<?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-1063169908735929313</id><updated>2012-02-07T09:59:12.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollingsworth's Happenings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>551</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-278580722593916602</id><published>2012-02-07T09:20:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:59:12.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fresh Prince Follows the Yellow Brick Road</title><content type='html'>The weekend we have been anticipating finally arrived! Dance Competition Weekend! But first I made a little treat for the girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaNfjVYHsIg/TzFDoGne4uI/AAAAAAAAE4g/boIfDbY8ypc/s1600/Feb.2012%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706416559105172194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaNfjVYHsIg/TzFDoGne4uI/AAAAAAAAE4g/boIfDbY8ypc/s400/Feb.2012%2B023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dorothy's ruby red slippers. I was hoping they would bring some good luck to our girls.&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at regular time on Friday, dropped Harrison off at school, finished packing the car, then took off for Montgomery. We got there at lunchtime, so we had lunch at one of our favorite spots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VI9JR83saBc/TzFDmQquBoI/AAAAAAAAE4U/L_v5wSExvVY/s1600/Feb.2012%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706416527443363458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VI9JR83saBc/TzFDmQquBoI/AAAAAAAAE4U/L_v5wSExvVY/s400/Feb.2012%2B024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dreamland! It was delicious as usual. We were hoping this big lunch would tide Caitlin over through her dancing that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gK0yqL-IwKQ/TzFDaoZaDUI/AAAAAAAAE4E/Im4ZA2VpFRw/s1600/Feb.2012%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706416327654772034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gK0yqL-IwKQ/TzFDaoZaDUI/AAAAAAAAE4E/Im4ZA2VpFRw/s400/Feb.2012%2B026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course we had to take our annual picture in front of the Renaissance fountain. Then it was off to get our dancing queen ready for her first dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c63miigHGwA/TzFDZh8oKrI/AAAAAAAAE34/_Z7Lhqhmq6E/s1600/Feb.2012%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706416308743580338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c63miigHGwA/TzFDZh8oKrI/AAAAAAAAE34/_Z7Lhqhmq6E/s400/Feb.2012%2B027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is ready to bust a move in her "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" hip hop dance. There were a few nervous trips to the bathroom, but she was ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DQYUju7BknE/TzFDY24MvQI/AAAAAAAAE3s/McFhw8NesEE/s1600/Feb.2012%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706416297182280962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DQYUju7BknE/TzFDY24MvQI/AAAAAAAAE3s/McFhw8NesEE/s400/Feb.2012%2B028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin and her hip hop teacher, Ms. Kaityln (We've been confused many times already this year when we call her name!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dObIOUOYqBU/TzFDYveTtZI/AAAAAAAAE3g/BMelxM_VLAc/s1600/Feb.2012%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706416295194637714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dObIOUOYqBU/TzFDYveTtZI/AAAAAAAAE3g/BMelxM_VLAc/s400/Feb.2012%2B029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5 of the 6 hip hop girls ready to take the stage&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin, Delaine, Megan, Alyssa, and Shanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lV-uslJMI9w/TzFDYdCH7NI/AAAAAAAAE3U/jOEbzFGjqdY/s1600/lil%2Bc%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706416290244586706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lV-uslJMI9w/TzFDYdCH7NI/AAAAAAAAE3U/jOEbzFGjqdY/s400/lil%2Bc%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before the competition started, we were treated to a performance by Twitch and Lil' C. They are both excellent dancers and were on "So You Think You Can Dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uejUS3j3w4M/TzFC8hOyKiI/AAAAAAAAE3E/cQH2jSBXEjs/s1600/fresh%2Bprince%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706415810335091234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uejUS3j3w4M/TzFC8hOyKiI/AAAAAAAAE3E/cQH2jSBXEjs/s400/fresh%2Bprince%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" dance&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin is on the far left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_c4Be4DE67Q/TzFC7tfGolI/AAAAAAAAE24/n-IHh72-kso/s1600/fresh%2Bprince%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706415796444897874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_c4Be4DE67Q/TzFC7tfGolI/AAAAAAAAE24/n-IHh72-kso/s400/fresh%2Bprince%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their ending move--she is still on the far left.&lt;br /&gt;The girls were disappointed after Awards because they didn't earn a medal--only a ribbon for Gold. And, of course, Caitlin was the most broken-hearted over it! However after watching 2 days of booty-shaking and pelvic thrusts, I would gladly trade that for their Gold ribbon any day! I sure don't want my eleven-year-old doing moves that would embarrass anyone! (One main reason we attend her dance studio is that they feel very strongly about modesty and teach it to the girls.)&lt;br /&gt;So we spent some time with her friend, Shanna, and her family after the performance to cheer the girls. It was bedtime, then up again at 5:30 on Saturday to get ready for her next dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R8kQdk4bcLc/TzFC7Vpms6I/AAAAAAAAE2s/LRq5iLNkJnw/s1600/Feb.2012%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706415790046491554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R8kQdk4bcLc/TzFC7Vpms6I/AAAAAAAAE2s/LRq5iLNkJnw/s400/Feb.2012%2B037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dorothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gXxeOYiO1Cs/TzFC5x0s98I/AAAAAAAAE2g/YewP4Eeu7Ko/s1600/dma%2Bprayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706415763249493954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gXxeOYiO1Cs/TzFC5x0s98I/AAAAAAAAE2g/YewP4Eeu7Ko/s400/dma%2Bprayer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is another reason we go to North Alabama Dance Center: the instructors pray with the girls before each performance. I cannot express in words how much this picture means to me. I love that my baby girl is learning that God is in everything you do (and not just at church!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AiONNieJ_p8/TzFCOqd8ZGI/AAAAAAAAE2U/9Qd3MAs4U3c/s1600/wizard%2Bof%2Boz%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706415022540612706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AiONNieJ_p8/TzFCOqd8ZGI/AAAAAAAAE2U/9Qd3MAs4U3c/s400/wizard%2Bof%2Boz%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opening pose of "Wizard of Oz" (or Boogie Shoes because that's the music they danced to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGwIdI0M5Jw/TzFCNZgjmZI/AAAAAAAAE2I/OvibHZGP17o/s1600/wizard%2Bof%2Boz%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706415000808298898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGwIdI0M5Jw/TzFCNZgjmZI/AAAAAAAAE2I/OvibHZGP17o/s400/wizard%2Bof%2Boz%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They looked like they were having so much fun! Caitlin is the 2nd Dorothy from the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwWzh6q7_TE/TzFCNNAD9iI/AAAAAAAAE14/FWcK6mjxyRI/s1600/wizard%2Bof%2Boz%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706414997450782242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwWzh6q7_TE/TzFCNNAD9iI/AAAAAAAAE14/FWcK6mjxyRI/s400/wizard%2Bof%2Boz%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shaking those Boogie Shoes! Caitlin is the 2nd Dorothy from the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5uxi5GYFQKI/TzFCM4EJKGI/AAAAAAAAE1w/UdGUsbO9Iq4/s1600/wizard%2Bof%2Boz%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706414991830755426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5uxi5GYFQKI/TzFCM4EJKGI/AAAAAAAAE1w/UdGUsbO9Iq4/s400/wizard%2Bof%2Boz%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is the last Dorothy on the left here shaking her groove thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCeZ7nwHgrs/TzFB8cLt8jI/AAAAAAAAE1g/PMPW7NcxhdM/s1600/Feb.2012%2B040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706414709468426802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCeZ7nwHgrs/TzFB8cLt8jI/AAAAAAAAE1g/PMPW7NcxhdM/s400/Feb.2012%2B040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it was all said and done, they won a High Gold Award, High Point for their category, AND....2nd Best Entertaining in the ENTIRE competition!!! That's one proud Daddy with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68_NcNyaQs8/TzFB72cju0I/AAAAAAAAE1U/b3Jxz9Ct_ck/s1600/Feb.2012%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706414699338513218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68_NcNyaQs8/TzFB72cju0I/AAAAAAAAE1U/b3Jxz9Ct_ck/s400/Feb.2012%2B042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin, Laci, drove over from Auburn to cheer her on. Caitlin had built up an appetite by this point, so we let her change clothes then went to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldL5i_I9ii0/TzFB7fMCJHI/AAAAAAAAE1I/N3jyaqm2SWg/s1600/Feb.2012%2B043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706414693095187570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldL5i_I9ii0/TzFB7fMCJHI/AAAAAAAAE1I/N3jyaqm2SWg/s400/Feb.2012%2B043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Normally we eat lunch on Saturday at a little dive named Chris' which is right by the Capitol, but since Laci was with us we went a different route. We tried a new Mexican restaurant by the hotel. It was pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GErYXJGmzo/TzFB5OMxMZI/AAAAAAAAE08/a4p2MHflGT0/s1600/Feb.2012%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706414654175130002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GErYXJGmzo/TzFB5OMxMZI/AAAAAAAAE08/a4p2MHflGT0/s400/Feb.2012%2B044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My "thinks he is so funny" husband and me&lt;br /&gt;We sent Laci on her way back to Auburn, then watched the Teen Dances until dinner time. By that time Caitlin was begging for a Chris' hot dog because that's the only time she gets one, so we got take-out and ate at the hotel with her friend, Shanna, and her family. It was bedtime at this point because the girls had dance classes bright early on Sunday morning with the competition judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXr0XRce-oY/TzFB4m2spVI/AAAAAAAAE0w/7xVaJ0JSEVw/s1600/Feb.2012%2B046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706414643613574482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXr0XRce-oY/TzFB4m2spVI/AAAAAAAAE0w/7xVaJ0JSEVw/s400/Feb.2012%2B046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two tired, but happy dancers at the end of the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very busy weekend, but it was a lot of fun watching my baby girl and her awesome talent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-278580722593916602?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/278580722593916602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=278580722593916602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/278580722593916602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/278580722593916602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2012/02/fresh-prince-follows-yellow-brick-road.html' title='The Fresh Prince Follows the Yellow Brick Road'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaNfjVYHsIg/TzFDoGne4uI/AAAAAAAAE4g/boIfDbY8ypc/s72-c/Feb.2012%2B023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-2512083868320163522</id><published>2012-02-02T11:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T11:29:02.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Actually Do Something Right!!</title><content type='html'>We are going through an extremely hard time at our house right now. It's called "I'm 11, but I Think I'm Old Enough to Know Everything!" We say prayers EVERY SINGLE MORNING AND NIGHT to survive this phase. And luckily, I do know it is just a phase. However, I am very, very worried how long this particular phase is going to last. I knew with her colic or 3-year-old stubborness or potty-training that it wouldn't last until she was in school, but this one may last entirely too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday afternoon, she about made me wreck the car!! We were driving home from the grocery store and laughing about the crazy cheese lady who ran into our cart because she was in such a hurry to get to the cheese sale. (I thought of you, Allison!) When all of a sudden, she got quiet and says to me, "You know when I was home sick last week and you taught me how to figure out the circumference of a circle? Well, your way was sooooooo much easier than the way my teacher taught the rest of the kids." I am NOT kidding when I say that I almost drove off the side of the road! Lots of things ran through my head as to what to say to her, but I chose, "Thank you. That means a lot to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe we've turned a corner and this phase is almost over! I'm not questioning it. I'm just relishing the fact that I actually remembered how to figure out the circumference of a circle and that my baby girl thinks I'm smart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-2512083868320163522?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2512083868320163522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=2512083868320163522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2512083868320163522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2512083868320163522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-can-actually-do-something-right.html' title='I Can Actually Do Something Right!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-4653527785218771444</id><published>2012-01-31T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:41:23.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Blah" Day</title><content type='html'>Today has been one of those days where I just wanted to go back to bed and start completely over!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, no one wanted to get up this morning. Don't kids realize how hard that makes life for Mamas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I get to school and find out that our dear, sweet Mr. Cleveland who cleaned our school plus did hundreds of other wonderful things for us, died last night. I really think he died of a broken heart because his precious wife died a few years ago, and he never got over losing her! To let you know what a wonderful man he was--when I was pregnant with Harrison, I started having contractions at work one day. He put me into his truck and drove as fast as he could to Randy's school so I could get to the hospital. What custodian does that?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that talk at school made me miss my Mama soooooooo much! It also made me realize that even if my Daddy says I am bugging him--I need to keep it up so he doesn't get as lonely as Mr. Cleveland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I made it through the day and had a great afternoon cuddling with 2 of my sweeties in my bed while Harrison read us 3 different Dr. Seuss books. Who doesn't love that? All I can say is...I love my family! (Even if they fuss at me to run my regular 4 miles because they know it makes me feel so much better!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-4653527785218771444?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4653527785218771444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=4653527785218771444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4653527785218771444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4653527785218771444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2012/01/blah-day.html' title='A &quot;Blah&quot; Day'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-5561449466649725463</id><published>2012-01-22T17:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:12:27.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, Dance, Dance (with a little sickness thrown in!)</title><content type='html'>So I may have mentioned once or twice or a thousand times that we are in the midst of Dance Competition season. I love it, but it is wearing me out! It is so worth it, though, to see my baby girl doing something that she loves.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, she had her dress rehearsal for Competition at Westminster. The only thing was...she went home sick from school on Friday with a 100 degree fever! Dum.Dum.Dum! So I wasn't sure if she would be feeling well enough to dance on Saturday afternoon. Was I wrong!! She couldn't wait to get all glitzed up and perform in front of all those people. You could tell she didn't feel like herself because in between her 2 dances, she just sat there. Not like the other girls who were running around. But she did her best and it showed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3wPAf2H8-s/TxyjlgWAuTI/AAAAAAAAE0o/Nzf0FNAwGQ8/s1600/westminster%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700611093076949298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3wPAf2H8-s/TxyjlgWAuTI/AAAAAAAAE0o/Nzf0FNAwGQ8/s400/westminster%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is with her Hip-Hop group before they went on. Of course she is the only one mugging for the camera! Their song is "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" and it is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bUOwMa9Is08/Txyjldru0jI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/BSUTaHX-IAg/s1600/westminster%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700611092362744370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bUOwMa9Is08/Txyjldru0jI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/BSUTaHX-IAg/s400/westminster%2B12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is their "Boogie Shoes" dance. Definitely NOT Wizard of Oz! (I was told that was just too babyish!) Caitlin is the second Dorothy from the left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the girls did a great job, but I can't wait to see her dances on stage with the lights hitting all those sparkles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we are back on the couch with a fever again. I took her to the doctor this afternoon, and she has a major sinus infection! No school again tomorrow for my Dancing Girl!&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/1063169908735929313-5561449466649725463?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5561449466649725463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=5561449466649725463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5561449466649725463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5561449466649725463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2012/01/dance-dance-dance-with-little-sickness.html' title='Dance, Dance, Dance (with a little sickness thrown in!)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3wPAf2H8-s/TxyjlgWAuTI/AAAAAAAAE0o/Nzf0FNAwGQ8/s72-c/westminster%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-1385268519443812770</id><published>2012-01-19T09:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T09:44:39.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating My Birthday</title><content type='html'>So my birthday was last week. I was not looking forward to it AT ALL!! Not because of the number I was turning, but because my Mama was not going to be here to help me celebrate. No cake, no card signed by her, no phone call singing "Happy Birthday Dear Beth."&lt;br /&gt;Randy knew it was going to be a hard one without her here this year, so he planned a special weekend full of fun activites.&lt;br /&gt;My sweet family started my day off with breakfast from one of my favorite places--don't laugh--Bojangles. I absolutely LOVE their spicy chicken biscuits!!! And their Bo-berry biscuits are one of the sweetest things you will ever put in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lCHxKCN48Ig/Txg29rNm8NI/AAAAAAAAE0M/AaQ_DGjskBA/s1600/class%2B2012%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699365761637085394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lCHxKCN48Ig/Txg29rNm8NI/AAAAAAAAE0M/AaQ_DGjskBA/s400/class%2B2012%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I even had candles to blow out! The flowers in the right-hand corner were sent to me at school on Friday from my sister. It was such a surprise, but she wanted to do something a little special for me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We then shipped our kids off to various friends' and grandparents' houses and took off for the big city of Nashville. We always have such a good time there!&lt;br /&gt;Before we go anywhere, we always look on "Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives" or "Best Thing I Ever Ate" to see if there is a local restaurant to visit. We found several for Nashville and picked 2 that sounded appetizing. The first place we tried was Martin's BBQ. Guy Fieri ate there, and it looked fabulous! I was really looking forward to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-trbd5LC3ZZo/Txg2ij4cQgI/AAAAAAAAE0A/rny34bIqWqE/s1600/January%2B17%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699365295812788738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-trbd5LC3ZZo/Txg2ij4cQgI/AAAAAAAAE0A/rny34bIqWqE/s400/January%2B17%2B039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a Redneck Taco. It had a cornmeal cake on bottom, pulled pork, and their famous slaw and sauce on top. I just can't even describe how yummy this dish was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjxfOeyGbbA/Txg2iEXmGLI/AAAAAAAAEz0/7s-_Y43vIA8/s1600/January%2B17%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699365287353522354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjxfOeyGbbA/Txg2iEXmGLI/AAAAAAAAEz0/7s-_Y43vIA8/s400/January%2B17%2B042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, it helped that we were with these wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2WTtA-B5G4/Txg2g6QFHAI/AAAAAAAAEzo/gO4VgHOVJrI/s1600/January%2B17%2B040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699365267457776642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2WTtA-B5G4/Txg2g6QFHAI/AAAAAAAAEzo/gO4VgHOVJrI/s400/January%2B17%2B040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And their husbands too!&lt;br /&gt;We all had rooms in Nashville where they gave me my presents and dolled me up so everyone would know what we were celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ekvH5K0YPw/Txg2gLXVmhI/AAAAAAAAEzc/dwH7yFLEacU/s1600/January%2B17%2B043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699365254871751186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ekvH5K0YPw/Txg2gLXVmhI/AAAAAAAAEzc/dwH7yFLEacU/s400/January%2B17%2B043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are ready to hit the town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PiSE1NOwnPU/Txg2fvzHk9I/AAAAAAAAEzQ/2ASRSiyHdtI/s1600/spaghetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699365247472079826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PiSE1NOwnPU/Txg2fvzHk9I/AAAAAAAAEzQ/2ASRSiyHdtI/s400/spaghetti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ended up eating supper at The Old Spaghetti Factory which was delicious. It was just a restaurant we stumbled across while walking downtown.&lt;br /&gt;That's really all the pictures I have because I didn't want to have to keep up with my camera while out. but we had the greatest time together. I wish I had a picture of the restaurant we ate breakfast at. It was so good too! (Can you tell we didn't count calories this weekend?) I was sang to several times and got wished "Happy Birthday" by more people than I can count. It truly was one of the best birthdays I have ever had!! Thank you, Randy, for putting all of this together! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-1385268519443812770?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1385268519443812770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=1385268519443812770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1385268519443812770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1385268519443812770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2012/01/celebrating-my-birthday.html' title='Celebrating My Birthday'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lCHxKCN48Ig/Txg29rNm8NI/AAAAAAAAE0M/AaQ_DGjskBA/s72-c/class%2B2012%2B035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-7420513509252678734</id><published>2012-01-18T10:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:11:07.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Randy! (a little late)</title><content type='html'>My dear sweet hubby, Randy, had a birthday last week. I won't say how old he is, but he is 2 years older than me:)&lt;br /&gt;We started off his Birthday with presents first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfB5pR-3g_w/Txb7MC_nhUI/AAAAAAAAEzE/EbEBWfSwmxY/s1600/January%2B17%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699018562864645442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfB5pR-3g_w/Txb7MC_nhUI/AAAAAAAAEzE/EbEBWfSwmxY/s400/January%2B17%2B030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you guess whose present is the one wrapped in robot paper?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GW2IXLCxm3U/Txb7L7mY1JI/AAAAAAAAEy4/fFb-q2zHk7I/s1600/January%2B17%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699018560879776914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GW2IXLCxm3U/Txb7L7mY1JI/AAAAAAAAEy4/fFb-q2zHk7I/s400/January%2B17%2B031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had fun opening all of them while eating his request for breakfast: sausage and gravy biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8-_Hff7VlE/Txb7CEr7ZsI/AAAAAAAAEyw/1e93l52zITQ/s1600/January%2B17%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699018391520241346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8-_Hff7VlE/Txb7CEr7ZsI/AAAAAAAAEyw/1e93l52zITQ/s400/January%2B17%2B033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the cards were quite funny too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9rb4SK7afE/Txb7Bbp3LvI/AAAAAAAAEyg/lxBQizzh4Es/s1600/January%2B17%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699018380505722610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9rb4SK7afE/Txb7Bbp3LvI/AAAAAAAAEyg/lxBQizzh4Es/s400/January%2B17%2B036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Birthday Boy with his 2 precious children&lt;br /&gt;We then all went our separate ways to our different schools for the day.&lt;br /&gt;We had quite the surprise that afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcbYNeGpGeI/Txb7Aig4RiI/AAAAAAAAEyU/xNb64QStqaE/s1600/January%2B17%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699018365167224354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcbYNeGpGeI/Txb7Aig4RiI/AAAAAAAAEyU/xNb64QStqaE/s400/January%2B17%2B037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SNOWED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p7ri6thn8uA/Txb6_yNc_ZI/AAAAAAAAEyI/ZgnDiuzfNuk/s1600/January%2B17%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699018352200842642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p7ri6thn8uA/Txb6_yNc_ZI/AAAAAAAAEyI/ZgnDiuzfNuk/s400/January%2B17%2B038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We only had a slight dusting, but it was still exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;We then picked Caitlin up from Dance (January and February are exhausting Dance months because it's Competition season! I think we might just move her in to the studio next year to save on gas!!) and went to eat at Outback--another request from the Birthday Boy.&lt;br /&gt;After that we came home and ate his very favorite dessert: O'Charley's caramel pie! I have tried making it at home, but he likes their version better. (One less thing I have to be responsible for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZVsClbPYZw/Txb6_ZHlj4I/AAAAAAAAEx8/-VrNRolC2i0/s1600/Randy%2Bbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699018345465352066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZVsClbPYZw/Txb6_ZHlj4I/AAAAAAAAEx8/-VrNRolC2i0/s400/Randy%2Bbday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They couldn't wait to dive in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he had a good birthday! I know I had fun shopping for just the right presents and making sure all his food requests from sunup to sundown were honored.&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/1063169908735929313-7420513509252678734?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7420513509252678734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=7420513509252678734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7420513509252678734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7420513509252678734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-randy-little-late.html' title='Happy Birthday Randy! (a little late)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfB5pR-3g_w/Txb7MC_nhUI/AAAAAAAAEzE/EbEBWfSwmxY/s72-c/January%2B17%2B030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-7664068016479591299</id><published>2012-01-17T08:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:17:31.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Tooth Gone! (And a Surprise)</title><content type='html'>In anticipation of Harrison losing his baby teeth this winter, we had this cute pillow made by "Gram" back in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5tlZmOuHPsw/TxWODEZF1dI/AAAAAAAAExw/n39ymTwkdIM/s1600/tooth%2Bpillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698617086876964306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5tlZmOuHPsw/TxWODEZF1dI/AAAAAAAAExw/n39ymTwkdIM/s400/tooth%2Bpillow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some little boy has been waiting, and waiting, and waiting to use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We noticed right before Christmas that BOTH of his bottom teeth were loose. We wiggled and wiggled every day, but they just weren't coming out! That is, until last Saturday, January 7. I had taken Caitlin to her extra dance practice, gotten myself and Harrison dressed, and was upstairs ironing when I heard Harrison running up the stairs yelling, "Look Mommy!!" He had a blank space at the bottom of his mouth!!! I screamed and hugged him and asked him if I could see his tooth.&lt;br /&gt;Harrison replied,"I don't have it."&lt;br /&gt;To which I said, "What do you mean you don't have it?"&lt;br /&gt;H: I spit it down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?!?&lt;br /&gt;H: Well, I was brushing my teeth, and it came out so I spit it down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;We rushed down the stairs as fast our feet could carry us to try to find that tooth! I was hoping that he hadn't had the water on while brushing, and the tooth was just in the sink. NO SUCH LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was in the shower, so he said that he would look for it after he got dressed. No big deal-we just took a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zf74ZitgJGg/TxWNBNCfl7I/AAAAAAAAExk/Th54_zuYDRg/s1600/January%2B17%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698615955326736306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zf74ZitgJGg/TxWNBNCfl7I/AAAAAAAAExk/Th54_zuYDRg/s400/January%2B17%2B024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet toothless boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whT0StIet3o/TxWM3OcFOTI/AAAAAAAAExY/LklA0j6BtlI/s1600/January%2B17%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698615783903803698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whT0StIet3o/TxWM3OcFOTI/AAAAAAAAExY/LklA0j6BtlI/s400/January%2B17%2B026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy had to take apart the pipe underneath the sink to look for the tooth. After dumping out the contents, we sifted through the bucket, and found the tooth!!!! (Excuse the mess, but we had to completely clean out under the sink.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hPJ3pH_9pnQ/TxWM2zyPDXI/AAAAAAAAExM/k6KJujTH5wA/s1600/January%2B17%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698615776748965234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hPJ3pH_9pnQ/TxWM2zyPDXI/AAAAAAAAExM/k6KJujTH5wA/s400/January%2B17%2B027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here he is with that 1st tooth putting it in his little tooth for the Tooth Fairy to pick up that night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after all that excitement, we picked up Caitlin from dance, and went to eat some lunch. We had a few more errands to run so we spent quite a bit of time in the car that day. As we were driving home, Harrison says, "Here's my other tooth!" He had pulled the other wiggly tooth out too!! I guess he couldn't stand the way it felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKFX92VRaQg/TxWM1wUWu8I/AAAAAAAAExE/flaBO86yaX8/s1600/tooth%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698615758638463938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKFX92VRaQg/TxWM1wUWu8I/AAAAAAAAExE/flaBO86yaX8/s400/tooth%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here is my 2 toothless big boy as we drove into the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zw-ktKVMRYo/TxWM1_UAszI/AAAAAAAAEww/P16eRDrEL7w/s1600/January%2B17%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698615762663551794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zw-ktKVMRYo/TxWM1_UAszI/AAAAAAAAEww/P16eRDrEL7w/s400/January%2B17%2B028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here he is placing the 2nd tooth of the day into that little bitty tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dbft8UqPBck/TxWM1uV2IoI/AAAAAAAAEwo/FN_U2iBZCP8/s1600/January%2B17%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698615758107845250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dbft8UqPBck/TxWM1uV2IoI/AAAAAAAAEwo/FN_U2iBZCP8/s400/January%2B17%2B029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to get a picture of him in bed with his Tooth Fairy pillow, but he wouldn't cooperate with the flash on. And this is what it looks like when my camera takes a picture without the flash. Oh well! We have the memory.&lt;br /&gt;So we had a very tooth-filled eventful day the first Saturday in January!&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/1063169908735929313-7664068016479591299?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7664068016479591299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=7664068016479591299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7664068016479591299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7664068016479591299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2012/01/1st-tooth-gone-and-surprise.html' title='1st Tooth Gone! (And a Surprise)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5tlZmOuHPsw/TxWODEZF1dI/AAAAAAAAExw/n39ymTwkdIM/s72-c/tooth%2Bpillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-4448083233519959200</id><published>2012-01-09T13:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:14:27.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve 2011</title><content type='html'>We had a fun date night for New Year's Eve. It's been so long since Randy and I had an actual date, not just one where we watched a movie together in our Movie Room after the kids went to bed, that we almost didn't know how to act!&lt;br /&gt;We started our date off at Wentzell's where we met our friends, Todd and Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-Evu5Aj_Lk/Tws7M7qHtaI/AAAAAAAAEwc/RTC1a2qx6Eo/s1600/new%2Byears%2Beve%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695711247098951074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-Evu5Aj_Lk/Tws7M7qHtaI/AAAAAAAAEwc/RTC1a2qx6Eo/s400/new%2Byears%2Beve%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We thought it would be fun to get all dressed up for once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znfnv1su7Mk/Tws7LzKtIwI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/4W4zzDC6hDs/s1600/new%2Byears%2Beve%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695711227639833346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znfnv1su7Mk/Tws7LzKtIwI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/4W4zzDC6hDs/s400/new%2Byears%2Beve%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and one of my Best Friends in the Whole Entire World! People often ask us if we are sisters--do you think so?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3e7ortB9AE/Tws7LsjUBpI/AAAAAAAAEwA/WEB-VQ3FnsE/s1600/new%2Byears%2Beve%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695711225863997074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3e7ortB9AE/Tws7LsjUBpI/AAAAAAAAEwA/WEB-VQ3FnsE/s400/new%2Byears%2Beve%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a joke about our husbands and crab traps, so we thought it was funny that they decided to stand under a real, live crab trap at the restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;After we finished our yummy meal of seafood gumbo and shrimp, we left and went to an actual party at our friend, Marcus's house. And we actually stayed up until midnight to see in the New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-roBdRTKb_34/Tws7LrLEMwI/AAAAAAAAEv4/8ugn7hBUy00/s1600/new%2Byears%2Beve%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695711225493861122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-roBdRTKb_34/Tws7LrLEMwI/AAAAAAAAEv4/8ugn7hBUy00/s400/new%2Byears%2Beve%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my friend, Karen, that I don't get to see very much at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time on New Year's. Hopefully it won't be another horrible, awful year for 2012! We are hoping for a new year, new luck!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-4448083233519959200?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4448083233519959200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=4448083233519959200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4448083233519959200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4448083233519959200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-eve-2011.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve 2011'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d-Evu5Aj_Lk/Tws7M7qHtaI/AAAAAAAAEwc/RTC1a2qx6Eo/s72-c/new%2Byears%2Beve%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-7363800882318140846</id><published>2011-12-31T13:06:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:55:17.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>We were awakened bright and early on Christmas morning by these two sweet faces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiKxseHldeY/Tv9lklo39nI/AAAAAAAAEvs/P0h6WpeL1xs/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692380133272843890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiKxseHldeY/Tv9lklo39nI/AAAAAAAAEvs/P0h6WpeL1xs/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully they waited until at least 6:00 to wake us up. We have a strict rule in our house that the kids can't come downstairs on Christmas morning until Mommy and Daddy are up too. Caitlin calls my cell phone to let us know that they are up, and we meet them at the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqxwm4auoBU/Tv9kjNsKdQI/AAAAAAAAEvU/EpzcIfFtt3Q/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692379010152690946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqxwm4auoBU/Tv9kjNsKdQI/AAAAAAAAEvU/EpzcIfFtt3Q/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were so excited to see what Santa had brought them that they could barely wait for 2 pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKmrE_UG3sw/Tv9kKYrsAtI/AAAAAAAAEvI/ekhUqey45Ow/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692378583606756050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKmrE_UG3sw/Tv9kKYrsAtI/AAAAAAAAEvI/ekhUqey45Ow/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WOW!!!! Look at all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbS_cNVtCG8/Tv9jrS7s81I/AAAAAAAAEu8/n6Wf2UGg9k0/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692378049487369042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbS_cNVtCG8/Tv9jrS7s81I/AAAAAAAAEu8/n6Wf2UGg9k0/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next came stockings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was on to the BIG stuff! We give the kids 3 presents each just like Jesus got 3 presents from the Wise Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m_6MXmVYh28/Tv9ikXaObeI/AAAAAAAAEuk/TTdMZUawY5c/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692376830918421986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m_6MXmVYh28/Tv9ikXaObeI/AAAAAAAAEuk/TTdMZUawY5c/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brady even got a small gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9URr18EzPf8/Tv9iJdgCawI/AAAAAAAAEuY/u3Btu2mAMB4/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692376368696945410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9URr18EzPf8/Tv9iJdgCawI/AAAAAAAAEuY/u3Btu2mAMB4/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We surprised Caitlin with this purse she had only looked at once and never even asked for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGZMFAgsTfY/Tv9ht5wW9_I/AAAAAAAAEuM/9fcIcisZ5Qw/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692375895245256690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGZMFAgsTfY/Tv9ht5wW9_I/AAAAAAAAEuM/9fcIcisZ5Qw/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin gave Harrison his very own Angry Bird. Can you tell he was excited?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYohZw2GeH0/Tv9gC9A-a4I/AAAAAAAAEt0/scKKJXvw5hw/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692374057874254722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYohZw2GeH0/Tv9gC9A-a4I/AAAAAAAAEt0/scKKJXvw5hw/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy got custom floor mats for his car--he's been wanting them for over a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZnPIDVYX1c/Tv9fqPpy5EI/AAAAAAAAEto/stmeJVJo6S0/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692373633380574274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZnPIDVYX1c/Tv9fqPpy5EI/AAAAAAAAEto/stmeJVJo6S0/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I got a big pile of neat stuff: a scarf I had been eyeing, a Vera Bradley lunchbox with a matching lanyard, and some cool running accessories. That was after I got to open my new pajamas on Christmas Eve. Randy didn't follow the 3 present rule for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HEhESvSLXiI/Tv9fNOSXETI/AAAAAAAAEtc/GpUxTviJNFE/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692373134797639986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HEhESvSLXiI/Tv9fNOSXETI/AAAAAAAAEtc/GpUxTviJNFE/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin had to model her presents: new purse, Ugg boots, and Hollister jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After opening all those presents, my Daddy picked me up and we rode to my sister, Dana's house. Together all 3 of us shared a special, but not so fun, time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSoywUL3h5Q/Tv9evBvW9DI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/eASWBhc6yik/s1600/Photo11121156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692372616033530930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSoywUL3h5Q/Tv9evBvW9DI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/eASWBhc6yik/s400/Photo11121156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We visited my Mama to wish her a Merry Christmas. I sure didn't think I would be here last Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy and I then came back home to finish preparing Christmas dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VrkIstZplGA/Tv9edpk7laI/AAAAAAAAEtE/W6bszi0neB4/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692372317489567138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VrkIstZplGA/Tv9edpk7laI/AAAAAAAAEtE/W6bszi0neB4/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brady was really hoping for a bite or two to fall his way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9VUzR7VdFDA/Tv9d_KP7twI/AAAAAAAAEs0/Q4Lse-ODP3U/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692371793683920642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9VUzR7VdFDA/Tv9d_KP7twI/AAAAAAAAEs0/Q4Lse-ODP3U/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandmother and Grandaddy came over after their church service, and we got to open even more presents. They gave Harrison a new 3DS that he has been wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeY8gWaVv0k/Tv9d-wK6QUI/AAAAAAAAEss/E-19dekuq4k/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692371786683531586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeY8gWaVv0k/Tv9d-wK6QUI/AAAAAAAAEss/E-19dekuq4k/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Caitlin got exactly what she wanted....money!&lt;br /&gt;We then sat down and ate a delicious (if I do say so myself!) meal of turkey, dressing, macaroni and cheese, green beans, corn, rolls, deviled eggs, and I really don't remember what else was on the extremely full table! We were so stuffed, but we did have room for Caitlin's "Happy Birthday Jesus" cake that she always makes for us.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that I got to celebrate Christmas with all my family even though it was bittersweet because all I really, really wanted for Christmas was to rewind time back to last year when my Mama was still with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-7363800882318140846?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7363800882318140846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=7363800882318140846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7363800882318140846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7363800882318140846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiKxseHldeY/Tv9lklo39nI/AAAAAAAAEvs/P0h6WpeL1xs/s72-c/Christmas%2B11%2B027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-8182527747983074812</id><published>2011-12-31T10:05:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:53:14.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve 2011</title><content type='html'>We had a very busy Christmas Eve. Caitlin, Harrison, and I started the day by baking our annual Santa cookies. We made so many that we shared some with our neighbors. Then I got busy cooking in the kitchen for our Christmas Eve dinner over at Pa-Pa's house. We took our yummy vegetable dishes over to his house, then made our way to church for the 4:00 Christmas Eve service. I was excited to go to that because it's my very favorite service of the entire year. This year was even more exciting because we got to experience the service in our Grace building. Last year was the first year the Grace building was open, and there was no 4:00 service held there. It was every bit as moving as I had hoped!&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to be with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMPeTSiSlZg/Tv861UFKiyI/AAAAAAAAEsg/Ko2yZ6eTbJM/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692333141617445666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMPeTSiSlZg/Tv861UFKiyI/AAAAAAAAEsg/Ko2yZ6eTbJM/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annual Christmas Eve picture of the cousins (plus Wally the dog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMhVUVtoTYI/Tv86bkQC4kI/AAAAAAAAEsU/CanryTazk8E/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692332699281449538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMhVUVtoTYI/Tv86bkQC4kI/AAAAAAAAEsU/CanryTazk8E/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We started off opening stockings. These are so special because Ma-Ma sewed their names onto each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QwWVqnEMFrY/Tv86FTt_z6I/AAAAAAAAEsI/xI9q9DX2dk0/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692332316886552482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QwWVqnEMFrY/Tv86FTt_z6I/AAAAAAAAEsI/xI9q9DX2dk0/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They found lots of goodies in them!&lt;br /&gt;We then took a break and started eating. We had turkey, ham, cranberry sauce, green beans, corn casserole, sweet potato casserole, and I know there was more on the table that I am forgetting!&lt;br /&gt;After stuffing ourselves, it was present time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qqWUhvsbDAY/Tv85o86czgI/AAAAAAAAEr8/g2k9hOxNoa0/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692331829728431618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qqWUhvsbDAY/Tv85o86czgI/AAAAAAAAEr8/g2k9hOxNoa0/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Randy was more than pleased wtih the money he got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLHRasDEoqA/Tv85UeX0imI/AAAAAAAAErw/AJIOhacKxXw/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692331477932739170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLHRasDEoqA/Tv85UeX0imI/AAAAAAAAErw/AJIOhacKxXw/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin was super excited to get gift cards (which we have already spent!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gkw1nrQ1iE/Tv83keCoiRI/AAAAAAAAErY/hFUS1MbCXfk/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692329553698523410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gkw1nrQ1iE/Tv83keCoiRI/AAAAAAAAErY/hFUS1MbCXfk/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daniel was happy with the Under Armour toboggan we got him. I like this picture because it shows that Uncle Scott was really there. (For some reason, he didn't make it into any other picture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0j42Aul740A/Tv80577m5lI/AAAAAAAAEq0/q1FaaJ2xPIo/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692326623964489298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0j42Aul740A/Tv80577m5lI/AAAAAAAAEq0/q1FaaJ2xPIo/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stephanie is such a crafty girl that she was more than happy to get a gift card to Michael's to buy craft supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxubnyNBrhU/Tv805g8g4_I/AAAAAAAAEqo/1znZIIVYtgY/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692326616720532466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxubnyNBrhU/Tv805g8g4_I/AAAAAAAAEqo/1znZIIVYtgY/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you tell Harrison loved his Big Al pillow pet?!? He has slept with it every night since he got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFJB7SNDMdc/Tv80NO5HB8I/AAAAAAAAEqY/vDKWXktoXZM/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692325855960172482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFJB7SNDMdc/Tv80NO5HB8I/AAAAAAAAEqY/vDKWXktoXZM/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pa-Pa suprised us with matching Bath &amp;amp; Body Works sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qY3RYRLeu1A/Tv80MzF-VrI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/E6YAXDL3KUA/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692325848497936050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qY3RYRLeu1A/Tv80MzF-VrI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/E6YAXDL3KUA/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is my sweet Daddy and sister with me!&lt;br /&gt;We reluctantly left my Daddy's house to go home to get ready for Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tS64fYTwfI/Tv8zhA75uCI/AAAAAAAAEqE/YNvaevj1eBQ/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692325096299542562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tS64fYTwfI/Tv8zhA75uCI/AAAAAAAAEqE/YNvaevj1eBQ/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After changing into pajamas, we left our cookies and milk out for Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKYW2XOIE8M/Tv8zKAHVQQI/AAAAAAAAEp4/DDGnmeJlAZM/s1600/Christmas%2B11%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692324700942057730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKYW2XOIE8M/Tv8zKAHVQQI/AAAAAAAAEp4/DDGnmeJlAZM/s400/Christmas%2B11%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my precious babies actually sat and posed for one more Christmas picture.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to bed to wait for Santa!!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-8182527747983074812?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8182527747983074812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=8182527747983074812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8182527747983074812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8182527747983074812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-2011.html' title='Christmas Eve 2011'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMPeTSiSlZg/Tv861UFKiyI/AAAAAAAAEsg/Ko2yZ6eTbJM/s72-c/Christmas%2B11%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-3395701315698334791</id><published>2011-12-18T11:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T11:24:42.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make....this year....I am a Scrooge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT feel like listening to Christmas carols. I do NOT feel like shopping for Christmas presents let alone wrapping them. I do NOT feel like baking Christmas goodies. And I do NOT feel like decorating for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I have this sweet class who is very much in the Christmas spirit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJBZnA5udAo/Tu4gKb0uAsI/AAAAAAAAEps/nbahQeUeaS4/s1600/class%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687518743055172290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJBZnA5udAo/Tu4gKb0uAsI/AAAAAAAAEps/nbahQeUeaS4/s400/class%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And luckily they make me laugh each and every day with their silly antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have these two precious darlings who do deserve one of the holliest, jolliest Christmases ever thanks to our horribe, awful year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y21EKHJ5lq0/Tu4fpRWV7zI/AAAAAAAAEpg/ITblgXkEqD0/s1600/class%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687518173307727666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y21EKHJ5lq0/Tu4fpRWV7zI/AAAAAAAAEpg/ITblgXkEqD0/s400/class%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So even though I feel like crying ALL.DAY.LONG most days while hiding in the bed, I don't! I get up and make each moment count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-3395701315698334791?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3395701315698334791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=3395701315698334791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3395701315698334791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3395701315698334791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/12/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CJBZnA5udAo/Tu4gKb0uAsI/AAAAAAAAEps/nbahQeUeaS4/s72-c/class%2B045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-5138184687286837470</id><published>2011-12-08T10:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T10:26:07.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>Or I should say...Marathon Shopping Experience that Started on Thanksgiving Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy and I continued our annual shopping tradition of heading out about 7:00 on Thanksgiving Night to do some Christmas shopping. In the past, we have gotten all of our kids' presents on this night/day. We came very close to matching that accomplishment this year, but there were some things on Caitlin's list that just couldn't be bought at our local stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping off Caitlin and Harrison at their grandparents' house about 7:00, we headed to our first store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0EGBxFO_mJY/TuDiJSGwqHI/AAAAAAAAEpU/Tvnw5p1L79c/s1600/walmart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683791378848458866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0EGBxFO_mJY/TuDiJSGwqHI/AAAAAAAAEpU/Tvnw5p1L79c/s400/walmart.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both Randy and I stood in line until 10:00 for different wish list items. While I was waiting in line (on the floor), I saw several people from church, our neighborhood, and Blogger friends (Hey Jennifer!). It was really fun! We left there and headed to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ShG_zccRoso/TuDiJYpS2bI/AAAAAAAAEpI/GKGDUCuuXt4/s1600/old%2Bnavy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683791380603918770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ShG_zccRoso/TuDiJYpS2bI/AAAAAAAAEpI/GKGDUCuuXt4/s400/old%2Bnavy.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for some great deals.Then it was off to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4z-BRte3mZ8/TuDhnBJNwrI/AAAAAAAAEo8/jCftvMW8Tvo/s1600/target.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683790790179799730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4z-BRte3mZ8/TuDhnBJNwrI/AAAAAAAAEo8/jCftvMW8Tvo/s400/target.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let me just say that on this crazy night of shopping, our local Wal-Mart was much more tolerable and more organized than this place! We were shocked!!&lt;br /&gt;All that shopping and deal-stealing had made us more than a little hungry (We hadn't eaten since lunch.). So we made our usual pit-stop at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBjq4DaXlt4/TuDhmqBgeDI/AAAAAAAAEow/jpspkSvaohk/s1600/waffle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683790783973455922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBjq4DaXlt4/TuDhmqBgeDI/AAAAAAAAEow/jpspkSvaohk/s400/waffle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the omelettes were just as delicious as last year! Let me just say that this is the only time of the year that we eat at Waffle House. It is much too greasy for me, but I make the exception this one time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were energized at this point, so we headed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37Gjehmelow/TuDhmuOmoYI/AAAAAAAAEok/3vLWO0vWRWs/s1600/belk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683790785102127490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-37Gjehmelow/TuDhmuOmoYI/AAAAAAAAEok/3vLWO0vWRWs/s400/belk.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to get a few more things on Caitlin's list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a whirlwind night, but I haven't been so happy to see my nice, warm, comfy bed in a long time! I'm glad it only comes around once a year because this old girl couldn't handle that marathon any more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-5138184687286837470?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5138184687286837470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=5138184687286837470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5138184687286837470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5138184687286837470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/12/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0EGBxFO_mJY/TuDiJSGwqHI/AAAAAAAAEpU/Tvnw5p1L79c/s72-c/walmart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-5320007037731458324</id><published>2011-12-08T09:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:55:43.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving (a little late!)</title><content type='html'>Yes, we did celebrate Thanksgiving in our family even though I haven't said anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down to my cousin, Olivia's house in Helena with my Daddy riding shotgun. I knew if we didn't take him with us that he would end up only staying about an hour with us, and I just couldn't stand the thought of him home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there about 11:00, and some of us immediately headed to the backyard to play in the treehouse while some of us helped finish up cooking. Since I was still a little under the weather from my day-surgery the week before, Randy ended up baking our contribution: a carrot cake. It was so delicious, and he got lots of compliments on it. Now I know to let him bake all our goodies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate a HUGE meal with Olivia, her daughter, Laci, Aunt Bobbie, my sister and her family, and a close family friend, we decided to take a long walk to hopefully shed some of those thousands of calories. We then came back and finished watching the football game along with a good dose of chatting thrown in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcuhxfC7_GA/TuDbuSF7JSI/AAAAAAAAEoY/_MRh00P9sWI/s1600/Thanksgiving20112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683784317918717218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcuhxfC7_GA/TuDbuSF7JSI/AAAAAAAAEoY/_MRh00P9sWI/s400/Thanksgiving20112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our annual family Thanksgiving picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw-BM8a1Rbs/TuDagqip3CI/AAAAAAAAEoM/vz9i72E6RDs/s1600/Thanksgiving11girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683782984451873826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw-BM8a1Rbs/TuDagqip3CI/AAAAAAAAEoM/vz9i72E6RDs/s400/Thanksgiving11girls.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And just us grown-up girls: Aunt Bobbie, Olivia, Laci, Dana, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really had a great time with our family! I just wish we could see them more often than holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-5320007037731458324?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5320007037731458324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=5320007037731458324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5320007037731458324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5320007037731458324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-thanksgiving-little-late.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving (a little late!)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcuhxfC7_GA/TuDbuSF7JSI/AAAAAAAAEoY/_MRh00P9sWI/s72-c/Thanksgiving20112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-703229833939427632</id><published>2011-11-23T17:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:34:49.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving Eve</title><content type='html'>Worship the Lord your God, and His blessing will be on your food and water. I will take away sickness from among you.&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 23:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have clung to that Bible verse over the past week and a half. I found out on October 27 that the tumor on my carotid artery had grown back..QUICKLY! It was even bigger than when the doctor first took it out on July 27. So he needed to go back in to get it because he thought it might be malignant. Surgery was scheduled for Tuesday, November 15. I asked if we could do it later in the day so I wouldn't have to take off work, and they obliged scheduling it for 4:30 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I was a nervous wreck when I left the doctor's office, but as soon as I found this verse in my Bible I calmed down. I really was not nervous AT ALL until the day of surgery. It didn't help that I couldn't eat All Day Long! Also I had my wonderful prayer warriors at my beck and call:)&lt;br /&gt;The surgery went well, but the doctor wanted to wait until hearing the official results from the pathologist before telling me that we were out of the woods. I had to wait 6 long days until Monday, November 21 to hear if it was benign or not. Randy took me to my appointment where we heard the great, grand, and wonderful news that my spindle cell tumor that is almost always malignant was NOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;God is so good, and I have even more to be thankful for on this Thanksgiving Day Eve!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-703229833939427632?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/703229833939427632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=703229833939427632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/703229833939427632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/703229833939427632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/11/worship-lord-your-god-and-his-blessing.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving Eve'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-7618474059340936643</id><published>2011-11-13T13:01:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T13:16:15.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Shoot With My Phone</title><content type='html'>As I was deleting some pictures from my phone, I came across some pictures that may or may not have made it to the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86VRLHTX1Yw/TsAVx04hzyI/AAAAAAAAEoA/9TmahDBGytQ/s1600/Photo11231853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674559476240338722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86VRLHTX1Yw/TsAVx04hzyI/AAAAAAAAEoA/9TmahDBGytQ/s400/Photo11231853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year in Kindergarten, Harrison made the "Platinum Math Club" at school. He and several others were recognized at a PTA Meeting. Here he is with his sweet Kindergarten Teacher and his certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQjyF5LbfhI/TsAVoJ7NueI/AAAAAAAAEn0/5fe0q5S19-A/s1600/100909_161513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674559310090058210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQjyF5LbfhI/TsAVoJ7NueI/AAAAAAAAEn0/5fe0q5S19-A/s400/100909_161513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to take Harrison to the doctor back in the Spring, and he ended up having some blood drawn. Our family tradition is if you get stuck with a needle, then you automatically get a treat. He picked a Gigi's cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqA7mGB5x6Y/TsAVbYQploI/AAAAAAAAEno/EyliUF2xDkE/s1600/100922_165812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674559090599761538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqA7mGB5x6Y/TsAVbYQploI/AAAAAAAAEno/EyliUF2xDkE/s400/100922_165812.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Self-portrait while bored in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg2qY6CIUFs/TsAVLMBlOjI/AAAAAAAAEnc/QFb94941-ow/s1600/Photo06160839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674558812437428786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rg2qY6CIUFs/TsAVLMBlOjI/AAAAAAAAEnc/QFb94941-ow/s400/Photo06160839.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Harrison's 6th birthday, he picked breakfast at Krispy Kreme Doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9wMT0sz8lk/TsAVDw7sNJI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/ZwGkV08fFVs/s1600/Photo07121443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674558684905878674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9wMT0sz8lk/TsAVDw7sNJI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/ZwGkV08fFVs/s400/Photo07121443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not sure of the date on this one, but it was sometime this summer. Too hot for errands, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrX6vt19rso/TsAU7OfjLKI/AAAAAAAAEnE/Sb7lK3r4sgg/s1600/Photo06251634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674558538222087330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrX6vt19rso/TsAU7OfjLKI/AAAAAAAAEnE/Sb7lK3r4sgg/s400/Photo06251634.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fishing out on the lake this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RHv-B3JZA8/TsAUzA-UDQI/AAAAAAAAEm8/2Cg3hEG2RlM/s1600/Photo06291822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674558397154069762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RHv-B3JZA8/TsAUzA-UDQI/AAAAAAAAEm8/2Cg3hEG2RlM/s400/Photo06291822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for our table at Rosie's one night this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqJyMSynnyI/TsAUmGhsPvI/AAAAAAAAEms/x6Lhi3dtnUU/s1600/Photo10051731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674558175306333938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IqJyMSynnyI/TsAUmGhsPvI/AAAAAAAAEms/x6Lhi3dtnUU/s400/Photo10051731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What my family does on the Halloween aisle at Wal-Mart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ux8Tx8IeqEo/TsAUWbXKv_I/AAAAAAAAEmg/7UYPEmAdFvg/s1600/Photo10151037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674557906021433330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ux8Tx8IeqEo/TsAUWbXKv_I/AAAAAAAAEmg/7UYPEmAdFvg/s400/Photo10151037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shannon and me after the Liz Hurley Ribbon Run&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-7618474059340936643?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7618474059340936643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=7618474059340936643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7618474059340936643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7618474059340936643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-shoot-with-my-phone.html' title='Things I Shoot With My Phone'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86VRLHTX1Yw/TsAVx04hzyI/AAAAAAAAEoA/9TmahDBGytQ/s72-c/Photo11231853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-1756613008414677454</id><published>2011-11-13T06:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T08:18:04.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Will I Ever Pick?!?</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday afternoon, November 6, Caitlin, Harrison, and I, along with my sister and her kids, met our friends, the Gjesvolds, at the little bitty town of Mooresville. I had asked them if they would shoot pictures of my kids in the beautiful fall colors. I asked them because they love to take pictures, and because of that, they have collected lots of great camera equipment. Let me just say....they did a fantastic job! Jason was the camera expert getting all the lighting just right, and Heather was the perfect photographer who posed them so. I am so thankful to them for doing this for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXzAGDY6zVw/Tr_P1aOE1cI/AAAAAAAAEmU/fVz9nnDubCI/s1600/IMG_7022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674482571988489666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXzAGDY6zVw/Tr_P1aOE1cI/AAAAAAAAEmU/fVz9nnDubCI/s400/IMG_7022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that handsome face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hqtvQyYDstA/Tr_G0vfACzI/AAAAAAAAElw/adZLraF42EM/s1600/IMG_7050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674472664912104242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hqtvQyYDstA/Tr_G0vfACzI/AAAAAAAAElw/adZLraF42EM/s400/IMG_7050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie_7NWb2_eE/Tr_GZnk6tbI/AAAAAAAAElk/zeIsGOBmhM8/s1600/IMG_7121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674472198932968882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie_7NWb2_eE/Tr_GZnk6tbI/AAAAAAAAElk/zeIsGOBmhM8/s400/IMG_7121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing like the love of a brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WswOpUDINP8/Tr_E9376EXI/AAAAAAAAElY/RghJjk7pLQE/s1600/IMG_7190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674470622776398194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WswOpUDINP8/Tr_E9376EXI/AAAAAAAAElY/RghJjk7pLQE/s400/IMG_7190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a fun one to end the shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many more great pics that I just don't know how I will pick the right one for our Christmas card this year!&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/1063169908735929313-1756613008414677454?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1756613008414677454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=1756613008414677454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1756613008414677454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1756613008414677454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-will-i-ever-pick.html' title='How Will I Ever Pick?!?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXzAGDY6zVw/Tr_P1aOE1cI/AAAAAAAAEmU/fVz9nnDubCI/s72-c/IMG_7022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-2801079048073889823</id><published>2011-11-13T06:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T06:55:43.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Saturday</title><content type='html'>My mom's marker for her grave came in last week and was installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwYUk2MH9Yc/Tr-9mDvQvTI/AAAAAAAAElM/2Bdij97qoaM/s1600/Photo11071640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674462517046328626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwYUk2MH9Yc/Tr-9mDvQvTI/AAAAAAAAElM/2Bdij97qoaM/s400/Photo11071640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harrison and I went one day to see it while Caitlin was in Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBdLbzh8mg0/Tr-9lzTU4VI/AAAAAAAAElA/JQrgeZj_xjs/s1600/Photo11121156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674462512634192210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBdLbzh8mg0/Tr-9lzTU4VI/AAAAAAAAElA/JQrgeZj_xjs/s400/Photo11121156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then on Saturday, I went with my Daddy, sister, Caitlin, and niece to place flowers on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still doesn't seem real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-2801079048073889823?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2801079048073889823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=2801079048073889823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2801079048073889823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2801079048073889823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/11/sad-saturday.html' title='Sad Saturday'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwYUk2MH9Yc/Tr-9mDvQvTI/AAAAAAAAElM/2Bdij97qoaM/s72-c/Photo11071640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-4967597592571174407</id><published>2011-11-08T18:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:20:25.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for Liz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5y6VHJSNlE/TrnFTsrU9SI/AAAAAAAAEk0/2L2Hos2gQU0/s1600/liz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672782147850925346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5y6VHJSNlE/TrnFTsrU9SI/AAAAAAAAEk0/2L2Hos2gQU0/s400/liz.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday, November 5, my best friend, Shannon, and I ran in the inaugural Liz Waggett Memorial 5k. It was to benefit the pancreatic cancer fund at Huntsville Hospital because that is what Mrs. Waggett died of. This cause is very special to both Shannon and me. My Daddy's brother, Uncle Tom, was diagnosed in October, 2004, with pancreatic cancer and died in March, 2005. Shannon's sweet Mom was diagnosed with the same horrible disease in May, 2004, and died in October, 2004. It is such a deadly form of cancer, and most people succumb to it within a year. When we heard about the race from one of Randy's co-workers, we both raced each other to see who could register for it first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7S7T1c-IVnc/TrnFGdQIWiI/AAAAAAAAEko/hnY8u63RDOE/s1600/Nov%2B5%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672781920372021794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7S7T1c-IVnc/TrnFGdQIWiI/AAAAAAAAEko/hnY8u63RDOE/s400/Nov%2B5%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are after the race (excuse the sweaty bodies!) in our bright purple running shirts to show our support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We now have a new race tradition. Shannon's husband, Tim, had offered to cook brunch for us after the race. Sadly, he had to travel to Virginia the day before because his grandmother passed away. Guess who stepped up to the plate to cook for us?!? My dear, sweet hubby of course! We were completely stuffed after his yummy, yummy breakfast of eggs, hash browns, chorizo, bacon, and coffee. Made our race so worth it!&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/1063169908735929313-4967597592571174407?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4967597592571174407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=4967597592571174407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4967597592571174407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4967597592571174407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/11/race-for-liz.html' title='Race for Liz'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5y6VHJSNlE/TrnFTsrU9SI/AAAAAAAAEk0/2L2Hos2gQU0/s72-c/liz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-5245063576604734812</id><published>2011-11-07T20:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:10:08.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (late) Halloween!</title><content type='html'>We rushed home from school on Halloween so that we could get dressed in costumes and head out for...CANDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Harrison has been watching lots of Looney Tunes and other older cartoons on Boomerang lately, so it was no surprise to us when he decided to go as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RjpOJc7Dug8/TribTRLjq6I/AAAAAAAAEkE/KjbKGv_4QeM/s1600/Nov%2B5%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672454486004837282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RjpOJc7Dug8/TribTRLjq6I/AAAAAAAAEkE/KjbKGv_4QeM/s400/Nov%2B5%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Popeye. He even had the facial expressions down pat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin had been eyeing her costume since last Halloween. Since she loves Alice in Wonderland so much, she picked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ_W0wVQegc/TriazC_6lVI/AAAAAAAAEj4/kyZknanqZXs/s1600/Nov%2B5%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672453932442096978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ_W0wVQegc/TriazC_6lVI/AAAAAAAAEj4/kyZknanqZXs/s400/Nov%2B5%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the Mad Hatter. A very fashionable Mad Hatter that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wob27kXNSVY/TriaHB7jPNI/AAAAAAAAEjs/HlFVZB4V2tQ/s1600/Nov%2B5%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672453176241110226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wob27kXNSVY/TriaHB7jPNI/AAAAAAAAEjs/HlFVZB4V2tQ/s400/Nov%2B5%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We started off our Halloween adventure at Pa-Pa's house. Anybody home?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbPbdPXDsHQ/TriZi8ypTiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/AnJUsY9QpqE/s1600/Nov%2B5%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672452556386291234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbPbdPXDsHQ/TriZi8ypTiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/AnJUsY9QpqE/s400/Nov%2B5%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily for them, he had several candy bars just for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kj8UgyfBSvs/TriZCmvykeI/AAAAAAAAEjU/bG-yPLtiCKQ/s1600/Nov%2B5%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672452000712921570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kj8UgyfBSvs/TriZCmvykeI/AAAAAAAAEjU/bG-yPLtiCKQ/s400/Nov%2B5%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we got him to pose in one picture too!&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Grandmother and Grandaddy's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AtIIh35aSis/TriVQHnHRjI/AAAAAAAAEiw/IOEexMg51o0/s1600/Nov%2B5%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672447834826688050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AtIIh35aSis/TriVQHnHRjI/AAAAAAAAEiw/IOEexMg51o0/s400/Nov%2B5%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandmother was excited to see her Sweeties all dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then picked up some Burger King to eat quick, quick, quick before our friends came over to go trick-or-treating with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjJ5TMxtNHs/TriVP3FoWtI/AAAAAAAAEik/CgcZyRaIgUE/s1600/Nov%2B5%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672447830391282386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjJ5TMxtNHs/TriVP3FoWtI/AAAAAAAAEik/CgcZyRaIgUE/s400/Nov%2B5%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenny and Annie came over right as we were finishing up our supper. We headed out into our neighborhood to see how much candy we could actually get. Both Caitlin and Harrison ended up dumping their buckets into our bigger bags to make room for more candy! They had a huge haul of candy that has not gone down very much at all over the past week no matter how many Kit Kats I eat!&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/1063169908735929313-5245063576604734812?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5245063576604734812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=5245063576604734812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5245063576604734812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5245063576604734812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-late-halloween.html' title='Happy (late) Halloween!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RjpOJc7Dug8/TribTRLjq6I/AAAAAAAAEkE/KjbKGv_4QeM/s72-c/Nov%2B5%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-7074142376952890578</id><published>2011-11-07T20:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:29:41.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Time</title><content type='html'>Monday, October 31 was the 50th day of school, so the First Grade Teachers (along with lots of others at my school) dressed the part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CriLi6YkjQM/TriTXCXV6sI/AAAAAAAAEiY/XDqDQioLo6Y/s1600/Nov%2B5%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672445754654190274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CriLi6YkjQM/TriTXCXV6sI/AAAAAAAAEiY/XDqDQioLo6Y/s400/Nov%2B5%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back Row: Mary Beth, Debbie, Beth, and Mary&lt;br /&gt;Front Row: Thea and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a good time teaching the kids about the 50's, but the most fun was listening to the fun music! I hope we did a good job because none of us were around back then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-7074142376952890578?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7074142376952890578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=7074142376952890578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7074142376952890578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7074142376952890578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-in-time.html' title='Back in Time'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CriLi6YkjQM/TriTXCXV6sI/AAAAAAAAEiY/XDqDQioLo6Y/s72-c/Nov%2B5%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-2043555048432050755</id><published>2011-11-05T21:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:22:35.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Good-bye to Soccer</title><content type='html'>Saturday, October 29 started out as a cold, cold day, but we still had to bundle up and cheer Harrison on in his last soccer game of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAOClXoMXjM/TrX1yd3AjSI/AAAAAAAAEh0/Lt-iFkMkogg/s1600/Oct%2B30%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671709553100623138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAOClXoMXjM/TrX1yd3AjSI/AAAAAAAAEh0/Lt-iFkMkogg/s400/Oct%2B30%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is in the middle with long sleeves and a hat on to keep him warm. No time to get sick in our household!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SkL-vQygLi4/TrX1BzPkUhI/AAAAAAAAEho/0SOkv18zDrQ/s1600/Oct%2B30%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671708717027185170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SkL-vQygLi4/TrX1BzPkUhI/AAAAAAAAEho/0SOkv18zDrQ/s400/Oct%2B30%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Way to go after that ball, Harrison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddEEuJ03Aa0/TrX1BbYLwhI/AAAAAAAAEhc/OLqIievX7cA/s1600/Oct%2B30%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671708710620873234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddEEuJ03Aa0/TrX1BbYLwhI/AAAAAAAAEhc/OLqIievX7cA/s400/Oct%2B30%2B061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look who came to cheer--PaPa! We were all so happy to see him out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, all the players and parents met up at Pizza Hut here in Madison for the team party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qAo4AcP1eB4/TrXzrOoYtVI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/b9HKYTaMbwo/s1600/Oct%2B30%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671707229730420050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qAo4AcP1eB4/TrXzrOoYtVI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/b9HKYTaMbwo/s400/Oct%2B30%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The young soccer stars had built up quite an appetite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPW0mq3-iNg/TrXzKMX034I/AAAAAAAAEhE/jrxBVXzBn4M/s1600/Oct%2B30%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671706662188408706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPW0mq3-iNg/TrXzKMX034I/AAAAAAAAEhE/jrxBVXzBn4M/s400/Oct%2B30%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coach Matt with his Green Scorpions team: Bryce, Nathan, Kelly, Camille, Harrison, Logan, and Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiA1g6RO-Mw/TrXyoRDDuGI/AAAAAAAAEg4/zdxB1xBpAxk/s1600/Oct%2B30%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671706079327926370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiA1g6RO-Mw/TrXyoRDDuGI/AAAAAAAAEg4/zdxB1xBpAxk/s400/Oct%2B30%2B071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coach Matt and Harrison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were very lucky to get such a good soccer coach! He took the time to interact with each player after the games to tell them at least one thing they had done well. I really appreciate how patient he was with the kids each week during practice and games.&lt;br /&gt;Harrison really liked his first season of soccer. He said it was even more fun than T-ball! I think he liked it because he was never bored plus he got to eat snacks when he was sitting out. We'll see if he decides to play another season next year.&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/1063169908735929313-2043555048432050755?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2043555048432050755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=2043555048432050755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2043555048432050755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2043555048432050755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/11/say-good-bye-to-soccer.html' title='Say Good-bye to Soccer'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAOClXoMXjM/TrX1yd3AjSI/AAAAAAAAEh0/Lt-iFkMkogg/s72-c/Oct%2B30%2B055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-8578056424127572752</id><published>2011-11-05T20:41:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T21:28:05.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip Friday</title><content type='html'>On Friday, October 28, my 1st grade class went on a field trip to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vB8Vjez9vww/TrXuWhIyfbI/AAAAAAAAEgU/vY_qXPI3GKo/s1600/eatly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671701376362773938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vB8Vjez9vww/TrXuWhIyfbI/AAAAAAAAEgU/vY_qXPI3GKo/s400/eatly.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Early Works Children's Museum in downtown Huntsville. The presentations we saw and experienced there started our study we do during the month of November about the pioneers, the Pilgrims, and the Indians. We saw lots of cool things, and had the greatest tour guide. In fact, she was the grandmother of one of my former students who is now a Junior at Grissom High School! One of the perks of me being a teacher is that my own children sometimes get to tag along on Field Trips. Today was one of those days. I took Harrison out of school, and he got to accompany us to EarlyWorks. It worked out well because he was in Kindergarten with these same kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqUMt3YctZs/TrXtDGmTW1I/AAAAAAAAEf8/MVYcacdHmAc/s1600/Oct%2B30%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671699943309663058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqUMt3YctZs/TrXtDGmTW1I/AAAAAAAAEf8/MVYcacdHmAc/s400/Oct%2B30%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the first things we got to experience was the Talking Tree. The kids absolutely LOVED it! We listened to a cool story then the kids got to feel the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu-K5kGVJCE/TrXsdzDgs7I/AAAAAAAAEfw/PsRx8u7DX8Q/s1600/Oct%2B30%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671699302408303538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu-K5kGVJCE/TrXsdzDgs7I/AAAAAAAAEfw/PsRx8u7DX8Q/s400/Oct%2B30%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then got to walk on the boat, and the kids got to change the sails so the boat would sail better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPdoQ5qLWLU/TrXr6ddNWAI/AAAAAAAAEfk/Jq-w0wF3F_Q/s1600/Oct%2B30%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671698695315085314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPdoQ5qLWLU/TrXr6ddNWAI/AAAAAAAAEfk/Jq-w0wF3F_Q/s400/Oct%2B30%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can't tell, but this is Harrison trying on one of the Indian masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOJ2ZV81yj4/TrXnrFppP0I/AAAAAAAAEe0/sSJAxrJdeQo/s1600/Oct%2B30%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671694033180245826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DOJ2ZV81yj4/TrXnrFppP0I/AAAAAAAAEe0/sSJAxrJdeQo/s400/Oct%2B30%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was time to play pioneer dress-up. Doesn't he look cute dressed like Davey Crockett?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2TbTiaFodk/TrXnqhRORcI/AAAAAAAAEeo/BYl1dU_ygIA/s1600/Oct%2B30%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671694023414138306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2TbTiaFodk/TrXnqhRORcI/AAAAAAAAEeo/BYl1dU_ygIA/s400/Oct%2B30%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my sweet class ready to go live with Laura Ingalls Wilder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWvms1AcVMI/TrXmr8yYHlI/AAAAAAAAEec/gJdixjP1UrA/s1600/Oct%2B30%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671692948469194322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWvms1AcVMI/TrXmr8yYHlI/AAAAAAAAEec/gJdixjP1UrA/s400/Oct%2B30%2B051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm so happy my precious baby boy went with us! We had a great time, and he loved seeing his Kindergarten friends from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-8578056424127572752?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8578056424127572752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=8578056424127572752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8578056424127572752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8578056424127572752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/11/field-trip-friday.html' title='Field Trip Friday'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vB8Vjez9vww/TrXuWhIyfbI/AAAAAAAAEgU/vY_qXPI3GKo/s72-c/eatly.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-51529475042954194</id><published>2011-11-05T20:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:41:06.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Did I Run?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQLt2-TjkE0/TrXkN-LMETI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/uqjNr7uMqUU/s1600/ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671690234422366514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQLt2-TjkE0/TrXkN-LMETI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/uqjNr7uMqUU/s400/ribbon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So on Saturday, October 15, even though I was still racked with grief, I ran the Liz Hurley Ribbon Run with my best friend, Shannon. I got asked many times why I was there that day by people who knew just what I had been through the past week. Well...I ran because of my precious Granny who died of breast cancer in 1998. I ran because of the treatments my Aunt Bobbie had to endure to rid her body of this horrible disease. And lastly, I ran because one of my sweet friends, Heather, was just starting her battle with breast cancer. Plus I got some uninterrupted time with Shannon (unless you count the other 5,000 women who ran with us!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-51529475042954194?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/51529475042954194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=51529475042954194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/51529475042954194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/51529475042954194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-did-i-run.html' title='Why Did I Run?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQLt2-TjkE0/TrXkN-LMETI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/uqjNr7uMqUU/s72-c/ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-8264387732995474836</id><published>2011-10-22T18:23:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T19:38:47.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Friday in Atlanta</title><content type='html'>Since we have had some depressing days lately, Randy and I decided to surprise the kids with a quick trip to Atlanta to have some fun. We checked them out of school on Thursday and headed East to the big city. They were soooooo excited!!! (don't know if it was missing school or going on a trip that made their day!)&lt;br /&gt;We checked into our hotel, did a little swimming in their indoor pool, then headed to eat. After a good night's sleep in our comfy beds, we made our way to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXlHWl_nxYM/TqNcsQre51I/AAAAAAAAEdQ/m_yzlCHZ-8w/s1600/ga%2Baqua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666474671623563090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXlHWl_nxYM/TqNcsQre51I/AAAAAAAAEdQ/m_yzlCHZ-8w/s400/ga%2Baqua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Georgia Aquarium. We have never been, so we were all a little bit excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xgO-HJFxnG4/TqNcscysUqI/AAAAAAAAEdI/pMhFQb6Y9rQ/s1600/October%2B11%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666474674875028130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xgO-HJFxnG4/TqNcscysUqI/AAAAAAAAEdI/pMhFQb6Y9rQ/s400/October%2B11%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got there right in time to watch the scuba diver feed the fish in the first big tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i33uMAHAaHk/TqNcKeTu_jI/AAAAAAAAEdA/xY6mY9a2H3A/s1600/October%2B11%2B065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666474091166498354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i33uMAHAaHk/TqNcKeTu_jI/AAAAAAAAEdA/xY6mY9a2H3A/s400/October%2B11%2B065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxQkU54ftoQ/TqNcKBVskdI/AAAAAAAAEcw/EqvR-iw7tWA/s1600/October%2B11%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666474083390099922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxQkU54ftoQ/TqNcKBVskdI/AAAAAAAAEcw/EqvR-iw7tWA/s400/October%2B11%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we (they) petted the sting rays. I'm just not big on putting my hand into smelly water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Inuul2oi89E/TqNbPNK-cbI/AAAAAAAAEck/qzFgbpj0vUk/s1600/October%2B11%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666473072954077618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Inuul2oi89E/TqNbPNK-cbI/AAAAAAAAEck/qzFgbpj0vUk/s400/October%2B11%2B071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sweet kiddos on our way into the River exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rfAhNp1MUn4/TqNbOzFjHrI/AAAAAAAAEcY/T0aO58tWCOs/s1600/October%2B11%2B078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666473065951993522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rfAhNp1MUn4/TqNbOzFjHrI/AAAAAAAAEcY/T0aO58tWCOs/s400/October%2B11%2B078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then found our seats for the Dolphin Show. It was awesome--almost better than the one at SeaWorld!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_iALeJF2M4/TqNaWyWwktI/AAAAAAAAEcM/AU-QIw_brqs/s1600/October%2B11%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666472103683068626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_iALeJF2M4/TqNaWyWwktI/AAAAAAAAEcM/AU-QIw_brqs/s400/October%2B11%2B082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next up: the Penguins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmY_h5sGS5U/TqNZ3wLPHTI/AAAAAAAAEcA/QO-pn88UmyQ/s1600/October%2B11%2B084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666471570521922866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmY_h5sGS5U/TqNZ3wLPHTI/AAAAAAAAEcA/QO-pn88UmyQ/s400/October%2B11%2B084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a tube to crawl through where the penguins actually swam all around you and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HDhs1GAYbFQ/TqNZaFdXfnI/AAAAAAAAEbo/o6vq5yeEax8/s1600/October%2B11%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666471060839038578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HDhs1GAYbFQ/TqNZaFdXfnI/AAAAAAAAEbo/o6vq5yeEax8/s400/October%2B11%2B087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you ended up popping up in the penguin habitat. How cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cGeHspC-fEU/TqNYniX4j7I/AAAAAAAAEbg/fGtcj-WQ2XI/s1600/October%2B11%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666470192427339698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cGeHspC-fEU/TqNYniX4j7I/AAAAAAAAEbg/fGtcj-WQ2XI/s400/October%2B11%2B092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The river otters were next on our list. They were so cute playing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HoohJS3wZ8U/TqNYnd7_tAI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/48lQqogplFY/s1600/October%2B11%2B096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666470191236625410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HoohJS3wZ8U/TqNYnd7_tAI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/48lQqogplFY/s400/October%2B11%2B096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My precious hubby and me in the big tank. Didn't Caitlin take a good picture of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wPBjHAXxIr0/TqNXxub41hI/AAAAAAAAEbI/ceszqM1YpQw/s1600/October%2B11%2B101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666469267952424466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wPBjHAXxIr0/TqNXxub41hI/AAAAAAAAEbI/ceszqM1YpQw/s400/October%2B11%2B101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin and Harrison on the moving sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-1a3cpTF0s/TqNXxSmiMrI/AAAAAAAAEa4/kiAy8gW3aRU/s1600/October%2B11%2B097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666469260480885426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-1a3cpTF0s/TqNXxSmiMrI/AAAAAAAAEa4/kiAy8gW3aRU/s400/October%2B11%2B097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the view up above us as we rode on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkMSY0LN2Sk/TqNW4LEr0MI/AAAAAAAAEas/HRyOn1f-F_I/s1600/October%2B11%2B102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666468279207317698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FkMSY0LN2Sk/TqNW4LEr0MI/AAAAAAAAEas/HRyOn1f-F_I/s400/October%2B11%2B102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we saw this big guy in there too! Good thing my kids haven't seen Jaws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GuGQ0EgHcyg/TqNW39iN61I/AAAAAAAAEag/ZjViaKpkuf0/s1600/October%2B11%2B104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666468275573091154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GuGQ0EgHcyg/TqNW39iN61I/AAAAAAAAEag/ZjViaKpkuf0/s400/October%2B11%2B104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching all the cool fish swim by. It was so calming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aF8n0VYXAnc/TqNWGVYXXbI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/VS2OhEcCSWs/s1600/October%2B11%2B106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666467422980758962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aF8n0VYXAnc/TqNWGVYXXbI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/VS2OhEcCSWs/s400/October%2B11%2B106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside the Aquarium they have these dolphin statues that different businesses have painted. Caitlin thought this one was too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1qc5heEeCI/TqNWGXQVe1I/AAAAAAAAEaI/0R7olgXjKTg/s1600/October%2B11%2B108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666467423483951954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1qc5heEeCI/TqNWGXQVe1I/AAAAAAAAEaI/0R7olgXjKTg/s400/October%2B11%2B108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course Randy and I had to have our picture made with the Atlanta Falcons dolphin. Can't go anywhere without thinking football!&lt;br /&gt;After that, we walked down the hill to the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hgNO0DeFn0/TqNVL1suz4I/AAAAAAAAEZ4/knessLJhg0k/s1600/main-world-of-coke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666466418043834242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hgNO0DeFn0/TqNVL1suz4I/AAAAAAAAEZ4/knessLJhg0k/s400/main-world-of-coke1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; World of Coca-Cola. We've always wanted to come here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8QJ3H0hOz4/TqNVL2H0QwI/AAAAAAAAEZw/0G3guhK7MGw/s1600/October%2B11%2B109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666466418157437698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8QJ3H0hOz4/TqNVL2H0QwI/AAAAAAAAEZw/0G3guhK7MGw/s400/October%2B11%2B109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was lots of cool memorabilia in the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18QyDfsb6yY/TqNUnsLBP1I/AAAAAAAAEZg/eCaaTyh-mvw/s1600/October%2B11%2B110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666465797011226450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18QyDfsb6yY/TqNUnsLBP1I/AAAAAAAAEZg/eCaaTyh-mvw/s400/October%2B11%2B110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a very friendly polar bear that we got to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enYgaU_jfdk/TqNUnRVo_bI/AAAAAAAAEZY/cJ1qz2O9bvQ/s1600/October%2B11%2B112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666465789808016818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enYgaU_jfdk/TqNUnRVo_bI/AAAAAAAAEZY/cJ1qz2O9bvQ/s400/October%2B11%2B112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also met a new character that Coke is introducing in its most recent campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8mJCbmRg77Y/TqNTuJv-I5I/AAAAAAAAEZM/jKsizMfeX-Q/s1600/October%2B11%2B116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666464808518427538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8mJCbmRg77Y/TqNTuJv-I5I/AAAAAAAAEZM/jKsizMfeX-Q/s400/October%2B11%2B116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was lots of neat stuff to see..like this Coca-Cola couch that was on American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sm3UaPSFVcA/TqNTt9RKehI/AAAAAAAAEZA/P2v4-E4JiN4/s1600/October%2B11%2B118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666464805167987218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sm3UaPSFVcA/TqNTt9RKehI/AAAAAAAAEZA/P2v4-E4JiN4/s400/October%2B11%2B118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was also a 4-D theater where we got to wear these cool glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hED8TGAodyU/TqNS9FERagI/AAAAAAAAEY0/0lV8LWDq7AY/s1600/October%2B11%2B122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666463965447809538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hED8TGAodyU/TqNS9FERagI/AAAAAAAAEY0/0lV8LWDq7AY/s400/October%2B11%2B122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin got her a glass of Coke from this very old soda fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5srSic7whw/TqNSeFXKVmI/AAAAAAAAEYo/eqHlSuUxhS8/s1600/October%2B11%2B123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666463432951092834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5srSic7whw/TqNSeFXKVmI/AAAAAAAAEYo/eqHlSuUxhS8/s400/October%2B11%2B123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison loved this old soda delivery truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dc6BGILV2JM/TqNSEY7g6qI/AAAAAAAAEYc/0ECxl0sWC1I/s1600/October%2B11%2B124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666462991527242402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dc6BGILV2JM/TqNSEY7g6qI/AAAAAAAAEYc/0ECxl0sWC1I/s400/October%2B11%2B124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And they got to hold actual Olympic torches that came through Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nJlp8q0L1Hw/TqNRocYfUmI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/8prlM54UYcc/s1600/October%2B11%2B114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666462511417741922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nJlp8q0L1Hw/TqNRocYfUmI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/8prlM54UYcc/s400/October%2B11%2B114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next came the taste testing. There were 64 different kinds of Coke from all around the world. Some were great, and others made you want to spit them out! It was neat to see all the different flavors that Coke comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAYN5hgeYCQ/TqNQ7yo0IVI/AAAAAAAAEYE/jBGXPyMfxVs/s1600/October%2B11%2B125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666461744297681234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAYN5hgeYCQ/TqNQ7yo0IVI/AAAAAAAAEYE/jBGXPyMfxVs/s400/October%2B11%2B125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin and I were just happy to get some good, old-fashioned Coke from the United States!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had a really fun day in Atlanta. I am so glad that we got to spend some good, quality family time together. We haven't had a chance to do that lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-8264387732995474836?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8264387732995474836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=8264387732995474836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8264387732995474836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8264387732995474836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/10/fun-friday-in-atlanta.html' title='Fun Friday in Atlanta'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IXlHWl_nxYM/TqNcsQre51I/AAAAAAAAEdQ/m_yzlCHZ-8w/s72-c/ga%2Baqua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-42879428319720621</id><published>2011-10-22T12:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T13:06:59.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison Street Festival 2011</title><content type='html'>On the first Saturday in October, our small city has their annual Street Festival. This year it was on Saturday, October 1. We started our day watching Harrison play in a soccer game, then we made our way to the Street Festival for some hometown fun. There are lots of things to see and do at the Street Festival like face painting, riding the little train, browsing the craft booths, and meeting up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYqBBBhbF4I/TqMEh_mCmtI/AAAAAAAAEX4/VhXmZN6xj1A/s1600/October%2B11%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666377738215398098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYqBBBhbF4I/TqMEh_mCmtI/AAAAAAAAEX4/VhXmZN6xj1A/s400/October%2B11%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first people we ran into were Darth Vader with his Stormtroopers. Harrison was beyond excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ychLdNolyo/TqMDnTNqQaI/AAAAAAAAEXs/KLVMXXEr3G0/s1600/October%2B11%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666376729869566370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ychLdNolyo/TqMDnTNqQaI/AAAAAAAAEXs/KLVMXXEr3G0/s400/October%2B11%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, as we were walking around looking in all the booths, we ran into Po from Kung Fu Panda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent about an hour walking around and probably would have stayed longer, however a small bee changed our plans. Caitlin was waiting in line for some food when this little bitty bee decided she looked very, very sweet and stung her! Needless to say, we immediately left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jPiMPftAus/TqMCIthNagI/AAAAAAAAEXg/voWtpQC_Lsk/s1600/October%2B11%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666375104843311618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jPiMPftAus/TqMCIthNagI/AAAAAAAAEXg/voWtpQC_Lsk/s400/October%2B11%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison's legs were tired from all the running and kicking at his soccer game, so Daddy had to provide transportation as we were walking back to the car.&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time while we were there, but we didn't get to spend as much time as we usually do there or do half the fun things we normally find to do. Oh well...thank goodness there's next year to look forward to!&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/1063169908735929313-42879428319720621?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/42879428319720621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=42879428319720621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/42879428319720621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/42879428319720621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/10/madison-street-festival-2011.html' title='Madison Street Festival 2011'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYqBBBhbF4I/TqMEh_mCmtI/AAAAAAAAEX4/VhXmZN6xj1A/s72-c/October%2B11%2B023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-1776279235829833440</id><published>2011-10-22T09:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T09:57:39.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Star</title><content type='html'>So....I am way, way, way behind on blogging. To catch you up a little bit, we have enjoyed watching Harrison play soccer each Saturday morning. He seems to really enjoy soccer more than T-ball. Maybe it's the non-stop action or maybe he's just better at this sport. Whatever the case, it's been fun watching him play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggyRpyqMkZg/TqLYU_VvnKI/AAAAAAAAEXU/Yi1L_joGRog/s1600/October%2B11%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666329136297122978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggyRpyqMkZg/TqLYU_VvnKI/AAAAAAAAEXU/Yi1L_joGRog/s400/October%2B11%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kicking off the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7XHZHu1GaA/TqLXsnn8uGI/AAAAAAAAEXI/Jq7MoflSq20/s1600/October%2B11%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666328442736261218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7XHZHu1GaA/TqLXsnn8uGI/AAAAAAAAEXI/Jq7MoflSq20/s400/October%2B11%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Throw-in time! Daddy just can't resist adding a little coaching in there. (See his hand?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CjtxyY4MBnQ/TqLXGLtI6kI/AAAAAAAAEW4/f14OWeRhqOE/s1600/October%2B11%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666327782406810178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CjtxyY4MBnQ/TqLXGLtI6kI/AAAAAAAAEW4/f14OWeRhqOE/s400/October%2B11%2B016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Way to go, Harrison!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DGNKO8EiAO0/TqLXF9UoVkI/AAAAAAAAEWw/-CUy6Tnyh3Y/s1600/October%2B11%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666327778545915458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DGNKO8EiAO0/TqLXF9UoVkI/AAAAAAAAEWw/-CUy6Tnyh3Y/s400/October%2B11%2B020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hpx8rxpDc-I/TqLW5jdqtJI/AAAAAAAAEWk/YuzQt1ut_cc/s1600/October%2B11%2B0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666327565446067346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hpx8rxpDc-I/TqLW5jdqtJI/AAAAAAAAEWk/YuzQt1ut_cc/s400/October%2B11%2B0181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLL!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L17bsLp83tE/TqLN_2No3cI/AAAAAAAAEWA/MnQql0Nn2jQ/s1600/October%2B11%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666317777953676738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L17bsLp83tE/TqLN_2No3cI/AAAAAAAAEWA/MnQql0Nn2jQ/s400/October%2B11%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing with Daddy after the big win!&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/1063169908735929313-1776279235829833440?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1776279235829833440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=1776279235829833440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1776279235829833440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1776279235829833440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/10/soccer-star.html' title='Soccer Star'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggyRpyqMkZg/TqLYU_VvnKI/AAAAAAAAEXU/Yi1L_joGRog/s72-c/October%2B11%2B008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-6980332095837490006</id><published>2011-10-19T19:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T19:50:11.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary!</title><content type='html'>On one of the most horrible, awful days last week, my entire family plus my Daddy were all in the car together. We ended up driving past this really scary haunted house that our city has during the month of October. Randy started talking about how scary that place probably is, and Harrison chimed in with, "Yeah, that place would scare the Ba-Jingles out of me!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-6980332095837490006?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6980332095837490006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=6980332095837490006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6980332095837490006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6980332095837490006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/10/scary.html' title='Scary!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-1625702734782590986</id><published>2011-10-14T09:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T09:21:36.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfOhVWYmv1M/TphFH8EkIqI/AAAAAAAAEV0/Se0KfZV4psE/s1600/november10%2B552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663352534105072290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfOhVWYmv1M/TphFH8EkIqI/AAAAAAAAEV0/Se0KfZV4psE/s400/november10%2B552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know you are having the best birthday party EVER today, but we sure miss celebrating with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-1625702734782590986?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1625702734782590986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=1625702734782590986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1625702734782590986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1625702734782590986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-mama.html' title='Happy Birthday Mama!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfOhVWYmv1M/TphFH8EkIqI/AAAAAAAAEV0/Se0KfZV4psE/s72-c/november10%2B552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-996923917477268232</id><published>2011-10-14T09:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T09:15:26.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Business Owners</title><content type='html'>Dear Friendly Neighborhood Clerk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I promise I am not a freak as I stand here crying in your store. It's just that the pumpkins remind me of my Mama and her October birthday. Or maybe it's the display of Danielle Steele books that I saw and reminded me of all the ones she has. Or it could be that I am just missing my Mama and need a good cry. Whatever the reason, please just ignore me because if you ask what is wrong like the sweet girl at Books-a-Million then you might get a shoulder full of tears.&lt;br /&gt;Also please disregard the girl having the panic attack in the parking lot as she will soon realize that her car was not stolen, but that she is actually driving her husband's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and Good Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-996923917477268232?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/996923917477268232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=996923917477268232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/996923917477268232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/996923917477268232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/10/note-to-business-owners.html' title='Note to Business Owners'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-5312783182997097623</id><published>2011-10-09T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T08:05:19.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mama</title><content type='html'>Dear Mama,&lt;br /&gt;You have been the best mother that anyone could have ever asked for. It's as if God took all the goodness in the world and poured it into you. You have taught me so much in the short amount of time that you were my mother, and I can only hope that I am at least half as good a mother to my two sweet children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fcKYjCz_WjI/TpJgREs7ktI/AAAAAAAAEVs/qZpPCO1PVsk/s1600/ribbon%2Brun%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661693527994372818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fcKYjCz_WjI/TpJgREs7ktI/AAAAAAAAEVs/qZpPCO1PVsk/s400/ribbon%2Brun%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You taught me to love life and sometimes just laugh even when things are going crazy all around you because that may be the only thing that gets you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4BQ8HO3z6M/TpJgQ8elWDI/AAAAAAAAEVk/z0lKc4WTbXE/s1600/Caitlincamera%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661693525786712114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4BQ8HO3z6M/TpJgQ8elWDI/AAAAAAAAEVk/z0lKc4WTbXE/s400/Caitlincamera%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You and Daddy provided a wonderful example of love having celebrated 52 years of marriage together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ue2IC7u3mE/TpJgQi_KUaI/AAAAAAAAEVc/USYK_ZspiUE/s1600/caitlin%2B391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661693518944031138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ue2IC7u3mE/TpJgQi_KUaI/AAAAAAAAEVc/USYK_ZspiUE/s400/caitlin%2B391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You taught me family is the most important thing and to always try to support each other in everything they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsimMI-bvQ0/TpJgQafDypI/AAAAAAAAEVU/XpKv5KIkN-8/s1600/June%2B16%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661693516661901970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WsimMI-bvQ0/TpJgQafDypI/AAAAAAAAEVU/XpKv5KIkN-8/s400/June%2B16%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You taught me to study hard and my dreams will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AkVTSnHGnOo/TpJgQNYV7yI/AAAAAAAAEVM/bwqc7qfyEew/s1600/mothers%2Bday%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661693513144069922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AkVTSnHGnOo/TpJgQNYV7yI/AAAAAAAAEVM/bwqc7qfyEew/s400/mothers%2Bday%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But most of all, you loved me and Dana through everything we put you through as we were growing up. You showed us how to be kind, caring, and thoughtful--the very things that made you such a wonderful person. You took us to church every Sunday so that we would learn about Jesus and the Bible. Little did I know at the time that I was living with one of Jesus' beautiful angels that He put on Earth. I am so sad that my own personal angel has left me, but I know that you have found your way to the most glorious home ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for everything you taught me. I only wish I would have paid more attention at times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Mama, and will miss you every day of my life!&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/1063169908735929313-5312783182997097623?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5312783182997097623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=5312783182997097623' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5312783182997097623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5312783182997097623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-mama.html' title='Dear Mama'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fcKYjCz_WjI/TpJgREs7ktI/AAAAAAAAEVs/qZpPCO1PVsk/s72-c/ribbon%2Brun%2B035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-4073724210549758583</id><published>2011-09-29T20:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:06:57.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life....</title><content type='html'>STINKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have so much to be thankful for, like my husband who has become a single parent lately and has done it without any arguing or negativity. Or for my precious children who just come to give me hugs and kisses "just cause!" Or for my sweet friends who keep praying for me and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are dark, dark times (like right now!) when I just want to kick and scream and let all my frustrations out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry to be a Negative Nelly, but I need to tell somebody how I feel and the computer won't talk back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-4073724210549758583?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4073724210549758583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=4073724210549758583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4073724210549758583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4073724210549758583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-life.html' title='My Life....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-3183702328529204807</id><published>2011-09-23T13:55:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:44:36.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maverick Mile</title><content type='html'>Today, even though we had cloudy skies and a few sprinkles, Mill Creek Elementary School held their Fun Run named the Maverick Mile. I was worried they would cancel it when I was driving to the school and had a few raindrops hit my windshield, but they carried on even in the cool wind. The kids didn't seem to notice at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjErc15ArA4/Tnzc3SLNfJI/AAAAAAAAEVE/BawQx8W3cXE/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655638074400275602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjErc15ArA4/Tnzc3SLNfJI/AAAAAAAAEVE/BawQx8W3cXE/s400/fun%2Brun%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Bob Jones football team lent the school their inflatable tunnel that the football players run through to get to the field each week. It made it a little bit more special for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OfIxx_-Fmk/TnzcaKOkf9I/AAAAAAAAEU8/k_QsfG6lSko/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655637574050676690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OfIxx_-Fmk/TnzcaKOkf9I/AAAAAAAAEU8/k_QsfG6lSko/s400/fun%2Brun%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin's 6th grade run was the first of the day. Here she is after running through the tunnel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYXrKN0TySo/Tnzb4ECnUtI/AAAAAAAAEU0/at8TuvNVEz4/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655636988274365138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYXrKN0TySo/Tnzb4ECnUtI/AAAAAAAAEU0/at8TuvNVEz4/s400/fun%2Brun%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Running laps with her Science teacher, Mrs. Betts. We know Mrs. Betts from Monrovia because her husband used to teach there, and her boys still attend Monrovia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QW1ovvGcXE/Tnzbc15KROI/AAAAAAAAEUs/KohoLIfCkfI/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655636520620147938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QW1ovvGcXE/Tnzbc15KROI/AAAAAAAAEUs/KohoLIfCkfI/s400/fun%2Brun%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sweet girl! I love that she is still excited for her Mama to be there at school for the special events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aNehAsdJjA/TnzbClvdP0I/AAAAAAAAEUk/ICotCkpfBK4/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655636069607882562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aNehAsdJjA/TnzbClvdP0I/AAAAAAAAEUk/ICotCkpfBK4/s400/fun%2Brun%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin and her Reading teacher, Mrs. Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62naUnmRgSQ/Tnzao-Myv-I/AAAAAAAAEUc/Se3lBlhzhJI/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655635629496778722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62naUnmRgSQ/Tnzao-Myv-I/AAAAAAAAEUc/Se3lBlhzhJI/s400/fun%2Brun%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Caitlin with her favorite teacher, Mr. Thaxton. She is so lucky to have him for her homeroom teacher! He is a strong Christian which is very evident in the way he treats his students. All of her teachers have been such a blessing to us especially with Caitlin transferring schools this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aw8GrtBroI/TnzaNCa3esI/AAAAAAAAEUU/9WMRakHqDc4/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655635149593213634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aw8GrtBroI/TnzaNCa3esI/AAAAAAAAEUU/9WMRakHqDc4/s400/fun%2Brun%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin and several friends from her class after the Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left after Caitlin's Run and went to sit with my Mom for awhile until I had to be back at the school for Harrison's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJQX_U8Lqx8/TnzZjI_Cx9I/AAAAAAAAEUM/CAG9fZeFBVA/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655634429801056210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJQX_U8Lqx8/TnzZjI_Cx9I/AAAAAAAAEUM/CAG9fZeFBVA/s400/fun%2Brun%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how happy he was to see me! It definitely made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKWT7DB73qA/TnzZCDfeqVI/AAAAAAAAEUE/q9T02UXkvDs/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655633861390805330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKWT7DB73qA/TnzZCDfeqVI/AAAAAAAAEUE/q9T02UXkvDs/s400/fun%2Brun%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison with his very sweet teacher, Mrs. Large. They were both pretty excited--can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5ES1crxCgs/TnzYkZ50eeI/AAAAAAAAET8/raQUSiCRDZI/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655633352010791394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5ES1crxCgs/TnzYkZ50eeI/AAAAAAAAET8/raQUSiCRDZI/s400/fun%2Brun%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting marked for running one of his laps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NNmMcHJqGTg/TnzYIe8SXvI/AAAAAAAAET0/jrIPRwxe7IU/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655632872326979314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NNmMcHJqGTg/TnzYIe8SXvI/AAAAAAAAET0/jrIPRwxe7IU/s400/fun%2Brun%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison and our next-door neighbor, Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OEJMfyUR_dI/TnzXwNWzvAI/AAAAAAAAETs/e7Q1FbMYli0/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655632455289519106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OEJMfyUR_dI/TnzXwNWzvAI/AAAAAAAAETs/e7Q1FbMYli0/s400/fun%2Brun%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The school mascot, Mickey Maverick, was there and ran with the first graders. Harrison was thrilled to get his picture made with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfJzYiS4vFc/TnzXXlCcqyI/AAAAAAAAETk/6HGtI4StDcs/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655632032149842722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfJzYiS4vFc/TnzXXlCcqyI/AAAAAAAAETk/6HGtI4StDcs/s400/fun%2Brun%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my baby boy--he doesn't look too happy does he? He was tired and the sun was in his eyes. At least I have proof that I was there with him even if the picture turned out blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yjLAbj7uUc/TnzWvpf6CoI/AAAAAAAAETc/zzt7lTbJ-3c/s1600/fun%2Brun%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655631346152376962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yjLAbj7uUc/TnzWvpf6CoI/AAAAAAAAETc/zzt7lTbJ-3c/s400/fun%2Brun%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison's first grade class with some really silly faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great time with my two sweet children today! I am so happy that I was able to join them on such a fun day.&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/1063169908735929313-3183702328529204807?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3183702328529204807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=3183702328529204807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3183702328529204807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3183702328529204807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/09/maverick-mile.html' title='Maverick Mile'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjErc15ArA4/Tnzc3SLNfJI/AAAAAAAAEVE/BawQx8W3cXE/s72-c/fun%2Brun%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-5922796294001027847</id><published>2011-09-11T21:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:20:11.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Soccer Game</title><content type='html'>Harrison decided he wanted to try a different sport this fall, and he picked soccer. We are pros at being soccer parents as Caitlin played for 2 seasons when she was younger. She quit because she she didn't like being all hot and sweaty--that's my girly girl!&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday was the day Harrison has been looking forward to since the end of July when we signed him up for soccer--the first game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjZ6a2yMzqU/Tm14IFjaQaI/AAAAAAAAETU/6TjkYkp87NY/s1600/soccer%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651305187744825762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjZ6a2yMzqU/Tm14IFjaQaI/AAAAAAAAETU/6TjkYkp87NY/s400/soccer%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is ready to go with his new uniform on!&lt;br /&gt;We drove to the YMCA, met his coach and the rest of the team, and started warming up. He was so happy because he got to play in the first quarter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gt10izrBJ6M/Tm13njpBRyI/AAAAAAAAETM/8Q28beir2J4/s1600/soccer%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651304628885735202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gt10izrBJ6M/Tm13njpBRyI/AAAAAAAAETM/8Q28beir2J4/s400/soccer%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There he is on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqcXtmm3H4s/Tm13GMdAFVI/AAAAAAAAETE/PlYDcDVn7Ok/s1600/soccer%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651304055725626706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqcXtmm3H4s/Tm13GMdAFVI/AAAAAAAAETE/PlYDcDVn7Ok/s400/soccer%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He even got to throw the ball in once which thrilled him to no end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_NnFeXsL-8/Tm12gicspkI/AAAAAAAAES8/pMyLyNQB8cM/s1600/soccer%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651303408794904130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_NnFeXsL-8/Tm12gicspkI/AAAAAAAAES8/pMyLyNQB8cM/s400/soccer%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Resting with Mommy during the 2nd quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zi4V7YMeo2E/Tm12GGCZKyI/AAAAAAAAES0/6s0iW9uxOt4/s1600/soccer%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651302954491783970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zi4V7YMeo2E/Tm12GGCZKyI/AAAAAAAAES0/6s0iW9uxOt4/s400/soccer%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a little more instruction from Coach Matt, he was back and ready to play.&lt;br /&gt;They ended up scoring 3 goals to the other team's 1 goal, so they unofficially won this first game! He was super excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Gn0IrTkIWU/Tm11fgfK1bI/AAAAAAAAESs/3M2NF2_RnOo/s1600/soccer%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651302291576903090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Gn0IrTkIWU/Tm11fgfK1bI/AAAAAAAAESs/3M2NF2_RnOo/s400/soccer%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off their good sportsmanship by waiting in line to shake hands with the other team and congratulate them on a job well done. The parents also formed a tunnel for them to run through which he loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards he told us that he loved playing soccer today and thanked us for letting him play. AWWWWW! Made me feel so proud to be his Mama!&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that would have made the beautiful day even better was to have my parents there to cheer him on with us.&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/1063169908735929313-5922796294001027847?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5922796294001027847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=5922796294001027847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5922796294001027847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5922796294001027847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-soccer-game.html' title='First Soccer Game'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjZ6a2yMzqU/Tm14IFjaQaI/AAAAAAAAETU/6TjkYkp87NY/s72-c/soccer%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-621974438489569191</id><published>2011-08-25T07:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T07:14:18.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>I have been spending all my time here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4nU-39j984/TlY73Fe6aVI/AAAAAAAAESk/go3YegoCyIU/s1600/hsvhosp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644765000506173778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4nU-39j984/TlY73Fe6aVI/AAAAAAAAESk/go3YegoCyIU/s400/hsvhosp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to take care of my sweet Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48FGOQxS4zg/TlY721tyg_I/AAAAAAAAESc/yqyBsLQDORs/s1600/mothers%2Bday%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644764996273603570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48FGOQxS4zg/TlY721tyg_I/AAAAAAAAESc/yqyBsLQDORs/s400/mothers%2Bday%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Thursday I met my dad at the ER because we thought my Mama had had a stroke. After performing some tests, they diagnosed her with brain cancer. The outlook is not so good. She has about 4-6 weeks to live. We have had to move her to a nursing home because she needs constant care and supervision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can't comprehend it all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-621974438489569191?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/621974438489569191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=621974438489569191' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/621974438489569191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/621974438489569191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/08/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4nU-39j984/TlY73Fe6aVI/AAAAAAAAESk/go3YegoCyIU/s72-c/hsvhosp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-3220427290880308610</id><published>2011-08-15T19:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T19:51:30.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened at Our House Last Night</title><content type='html'>We had finished supper last night, and I was cleaning the kitchen when I heard a terrible, horrible, awful sound from our closet.&lt;br /&gt;Look what I found....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWpqgbQyswU/Tkm-b0_ajyI/AAAAAAAAESU/RE5NxVhXD1Y/s1600/school%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641249393548627746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWpqgbQyswU/Tkm-b0_ajyI/AAAAAAAAESU/RE5NxVhXD1Y/s400/school%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, that is the long clothes rack that fell off the wall. And yes, those are all my clothes now in a huge heap on the closet floor on top of my shoes. And yes, my dear, sweet husband is back at Lowe's for a second time tonight getting parts to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;And no, our life is NeVer dull around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-3220427290880308610?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3220427290880308610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=3220427290880308610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3220427290880308610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3220427290880308610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-happened-at-our-house-last-night.html' title='What Happened at Our House Last Night'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iWpqgbQyswU/Tkm-b0_ajyI/AAAAAAAAESU/RE5NxVhXD1Y/s72-c/school%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-8576589579883361729</id><published>2011-08-11T11:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T16:04:40.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrison Said</title><content type='html'>There are a few things Harrison has said this first week of First Grade that I really, really want to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCwZxpWRNZY/TkQAJTasQXI/AAAAAAAAESM/UQQp1rnOuOQ/s1600/first%2Bday%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639632793205752178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCwZxpWRNZY/TkQAJTasQXI/AAAAAAAAESM/UQQp1rnOuOQ/s400/first%2Bday%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we got to his classroom on Monday morning, and he sat down in his desk, we realized it was a little bit wobbly. Harrison said to me, "Mommy this desk wobbles. Will you bring me a new one from your class?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;After he came running down the bus steps on the first day of school, I was asking all the typical questions then I asked him to rank his first day. He said, "Well at first it was a 10, but then I got in trouble for talking in the bathroom, so it's a 9!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday night his big sister, Caitlin, was telling us that they didn't get to Science on the first day because they had so much to go over like the rules and such. Harrison said, "Well we didn't get to nap today. Can you believe it?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;His teacher is named Mrs. Large, and he thought that was hilarious the first time he heard her name. He then asked me, "Is there a Mrs. Small too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so very thankful that we have had such a great beginning to our new school year! I only hope the rest of the year runs this smoothly!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-8576589579883361729?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8576589579883361729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=8576589579883361729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8576589579883361729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8576589579883361729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/08/harrison-said.html' title='Harrison Said'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCwZxpWRNZY/TkQAJTasQXI/AAAAAAAAESM/UQQp1rnOuOQ/s72-c/first%2Bday%2B019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-1598207917980757588</id><published>2011-08-09T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T20:38:16.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently I Am...</title><content type='html'>listening to: one little boy snoring soundly in his bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving: my nice, clean, organized classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking: that I have to stop by Lowe's tomorrow to pick up supplies for a project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting: 2 more weeks of summer vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needing: to start cutting out today's laminating and make lunches for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stalking: firstgradefactory.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;flipflopteacher.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;various friends' blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-1598207917980757588?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1598207917980757588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=1598207917980757588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1598207917980757588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1598207917980757588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/08/currently-i-am.html' title='Currently I Am...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-4470397741261739827</id><published>2011-08-08T07:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:10:30.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>When I got up bright and early this morning, I jumped in the shower eager to start Caitlin and Harrison's first day of school at their new school! After much prayer, we transferred them to our neighborhood school from them going to school with us where we teach. It was a big decision which did not come lightly AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;Well all summer long, they have been super excited about going. Especially when buying school supplies and new school clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SRTtrAYfJa8/TkBow0IpHYI/AAAAAAAAESE/c4Vfot6b_6g/s1600/first%2Bday%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638621921305763202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SRTtrAYfJa8/TkBow0IpHYI/AAAAAAAAESE/c4Vfot6b_6g/s400/first%2Bday%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I packed their backpacks and lunchboxes for them and placed them by the front door so they would see them as they came down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that as I proceeded to wake up both kids what I would find!&lt;br /&gt;Harrison pretty much jumped out of bed ready to go, but Caitlin was a total different story. First she had set her alarm clock wrong and woke up an hour early. So she met me at the top of the stairs after she had gotten out of the shower. Unfortunately that gave her ample time for the nerves to settle into her stomach! She stayed in the bathroom for about 30 minutes, ate 4 Tums, and swore that she was going to throw up. (Luckily she didn't!) After rubbing her back and trying my best to calm her down, she was FiNaLlY and reluctantly ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k7Pg7DNjgic/TkBoV7GZX0I/AAAAAAAAER8/ES-qk0B1jBo/s1600/first%2Bday%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638621459318923074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k7Pg7DNjgic/TkBoV7GZX0I/AAAAAAAAER8/ES-qk0B1jBo/s400/first%2Bday%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But she was not near as excited as her little brother! He said he couldn't wait to meet some new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4XYbWEe39Q/TkBn3dPL0SI/AAAAAAAAER0/9o-3ijaNLkk/s1600/first%2Bday%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638620935906644258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4XYbWEe39Q/TkBn3dPL0SI/AAAAAAAAER0/9o-3ijaNLkk/s400/first%2Bday%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the best picture I got of her with her new backpack and lunchbox. See the forced smile? She had already told her Daddy and me that she did NOT want us to walk her to her new 6th grade classroom. She only wanted us to walk her up the stairs. That quickly changed as we entered the school building, and she realized that the other Sixth Graders were walking by themselves WITHOUT parents! So she turned around to us at the staircase and said "Good-bye. You can go now." Talk about tears for this Mama!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyaRq0O71_k/TkBnXMKleUI/AAAAAAAAERs/h9NWTNistKc/s1600/first%2Bday%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638620381568137538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HyaRq0O71_k/TkBnXMKleUI/AAAAAAAAERs/h9NWTNistKc/s400/first%2Bday%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But not Harrison! He kept asking if both Mommy and Daddy were going to walk him to his classroom. He was soooooo excited!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked into Mrs. Large's classroom, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BltDLNsXh4I/TkBm7i54fzI/AAAAAAAAERk/9AW1WxH8woA/s1600/first%2Bday%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638619906635759410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BltDLNsXh4I/TkBm7i54fzI/AAAAAAAAERk/9AW1WxH8woA/s400/first%2Bday%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he found his seat immediately and said "I'm good. Love you. Good-bye." Tears again! (But these tears were happy tears because he is so well-adjusted and absolutely loves school. For this, I am one happy Mama.)&lt;br /&gt;So Daddy and I left that school to go to our own In-Service for the day. I got home in time to meet the bus carrying my sweet babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0s8A6E3euo/TkBmgURS2sI/AAAAAAAAERc/btUV7gvuiGk/s1600/rain%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638619438850955970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H0s8A6E3euo/TkBmgURS2sI/AAAAAAAAERc/btUV7gvuiGk/s400/rain%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And these are my two drenched babies with smiles on their faces! (A thunderstorm came up about 5 minutes before they were dropped off--just great!)&lt;br /&gt;After they told me ALL about their day at school, I asked what they would rank their day if 10 was the absolute best and 0 was the absolute worst. They both shocked me with their answer---9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So even though Caitlin had all kinds of butterflies in her stomach this morning, her day ended up being great. And I was pleasantly surprised that Harrison's was the same. And they both met new friends just like Harrison wanted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great beginning to our school year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-4470397741261739827?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4470397741261739827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=4470397741261739827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4470397741261739827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4470397741261739827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-first-day-of-school.html' title='Happy First Day of School!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SRTtrAYfJa8/TkBow0IpHYI/AAAAAAAAESE/c4Vfot6b_6g/s72-c/first%2Bday%2B011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-1502017729678077005</id><published>2011-07-30T20:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T19:21:35.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookworm</title><content type='html'>Ever since my mom started taking me and my sister to the library when we were little, I have been a HUGE reader! I always have a book started although it is hard to get more than one or two read during the school year. I live for summer when I can read to my heart's content. This summer has been no different. I have read: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Postcard Killers&lt;/em&gt; by James Patterson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven is for Real&lt;/em&gt; by Todd Burpo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kindred Spirits &lt;/em&gt;by Sarah Strohmeyer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then Came You&lt;/em&gt; by Jennifer Weiner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faking It &lt;/em&gt;by Elisa Lorello&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love the One You're With &lt;/em&gt;by Emily Giffin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something Borrowed &lt;/em&gt;by Emily Giffin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Girl Who Played With Fire &lt;/em&gt;by Stieg Larsson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;White Oleander &lt;/em&gt;by Janet Fitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart of the Matter &lt;/em&gt;by Emily Giffin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's Come Undone &lt;/em&gt;by Wally Lamb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby Proof &lt;/em&gt;by Emily Giffin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lifeguard &lt;/em&gt;by James Patterson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something Blue &lt;/em&gt;by Emily Giffin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worst Case&lt;/em&gt; by James Patterson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hide in Plain Sight &lt;/em&gt;by Marta Perry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice &lt;/em&gt;by Jane Austen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly Away Home&lt;/em&gt; by Jennifer Weiner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Opposite of Me&lt;/em&gt; by Sarah Pekkanen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue Shoe &lt;/em&gt;by Anne Lamott&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't realize I had read that many books this summer until I started typing them out!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-1502017729678077005?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1502017729678077005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=1502017729678077005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1502017729678077005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1502017729678077005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/bookworm.html' title='Bookworm'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-1553760525797575638</id><published>2011-07-29T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:33:32.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7FdNaesdt0/TjLf2eI4BjI/AAAAAAAAERU/rGOm4rtmIJQ/s1600/pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634812210690131506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7FdNaesdt0/TjLf2eI4BjI/AAAAAAAAERU/rGOm4rtmIJQ/s400/pillow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My super-soft pillows on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb34JJwIrxo/TjLf2K_d62I/AAAAAAAAERM/9K5bpS5ZP_M/s1600/gauze.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634812205550398306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb34JJwIrxo/TjLf2K_d62I/AAAAAAAAERM/9K5bpS5ZP_M/s400/gauze.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gauze bandages,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KGBXzomn6Z8/TjLf2CJQmcI/AAAAAAAAERE/S_VS7Rjyz6g/s1600/lortab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634812203175549378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KGBXzomn6Z8/TjLf2CJQmcI/AAAAAAAAERE/S_VS7Rjyz6g/s400/lortab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some good painkillers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eivdBXHVrVg/TjLf14seVDI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/wtHDg00gdRc/s1600/camphone%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634812200638895154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eivdBXHVrVg/TjLf14seVDI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/wtHDg00gdRc/s400/camphone%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and my 2 sweet children who are being extremely helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my favorite things today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to have 2 places removed yesterday: a cyst on my neck and a mole on my leg. So I am resting comfortably (I guess!) as my favorite people wait on me. The best thing is, whenever they come in to bring me something or check on me I get lots of hugs and kisses!&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/1063169908735929313-1553760525797575638?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1553760525797575638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=1553760525797575638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1553760525797575638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1553760525797575638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-favorite-things-today.html' title='My Favorite Things Today'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7FdNaesdt0/TjLf2eI4BjI/AAAAAAAAERU/rGOm4rtmIJQ/s72-c/pillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-7127380979147273129</id><published>2011-07-26T10:05:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T00:10:05.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Martin Trip</title><content type='html'>Last week we got to enjoy one last family trip together of our fun summer. We drove down to my aunt's lakehouse at Lake Martin. Her lakehouse is in the Elmore County part of the lake. It was such a great week to be down there. We had great weather (even if it was extremely hot!) and made lots of memories together. We were a little delayed in leaving because of a problem with one of the tires on our boat trailer. We were packed and ready to go after church on Sunday, but God made sure that we were home when the tire decided to go haywire and not on the Interstate! So we didn't leave until Monday morning when the wonderful mechanics were able to get the parts and fix our trailer.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got to the lake, Caitlin, Harrison, and Brady got their swimsuits and life jackets on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OYyQmB0vNco/TjDpzha20gI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/U2-el4zujFk/s1600/laketrip%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634260205194105346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OYyQmB0vNco/TjDpzha20gI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/U2-el4zujFk/s400/laketrip%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were so excited and ran way ahead of me!&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did was take the boat out on the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T67y04faFF4/TjDpWsohV1I/AAAAAAAAEQs/kDP4CW4Ikcw/s1600/laketrip%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634259709988001618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T67y04faFF4/TjDpWsohV1I/AAAAAAAAEQs/kDP4CW4Ikcw/s400/laketrip%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There weren't many boats out since it was a Monday, so we were able to anchor our boat and have lots of swimming races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvyxmk-Irbs/TjDo5J5Os3I/AAAAAAAAEQk/zySmd7Qzep0/s1600/laketrip%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634259202446635890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvyxmk-Irbs/TjDo5J5Os3I/AAAAAAAAEQk/zySmd7Qzep0/s400/laketrip%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brady preferred to just watch. This is the first time we have taken him out on the boat, so we didn't really know how he would do. He was a great rider, but he did NOT like jumping in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-47aU1VFtlBo/TjDoc3BlKzI/AAAAAAAAEQc/olTvNZWyMwQ/s1600/laketrip%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634258716345051954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-47aU1VFtlBo/TjDoc3BlKzI/AAAAAAAAEQc/olTvNZWyMwQ/s400/laketrip%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He did much better swimming right beside the dock in the shallow water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-In2ZaOBjM/TjDn5bZc6eI/AAAAAAAAEQU/A8QNUg9JVUs/s1600/laketrip%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634258107633560034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-In2ZaOBjM/TjDn5bZc6eI/AAAAAAAAEQU/A8QNUg9JVUs/s400/laketrip%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin and Harrison had the job of catching minnows for their Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNLhhE-9bc0/TjDnasMcBcI/AAAAAAAAEQM/_jsrb4SErlI/s1600/laketrip%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634257579566433730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNLhhE-9bc0/TjDnasMcBcI/AAAAAAAAEQM/_jsrb4SErlI/s400/laketrip%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They must have done a good job because this is just one of the many catfish he caught! We are so lucky to have a fisherman in the family who also knows how to clean them and cook them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxdYVBtLdHo/TjDm-PmFYMI/AAAAAAAAEQE/29UynfsqOsU/s1600/laketrip%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634257090853036226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxdYVBtLdHo/TjDm-PmFYMI/AAAAAAAAEQE/29UynfsqOsU/s400/laketrip%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate lots of ice cream and fudge bars to cool ourselves off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUrEf9oK-us/TjDmGexk1gI/AAAAAAAAEP8/4Hj2Za7Mkxg/s1600/laketrip%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634256132855092738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUrEf9oK-us/TjDmGexk1gI/AAAAAAAAEP8/4Hj2Za7Mkxg/s400/laketrip%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we had fun just relaxing after the sun went down each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ANK72KB2jo/TjDlrL2xQSI/AAAAAAAAEP0/4gYD6e-pCJ4/s1600/laketrip%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634255663920136482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ANK72KB2jo/TjDlrL2xQSI/AAAAAAAAEP0/4gYD6e-pCJ4/s400/laketrip%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also had fun in the water especially when it got hot, hot, hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iqommUyMn7E/TjDlMZs3wLI/AAAAAAAAEPs/iyUUMqz5hFc/s1600/laketrip%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634255135060770994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iqommUyMn7E/TjDlMZs3wLI/AAAAAAAAEPs/iyUUMqz5hFc/s400/laketrip%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of their favorite things to do was jumping in the lake off the dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FCeEIgj_2Q/TjDktBy-fEI/AAAAAAAAEPk/N5VRdHzg8bU/s1600/laketrip%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634254596067982402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FCeEIgj_2Q/TjDktBy-fEI/AAAAAAAAEPk/N5VRdHzg8bU/s400/laketrip%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrsion couldn't let his big sister outdo him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq7BtauAt00/TjDg0XXmR8I/AAAAAAAAEPc/c_EIffn29JY/s1600/laketrip%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634250324071303106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq7BtauAt00/TjDg0XXmR8I/AAAAAAAAEPc/c_EIffn29JY/s400/laketrip%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last day we were there (Friday), Daddy loaded up all his fishing gear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAawVnhESAA/Ti7ZhYyCo_I/AAAAAAAAEPU/DZVrAi1rnyk/s1600/camphone%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633679351498318834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAawVnhESAA/Ti7ZhYyCo_I/AAAAAAAAEPU/DZVrAi1rnyk/s400/camphone%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for a fun boat ride. The plan was to anchor down somewhere so he could fish for a little bit and then go tubing for a little bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things went a little awry when we stopped to put the tube in. Daddy and Caitlin immediately jumped in the water to wait for me to drop the tube. As I was climbing on the back of the boat, my foot and one of the fishing lures met and it was NOT pretty!! I screamed, Randy and Caitlin jumped back in the boat, and I realized that I am still Randy's best catch. Haha! We rushed back to the lakehouse so Randy could pull the hook out of my foot. We soon realized how foolish that idea was because that hook was stuck way down deep in my foot. We had to get dressed and drive to Tallassee Community Hospital for the hook removal. After some absolutely wonderful treatment by their friendly staff, I got a new doctor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cGWnO8tDpHw/Ti7ZhIGLogI/AAAAAAAAEPM/W5sqK83sWkY/s1600/camphone%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633679347019391490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cGWnO8tDpHw/Ti7ZhIGLogI/AAAAAAAAEPM/W5sqK83sWkY/s400/camphone%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He and the doctor thought it would be funny to let him play doctor with my injured foot! I hobbled out of the hospital, and we realized that we were super hungry since we had never eaten lunch with all the excitement. Since we were in "town", we had to go eat at my Daddy's absolute favorite restaurant in the whole entire world....Cotton's BBQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZVubu-Ag40/Ti7ZhKSq-2I/AAAAAAAAEPE/G1RDOmvjpSQ/s1600/laketrip%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633679347608648546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZVubu-Ag40/Ti7ZhKSq-2I/AAAAAAAAEPE/G1RDOmvjpSQ/s400/laketrip%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the building they used to be in since they opened way back in the 20's. This is the one I remember coming to when I was little and visiting my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8iDX56-5ZU/Ti7Zg4tcnNI/AAAAAAAAEO8/Pa-Y1Ge2eGk/s1600/laketrip%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633679342889114834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8iDX56-5ZU/Ti7Zg4tcnNI/AAAAAAAAEO8/Pa-Y1Ge2eGk/s400/laketrip%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily for us, they have refurbished it right across the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--e0ClMM6TVo/Ti7Zgu4N0gI/AAAAAAAAEO0/t_rnGhukJew/s1600/laketrip%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633679340249928194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--e0ClMM6TVo/Ti7Zgu4N0gI/AAAAAAAAEO0/t_rnGhukJew/s400/laketrip%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is some of the most delicious barbecue you will ever taste! We also got a to-go cup of their campstew to bring back to my Daddy since he doesn't get it too often.&lt;br /&gt;So.....even though the last day of our trip ended in a minor emergency, it was a fun week spent with my favorite people at a beautiful place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-7127380979147273129?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7127380979147273129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=7127380979147273129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7127380979147273129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7127380979147273129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/lake-martin-trip.html' title='Lake Martin Trip'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OYyQmB0vNco/TjDpzha20gI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/U2-el4zujFk/s72-c/laketrip%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-1871440760939540999</id><published>2011-07-18T09:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T09:37:49.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Artists in the House</title><content type='html'>There is a place in Huntsville called My Spirited Art that I have heard a LOT about from friends. You go online to their website and sign up for a painting that you would like to paint. That night you show up with your friends (and wine if that suits you!) and paint according to the directions given out by the instructor. Everyone ends up painting the same picture, but they all turn out different.&lt;br /&gt;I went with a group of teachers from my school last Friday night and had a BlAsT!!! We painted an iron cross, and they all turned out beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wluo8opIWLQ/TiRDY-zi-ZI/AAAAAAAAEOs/LxoSDwCr_mU/s1600/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630699530575083922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wluo8opIWLQ/TiRDY-zi-ZI/AAAAAAAAEOs/LxoSDwCr_mU/s400/art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the BiG class that was there that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday afternoon, Caitlin went to a birthday party for a dance friend at the same place. Kayla picked a cute, cute picture for the girls to paint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3mdJalNuKHs/TiRDYulpUaI/AAAAAAAAEOk/UfZehcwpt0k/s1600/art2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630699526221812130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3mdJalNuKHs/TiRDYulpUaI/AAAAAAAAEOk/UfZehcwpt0k/s400/art2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin is on the back row to the far right. She is such a perfectionist and keeps telling me that she messed up on one of her flowers. I think it's perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad that we both got to go to this neat place! Now we have new, original artwork for our walls.&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/1063169908735929313-1871440760939540999?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1871440760939540999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=1871440760939540999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1871440760939540999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1871440760939540999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/artists-in-house.html' title='Artists in the House'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wluo8opIWLQ/TiRDY-zi-ZI/AAAAAAAAEOs/LxoSDwCr_mU/s72-c/art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-1087614794249981163</id><published>2011-07-16T07:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T07:55:06.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons 3.0</title><content type='html'>Harrison just completed his third year of Swim Lessons this week. He had a great time and learned a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GP00KLwVpzY/TiGIbCgKvKI/AAAAAAAAEOc/FtpwUCubnTw/s1600/beach2011%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629931007299468450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GP00KLwVpzY/TiGIbCgKvKI/AAAAAAAAEOc/FtpwUCubnTw/s400/beach2011%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think he was a little cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zR4abowoL8/TiGIa8yHDkI/AAAAAAAAEOU/2kkp5nVitII/s1600/swimlessons%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629931005764111938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zR4abowoL8/TiGIa8yHDkI/AAAAAAAAEOU/2kkp5nVitII/s400/swimlessons%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His swim teacher, Ms. Brenda, expanded on the basics and then taught them the proper diving form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lauRr27R5HY/TiGGPQ5K1_I/AAAAAAAAEOM/VxwAh5Gbj5s/s1600/swimlessons%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629928605980743666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lauRr27R5HY/TiGGPQ5K1_I/AAAAAAAAEOM/VxwAh5Gbj5s/s400/swimlessons%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over he goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCiwibM40Ec/TiGGPP1YlII/AAAAAAAAEOE/cJOFoAF6JxI/s1600/swimlessons%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629928605696431234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCiwibM40Ec/TiGGPP1YlII/AAAAAAAAEOE/cJOFoAF6JxI/s400/swimlessons%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is trying it off the side of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcYoo0UT-ZA/TiGGOy82qSI/AAAAAAAAEN8/paTsFC0gHNI/s1600/swimlessons%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629928597943134498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcYoo0UT-ZA/TiGGOy82qSI/AAAAAAAAEN8/paTsFC0gHNI/s400/swimlessons%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Up and over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6NCORG2JpU4/TiGGOm3QtjI/AAAAAAAAEN0/o046-KbanMQ/s1600/swimlessons%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629928594698450482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6NCORG2JpU4/TiGGOm3QtjI/AAAAAAAAEN0/o046-KbanMQ/s400/swimlessons%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not a dive in any form or fashion....just a fun jump off the diving board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1fEM_SUaAA/TiGGOZfueQI/AAAAAAAAENs/xDtQ9bRbM3s/s1600/swimlessons%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629928591110076674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1fEM_SUaAA/TiGGOZfueQI/AAAAAAAAENs/xDtQ9bRbM3s/s400/swimlessons%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But yay!!!! He swam the entire length of the pool after that crazy jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helped him to have 2 friends in his class with him: Saige and Alex. Also, he absolutely adores Ms. Brenda so he did everything she asked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So proud of him!&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/1063169908735929313-1087614794249981163?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1087614794249981163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=1087614794249981163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1087614794249981163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1087614794249981163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/swim-lessons-30.html' title='Swim Lessons 3.0'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GP00KLwVpzY/TiGIbCgKvKI/AAAAAAAAEOc/FtpwUCubnTw/s72-c/beach2011%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-5484027991404449955</id><published>2011-07-12T20:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:30:01.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Ma-Ma and Pa-Pa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aSj4aVZBhJs/Thz0Jy3syZI/AAAAAAAAENk/paUtSVo72Ds/s1600/wedding_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 395px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628642083417672082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aSj4aVZBhJs/Thz0Jy3syZI/AAAAAAAAENk/paUtSVo72Ds/s400/wedding_pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so very blessed to have parents that are celebrating their 52nd wedding anniversary today!! Things I love about their marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They still kiss each other good night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;His license plate is WNM for "Willie and Martha"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He still gives her 1 dozen red roses each July 12.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He opens her door for her everywhere they go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes he orders for her in a restaurant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He carries her purse for her if she asks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They go EvErYwHeRe together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They say "I love you" to each other all the time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a wonderful example I have!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-5484027991404449955?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5484027991404449955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=5484027991404449955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5484027991404449955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5484027991404449955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-anniversary-ma-ma-and-pa-pa.html' title='Happy Anniversary Ma-Ma and Pa-Pa!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aSj4aVZBhJs/Thz0Jy3syZI/AAAAAAAAENk/paUtSVo72Ds/s72-c/wedding_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-3737840714601296602</id><published>2011-07-12T19:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:17:38.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Way to Spend a Summer Saturday</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, we spent the day out on Guntersville Lake with our friends, the Aronsons. We had such a GrEaT time!! We had sunny skies, cool water, good food, and the fun and laughs that go along with being with great friends.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Randy bought a new tube because it got a LOT of use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NswjgL-lJmc/ThzwVGszZcI/AAAAAAAAENc/bU7xncjx7A4/s1600/lake%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628637879672726978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NswjgL-lJmc/ThzwVGszZcI/AAAAAAAAENc/bU7xncjx7A4/s400/lake%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin and Taylor jumped at the chance to be the first riders of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VynEurxVJdI/ThzwUG1484I/AAAAAAAAENU/Ammvf2mr49I/s1600/lake%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628637862530970498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VynEurxVJdI/ThzwUG1484I/AAAAAAAAENU/Ammvf2mr49I/s400/lake%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While Alex and Harrison decided it was snack time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAtNSiwTTS0/ThzwTkqMRQI/AAAAAAAAENM/sirfW77orkg/s1600/lake%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628637853355099394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAtNSiwTTS0/ThzwTkqMRQI/AAAAAAAAENM/sirfW77orkg/s400/lake%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was mine and Randy's turn. We have never gotten to ride together, so that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLIxPJ7Ns2g/ThzwTDqd4cI/AAAAAAAAENE/mh6fGjCPH9c/s1600/aronsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628637844497883586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLIxPJ7Ns2g/ThzwTDqd4cI/AAAAAAAAENE/mh6fGjCPH9c/s400/aronsons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to get Alex and Caitlin situated for their turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-De1JVUcwNBE/ThzvZYTFmnI/AAAAAAAAEM8/o4kIDa4G0kQ/s1600/lake%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628636853604555378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-De1JVUcwNBE/ThzvZYTFmnI/AAAAAAAAEM8/o4kIDa4G0kQ/s400/lake%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin then rode with Todd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1sCtero2fo/ThzvZOVCqlI/AAAAAAAAEM0/2kLOFUojI20/s1600/lake%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628636850928396882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D1sCtero2fo/ThzvZOVCqlI/AAAAAAAAEM0/2kLOFUojI20/s400/lake%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FiNaLlY...the 2 little boys got their chance to ride. They were a little scared, so they took a slow ride around the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aivd3G4M9gM/ThzvYxuqxCI/AAAAAAAAEMs/hK7MfKqMp9E/s1600/lake%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628636843251254306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aivd3G4M9gM/ThzvYxuqxCI/AAAAAAAAEMs/hK7MfKqMp9E/s400/lake%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My future model!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq6sVXWZ-J0/ThzvYt7BotI/AAAAAAAAEMk/BgVMxFJO0CE/s1600/lake%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628636842229342930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq6sVXWZ-J0/ThzvYt7BotI/AAAAAAAAEMk/BgVMxFJO0CE/s400/lake%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finally got Laura in the tube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that riding and tubing on the lake, we were STARVING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ywcTSYTNj-Y/ThzvYDx6yEI/AAAAAAAAEMc/s8K5tC32Kl8/s1600/lake%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628636830916855874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ywcTSYTNj-Y/ThzvYDx6yEI/AAAAAAAAEMc/s8K5tC32Kl8/s400/lake%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we docked next to Todd and Laura's campsite for a delicious meal of hot dogs and hamburgers. Todd did a wonderful job with the grilling, or we were just really, really hungry because they were wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was an awesome way to spend a Summer Saturday! &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-3737840714601296602?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3737840714601296602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=3737840714601296602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3737840714601296602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3737840714601296602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/awesome-way-to-spend-summer-saturday.html' title='Awesome Way to Spend a Summer Saturday'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NswjgL-lJmc/ThzwVGszZcI/AAAAAAAAENc/bU7xncjx7A4/s72-c/lake%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-8452452948282802548</id><published>2011-07-11T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:34:18.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Braves Win! Braves Win!</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite summertime memories from growing up is my Daddy taking us to see the Atlanta Braves at Fulton County Stadium in Atlanta. Randy and I used to go to games about once a summer BK (before kids) including the 1991 National League Clincher Game. It has been harder for us to go lately especially since both of our kids are old enough to be involved in things and have their own schedules. But one of the reasons for our Atlanta Road Trip was to take the kids to a Braves game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bkzMOl6RTw/Thta-F7wEOI/AAAAAAAAELs/nJEF-Em_hX4/s1600/Turner_Field.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628192182120747234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bkzMOl6RTw/Thta-F7wEOI/AAAAAAAAELs/nJEF-Em_hX4/s400/Turner_Field.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The front entrance is so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb_r_UCDMwk/Thta-BWoP9I/AAAAAAAAELk/m-RCZfX9HQY/s1600/atlanta%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628192180891303890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb_r_UCDMwk/Thta-BWoP9I/AAAAAAAAELk/m-RCZfX9HQY/s400/atlanta%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing in front of one of the many BIG baseballs at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCPIrk2n98I/ThtakPUO7CI/AAAAAAAAELc/OcUvk-xqeEk/s1600/atlanta%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628191737962753058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCPIrk2n98I/ThtakPUO7CI/AAAAAAAAELc/OcUvk-xqeEk/s400/atlanta%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got to the park early enough to see Batting Practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4JSUje3pgw/Thtajh_A8LI/AAAAAAAAELU/7UuOtO3e80Q/s1600/atlanta%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628191725794160818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4JSUje3pgw/Thtajh_A8LI/AAAAAAAAELU/7UuOtO3e80Q/s400/atlanta%2B042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And in case you don't know...this is Terry Pendleton who is now a coach for the Braves but used to be one of my favorite players when he played 3rd base for the Braves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i2VrS0-rIL0/ThtajWxwFpI/AAAAAAAAELM/jjKiP2cRO6M/s1600/atlanta%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628191722785740434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i2VrS0-rIL0/ThtajWxwFpI/AAAAAAAAELM/jjKiP2cRO6M/s400/atlanta%2B043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two of their great pitchers warming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdeiNYw1u54/Thtai_SvpgI/AAAAAAAAELE/vtAIxMUl3bc/s1600/atlanta%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628191716481672706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TdeiNYw1u54/Thtai_SvpgI/AAAAAAAAELE/vtAIxMUl3bc/s400/atlanta%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the players, Jonny Venters, even came over and autographed Harrison's T-ball game ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdY420vZldg/ThtaitTXHLI/AAAAAAAAEK8/o85TUo2ntk8/s1600/atlanta%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628191711652420786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdY420vZldg/ThtaitTXHLI/AAAAAAAAEK8/o85TUo2ntk8/s400/atlanta%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was soooooo excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually got another pitcher, Brandon Beachy, to come over to the fence and autograph his ball as well. However, my camera's batteries picked that exact moment to quit working! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!! But we have our memories to remember that fun day at the Braves game. Just know we had a lot of fun...hot fun...but lots of fun!&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/1063169908735929313-8452452948282802548?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8452452948282802548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=8452452948282802548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8452452948282802548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8452452948282802548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/braves-win-braves-win.html' title='Braves Win! Braves Win!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bkzMOl6RTw/Thta-F7wEOI/AAAAAAAAELs/nJEF-Em_hX4/s72-c/Turner_Field.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-6355621301051130509</id><published>2011-07-09T12:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T12:26:10.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Thing We Ever Ate~Atlanta</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you've ever seen this show on Food Network:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--VQDatXAB2A/ThiMdNKwMzI/AAAAAAAAEK0/W0CTGvKAQQc/s1600/best%2Bthing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627402167778292530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--VQDatXAB2A/ThiMdNKwMzI/AAAAAAAAEK0/W0CTGvKAQQc/s400/best%2Bthing.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but we watch it ALL. THE. TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;The celebrity chefs tell what their favorite food is at different restaurants. They put the food in categories such as barbecue, desserts, chocolate, chicken, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day about 8 month ago, Caitlin and I were sitting on the couch watching this favorite show of ours when the category was barbecue. We were excited because who doesn't love some good barbecue?!? One of the restaurants happened to be in Atlanta and looked soooooooo very good! Caitlin wrote the name of the restaurant down (Daddy D'z Barbecue Joynt) and put it on our refrigerator to remember for our next trip to Atlanta. She would point to it about once a month and say, "When are we gonna go to Atlanta and go to that restaurant?" So we knew once we planned a road trip to Atlanta this summer that we needed and wanted to visit this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;We put the adddress in our GPS, and found it very easily. And let me tell you....it did not disappoint!!! It was the best pulled pork and ribs we have ever eaten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_BkKYpQ9Is/ThiMcb_28_I/AAAAAAAAEKs/-IPHdhdz7rM/s1600/atlanta%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627402154579260402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_BkKYpQ9Is/ThiMcb_28_I/AAAAAAAAEKs/-IPHdhdz7rM/s400/atlanta%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the evidence!&lt;br /&gt;We told our waitress about seeing their restaurant on the Food Network and Caitlin writing the name of it down, and she was so impressed that she got the owner out of the back to come see us. He was so nice and gave Caitlin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UEPd67lDYM/ThiMcKky9wI/AAAAAAAAEKk/PvJPkBXSpf8/s1600/atlanta%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627402149902350082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UEPd67lDYM/ThiMcKky9wI/AAAAAAAAEKk/PvJPkBXSpf8/s400/atlanta%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a big, huge cookie! (She's getting to the point where I embarrass her with all the pictures I take!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a fun experience, and I would definitely recommend Daddy D'z Barbecue Joynt if you are ever in downtown Atlanta!&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/1063169908735929313-6355621301051130509?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6355621301051130509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=6355621301051130509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6355621301051130509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6355621301051130509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/best-thing-we-ever-ateatlanta.html' title='The Best Thing We Ever Ate~Atlanta'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--VQDatXAB2A/ThiMdNKwMzI/AAAAAAAAEK0/W0CTGvKAQQc/s72-c/best%2Bthing.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-6033234368357616386</id><published>2011-07-09T09:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T09:19:58.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Years of Six Flags</title><content type='html'>A few months after Randy and I started dating (October, 1991), some friends asked us if we wanted to go to Six Flags for the day while they were still open for the season. We, of course, jumped at the chance for a fun-filled day with friends, and off we went. While there, we took turns in the Photo Booth so I have photographic evidence of our time there together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2ab40P-XpU/Thhh_kEr-pI/AAAAAAAAEKc/9ovl4J6V2_Y/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627355479042423442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2ab40P-XpU/Thhh_kEr-pI/AAAAAAAAEKc/9ovl4J6V2_Y/s400/IMG_0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't we look young?!?&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 10 years to June, 2001 when we took our first little road trip after Caitlin was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SMkgpPharYM/Thhh_Wm7xvI/AAAAAAAAEKU/3mlDo0yMYOM/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627355475427968754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SMkgpPharYM/Thhh_Wm7xvI/AAAAAAAAEKU/3mlDo0yMYOM/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had to find that same photo booth to recreate our first picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then....fast forward to July, 2011 to our latest little road trip to Six Flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4WsI7hX-hnE/Thhh_GdhKOI/AAAAAAAAEKM/OtyRaq1SIe8/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627355471093508322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4WsI7hX-hnE/Thhh_GdhKOI/AAAAAAAAEKM/OtyRaq1SIe8/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We couldn't find a photo booth anywhere, and after asking around, imagine our surprise when we were told they don't have them anymore!!! So we had to settle with this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe that I have been with Randy for 20 whole years, but I wouldn't change a thing about any of them!!!&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/1063169908735929313-6033234368357616386?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6033234368357616386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=6033234368357616386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6033234368357616386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6033234368357616386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/20-years-of-six-flags.html' title='20 Years of Six Flags'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2ab40P-XpU/Thhh_kEr-pI/AAAAAAAAEKc/9ovl4J6V2_Y/s72-c/IMG_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-8852712825499713833</id><published>2011-07-09T08:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T09:09:33.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Flags Family Fun</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, we got up very, very early and jumped in the car for a little road trip to Atlanta. We got there in time to open the doors of Six Flags, one of mine and Randy's favorite places to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2DE9OHCPiY/ThheIdTJfwI/AAAAAAAAEKE/byv8e4W3e7s/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627351233796341506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2DE9OHCPiY/ThheIdTJfwI/AAAAAAAAEKE/byv8e4W3e7s/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We just walked through the gates and are looking forward to all the roller coasters we are going to ride. No, wait...that's only Randy who's doing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqJFvZEIkgY/ThhdVVSKqcI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/TZsQPswtCsM/s1600/atlanta%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627350355471411650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqJFvZEIkgY/ThhdVVSKqcI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/TZsQPswtCsM/s400/atlanta%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin and Harrison got to meet Daffy Duck. Thanks to DirecTV, these two have been introduced to all the old Looney Tunes cartoons we used to watch when we were growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9SEYF5o0Zs/ThhdVD-I0II/AAAAAAAAEJ0/j5o2eqC7K5A/s1600/atlanta%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627350350824001666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9SEYF5o0Zs/ThhdVD-I0II/AAAAAAAAEJ0/j5o2eqC7K5A/s400/atlanta%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first ride...Monster Plantation. Harrison was scared the entire time. Can you tell?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dpUkswGpCw8/ThhdU-IFFMI/AAAAAAAAEJs/DLqDyqoNthw/s1600/atlanta%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627350349255087298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dpUkswGpCw8/ThhdU-IFFMI/AAAAAAAAEJs/DLqDyqoNthw/s400/atlanta%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we let the kids ride some rides in Bug Bunny World while Randy was off to ride things like Goliath, Dare Devil Dive, and Batman. Don't those sound tame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uc0yhTlI44w/ThhdUgZPRtI/AAAAAAAAEJk/ESTlJpWmueY/s1600/atlanta%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627350341273994962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uc0yhTlI44w/ThhdUgZPRtI/AAAAAAAAEJk/ESTlJpWmueY/s400/atlanta%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pirate ship swings were a big hit! Harrison must have ridden them 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETG07ixx9HQ/ThhW9hany_I/AAAAAAAAEJU/0xTIEQv5jIU/s1600/atlanta%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627343349341473778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETG07ixx9HQ/ThhW9hany_I/AAAAAAAAEJU/0xTIEQv5jIU/s400/atlanta%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He also loved the airplanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snXLnnE4y3o/ThhW77dD7qI/AAAAAAAAEJE/U2tnlPIlWc8/s1600/atlanta%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627343321971289762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snXLnnE4y3o/ThhW77dD7qI/AAAAAAAAEJE/U2tnlPIlWc8/s400/atlanta%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the Rockin' Tug Boat was fun for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bC8EvcL-6fo/ThhW7f4QdBI/AAAAAAAAEI8/t73Bxd8m7oY/s1600/atlanta%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627343314569163794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bC8EvcL-6fo/ThhW7f4QdBI/AAAAAAAAEI8/t73Bxd8m7oY/s400/atlanta%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look!! I now have Superman and Wonder Woman inhabiting my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-up0feeukEMU/ThhW7NoLJQI/AAAAAAAAEI0/oFGk5lkqci4/s1600/atlanta%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627343309669868802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-up0feeukEMU/ThhW7NoLJQI/AAAAAAAAEI0/oFGk5lkqci4/s400/atlanta%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to get a picture with Speedy Gonzalez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were a little hot after all this fun, so we stepped into the Crystal Pistol Palace to catch a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fD1EuRXqTJQ/ThhVRAONK4I/AAAAAAAAEIs/Op8dnjyWp14/s1600/atlanta%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627341485005155202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fD1EuRXqTJQ/ThhVRAONK4I/AAAAAAAAEIs/Op8dnjyWp14/s400/atlanta%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was right up Caitlin's alley with all the singing and dancing they did. Her dream is to become a professional dancer, so we wanted to show her that she could get a dancing job at an amusement park during college to help build her resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKBfUy1BdS4/ThhVQzdqgYI/AAAAAAAAEIk/dKR1px4Frqw/s1600/atlanta%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627341481580331394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKBfUy1BdS4/ThhVQzdqgYI/AAAAAAAAEIk/dKR1px4Frqw/s400/atlanta%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin abolutely LoVeD the swings! I have never been a big fan of them because I am scared of heights, so I was a little nervous when she rode them over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zChznY_jR7M/ThhVPscPFWI/AAAAAAAAEIc/ZAe6vnXyoiU/s1600/atlanta%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627341462515422562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zChznY_jR7M/ThhVPscPFWI/AAAAAAAAEIc/ZAe6vnXyoiU/s400/atlanta%2B029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then all rode the Log Flumes which was a great way to cool off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaZloNsXDKk/ThhVPWzLJGI/AAAAAAAAEIU/Da0vkDjt4lE/s1600/atlanta%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627341456706053218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaZloNsXDKk/ThhVPWzLJGI/AAAAAAAAEIU/Da0vkDjt4lE/s400/atlanta%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison and I made our way to the Kids' Play Area while Caitlin and Daddy rode Thunder River. While there, Mr. Magic set up his cart and performed a show called "The Magic of Science." Harrison even volunteered for the magnet demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oIOhBpPM2L8/ThhVPHDFJ0I/AAAAAAAAEIM/DAbF-uVmg6E/s1600/atlanta%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627341452477802306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oIOhBpPM2L8/ThhVPHDFJ0I/AAAAAAAAEIM/DAbF-uVmg6E/s400/atlanta%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, the three of us rode the Wile E. Coyote roller coaster which was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though it was a hot day, we had a blast! I'm so glad we can show our kids the fun things we used to do when we were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-8852712825499713833?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8852712825499713833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=8852712825499713833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8852712825499713833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8852712825499713833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/six-flags-family-fun.html' title='Six Flags Family Fun'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2DE9OHCPiY/ThheIdTJfwI/AAAAAAAAEKE/byv8e4W3e7s/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-5780166589322210150</id><published>2011-07-05T20:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T05:01:06.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun on the Fourth!</title><content type='html'>For our 4th of July celebration, we went to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Awm1lQScHtA/ThO_naWYFdI/AAAAAAAAEIE/FxJ8mWsdyGQ/s1600/bodyimage-information.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626051043324859858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Awm1lQScHtA/ThO_naWYFdI/AAAAAAAAEIE/FxJ8mWsdyGQ/s400/bodyimage-information.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridge Street. They put on a fantastic fireworks show each year, and it gets better each year that we go.&lt;br /&gt;Before the fireworks started, we spent some time in the Kids Area so that Caitlin and Harrison could play to burn off some of their energy. As we were waiting in the lines for the kids to be able to play, we ran into some of our friends who were also there: the Gjesvolds, the Owens, and the Schmitts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-raTQsAbO8YU/ThO-5N4vZOI/AAAAAAAAEH8/CrA_URm1RNo/s1600/4th%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626050249705350370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-raTQsAbO8YU/ThO-5N4vZOI/AAAAAAAAEH8/CrA_URm1RNo/s400/4th%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were several inflatables like this obstacle course that they had fun on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5Wemby15ks/ThO-4h2dKlI/AAAAAAAAEH0/3MsXSZRg7dk/s1600/4th%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626050237884607058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C5Wemby15ks/ThO-4h2dKlI/AAAAAAAAEH0/3MsXSZRg7dk/s400/4th%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was also a big slide that they had a good time going on. Too bad this picture is so blurry, but they were moving so very fast for my little camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then found a good spot to watch the fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3kaN8cg6t8/ThO-4c_31TI/AAAAAAAAEHs/uNd-hiJwV0U/s1600/4th%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626050236581926194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3kaN8cg6t8/ThO-4c_31TI/AAAAAAAAEHs/uNd-hiJwV0U/s400/4th%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 2 Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIds78HGaaQ/ThO-3SCtY2I/AAAAAAAAEHk/DlkKecasSzg/s1600/4th%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626050216461165410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIds78HGaaQ/ThO-3SCtY2I/AAAAAAAAEHk/DlkKecasSzg/s400/4th%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sweet girl&lt;br /&gt;We sat and waited on our friends, the Waggoners, to finish eating and come join us on the grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0mih-N96dQ/ThO-3CRJulI/AAAAAAAAEHc/tcpTa2zh4KM/s1600/4th%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626050212226775634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0mih-N96dQ/ThO-3CRJulI/AAAAAAAAEHc/tcpTa2zh4KM/s400/4th%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids were having a good time together. I like this picture of all of them, but I love this next picture even more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KgN4vnqNMg/ThO9kKAEAqI/AAAAAAAAEHU/dzIhh8m_CEU/s1600/4th%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626048788373439138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KgN4vnqNMg/ThO9kKAEAqI/AAAAAAAAEHU/dzIhh8m_CEU/s400/4th%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that silly face Grayson has!! Can you tell how much fun they have together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbRJUemfj9Y/ThO9jdGSZZI/AAAAAAAAEHM/2qsRsOuw8FY/s1600/4th%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626048776319952274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbRJUemfj9Y/ThO9jdGSZZI/AAAAAAAAEHM/2qsRsOuw8FY/s400/4th%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my Sweetie 20 years later after our First Date on July 4, 1991!&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for the show!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8Hbo4LN5u0/ThO9i3DpoSI/AAAAAAAAEHE/MmjprnwDA1M/s1600/4th%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626048766108344610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8Hbo4LN5u0/ThO9i3DpoSI/AAAAAAAAEHE/MmjprnwDA1M/s400/4th%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_rcN-SPQAQ/ThO9iudWZeI/AAAAAAAAEG8/1jbGIXF5D5Y/s1600/4th%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626048763800217058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_rcN-SPQAQ/ThO9iudWZeI/AAAAAAAAEG8/1jbGIXF5D5Y/s400/4th%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you see the red heart? It amazes me how they can make shapes and pictures with the fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTqRx0db_Zs/ThO9iIWczRI/AAAAAAAAEG0/fOt09ro9I-g/s1600/4th%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626048753570729234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTqRx0db_Zs/ThO9iIWczRI/AAAAAAAAEG0/fOt09ro9I-g/s400/4th%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally...me and Meredith as we were getting ready to wait in the long line of traffic to exit Bridge Street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun 4th of July, and I am so thankful that we can celebrate our country's birthday with friends and fireworks.&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/1063169908735929313-5780166589322210150?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5780166589322210150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=5780166589322210150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5780166589322210150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5780166589322210150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Fun on the Fourth!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Awm1lQScHtA/ThO_naWYFdI/AAAAAAAAEIE/FxJ8mWsdyGQ/s72-c/bodyimage-information.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-2773376934514719107</id><published>2011-07-05T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:34:47.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aunt Dana!</title><content type='html'>My sister (Aunt Dana) had another birthday over the holiday weekend. To celebrate, we took her out to eat and gave her presents. We always have fun when we're together and share a lot of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bzucj8uXo-o/ThO6ksA5JcI/AAAAAAAAEGs/39r-6ziGzrA/s1600/4th%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626045498968843714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bzucj8uXo-o/ThO6ksA5JcI/AAAAAAAAEGs/39r-6ziGzrA/s400/4th%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Birthday Girl with her sweet daughter after we finished eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NofdW8kzxpE/ThO6kInuV-I/AAAAAAAAEGk/KrGWsvuQI3c/s1600/4th%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626045489468037090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NofdW8kzxpE/ThO6kInuV-I/AAAAAAAAEGk/KrGWsvuQI3c/s400/4th%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cousins altogether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy ??? Birthday Dana!!&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/1063169908735929313-2773376934514719107?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2773376934514719107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=2773376934514719107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2773376934514719107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2773376934514719107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-aunt-dana.html' title='Happy Birthday Aunt Dana!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bzucj8uXo-o/ThO6ksA5JcI/AAAAAAAAEGs/39r-6ziGzrA/s72-c/4th%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-883495217910364980</id><published>2011-07-04T11:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T11:28:02.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I {Heart} CVS!!</title><content type='html'>I walked into CVS this morning with a $20.00 bill and lots of coupons (including Extra Care Bucks). I walked out with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ei0aT12fnd0/ThHpbpsyTTI/AAAAAAAAEGc/YOSSa6SGX0k/s1600/cvs%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625534070821899570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ei0aT12fnd0/ThHpbpsyTTI/AAAAAAAAEGc/YOSSa6SGX0k/s400/cvs%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and $15.51 in change!!!! That means I only spent $4.49 for it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me some time to get this "couponing" thing down pat, but I am finally making some progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-883495217910364980?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/883495217910364980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=883495217910364980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/883495217910364980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/883495217910364980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-heart-cvs.html' title='I {Heart} CVS!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ei0aT12fnd0/ThHpbpsyTTI/AAAAAAAAEGc/YOSSa6SGX0k/s72-c/cvs%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-3859086244378456581</id><published>2011-07-04T07:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T07:57:34.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Life Gives You Lemons...</title><content type='html'>have a lemonade stand!!&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Caitlin and Harrison made plans with the Waggoner kids next door to have a lemonade stand in their driveway to make a little spending money. Caitlin and Harrison sold water bottles and popsicles while Rush, Grayson, and Shelby sold lemonade and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49vfv9qJNPc/ThG3yynA7uI/AAAAAAAAEGU/TbRY-ZROP6E/s1600/lemonade%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625479492769214178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49vfv9qJNPc/ThG3yynA7uI/AAAAAAAAEGU/TbRY-ZROP6E/s400/lemonade%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were making a nice little profit, when who should stop by?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHQBBES4S-M/ThG3yn-MuOI/AAAAAAAAEGM/c7hSOn5D-OI/s1600/lemonade%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625479489913665762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHQBBES4S-M/ThG3yn-MuOI/AAAAAAAAEGM/c7hSOn5D-OI/s400/lemonade%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our local heroes from Fire Station #1!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89xPsai69R8/ThG3yeDYlGI/AAAAAAAAEGE/CF4AGpH0nC4/s1600/lemonade%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625479487251059810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89xPsai69R8/ThG3yeDYlGI/AAAAAAAAEGE/CF4AGpH0nC4/s400/lemonade%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so exciting for them to drive up in their great, big fire truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZX18-h2doM/ThG3xwiFETI/AAAAAAAAEF8/ELntD8QObRE/s1600/lemonade%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625479475031773490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZX18-h2doM/ThG3xwiFETI/AAAAAAAAEF8/ELntD8QObRE/s400/lemonade%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the firemen were very generous. They also gave the kids junior fire department stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the highlight of the kids' day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-3859086244378456581?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3859086244378456581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=3859086244378456581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3859086244378456581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3859086244378456581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='When Life Gives You Lemons...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49vfv9qJNPc/ThG3yynA7uI/AAAAAAAAEGU/TbRY-ZROP6E/s72-c/lemonade%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-2046906892855012779</id><published>2011-06-28T20:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:42:46.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long, Long Time Ago</title><content type='html'>20 years ago today, I had the most life-changing night of my life--although I didn't know it at the time.&lt;br /&gt;20 years ago today, I met the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQT2xVokVwE/TgqBHvLLfHI/AAAAAAAAEF0/fLFQEG_2VU0/s1600/IMG_NEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623449054647909490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQT2xVokVwE/TgqBHvLLfHI/AAAAAAAAEF0/fLFQEG_2VU0/s400/IMG_NEW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *This was us a few days later on a group date to the bowling alley.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been home from a trip out West for about a week when my friend, Kim, decided that I absolutely, positively had to meet these new guys she had met while I was out of town. I told her no, I just didn't feel like doing anything that night. Well luckily for me, she came over to my house, picked out clothes for me to wear, and dragged me out the door to have a good time. We drove to UAH to hear a band play, and as we were walking up to the building she saw them getting out of their car. She introduced me to Joe, Marcus, Calvin, and most importantly, Randy. I thought it was going to be extremely awkward meeting these new guys, but it wasn't AT ALL! Randy and I hit it off immediately and talked and laughed instead of listening to the band. We ended up going to his friend, Marcus' house to play pool and continued our conversation there. From that night on, we were inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so very thankful to Kim for dragging me out of the house that summer night! But I really cannot believe that it has been 20 whole years since that fateful night!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-2046906892855012779?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2046906892855012779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=2046906892855012779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2046906892855012779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2046906892855012779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/06/long-long-time-ago.html' title='A Long, Long Time Ago'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQT2xVokVwE/TgqBHvLLfHI/AAAAAAAAEF0/fLFQEG_2VU0/s72-c/IMG_NEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-5502282745213708858</id><published>2011-06-24T17:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T17:10:39.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS FUN!</title><content type='html'>We have been enjoying Vacation Bible School this week at our church, or should I say that 2 of us have been enjoying it?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLI7xPrPBis/TgUJexIIJ0I/AAAAAAAAEFs/c5SxT1B4DL8/s1600/summerfun11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621910134030083906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLI7xPrPBis/TgUJexIIJ0I/AAAAAAAAEFs/c5SxT1B4DL8/s400/summerfun11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Actually she was annoyed with me for wanting to take "another" picture of them. She has been the first one ready to go each morning to get to Summer Explosion. (The 5th-8th graders get to experience a different VBS than the standard one consisting of crafts, snacks, games, etc. They worship together, then break off into their small groups for a devotion, then go to their activity. There are lots of activities to choose from including dance, board games, art, photography, golf, soccer, capture the flag, and cake decorating. Caitlin chose cake decorating this year and came home with a full-size cake today decorated by her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was honored to be Harrison's Crew Leader this week which has been a lot of fun. We have learned a lot about the "Big Jungle" this week, and I have received lots and lots of hugs and kisses from my favorite boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love VBS week and volunteering for it each year, but I am so happy it is over so that we don't have to get up quite so early each day next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-5502282745213708858?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5502282745213708858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=5502282745213708858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5502282745213708858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/5502282745213708858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/06/vbs-fun.html' title='VBS FUN!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gLI7xPrPBis/TgUJexIIJ0I/AAAAAAAAEFs/c5SxT1B4DL8/s72-c/summerfun11%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-1236373171521910611</id><published>2011-06-24T06:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T06:42:55.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun!!</title><content type='html'>We invited two of Caitlin's best friends over on Thursday and decided to take them out on the boat at the last minute. We weren't sure the weather would cooperate, but the sun started shining about noon so off we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yD0iJ71Um4k/TgR112vsMnI/AAAAAAAAEFk/L7jjMz1tqwk/s1600/summerfun11%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621747802954281586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yD0iJ71Um4k/TgR112vsMnI/AAAAAAAAEFk/L7jjMz1tqwk/s400/summerfun11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin, Sarah, and Madelyn&lt;br /&gt;They have all been friends since they were just tiny babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sU0IOx3AVXE/TgR11kk5FmI/AAAAAAAAEFc/la5Adpx7Lmg/s1600/summerfun11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621747798077150818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sU0IOx3AVXE/TgR11kk5FmI/AAAAAAAAEFc/la5Adpx7Lmg/s400/summerfun11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My funny boy had to make sure his picture was taken too. He had as much fun as the girls playing in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prVAIiVXaY4/TgR11TVINpI/AAAAAAAAEFU/xUfS_OnNnjA/s1600/summerfun11%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621747793447630482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-prVAIiVXaY4/TgR11TVINpI/AAAAAAAAEFU/xUfS_OnNnjA/s400/summerfun11%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy did a little fishing, but since there were 3 screamers with us it was hard to find anything else in the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrQ42Vt7HYk/TgR11LahXxI/AAAAAAAAEFM/k8zUh-QXxQk/s1600/summerfun11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621747791322767122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrQ42Vt7HYk/TgR11LahXxI/AAAAAAAAEFM/k8zUh-QXxQk/s400/summerfun11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison made a few jumps off the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WlRi3C7jmdI/TgR0ycmWJYI/AAAAAAAAEFE/dN0vel5nz40/s1600/summerfun11%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621746644884530562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WlRi3C7jmdI/TgR0ycmWJYI/AAAAAAAAEFE/dN0vel5nz40/s400/summerfun11%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so did the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVQMx9TvuIg/TgR0yNFyHlI/AAAAAAAAEE8/enir0NVwza4/s1600/summerfun11%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621746640721419858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVQMx9TvuIg/TgR0yNFyHlI/AAAAAAAAEE8/enir0NVwza4/s400/summerfun11%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madelyn said they were enjoying their "Spa Day" here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSwMvMkkuhY/TgR0x3SNmXI/AAAAAAAAEE0/dP5sdxOxG7Q/s1600/summerfun11%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621746634867972466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSwMvMkkuhY/TgR0x3SNmXI/AAAAAAAAEE0/dP5sdxOxG7Q/s400/summerfun11%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-11Incj6QU/TgR0xorUcnI/AAAAAAAAEEs/VbEzu4X2OFs/s1600/summerfun11%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621746630946746994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-11Incj6QU/TgR0xorUcnI/AAAAAAAAEEs/VbEzu4X2OFs/s400/summerfun11%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls tried to ride on the tube (Doesn't Caitlin look so excited?!?). Unfortunately it didn't work so well on this trip. The red cover has gotten a hole in it, so as the boat was pulling it along water started rushing into the bottom of the tube. The girls got facefuls of water, and then the water pushed the tube out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzzWFj-nFyQ/TgR0xTuf8vI/AAAAAAAAEEk/M1bV1cmYPGk/s1600/summerfun11%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621746625322939122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzzWFj-nFyQ/TgR0xTuf8vI/AAAAAAAAEEk/M1bV1cmYPGk/s400/summerfun11%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We still had fun playing on the tube though. And we had a great time with friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-1236373171521910611?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1236373171521910611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=1236373171521910611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1236373171521910611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1236373171521910611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yD0iJ71Um4k/TgR112vsMnI/AAAAAAAAEFk/L7jjMz1tqwk/s72-c/summerfun11%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-6425367777654919280</id><published>2011-06-24T05:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T05:51:39.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>We had a terrific Father's Day! We started our day by presenting Daddy with his presents and a small breakfast. Then it was off to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFxs-VaRPJo/TgRpTyIrZjI/AAAAAAAAEEc/SfC4pU1oiO8/s1600/fathersday11%2B101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621734023461824050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFxs-VaRPJo/TgRpTyIrZjI/AAAAAAAAEEc/SfC4pU1oiO8/s400/fathersday11%2B101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wonderful husband who is such a great Daddy to these two precious children! I am very, very blessed to have him.&lt;br /&gt;After church we grilled out for our Father's Day lunch. Randy's parents (Grandmother and Grandaddy) joined us so we could celebrate with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSWSjDqjDKg/TgRpTQL8xaI/AAAAAAAAEEU/2sJHvgXSWqg/s1600/fathersday11%2B103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621734014348740002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pSWSjDqjDKg/TgRpTQL8xaI/AAAAAAAAEEU/2sJHvgXSWqg/s400/fathersday11%2B103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin and Harrison set the table, and Harrison made place cards for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1J-Bhysf2A/TgRpTF9UMVI/AAAAAAAAEEM/zd_xFH635sg/s1600/fathersday11%2B105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621734011603005778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1J-Bhysf2A/TgRpTF9UMVI/AAAAAAAAEEM/zd_xFH635sg/s400/fathersday11%2B105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 Generations of Hollingsworths: Grandaddy, Daddy, and Harrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rested for awhile, then ran some necessary errands together. And miracle of all miracles...there was absolutely NO fighting from the backseat!! Randy said that was the best present we could have given him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met my family for dinner after that, but I have no pictures because my camera somehow got left at home. It could be "someone" planned that because he does not like having his picture taken. Hmmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;It was great getting to celebrate all the fathers in my life--my Daddy, my Father-in-law, and the very best husband who is Daddy to my sweet children--all on the same day! We are extremely lucky to be so close to them. &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/1063169908735929313-6425367777654919280?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6425367777654919280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=6425367777654919280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6425367777654919280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6425367777654919280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day-celebration.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Celebration'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFxs-VaRPJo/TgRpTyIrZjI/AAAAAAAAEEc/SfC4pU1oiO8/s72-c/fathersday11%2B101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-3295522867977675841</id><published>2011-06-22T15:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:59:54.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, we had our last birthday celebration of 2011 at Jump-To-It here in Madison. It's new, and we've never been there. But as soon as Harrison toured the place a few weeks ago, he just knew he wanted his party there. It's a building filled with 4-5 inflatables and a party room. They also have a Parent Room with recliners, a big screen TV, and computers so the parents can chill out while the kids run around like crazy--and that is exactly what Harrison and his party guests did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUAB5pELWdw/TgJTWS2ZMdI/AAAAAAAAEEE/XET5RYCiKqc/s1600/fathersday11%2B065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621146927394009554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUAB5pELWdw/TgJTWS2ZMdI/AAAAAAAAEEE/XET5RYCiKqc/s400/fathersday11%2B065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was saying, "I'm the king of the world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VAfMsBxP1pE/TgJTWBtvMVI/AAAAAAAAED8/AAbzomNw0Ss/s1600/fathersday11%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621146922794299730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VAfMsBxP1pE/TgJTWBtvMVI/AAAAAAAAED8/AAbzomNw0Ss/s400/fathersday11%2B061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he and Alex are playing inflatable Skee-ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQU1jYeRUjU/TgJScKQLKMI/AAAAAAAAED0/jQm6UqDVIXM/s1600/fathersday11%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621145928653809858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQU1jYeRUjU/TgJScKQLKMI/AAAAAAAAED0/jQm6UqDVIXM/s400/fathersday11%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy tried his hand at it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EpzomL45uVc/TgJSbkLHRSI/AAAAAAAAEDs/YKNZCR2Ndfs/s1600/fathersday11%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621145918432036130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EpzomL45uVc/TgJSbkLHRSI/AAAAAAAAEDs/YKNZCR2Ndfs/s400/fathersday11%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dylan and Bryce got in the boxing ring together. This is so funny to me because these guys are neighbors and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu-86Dtz_wo/TgJSbP7_EDI/AAAAAAAAEDk/Dqs-kmT_QPA/s1600/fathersday11%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621145912999874610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gu-86Dtz_wo/TgJSbP7_EDI/AAAAAAAAEDk/Dqs-kmT_QPA/s400/fathersday11%2B050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, Caitlin and Taylor had to get a few rounds in also! Randy said he and I needed to get in there to get some tension out (more about that later!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1W8yk39tX1k/TgJSa8CGN-I/AAAAAAAAEDc/ARVKCa0bF6s/s1600/fathersday11%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621145907656800226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1W8yk39tX1k/TgJSa8CGN-I/AAAAAAAAEDc/ARVKCa0bF6s/s400/fathersday11%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison and his buddy from school, Casey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svIOrKoLPzk/TgJSag829pI/AAAAAAAAEDU/g4T3j5UbsIY/s1600/fathersday11%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621145900387071634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svIOrKoLPzk/TgJSag829pI/AAAAAAAAEDU/g4T3j5UbsIY/s400/fathersday11%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison, Alex, and Evan loved hitting the ball off the tee to see where the ball would hit in the inflatable. This was perfect since Harrison had a lot of his T-ball friends at his party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OFyR-K0QTXU/TgJRMqt2FyI/AAAAAAAAEDM/jYGV07rz5QY/s1600/fathersday11%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621144562978658082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OFyR-K0QTXU/TgJRMqt2FyI/AAAAAAAAEDM/jYGV07rz5QY/s400/fathersday11%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison and his oldest friend, Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-su-tw3TZG04/TgJRL3Gb7-I/AAAAAAAAEDE/9eZ3UrcW1eU/s1600/fathersday11%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621144549123157986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-su-tw3TZG04/TgJRL3Gb7-I/AAAAAAAAEDE/9eZ3UrcW1eU/s400/fathersday11%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One hot and sweaty boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsa03Z-49vY/TgJRLPE6F7I/AAAAAAAAEC8/9ZdUi8mL1Zg/s1600/fathersday11%2B073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621144538379327410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsa03Z-49vY/TgJRLPE6F7I/AAAAAAAAEC8/9ZdUi8mL1Zg/s400/fathersday11%2B073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CJ and Harrison took a time-out at the end of the obstacle course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that playing, it was time to sit down for the rest of the birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vvQ-dThwWIk/TgJRKor14rI/AAAAAAAAEC0/YbAYraeH1wQ/s1600/fathersday11%2B074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621144528073646770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vvQ-dThwWIk/TgJRKor14rI/AAAAAAAAEC0/YbAYraeH1wQ/s400/fathersday11%2B074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First came pizza and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UgqxT_JnMio/TgJRKfuyiaI/AAAAAAAAECs/ywF18d2dW6Q/s1600/fathersday11%2B075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621144525670091170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UgqxT_JnMio/TgJRKfuyiaI/AAAAAAAAECs/ywF18d2dW6Q/s400/fathersday11%2B075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of the party guests--Bryce, Dylan, Evan, Casey, Harrison, CJ, Erin, Calli, and Kylie. Alex, Taylor, and Caitlin didn't make it into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTlKpSIFy7g/TgJP1z_BVpI/AAAAAAAAECk/WNF-qr3Zk9I/s1600/fathersday11%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621143070817998482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTlKpSIFy7g/TgJP1z_BVpI/AAAAAAAAECk/WNF-qr3Zk9I/s400/fathersday11%2B079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was cake time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can now tell a funny story about this cake, however it wasn't too funny when it happened. When Harrison told me he wanted a Lego Indiana Jones birthday party, I researched cakes online. I found this cute cupcake one and got up early Saturday morning to make it. Well as I was holding it in my lap on the way to the party, we turned out of our subdivision and 7 of the cupcakes fell off the tray right into my lap and the floorboard of the car!! I screamed at Randy (because I thought he turned way too fast!), and we turned around to go back home so I could change shirts and fix the cupcakes. Luckily I made extras! So that is why Randy said we needed to get out some tension in the boxing ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0YdU8ScBCs/TgJP1Y0nkTI/AAAAAAAAECc/I5I56dc2-Eg/s1600/fathersday11%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621143063526609202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0YdU8ScBCs/TgJP1Y0nkTI/AAAAAAAAECc/I5I56dc2-Eg/s400/fathersday11%2B082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Harrison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFk_pm9OQhI/TgJP06tt6WI/AAAAAAAAECU/0Jim9mpU2Yc/s1600/fathersday11%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621143055444601186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFk_pm9OQhI/TgJP06tt6WI/AAAAAAAAECU/0Jim9mpU2Yc/s400/fathersday11%2B087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next it was Present Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUeQLiK_Qcw/TgJP0oADw9I/AAAAAAAAECM/qN-TjeTeNa8/s1600/fathersday11%2B095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621143050421257170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUeQLiK_Qcw/TgJP0oADw9I/AAAAAAAAECM/qN-TjeTeNa8/s400/fathersday11%2B095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he got lots of Legos plus a rubber snake just like in the Indiana Jones game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuBEUVbwl2g/TgJP0e4a8VI/AAAAAAAAECE/cfoZ0okScd4/s1600/fathersday11%2B099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621143047973302610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuBEUVbwl2g/TgJP0e4a8VI/AAAAAAAAECE/cfoZ0okScd4/s400/fathersday11%2B099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look who came to the party--Ma-Ma and Pa-Pa!&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at Harrison's party, and I'm so happy his friends got to come play and celebrate Harrison's birthday with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-3295522867977675841?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3295522867977675841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=3295522867977675841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3295522867977675841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3295522867977675841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-last-birthday-celebration.html' title='One Last Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUAB5pELWdw/TgJTWS2ZMdI/AAAAAAAAEEE/XET5RYCiKqc/s72-c/fathersday11%2B065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-2407713814812253774</id><published>2011-06-17T07:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T08:24:05.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrison's Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Harrison's 6th Birthday on Thursday, June 16 doing all the things he wanted to do. When he woke up Thursday morning, he told us he wanted to go see this movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11XxgAcZu5I/TftRwG132TI/AAAAAAAAEB8/jIy_r6__QKE/s1600/hop-movie-trailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619174846986967346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11XxgAcZu5I/TftRwG132TI/AAAAAAAAEB8/jIy_r6__QKE/s400/hop-movie-trailer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully it was at the Dollar Movie Theatre. Caitlin wasn't too thrilled with that movie choice, so she picked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9iacB3J40As/TftRvwUQrHI/AAAAAAAAEB0/PtLjjn_69Rw/s1600/soul-surfer-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619174840940407922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9iacB3J40As/TftRvwUQrHI/AAAAAAAAEB0/PtLjjn_69Rw/s400/soul-surfer-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the 2 girls. I don't think I can tell you how much I LoVeD this movie!! It was clean (no cuss words or intimate scenes) and had such an inspirational theme throughout. This is one movie we will definitely buy when it is released!&lt;br /&gt;So then Harrison told us he wanted to go out for breakfast. Because of that, we went ahead and let him open his presents from us before we left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CsTO2H-wDH8/TftQIuLLozI/AAAAAAAAEBs/zhJlBnYZQWQ/s1600/birthdays2011%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619173070838932274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CsTO2H-wDH8/TftQIuLLozI/AAAAAAAAEBs/zhJlBnYZQWQ/s400/birthdays2011%2B026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was so excited to see what was in those packages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V4z9C53w15g/TftQIbEHJlI/AAAAAAAAEBk/uSDBJNTzX4M/s1600/birthdays2011%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619173065709004370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V4z9C53w15g/TftQIbEHJlI/AAAAAAAAEBk/uSDBJNTzX4M/s400/birthdays2011%2B029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And lo and behold...he got the exact DS video game he has been asking for--Lego Star Wars III!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22oE-eWMbv8/TftQIKj579I/AAAAAAAAEBc/pHQbrwtcDTQ/s1600/birthdays2011%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619173061278953426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-22oE-eWMbv8/TftQIKj579I/AAAAAAAAEBc/pHQbrwtcDTQ/s400/birthdays2011%2B032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He also got a wand from Universal Studios from his sister. He wanted one just like her, so this made his day!&lt;br /&gt;We then all got dressed, and guess where we went?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnru53MMunI/TftQHudp6HI/AAAAAAAAEBU/M0wVLPXRwck/s1600/birthdays2011%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619173053736544370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnru53MMunI/TftQHudp6HI/AAAAAAAAEBU/M0wVLPXRwck/s400/birthdays2011%2B034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Krispy Kreme!! (My kids love doughnuts, can you tell? Or maybe it's that we don't get them that often.) The sweet lady working the counter gave Harrison a hat, balloon, and a free chocolate sprinkled doughnut because it was his birthday. He was beyond excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then we got a visit from Grandmother and Grandaddy who came over to spread some more birthday cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRcncl6IiAg/TftNlLAh4EI/AAAAAAAAEBM/vwNK0nYZttM/s1600/birthdays2011%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619170261080334402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRcncl6IiAg/TftNlLAh4EI/AAAAAAAAEBM/vwNK0nYZttM/s400/birthdays2011%2B037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also brought presents--clothes and $50! He's thinking about what to spend that money on.&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the Dollar Movies and enjoyed our popcorn and Cokes. When we got home, we changed clothes and went to celebrate some more at Bridge Street. While there, I snapped some pictures of my sweet birthday children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgZtnd3Kg2k/TftNk9Q2KBI/AAAAAAAAEBE/uXCyQYjoDNE/s1600/birthdays2011%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619170257390675986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgZtnd3Kg2k/TftNk9Q2KBI/AAAAAAAAEBE/uXCyQYjoDNE/s400/birthdays2011%2B042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-InkvX2_FeWI/TftNkmy6FZI/AAAAAAAAEA8/s_tN0voDKRQ/s1600/birthdays2011%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619170251359524242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-InkvX2_FeWI/TftNkmy6FZI/AAAAAAAAEA8/s_tN0voDKRQ/s400/birthdays2011%2B044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWMQMq7NVi4/TftNkXUgplI/AAAAAAAAEA0/h-hclt2jtH8/s1600/birthdays2011%2B047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619170247205496402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWMQMq7NVi4/TftNkXUgplI/AAAAAAAAEA0/h-hclt2jtH8/s400/birthdays2011%2B047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Harrison! I hope you enjoyed your day as much as I did!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-2407713814812253774?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2407713814812253774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=2407713814812253774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2407713814812253774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2407713814812253774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/06/harrisons-birthday-celebration.html' title='Harrison&apos;s Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11XxgAcZu5I/TftRwG132TI/AAAAAAAAEB8/jIy_r6__QKE/s72-c/hop-movie-trailer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-231389284291988520</id><published>2011-06-17T07:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T07:44:52.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caitlin's Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>Caitlin celebrated her 11th birthday on Wednesday, June 15 ALL. DAY. LONG! It was a fun day, though, that I am so grateful I get to share with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-baEwLn9nLpE/TftIi0zDf3I/AAAAAAAAEAk/-J5TiyR5A84/s1600/birthdays2011%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619164723200360306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-baEwLn9nLpE/TftIi0zDf3I/AAAAAAAAEAk/-J5TiyR5A84/s320/birthdays2011%2B011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started the morning off with a birthday doughnut from Donut Palace. That is her favorite place to get doughnuts, so off Daddy went bright and early to get her requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwbaPPxPSpw/TftIiruGApI/AAAAAAAAEAc/3vi3rGtY50o/s1600/birthdays2011%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619164720763634322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwbaPPxPSpw/TftIiruGApI/AAAAAAAAEAc/3vi3rGtY50o/s320/birthdays2011%2B013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We sang "Happy Birthday" to her and watched her blow out her doughnut candle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was on to the presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSe4DUBljS4/TftIifIBnnI/AAAAAAAAEAU/Sl1j8H-unFs/s1600/birthdays2011%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619164717382737522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSe4DUBljS4/TftIifIBnnI/AAAAAAAAEAU/Sl1j8H-unFs/s320/birthdays2011%2B015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have I mentioned that the Reading Bug has bitten Caitlin? Well she has been asking for the book, &lt;em&gt;Heaven is For Real&lt;/em&gt; by Todd Burpo, for a few weeks now, so I grabbed it up in our church's bookstore for her. She has already read about half of it and loves the story. I can't wait to read it when she's done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4oAdFW9dpTA/TftIiG42wnI/AAAAAAAAEAM/9jfk3SJeO6M/s1600/birthdays2011%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619164710876660338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4oAdFW9dpTA/TftIiG42wnI/AAAAAAAAEAM/9jfk3SJeO6M/s320/birthdays2011%2B016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loved her present from her little brother--a cupcake charm for her Brighton bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHC7emORMPE/TftHfS0P3rI/AAAAAAAAEAE/KgWAXL77sK0/s1600/birthdays2011%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619163563027324594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHC7emORMPE/TftHfS0P3rI/AAAAAAAAEAE/KgWAXL77sK0/s320/birthdays2011%2B017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her Daddy and I also added some charms to her collection as well--a dangly "C" and 2 daisy spacers. Just what she wanted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHCx8Xg4xZ8/TftHfGiSgMI/AAAAAAAAD_8/2h02byypzt8/s1600/birthdays2011%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619163559730774210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHCx8Xg4xZ8/TftHfGiSgMI/AAAAAAAAD_8/2h02byypzt8/s320/birthdays2011%2B018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our annual picture of us with the Birthday Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Too bad our photographer was on a sugar-high from his doughnut and couldn't keep the camera still!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night we met up with my family for her birthday dinner at Bonefish Grill (my girl has some good taste in food!). Even though we were stuffed from so much delicious seafood, the waitress still presented her with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1mGdtp6NCL4/TftHe34xZHI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oxORsH_OArE/s1600/birthdays2011%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619163555798541426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1mGdtp6NCL4/TftHe34xZHI/AAAAAAAAD_0/oxORsH_OArE/s320/birthdays2011%2B020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a birthday ice cream brownie! It was so big that all the kids got to sample it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RbTgmC09cpo/TftHeltr8DI/AAAAAAAAD_s/4TbvkLsGGUM/s1600/birthdays2011%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619163550920208434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RbTgmC09cpo/TftHeltr8DI/AAAAAAAAD_s/4TbvkLsGGUM/s320/birthdays2011%2B023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone who was there except Scott (he had already left for work at FedEx) and me (I was taking the picture).&lt;br /&gt;Front Row: Daniel, Stephanie, Caitlin, Harrison&lt;br /&gt;Back Row: Pa-Pa, Dana, Ma-Ma, Randy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, of course, we had to walk down to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2IuJDG0lJ2g/TftHeQz5psI/AAAAAAAAD_k/KlJD7LlpNys/s1600/birthdays2011%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619163545309128386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2IuJDG0lJ2g/TftHeQz5psI/AAAAAAAAD_k/KlJD7LlpNys/s320/birthdays2011%2B024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yogurt Twist to get a little frozen yogurt. Thank goodness this place is way on the other side of town! Otherwise we would be paying them lots of visits this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as you can see, we had a fun but busy birthday with Caitlin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-231389284291988520?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/231389284291988520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=231389284291988520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/231389284291988520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/231389284291988520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/06/caitlins-birthday-celebration.html' title='Caitlin&apos;s Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-baEwLn9nLpE/TftIi0zDf3I/AAAAAAAAEAk/-J5TiyR5A84/s72-c/birthdays2011%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-2084057140558607169</id><published>2011-06-17T07:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T07:18:32.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Boat Fun!</title><content type='html'>On Monday of this week (before all the birthday celebrations), we headed out on our boat for a little family fun. It was so hot that we had to cool off somehow! Here are a few snapshots of what we did on our fun afternoon together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbEt5o_E9V8/TftE-q5fydI/AAAAAAAAD_c/WtkdkfAxpm4/s1600/birthdays2011%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619160803532851666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbEt5o_E9V8/TftE-q5fydI/AAAAAAAAD_c/WtkdkfAxpm4/s320/birthdays2011%2B001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caitlin right before she and I hopped in the tube and went for a wild ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkEQSqOff7o/TftE-OsIbWI/AAAAAAAAD_U/uwKLFYzHelE/s1600/birthdays2011%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619160795960601954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkEQSqOff7o/TftE-OsIbWI/AAAAAAAAD_U/uwKLFYzHelE/s320/birthdays2011%2B003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swimming with my then five-year-old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWIsL-I0Qsk/TftE97jJt6I/AAAAAAAAD_M/o1cRjZP4XNQ/s1600/birthdays2011%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619160790822664098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWIsL-I0Qsk/TftE97jJt6I/AAAAAAAAD_M/o1cRjZP4XNQ/s320/birthdays2011%2B004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently the Reading Bug has bit Caitlin, and she can't put her books away, even on the boat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yAhhij_2wk/TftE9ilSxAI/AAAAAAAAD_E/fpHi7qMtZr4/s1600/birthdays2011%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619160784120759298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yAhhij_2wk/TftE9ilSxAI/AAAAAAAAD_E/fpHi7qMtZr4/s320/birthdays2011%2B005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little fishing was done while the kids swam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNq8Jg3mnJU/TftE9UTQKEI/AAAAAAAAD-8/HLh_BHg2EPE/s1600/birthdays2011%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619160780286994498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNq8Jg3mnJU/TftE9UTQKEI/AAAAAAAAD-8/HLh_BHg2EPE/s320/birthdays2011%2B007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he caught a little one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I was not a supporter of the whole "boat-buying" thing, I am so happy we now have it so we can spend some good family time together.&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/1063169908735929313-2084057140558607169?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2084057140558607169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=2084057140558607169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2084057140558607169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2084057140558607169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-boat-fun.html' title='Some Boat Fun!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbEt5o_E9V8/TftE-q5fydI/AAAAAAAAD_c/WtkdkfAxpm4/s72-c/birthdays2011%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-7196370137173415672</id><published>2011-06-16T07:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:07:10.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! My Baby Boy is 6 Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCL-ectcmr0/Tfn-7g_lwuI/AAAAAAAAD-0/vSIT3T2uutU/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618802308543791842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCL-ectcmr0/Tfn-7g_lwuI/AAAAAAAAD-0/vSIT3T2uutU/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 6th Birthday Harrison!&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed that you are this old already! It seems like just yesterday I was holding this baby in my arms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0xz6TMzStPo/Tfn-7AVQq5I/AAAAAAAAD-s/n6kzfPtUBCk/s1600/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618802299776314258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0xz6TMzStPo/Tfn-7AVQq5I/AAAAAAAAD-s/n6kzfPtUBCk/s320/IMG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or playing with this sweet little thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmS7rYrEtOA/Tfn-6nJ6DfI/AAAAAAAAD-k/2zaD1o_5Re0/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618802293017808370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmS7rYrEtOA/Tfn-6nJ6DfI/AAAAAAAAD-k/2zaD1o_5Re0/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are truly a blessing to our family, and I have loved watching every minute of your 6 years. You are the sweetest little boy ever, and sometimes I could just eat you up! I love that you love everyone around you so much, and that you so easily give out hugs and kisses. I love your energy and happiness, and I hope you stay this way as you continue to grow throughout your life.&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy birthday, Harrison!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you more than chocolate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy&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/1063169908735929313-7196370137173415672?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7196370137173415672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=7196370137173415672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7196370137173415672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7196370137173415672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/06/wow-my-baby-boy-is-6-today.html' title='Wow! My Baby Boy is 6 Today!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCL-ectcmr0/Tfn-7g_lwuI/AAAAAAAAD-0/vSIT3T2uutU/s72-c/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-6252358371656876491</id><published>2011-06-15T07:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T07:30:15.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Girl is Turning 11!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJBdZnHCWQ0/Tfij3Y6tmtI/AAAAAAAAD-c/Tq37Ml52qcg/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618420707121535698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJBdZnHCWQ0/Tfij3Y6tmtI/AAAAAAAAD-c/Tq37Ml52qcg/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Caitlin!&lt;br /&gt;You are such a sweet and caring girl who has such compassion in your heart for everyone. Your Daddy and I are so incredibly proud of you and of who you are becoming. Enjoy this year--your last elementary school year--and all it has to offer. I just can't believe you have grown into such a beautiful young lady and that it is your 11th birthday! All I can think of is how much you enjoyed your 1st birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2i6tPl6RQI/Tfij23VeO1I/AAAAAAAAD-U/FOMk2yVP5UU/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618420698106968914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2i6tPl6RQI/Tfij23VeO1I/AAAAAAAAD-U/FOMk2yVP5UU/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how cute you were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDspkpQAGtE/Tfij2uj3WbI/AAAAAAAAD-M/tdlUbCqQmVY/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618420695751416242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDspkpQAGtE/Tfij2uj3WbI/AAAAAAAAD-M/tdlUbCqQmVY/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And look how simple your toys were--Winnie the Pooh blocks, puzzles, stuffed animals, dolls, and a few clothes thrown into the mix--and you were set. Now we're buying mostly clothes, charms for your Brighton bracelet, iTunes gift cards, books, and just plain ole money. But I sure wouldn't change a thing! I have absolutely loved sharing this growing-up journey with you, and I am super excited to watch you finish maturing into the lovely Christian lady I know you will be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you have a wonderful birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&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/1063169908735929313-6252358371656876491?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6252358371656876491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=6252358371656876491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6252358371656876491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6252358371656876491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-baby-girl-is-turning-11.html' title='My Baby Girl is Turning 11!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJBdZnHCWQ0/Tfij3Y6tmtI/AAAAAAAAD-c/Tq37Ml52qcg/s72-c/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-8143974761911858950</id><published>2011-06-12T16:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:58:38.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogie Shoes</title><content type='html'>We had Caitlin's 11th Birthday Party on Friday night here at home. (I can't believe I just typed the number 11!) She asked several months ago if she could have a Disco Dance Party, and since that is right up her Daddy's alley, we of course said yes. We spent most of the week hanging disco balls, streamers, and speakers. Her Daddy made this great playlist of "groovy" 70's dance songs along with popular songs that the girls would know and could dance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xeF3VvOHIEE/TfU0PS47A4I/AAAAAAAAD-E/yOrPCvhJsmw/s1600/Caitlins11thparty%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617453547587830658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xeF3VvOHIEE/TfU0PS47A4I/AAAAAAAAD-E/yOrPCvhJsmw/s320/Caitlins11thparty%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fabulous birthday girl herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JP2mS_a0SZM/TfU0O1gWn1I/AAAAAAAAD98/rJWJ9ekT71A/s1600/Caitlins11thparty%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617453539700154194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JP2mS_a0SZM/TfU0O1gWn1I/AAAAAAAAD98/rJWJ9ekT71A/s320/Caitlins11thparty%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what my upstairs bonus room looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KlaWHgDDx4M/TfU0OSbJhsI/AAAAAAAAD90/SHY21M-v7_4/s1600/Caitlins11thparty%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617453530283083458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KlaWHgDDx4M/TfU0OSbJhsI/AAAAAAAAD90/SHY21M-v7_4/s320/Caitlins11thparty%2B043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And these were the dancing girls. I think they had a good time because they were tired when their parents picked them up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After working up an appetite with all that dancing, the girls came downstairs to munch on some snacks and eat birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2vZ7D6ZliM/TfU0OLv3-hI/AAAAAAAAD9s/oct2Mpidr0A/s1600/Caitlins11thparty%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617453528490965522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2vZ7D6ZliM/TfU0OLv3-hI/AAAAAAAAD9s/oct2Mpidr0A/s320/Caitlins11thparty%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We found the design online, and Caitlin fell in love with it! Thankfully, after she and I made the cake and covered it with fondant, we had it decorated by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1sEsfYbt_o/TfUzGkYwceI/AAAAAAAAD9k/qoZroF-gBXk/s1600/Caitlins11thparty%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617452298154308066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1sEsfYbt_o/TfUzGkYwceI/AAAAAAAAD9k/qoZroF-gBXk/s320/Caitlins11thparty%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy! He spent a lot of time getting it to look "just right."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was present time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KtRdWl4EHuQ/TfUzGPvGN2I/AAAAAAAAD9c/Nr2t0eo18lA/s1600/Caitlins11thparty%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617452292610864994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KtRdWl4EHuQ/TfUzGPvGN2I/AAAAAAAAD9c/Nr2t0eo18lA/s320/Caitlins11thparty%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She got lots of girly presents like nail polish and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2txeh4db9A/TfUzFe_xsII/AAAAAAAAD9U/i99YttITc0Q/s1600/Caitlins11thparty%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617452279527485570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2txeh4db9A/TfUzFe_xsII/AAAAAAAAD9U/i99YttITc0Q/s320/Caitlins11thparty%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gift cards! That way she gets to go shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlZJXDWoxiU/TfUzFNkdn6I/AAAAAAAAD9M/Wzc8qVaV8ww/s1600/Caitlins11thparty%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617452274849521570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlZJXDWoxiU/TfUzFNkdn6I/AAAAAAAAD9M/Wzc8qVaV8ww/s320/Caitlins11thparty%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her sweet friends who came to the party: Madelyn, Taylor, Stephanie, Caitlin, Shanna, Rebekah, Marcha, Kayla, Sarah, and Kailee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NcJcVrWr_zQ/TfUzEgG5T9I/AAAAAAAAD9E/m2dIH3z2cxc/s1600/Caitlins11thparty%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617452262645911506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NcJcVrWr_zQ/TfUzEgG5T9I/AAAAAAAAD9E/m2dIH3z2cxc/s320/Caitlins11thparty%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And they had to do a "silly" picture too!&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/1063169908735929313-8143974761911858950?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8143974761911858950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=8143974761911858950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8143974761911858950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8143974761911858950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/06/boogie-shoes.html' title='Boogie Shoes'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xeF3VvOHIEE/TfU0PS47A4I/AAAAAAAAD-E/yOrPCvhJsmw/s72-c/Caitlins11thparty%2B055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-8993446249767629299</id><published>2011-06-05T20:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:56:39.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of My Favorite Places on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-05jJCX-mA/TewuSyaUVTI/AAAAAAAAD88/yM_ioyF223U/s1600/beach2011%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614913735728846130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-05jJCX-mA/TewuSyaUVTI/AAAAAAAAD88/yM_ioyF223U/s320/beach2011%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got back Saturday night from one of the greatest places on Earth--the beach! We left last Friday afternoon just as soon as I signed out at school and could hurry home. Randy already had the car packed (thank goodness!), so we hopped in and drove off into the sunset. Well, just to Montgomery. Then on Saturday morning we headed to the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxATBBOq4d0/TewuSqRfokI/AAAAAAAAD80/q3w0ep3y8H8/s1600/beach2011%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614913733544354370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GxATBBOq4d0/TewuSqRfokI/AAAAAAAAD80/q3w0ep3y8H8/s320/beach2011%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with these two lovely ladies (Shannon and Laura) and their families. We quickly changed into swimsuits and literally ran onto the sand! We've been looking forward to this vacation since the cold, cold snow fell in January, so we were more than ready for those blue skies, sugar-white sand, and cold, salty water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIJJw-eCTtY/TewuSWuRRxI/AAAAAAAAD8s/VK5bqXJvdcA/s1600/beach2011%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614913728296339218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIJJw-eCTtY/TewuSWuRRxI/AAAAAAAAD8s/VK5bqXJvdcA/s320/beach2011%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Randy waded out to stick his fishing pole in the sea and look what he caught! We got so spoiled by getting to eat fresh Gulf seafood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xeKgcXH9jDo/TewuSCSA_eI/AAAAAAAAD8k/bwigFtjHpOo/s1600/beach2011%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614913722809122274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xeKgcXH9jDo/TewuSCSA_eI/AAAAAAAAD8k/bwigFtjHpOo/s320/beach2011%2B026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sweetie as he took a break from all that fishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always have so much fun with our friends, and this trip was no different. We declared the 2nd night there to be "Redneck Night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fK5mN5N3-s/TewuRzUYTwI/AAAAAAAAD8c/1bSAUGWXPkE/s1600/beach2011%2B040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614913718792507138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fK5mN5N3-s/TewuRzUYTwI/AAAAAAAAD8c/1bSAUGWXPkE/s320/beach2011%2B040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thus the cowboy hats, tank tops, and jean shorts were broken out! Plus we grilled hot dogs and hamburgers and listened to country music all night. Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXPqeu2Za3w/TewtO5Dlx9I/AAAAAAAAD8U/JmfH7Brab2w/s1600/beach2011%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614912569281464274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXPqeu2Za3w/TewtO5Dlx9I/AAAAAAAAD8U/JmfH7Brab2w/s320/beach2011%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely loved spending time with my beautiful baby girl and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69rfWsfqtsI/TewtORB9zxI/AAAAAAAAD8M/pOx8-ohBSRA/s1600/beach2011%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614912558537232146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69rfWsfqtsI/TewtORB9zxI/AAAAAAAAD8M/pOx8-ohBSRA/s320/beach2011%2B049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my handsome baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XUuetP9mPY/TewtN9IIviI/AAAAAAAAD8E/OiInpGqxw6o/s1600/beach2011%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614912553194405410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XUuetP9mPY/TewtN9IIviI/AAAAAAAAD8E/OiInpGqxw6o/s320/beach2011%2B050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had to take a trip to the "Shark Store" and take the kids' annual picture in front of the shark.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for us, we had noticed this the day we arrived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_4uAc5j0KM/TewtNq5Q89I/AAAAAAAAD78/Q7GM1QugIO8/s1600/beach2011%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614912548300190674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_4uAc5j0KM/TewtNq5Q89I/AAAAAAAAD78/Q7GM1QugIO8/s320/beach2011%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a sea turtle nest, because our 4th day down there one of the fisherman caught this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qoIE5i2z4k/TewtNVJCiHI/AAAAAAAAD70/lKu3zXIwxN4/s1600/beach2011%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614912542460774514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qoIE5i2z4k/TewtNVJCiHI/AAAAAAAAD70/lKu3zXIwxN4/s320/beach2011%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; an endangered Kemps-Ridley sea turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A78-EL3jZEk/Tewr-MCgqxI/AAAAAAAAD7s/pwODZrik2UA/s1600/beach2011%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614911182807804690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A78-EL3jZEk/Tewr-MCgqxI/AAAAAAAAD7s/pwODZrik2UA/s320/beach2011%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; None of the fisherman could get the hook out without endangering their fingers in that powerful snout, so we called the Sea Turtle Rescue Organization. They told us to cover the turtle with a towel to keep it cool until they could get out there. It took about 20 minutes for a Sea Turtle expert to arrive, and I got to hold the sea turtle the entire time we were waiting! It was so cool!! "Mr. Sea Turtle" scanned him for a tag, told us what kind he was and how old, then took him off to the Gulfarium to get that hook removed. It was very exciting and educational to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8w7MKw6Acc/Tewr959M3rI/AAAAAAAAD7k/G6msT1lUDJ8/s1600/beach2011%2B085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614911177953697458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8w7MKw6Acc/Tewr959M3rI/AAAAAAAAD7k/G6msT1lUDJ8/s320/beach2011%2B085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day, Harrison and I decided to dig a hole and bury treasure in it for the girls to find.&lt;br /&gt;That night we went out to eat at Gulf Shores Steamer restaurant--one of our favorites down there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNYYl5_hTmw/Tewr9Vn6DsI/AAAAAAAAD7c/kF_kHxmq7tU/s1600/beach2011%2B094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614911168200707778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNYYl5_hTmw/Tewr9Vn6DsI/AAAAAAAAD7c/kF_kHxmq7tU/s320/beach2011%2B094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xowEXgxnz1s/Tewr814XHwI/AAAAAAAAD7U/KO1_NBpj-ZA/s1600/beach2011%2B093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614911159679786754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xowEXgxnz1s/Tewr814XHwI/AAAAAAAAD7U/KO1_NBpj-ZA/s320/beach2011%2B093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I'm pretty fond of this family as well!&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were visited by this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02RpsD7y7wg/Tewr8g-9LeI/AAAAAAAAD7M/fw9bDhaPlFQ/s1600/beach2011%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614911154070302178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02RpsD7y7wg/Tewr8g-9LeI/AAAAAAAAD7M/fw9bDhaPlFQ/s320/beach2011%2B098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a heron. We all thought he was pretty cool, especially...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yx9_oNd8Tt0/Tewqebz25PI/AAAAAAAAD7E/FOpTfaYi9f4/s1600/beach2011%2B099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614909537773872370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yx9_oNd8Tt0/Tewqebz25PI/AAAAAAAAD7E/FOpTfaYi9f4/s320/beach2011%2B099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison who chased him every time he would get out of the water. It was really funny to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STtHUODiZXQ/Tewqd-bBERI/AAAAAAAAD68/-ya8Hovkmmc/s1600/beach2011%2B103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614909529885053202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STtHUODiZXQ/Tewqd-bBERI/AAAAAAAAD68/-ya8Hovkmmc/s320/beach2011%2B103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But there was more playing in the water than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlMnI8AdN-o/TewqdQHRmxI/AAAAAAAAD60/EeES6UQ1ZkY/s1600/beach2011%2B111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614909517454220050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlMnI8AdN-o/TewqdQHRmxI/AAAAAAAAD60/EeES6UQ1ZkY/s320/beach2011%2B111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As for Shannon and me...we just hung out like the beach bums we wish we were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HB5mmm-Ohlw/TewqdJQQykI/AAAAAAAAD6s/fwrlZ1tsHuc/s1600/beach2011%2B102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614909515612867138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HB5mmm-Ohlw/TewqdJQQykI/AAAAAAAAD6s/fwrlZ1tsHuc/s320/beach2011%2B102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet family had the greatest time at the beach, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUIYSX4eBII/TewqczkDXEI/AAAAAAAAD6k/xvr6Lcudk8A/s1600/beach2011%2B114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614909509790293058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUIYSX4eBII/TewqczkDXEI/AAAAAAAAD6k/xvr6Lcudk8A/s320/beach2011%2B114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we left our mark until we return next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1063169908735929313-8993446249767629299?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8993446249767629299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=8993446249767629299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8993446249767629299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8993446249767629299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-of-my-favorite-places-on-earth.html' title='One of My Favorite Places on Earth'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-05jJCX-mA/TewuSyaUVTI/AAAAAAAAD88/yM_ioyF223U/s72-c/beach2011%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-628854237255362889</id><published>2011-06-05T10:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T10:10:52.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>We just got back last night from one of the most wonderful places on Earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQyWkRVcIQU/Teub9XF2EQI/AAAAAAAAD6c/2jzcxJUGDnI/s1600/June%2B16%2B132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614752838920311042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQyWkRVcIQU/Teub9XF2EQI/AAAAAAAAD6c/2jzcxJUGDnI/s320/June%2B16%2B132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gulf Shores, Alabama!!! Actually we stayed in Fort Morgan which is just down the road from Gulf Shores and had the BEST time. I'll post more pics later just to show you how much fun we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-628854237255362889?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/628854237255362889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=628854237255362889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/628854237255362889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/628854237255362889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/06/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQyWkRVcIQU/Teub9XF2EQI/AAAAAAAAD6c/2jzcxJUGDnI/s72-c/June%2B16%2B132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-3240205495403257375</id><published>2011-05-26T04:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T04:46:44.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Day Fun</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, Harrison had Field Day at his school. It was cloudy in the morning, but then it turned sunny for the afternoon activities. It ended up being a perfect day for Field Day because it wasn't too hot or too cold. He got to participate in so many fun activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxd9tehsxls/Td4fmwWWFhI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/x4-vZXm1F8c/s1600/field%2Bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610956936424330770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxd9tehsxls/Td4fmwWWFhI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/x4-vZXm1F8c/s320/field%2Bday1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is demonstrating the right way to throw a rubber chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xaL2OP9Aysc/Td4fm1rbzBI/AAAAAAAAD6I/ijixR9o6OEQ/s1600/field%2Bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610956937854962706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xaL2OP9Aysc/Td4fm1rbzBI/AAAAAAAAD6I/ijixR9o6OEQ/s320/field%2Bday2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then came the Moon Walkers relay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kTY0fOW9Om8/Td4fmuW0fvI/AAAAAAAAD6A/vIuTo4u8UGE/s1600/field%2Bday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610956935889452786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kTY0fOW9Om8/Td4fmuW0fvI/AAAAAAAAD6A/vIuTo4u8UGE/s320/field%2Bday3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is with his friend, Evan. They are two silly boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHFOP4VJ0Fc/Td4fZzIdW1I/AAAAAAAAD54/93Al0-gi9XA/s1600/field%2Bday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610956713833093970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHFOP4VJ0Fc/Td4fZzIdW1I/AAAAAAAAD54/93Al0-gi9XA/s320/field%2Bday4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He did great in the egg relay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbS62R2OMeo/Td4fZjpl48I/AAAAAAAAD5w/gLV0tZS_qgA/s1600/field%2Bday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610956709677097922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbS62R2OMeo/Td4fZjpl48I/AAAAAAAAD5w/gLV0tZS_qgA/s320/field%2Bday5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inflatable fun was next! I don't know where the socks went!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3O87GnUE1Us/Td4fZIZoNrI/AAAAAAAAD5o/4lxxpUucUEc/s1600/field%2Bday6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610956702362384050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3O87GnUE1Us/Td4fZIZoNrI/AAAAAAAAD5o/4lxxpUucUEc/s320/field%2Bday6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going down the smaller slide with his friend, Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd2xd5SDi9E/Td4fZGIy0JI/AAAAAAAAD5g/NKWfx52hMjg/s1600/field%2Bday7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610956701754904722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd2xd5SDi9E/Td4fZGIy0JI/AAAAAAAAD5g/NKWfx52hMjg/s320/field%2Bday7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They then got to go into the gym to cool off, get a drink, and do the robot to some cool music. Or was that only my son that did the robot?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAgOLLuAkto/Td4fY747pPI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/AkIcqsWis0s/s1600/field%2Bday8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610956699004019954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAgOLLuAkto/Td4fY747pPI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/AkIcqsWis0s/s320/field%2Bday8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He and Evan played a game of Scoops together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get pictures of the 100 yard dash or sack race, but just know that he finished DEAD LAST!!!! But he pushed through and finished both races which made me very proud. I asked him later if it bothered him that he finished after everybody else, and he said, "No." He is my non-competitive child. All he wants is to have fun while participating with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-3240205495403257375?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3240205495403257375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=3240205495403257375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3240205495403257375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3240205495403257375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/05/field-day-fun.html' title='Field Day Fun'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bxd9tehsxls/Td4fmwWWFhI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/x4-vZXm1F8c/s72-c/field%2Bday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-3678360895529699315</id><published>2011-05-26T04:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T04:13:32.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Ball Party</title><content type='html'>Harrison has only 1 game left in the T-ball season, so we went ahead and had their Team Party on Wednesday night. It also worked out to have it then since some of us are headed out on vacation next week for Memorial Day. We met the team at a local Wendy's. The staff was super nice and even cheered after the team got their trophies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFKRICrLpuk/Td4X9xaC77I/AAAAAAAAD5Q/-ct4SUCbD44/s1600/ball%2Bparty%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610948535752257458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFKRICrLpuk/Td4X9xaC77I/AAAAAAAAD5Q/-ct4SUCbD44/s320/ball%2Bparty%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coach Bro was awesome and said some of the best things about each player as he presented their trophy to them. He said that Harrison had a lot of heart and played with a lot of determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqw_NQwWHMo/Td4X9lmsWHI/AAAAAAAAD5I/SxYmvHuBS6g/s1600/ball%2Bparty%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610948532584077426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqw_NQwWHMo/Td4X9lmsWHI/AAAAAAAAD5I/SxYmvHuBS6g/s320/ball%2Bparty%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Proud ballplayer with his trophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mz44M1fxWgY/Td4X9b2fVCI/AAAAAAAAD5A/uRLO2ksaIn4/s1600/ball%2Bparty%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610948529965978658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mz44M1fxWgY/Td4X9b2fVCI/AAAAAAAAD5A/uRLO2ksaIn4/s320/ball%2Bparty%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Look, Caitlin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1COoUCky38/Td4X9BxWjqI/AAAAAAAAD44/Ot_hjQdQL40/s1600/ball%2Bparty%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610948522965110434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1COoUCky38/Td4X9BxWjqI/AAAAAAAAD44/Ot_hjQdQL40/s320/ball%2Bparty%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison and his great coach. Coach Bro and his wife, Kim, even made a slideshow of the season's highlights and gave each boy a copy of it. We were very lucky to get on a team with such a wonderful coach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so proud of you, Harrison. I love to watch you play ball!&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/1063169908735929313-3678360895529699315?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3678360895529699315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=3678360895529699315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3678360895529699315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3678360895529699315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/05/t-ball-party.html' title='T-Ball Party'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFKRICrLpuk/Td4X9xaC77I/AAAAAAAAD5Q/-ct4SUCbD44/s72-c/ball%2Bparty%2B008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-8007706542685432414</id><published>2011-05-26T03:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T04:00:43.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5th Grade Graduate</title><content type='html'>One of the happiest, but saddest days happened for our family on Monday. Caitlin graduated from 5th grade!! I am torn over whether to be so extremely proud of my baby girl and being so sad that she is getting so grown. She is growing up into a beautiful young lady, and it makes me wonder where the time has gone between praying for a baby in 1999 and watching that baby walk across a stage to receive her 5th grade diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toQdC6eTOBM/Td4Tys0IsBI/AAAAAAAAD4w/tY41tOxcypQ/s1600/CAwardsDay%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610943947494436882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toQdC6eTOBM/Td4Tys0IsBI/AAAAAAAAD4w/tY41tOxcypQ/s320/CAwardsDay%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting in line to walk across the stage to get one of her many awards. She received awards for: Student Council, Art, A/B Honor Roll, and Journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FowrgX8MH9c/Td4TyTGIDzI/AAAAAAAAD4o/2YSlPQyThJU/s1600/CAwardsDay%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610943940590571314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FowrgX8MH9c/Td4TyTGIDzI/AAAAAAAAD4o/2YSlPQyThJU/s320/CAwardsDay%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of her many awards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPlkGjkG9JI/Td4TyHhDa9I/AAAAAAAAD4g/XFoI84iNiE4/s1600/CAwardsDay%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610943937482288082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPlkGjkG9JI/Td4TyHhDa9I/AAAAAAAAD4g/XFoI84iNiE4/s320/CAwardsDay%2B013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting her Student Council medal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kNWo4ad0HE/Td4TZ3l6usI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/O6wtPsbMPfA/s1600/CAwardsDay%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610943520890862274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kNWo4ad0HE/Td4TZ3l6usI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/O6wtPsbMPfA/s320/CAwardsDay%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what one little monkey looked like during most of the ceremony. He was very well-behaved and cheered for his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DwxNDZzfyF4/Td4TZTt229I/AAAAAAAAD4Q/qOIBwdERf_U/s1600/CAwardsDay%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610943511260486610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DwxNDZzfyF4/Td4TZTt229I/AAAAAAAAD4Q/qOIBwdERf_U/s320/CAwardsDay%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sitting with her friend, Hannah, in the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWBgsCBdVdI/Td4TZAk-fvI/AAAAAAAAD4I/1mkWgtQ6uZs/s1600/CAwardsDay%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610943506122964722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWBgsCBdVdI/Td4TZAk-fvI/AAAAAAAAD4I/1mkWgtQ6uZs/s320/CAwardsDay%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay! Got her diploma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_tM-cMOFEok/Td4TW5PIY5I/AAAAAAAAD4A/PBPdVp-p3mc/s1600/CAwardsDay%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610943469792551826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_tM-cMOFEok/Td4TW5PIY5I/AAAAAAAAD4A/PBPdVp-p3mc/s320/CAwardsDay%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin and her wonderful teacher, Mrs. Reasner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JFB5OLzrlYw/Td4TWYjwg3I/AAAAAAAAD34/9F0LUAd0FIg/s1600/CAwardsDay%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610943461020697458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JFB5OLzrlYw/Td4TWYjwg3I/AAAAAAAAD34/9F0LUAd0FIg/s320/CAwardsDay%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caitlin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so very proud of all your accomplishments and cannot wait to see what you're going to do in the future. You are such a smart girl who is so caring. You have overcome a lot to get where you are right now, and I am beyond blessed to have you as my daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations Caitlin!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&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/1063169908735929313-8007706542685432414?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8007706542685432414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=8007706542685432414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8007706542685432414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8007706542685432414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-5th-grade-graduate.html' title='My 5th Grade Graduate'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toQdC6eTOBM/Td4Tys0IsBI/AAAAAAAAD4w/tY41tOxcypQ/s72-c/CAwardsDay%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-456435667083355343</id><published>2011-05-23T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:45:10.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Shannon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A3zuF-_szBA/TdsNBAVr-TI/AAAAAAAAD3w/-LF3T3wpYPw/s1600/Dec%2B19%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FW_3X4j-vaQ/TdsM_vZx81I/AAAAAAAAD3o/wih34aW6fSk/s1600/Dec%2B19%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610092050015974226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FW_3X4j-vaQ/TdsM_vZx81I/AAAAAAAAD3o/wih34aW6fSk/s320/Dec%2B19%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know how you have one special friend who will do absolutely anything for you? And you would do the same for her? Well I have a friend like that, and today is her birthday!! I'm not going to say numbers, but it's a big one for her, and she is older than me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Shannon!&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/1063169908735929313-456435667083355343?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/456435667083355343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=456435667083355343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/456435667083355343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/456435667083355343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-shannon.html' title='Happy Birthday Shannon!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FW_3X4j-vaQ/TdsM_vZx81I/AAAAAAAAD3o/wih34aW6fSk/s72-c/Dec%2B19%2B058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-1969112378212570249</id><published>2011-05-23T06:03:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T07:15:32.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, Dance, Dance</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, after Harrison's T-ball game, we had another important event to attend: Caitlin's dance recital--"Movie Night." We have all been looking forward to watching her dance, dance, dance on that big stage at the Von Braun Center. This year was a little bit different because she was in both shows: the Matinee and the Evening. And she had so many supporters there to cheer her on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoF2AExLkCo/TdpIR-3JjgI/AAAAAAAAD3g/5-FTq2nUMIo/s1600/recital%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609875759612661250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoF2AExLkCo/TdpIR-3JjgI/AAAAAAAAD3g/5-FTq2nUMIo/s320/recital%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of her best friends, Taylor, was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVJLhGUugMo/TdpHYmWZsZI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/elyrCyjmW5M/s1600/recital%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609874773780312466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVJLhGUugMo/TdpHYmWZsZI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/elyrCyjmW5M/s320/recital%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ma-Ma and Pa-Pa came to the Matinee show. Caitlin was so excited to see them there. I then had to run her backstage to get her ready for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CK8q85OQ_2w/TdpHYa3t_gI/AAAAAAAAD3I/wZ1yXGUqkAc/s1600/recital%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609874770698829314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CK8q85OQ_2w/TdpHYa3t_gI/AAAAAAAAD3I/wZ1yXGUqkAc/s320/recital%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlin and her dance friend, Kayla, dressed and ready to dance in "Shrek." All the fairy tale characters were in this one. Caitlin was Grumpy the Dwarf, and Kayla was the Queen of Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-27o3trOozQw/TdpHYAEaosI/AAAAAAAAD3A/fVkWd8WdLSc/s1600/recital%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609874763504329410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-27o3trOozQw/TdpHYAEaosI/AAAAAAAAD3A/fVkWd8WdLSc/s320/recital%2B032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are in the middle of the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ULnmuKmMTMU/TdpHYDp8H0I/AAAAAAAAD24/9MlgFlcSGDw/s1600/recital%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609874764467019586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ULnmuKmMTMU/TdpHYDp8H0I/AAAAAAAAD24/9MlgFlcSGDw/s320/recital%2B042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next up was "Star Wars." They were dressed as stormtroopers and danced to the Darth Vader theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duzihoTvrds/TdpHX0ZkjII/AAAAAAAAD2w/YjGEqTPLD8Q/s1600/recital%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609874760371833986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duzihoTvrds/TdpHX0ZkjII/AAAAAAAAD2w/YjGEqTPLD8Q/s320/recital%2B044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then came their ballet dance, "Oklahoma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-De1eAN0-TD4/TdpGNA68mfI/AAAAAAAAD2o/FTfkDo0LDRI/s1600/recital%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609873475242858994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-De1eAN0-TD4/TdpGNA68mfI/AAAAAAAAD2o/FTfkDo0LDRI/s320/recital%2B054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last, was their competition dance, "Hammertime." They performed this one as flawlessly as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8VWKLAmg6_Q/TdpGNEJtZ5I/AAAAAAAAD2g/euuzdSLSwaQ/s1600/recital%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609873476110083986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8VWKLAmg6_Q/TdpGNEJtZ5I/AAAAAAAAD2g/euuzdSLSwaQ/s320/recital%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then Caitlin was eligible to perform in the Finale. The girls have to maintain perfect attendance in order to dance in this one. There were 5 additional movies featured in the Finale. Caitlin danced in "Risky Business: Ol Time Rock 'n Roll."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YY04FW9bNCQ/TdpGMlvDyJI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/4OCZBxd1MUI/s1600/recital%2B075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609873467945240722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YY04FW9bNCQ/TdpGMlvDyJI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/4OCZBxd1MUI/s320/recital%2B075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were so very proud of our star dancer! Her Daddy and I presented her with a charm bracelet that had a ballet slipper already on it. She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UGsjchx2-dI/TdpGMdoyrtI/AAAAAAAAD2I/DY5yX28J4vk/s1600/recital%2B076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609873465771470546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UGsjchx2-dI/TdpGMdoyrtI/AAAAAAAAD2I/DY5yX28J4vk/s320/recital%2B076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her beautiful flowers were courtesy of Grandmother and Grandaddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5G7XtBLz6Y/TdpEXzlmJ2I/AAAAAAAAD2A/28J7o6-VCgM/s1600/recital%2B078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609871461618952034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5G7XtBLz6Y/TdpEXzlmJ2I/AAAAAAAAD2A/28J7o6-VCgM/s320/recital%2B078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We couldn't believe that Ms. Blackwood (a 2nd grade teacher at my school who came to visit us in the hospital when Caitlin was born and has kept up with Caitlin since) came to the recital! She got to see several young ladies perform that she taught or just knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODDBDVDMFeE/TdpEXoHrpKI/AAAAAAAAD14/sKkWFiRvQW4/s1600/recital%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609871458540692642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODDBDVDMFeE/TdpEXoHrpKI/AAAAAAAAD14/sKkWFiRvQW4/s320/recital%2B079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Auntie Laura had to come see her "other" daughter on her big night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Matinee show when all of our family and friends had gone home, Caitlin and I sat down for a picnic supper with our friends, Kayla and her mom, Rhonda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0MJ1J7r8MU/TdpEXfEmRZI/AAAAAAAAD1w/cyQLDCFUpU8/s1600/recital%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609871456111838610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0MJ1J7r8MU/TdpEXfEmRZI/AAAAAAAAD1w/cyQLDCFUpU8/s320/recital%2B082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two pretty dancers just relaxing before the next big show. Thankfully the weather was nice so that we could eat our picnic outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_QYwSnu_7Xw/TdpEXIx10lI/AAAAAAAAD1o/St0aJ1m_qM0/s1600/recital%2B086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609871450127585874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_QYwSnu_7Xw/TdpEXIx10lI/AAAAAAAAD1o/St0aJ1m_qM0/s320/recital%2B086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my beautiful girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of her!! She amazes me with her talent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went back inside the VBC to get her ready for the Evening Show. After touching up her makeup and hair, she got redressed in her first costume, "Shrek." We walked back out to the Concert Hall and guess who we saw??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ae77M2GaL7A/TdpEWwTPjYI/AAAAAAAAD1g/SOMOBjWRmqY/s1600/recital%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609871443556797826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ae77M2GaL7A/TdpEWwTPjYI/AAAAAAAAD1g/SOMOBjWRmqY/s320/recital%2B087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. Weaver, Mrs. Mitchell, and Ms. Kirkland (her First Grade Aunts that I teach with)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was super excited that they came to watch her dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely LoVed both shows and just can't believe the incredible talent my little girl possesses! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-1969112378212570249?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1969112378212570249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=1969112378212570249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1969112378212570249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/1969112378212570249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/05/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance, Dance, Dance'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoF2AExLkCo/TdpIR-3JjgI/AAAAAAAAD3g/5-FTq2nUMIo/s72-c/recital%2B023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-4561742780073690838</id><published>2011-05-23T05:39:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T06:07:37.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Ball</title><content type='html'>Harrison had one of his last T-ball games on Saturday. They played the Marlins and did a great job of batting, fielding, and scoring runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLgrGXfICz4/Tdo9EKQjylI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/Nqa6EtzYhgs/s1600/recital%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609863427525954130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLgrGXfICz4/Tdo9EKQjylI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/Nqa6EtzYhgs/s320/recital%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Harrison was on the pitcher's mound, he made a terrific play of stopping the ball and throwing it to first base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0BPv9eKWyQ/Tdo9EEBVgAI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/P6yVR6F9Rmw/s1600/recital%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609863425851490306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G0BPv9eKWyQ/Tdo9EEBVgAI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/P6yVR6F9Rmw/s320/recital%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At their team meeting after the game, they awarded the game ball to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MREssasEnfA/Tdo9DuHeqTI/AAAAAAAAD1I/R7I-oKugKPU/s1600/recital%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609863419971676466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MREssasEnfA/Tdo9DuHeqTI/AAAAAAAAD1I/R7I-oKugKPU/s320/recital%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison for his great play at the pitcher's mound!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hDhP3lQBYfs/Tdo9DczIgtI/AAAAAAAAD1A/pEv9Y5IHKSg/s1600/recital%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609863415322936018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hDhP3lQBYfs/Tdo9DczIgtI/AAAAAAAAD1A/pEv9Y5IHKSg/s320/recital%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was super excited! (Guess those Snickers bars he eats before each game finally paid off!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIyJeISy-X0/Tdo9DLkhhxI/AAAAAAAAD04/p42HVnptlPE/s1600/recital%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609863410698258194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIyJeISy-X0/Tdo9DLkhhxI/AAAAAAAAD04/p42HVnptlPE/s320/recital%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Super star ballplayer with his game ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of my baby boy! Even though he doesn't always show it, he loves playing T-ball and looks forward to it all year long. Maybe we have a future professional athlete in our midst!&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/1063169908735929313-4561742780073690838?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4561742780073690838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=4561742780073690838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4561742780073690838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4561742780073690838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/05/team-ball.html' title='Game Ball'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLgrGXfICz4/Tdo9EKQjylI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/Nqa6EtzYhgs/s72-c/recital%2B015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-7884651285460862686</id><published>2011-05-21T10:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:16:59.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Graduate</title><content type='html'>What a bittersweet day we had on Thursday!! Harrison graduated from Kindergarten! He is now on his way to being a big First Grader. I just can't believe it!! How we got to this point in time so fast, I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yItIAVVzFGM/TdfjJyIXYvI/AAAAAAAAD0w/iujA2vE2FUg/s1600/May%2B20%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609201618128429810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yItIAVVzFGM/TdfjJyIXYvI/AAAAAAAAD0w/iujA2vE2FUg/s320/May%2B20%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They started their program with a few songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYV-2Xn25_U/TdfjJlZ9cnI/AAAAAAAAD0o/5cAvRSmynkk/s1600/May%2B20%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609201614712566386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYV-2Xn25_U/TdfjJlZ9cnI/AAAAAAAAD0o/5cAvRSmynkk/s320/May%2B20%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they recited a poem about Kindergarten. He and his friend, Makayla, had the first "r" in Kindergarten that said, "R is for reading books all day long." They did such a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vOSU2v1hnp0/TdfjJBzrTyI/AAAAAAAAD0g/ux5yUGgqR4E/s1600/May%2B20%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609201605156753186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vOSU2v1hnp0/TdfjJBzrTyI/AAAAAAAAD0g/ux5yUGgqR4E/s320/May%2B20%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "First Grade here we come!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gicwxCQIL6o/TdfhtY3yzMI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/xFw1AGPYrxY/s1600/May%2B20%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609200030800071874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gicwxCQIL6o/TdfhtY3yzMI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/xFw1AGPYrxY/s320/May%2B20%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A disco song about Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNMQycCdyo4/Tdfhrz1pJ-I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/rwtA-4TgDCQ/s1600/May%2B20%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609200003679070178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNMQycCdyo4/Tdfhrz1pJ-I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/rwtA-4TgDCQ/s320/May%2B20%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they sang "One Small Voice" which made this Mama cry buckets. It was so sweet, and at the end they linked arms. Precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pJ_FOHixLyI/TdfhrjumPiI/AAAAAAAAD0I/J-UipFd1GE0/s1600/May%2B20%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609199999354551842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pJ_FOHixLyI/TdfhrjumPiI/AAAAAAAAD0I/J-UipFd1GE0/s320/May%2B20%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting his diploma from his teacher, Mrs. Terrell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWM-JH46b7U/TdfhrV5_ZVI/AAAAAAAAD0A/Q0kAYhAV_u0/s1600/May%2B20%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609199995644241234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWM-JH46b7U/TdfhrV5_ZVI/AAAAAAAAD0A/Q0kAYhAV_u0/s320/May%2B20%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The proud graduate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mR8WtriBz3M/TdfhrBewwlI/AAAAAAAADz4/4vOpdMoVRmI/s1600/May%2B20%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609199990161326674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mR8WtriBz3M/TdfhrBewwlI/AAAAAAAADz4/4vOpdMoVRmI/s320/May%2B20%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our happy family afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little and complaining about how long it took for my birthday to get here, my mom always told me to wait until I was grown and then time would speed by. Boy, was she right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-7884651285460862686?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7884651285460862686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=7884651285460862686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7884651285460862686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7884651285460862686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/05/kindergarten-graduate.html' title='Kindergarten Graduate'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yItIAVVzFGM/TdfjJyIXYvI/AAAAAAAAD0w/iujA2vE2FUg/s72-c/May%2B20%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-6830424176819414240</id><published>2011-05-16T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:11:09.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always on my Mind</title><content type='html'>May is one of our super-busy months at the Hollingsworth House. It seems as if every.single.night we have something to do whether it be Dance, T-ball, spring football, PTA meeting, church, etc. However through all of the "busyness" this year, I have had something on my mind that I just can't shake: the tornado damage. But this is what I see as I drive to school each and every morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DKR1408tqPs/TdHcn0Eqs0I/AAAAAAAADzw/9czEn3HM8lk/s1600/May%2B3%2B141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607505587604206402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DKR1408tqPs/TdHcn0Eqs0I/AAAAAAAADzw/9czEn3HM8lk/s320/May%2B3%2B141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTR_wJm8M0E/TdHcn2Pdg6I/AAAAAAAADzo/Uut7qCxxvWc/s1600/May%2B3%2B142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607505588186350498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTR_wJm8M0E/TdHcn2Pdg6I/AAAAAAAADzo/Uut7qCxxvWc/s320/May%2B3%2B142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2IiSnULYGwE/TdHcnlpYQ3I/AAAAAAAADzg/254IEbJyCv8/s1600/May%2B3%2B143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607505583731655538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2IiSnULYGwE/TdHcnlpYQ3I/AAAAAAAADzg/254IEbJyCv8/s320/May%2B3%2B143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and along with seeing this damage plus more each day, I have a sweet little girl in my care who lost her house and most of her possessions. Granted, she is not worried about the baby pictures and handprinted coffee mugs and wedding mementos that were lost, but she misses her favorite teddy bear and her class t-shirt. I am trying to do all I can just to make sure she has one stable place in her life.&lt;br /&gt;So even though I have so much to worry about in my own life right now, I just can't stop crying and praying for all the people whose lives were torn apart on Wednesday, April 27.&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/1063169908735929313-6830424176819414240?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6830424176819414240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=6830424176819414240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6830424176819414240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6830424176819414240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/05/always-on-my-mind.html' title='Always on my Mind'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DKR1408tqPs/TdHcn0Eqs0I/AAAAAAAADzw/9czEn3HM8lk/s72-c/May%2B3%2B141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-2897661994920419266</id><published>2011-05-09T18:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:58:27.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randy's Take on Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my wife said nothing about her wonderful husband. Next time it's going to be a used paperback with a flashlight. And the next time she makes me go out on that boat....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-2897661994920419266?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2897661994920419266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=2897661994920419266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2897661994920419266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2897661994920419266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/05/randys-take-on-mothers-day.html' title='Randy&apos;s Take on Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-6416057465613618420</id><published>2011-05-08T19:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:30:45.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NEeRXrlI1mc/TcdAr8hezWI/AAAAAAAADzI/u2kx8eeidVA/s1600/May%2B8%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604519385010982242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NEeRXrlI1mc/TcdAr8hezWI/AAAAAAAADzI/u2kx8eeidVA/s320/May%2B8%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have had the best Mother's Day yet!! My two blessings have been so sweet today. They even let me dress them alike for church today--that in itself was a present! So besides being dressed so cute today, they...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_gLXY9y-oic/Tcc_iBvGafI/AAAAAAAADzA/F0qW_elowos/s1600/mothers%2Bday%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604518115099961842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_gLXY9y-oic/Tcc_iBvGafI/AAAAAAAADzA/F0qW_elowos/s320/mothers%2Bday%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; served me breakfast in bed this morning. The menu was chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, and coffee. Can you guess who came up with that menu?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gdx67qnWI0k/Tcc_hyFJInI/AAAAAAAADy4/yjYT5NYqlHM/s1600/mothers%2Bday%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604518110897447538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gdx67qnWI0k/Tcc_hyFJInI/AAAAAAAADy4/yjYT5NYqlHM/s320/mothers%2Bday%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my present was a Kindle--something I have wanted for awhile but have not been willing to purchase for myself because it was a little bit extravagant. I have already downloaded 2 books and started reading the first!&lt;br /&gt;We then went to church (dressed in our finest!) and enjoyed some good company in our Sunday School class. And afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yC7-TmTrlow/Tcc_h-I_pLI/AAAAAAAADyw/tvsq3t3rsZU/s1600/mothers%2Bday%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604518114134828210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yC7-TmTrlow/Tcc_h-I_pLI/AAAAAAAADyw/tvsq3t3rsZU/s320/mothers%2Bday%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we took our boat out on the river. I told them I just wanted to spend some time together as a family, and that was the best place I knew to get them away from everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idRH_7Ouwf0/Tcc_hl6WiAI/AAAAAAAADyo/QUo9QroS9CI/s1600/mothers%2Bday%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604518107630962690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idRH_7Ouwf0/Tcc_hl6WiAI/AAAAAAAADyo/QUo9QroS9CI/s320/mothers%2Bday%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a picnic lunch right there on the boat together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_X8aqH_5Bww/Tcc_hVaRm-I/AAAAAAAADyg/2XpSaDvS4M8/s1600/mothers%2Bday%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604518103201455074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_X8aqH_5Bww/Tcc_hVaRm-I/AAAAAAAADyg/2XpSaDvS4M8/s320/mothers%2Bday%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And had fun being together--even though the water was cold, cold, cold!!&lt;br /&gt;After that we cleaned up and went over to Grandmother's to give her a Mother's Day present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pT2PMbkpiSI/Tcc9qho2hvI/AAAAAAAADyY/KYaRCA8WFDw/s1600/mothers%2Bday%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604516062079387378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pT2PMbkpiSI/Tcc9qho2hvI/AAAAAAAADyY/KYaRCA8WFDw/s320/mothers%2Bday%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loved her present, but she loved seeing her 2 sweet grandbabies even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nPnjSXMg-yM/Tcc9qY2d-JI/AAAAAAAADyQ/IC2EO9Ok8Fw/s1600/mothers%2Bday%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604516059720579218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nPnjSXMg-yM/Tcc9qY2d-JI/AAAAAAAADyQ/IC2EO9Ok8Fw/s320/mothers%2Bday%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Randy and his Mom&lt;br /&gt;We then met my family for a Mother's Day supper so that we could celebrate with Ma-Ma. She liked her presents and the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvKmyunv7ug/Tcc9qIYZwbI/AAAAAAAADyI/CwvqYeR03PQ/s1600/mothers%2Bday%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604516055299506610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvKmyunv7ug/Tcc9qIYZwbI/AAAAAAAADyI/CwvqYeR03PQ/s320/mothers%2Bday%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daniel, Harrison, Ma-Ma, Stephanie, and Caitlin posing after we ate. But to get that cute picture, we had to endure this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-f3r9j3isY/Tcc9pxwNwZI/AAAAAAAADyA/sxfQwE3s0Xs/s1600/mothers%2Bday%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604516049225367954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-f3r9j3isY/Tcc9pxwNwZI/AAAAAAAADyA/sxfQwE3s0Xs/s320/mothers%2Bday%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love seeing their unique personalities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7VbPQ4Xnh0/Tcc9pv9PUOI/AAAAAAAADx4/r8UnvA4exhU/s1600/mothers%2Bday%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604516048743125218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7VbPQ4Xnh0/Tcc9pv9PUOI/AAAAAAAADx4/r8UnvA4exhU/s320/mothers%2Bday%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dana, my Mom, and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has been a very busy Mother's Day, but I got to spend it with my favorite people in the world!!!&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/1063169908735929313-6416057465613618420?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/6416057465613618420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=6416057465613618420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6416057465613618420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/6416057465613618420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NEeRXrlI1mc/TcdAr8hezWI/AAAAAAAADzI/u2kx8eeidVA/s72-c/May%2B8%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-4509357856192845531</id><published>2011-05-02T08:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T08:44:27.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heavy Heart</title><content type='html'>Well, we came home this morning to a house with power. I am so very thankful to have this luxury when so many near us are suffering. We have visited several areas that were hit by Wednesday's tornado, and there are no words to describe the images. Several of the teachers at my school had damage at their houses including one who lost her house and both cars. Plus my heart just aches for my students--former and present--who lost everything. There are so many stories I could tell, way too many stories that I wish had not happened. We are in a holding pattern with going back to school but today is going to be a hard day helping those who are trying to clean up their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for North Alabama!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-4509357856192845531?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4509357856192845531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=4509357856192845531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4509357856192845531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4509357856192845531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/05/heavy-heart.html' title='A Heavy Heart'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-3767718464870784616</id><published>2011-04-27T15:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T16:06:21.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Ball!</title><content type='html'>T-ball season has already started at our house! Harrison has played in 2 games so far. And with the help of Snickers, Diet Coke, and Skittles, he is playing much better than last year! (Running was not his strong suit last year. In fact, "Molasses" was his nickname.)&lt;br /&gt;They had team pictures before their game on Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQx3mZ1aVpA/TbiD08FQmbI/AAAAAAAADxw/t553dwCr7vQ/s1600/April%2B27%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600371082139834802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQx3mZ1aVpA/TbiD08FQmbI/AAAAAAAADxw/t553dwCr7vQ/s320/April%2B27%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2011 T-ball Reds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N03q9QQgJdA/TbiD0k-QtPI/AAAAAAAADxo/CWvlpVkNqv4/s1600/April%2B27%2B043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600371075936466162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N03q9QQgJdA/TbiD0k-QtPI/AAAAAAAADxo/CWvlpVkNqv4/s320/April%2B27%2B043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These 4 boys--Bryce, Harrison, Carter, and Dylan--are all Cornerstone Boys. All of their parents are in our Cornerstone Sunday School class. Kinda neat how they ended up on the same team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TVjW6YxoGLM/TbiD0pHVghI/AAAAAAAADxg/sHjTxliKl4U/s1600/April%2B27%2B053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600371077048271378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TVjW6YxoGLM/TbiD0pHVghI/AAAAAAAADxg/sHjTxliKl4U/s320/April%2B27%2B053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crossing Home Plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He ran into the dugout after this and said, "Now that's what I call REAL baseball!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOu8Cesnc0o/TbiD0CoTq1I/AAAAAAAADxY/53ifN8NjgTE/s1600/April%2B27%2B050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600371066717580114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOu8Cesnc0o/TbiD0CoTq1I/AAAAAAAADxY/53ifN8NjgTE/s320/April%2B27%2B050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After his big power hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WPDpEwaMTss/TbiD0MgE5HI/AAAAAAAADxQ/e58IWdlAqvA/s1600/April%2B27%2B064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600371069367411826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WPDpEwaMTss/TbiD0MgE5HI/AAAAAAAADxQ/e58IWdlAqvA/s320/April%2B27%2B064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pure joy and excitement (I love this picture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-3767718464870784616?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3767718464870784616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=3767718464870784616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3767718464870784616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3767718464870784616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/04/play-ball.html' title='Play Ball!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQx3mZ1aVpA/TbiD08FQmbI/AAAAAAAADxw/t553dwCr7vQ/s72-c/April%2B27%2B042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-8789055506939805810</id><published>2011-04-24T16:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T16:49:13.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Easter!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxmRAnTxd7k/TbSYDehMzBI/AAAAAAAADxI/wWjQYqk3X-8/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599267422227713042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxmRAnTxd7k/TbSYDehMzBI/AAAAAAAADxI/wWjQYqk3X-8/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "He has risen!" Luke 6:24 NIV&lt;br /&gt;We started our Easter morning hunting for Easter baskets, then off to church we went. Randy and I led the Preschool Worship Hour which led the children from Creation all the way through the Resurrection in the Big God Story. Whew! It was fabulous and so exciting to hear the sweet Preschoolers call out answers to our questions about the Bible. It seems most of them know the real reason we celebrate Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlAy9NlKVQA/TbSYDIF0_kI/AAAAAAAADxA/EH6dBbvt9UY/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599267416207326786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlAy9NlKVQA/TbSYDIF0_kI/AAAAAAAADxA/EH6dBbvt9UY/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My two Blessings in their Easter finest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then came home and put the finishing touches on our Easter celebration lunch with all of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aYlpRpd1U0/TbSYCy0m2wI/AAAAAAAADw4/8Q74OpMvjQE/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599267410497952514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aYlpRpd1U0/TbSYCy0m2wI/AAAAAAAADw4/8Q74OpMvjQE/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Grandkids--Daniel, Harrison, Stephanie, and Caitlin--with their Easter baskets from Ma-Ma and Pa-Pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eavQdBBWKtE/TbSYCoYPPeI/AAAAAAAADww/g6p9N14kUPk/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599267407694609890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eavQdBBWKtE/TbSYCoYPPeI/AAAAAAAADww/g6p9N14kUPk/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And look who even made a surprise visit to see all of us! My Daddy drove my Mom over, gave the grandkids their baskets, then left to go home and rest. He's still not feeling the greatest after his treatments, but it's so wonderful to see him start to get back to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpMfHNYvzBk/TbSYCWpBgjI/AAAAAAAADwo/N93cPilTBlc/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599267402933174834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpMfHNYvzBk/TbSYCWpBgjI/AAAAAAAADwo/N93cPilTBlc/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While waiting for all the delicious dishes to be finished, my usually, ultra-conservative, CPA sister broke out in song with Caitlin's Paper Jamz guitar. It was hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cleaned our plates of all the delicious food so fast that I didn't even get a picture of Randy's beautiful turkey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all so stuffed by this point, but it was egg hunting time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcP8HosuHB0/TbSWhNrFvLI/AAAAAAAADwg/ms_c0XHidN4/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599265734078610610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcP8HosuHB0/TbSWhNrFvLI/AAAAAAAADwg/ms_c0XHidN4/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daniel and Stephanie zooming around the backyard looking for eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sXS2u59BqLg/TbSWhDDp0KI/AAAAAAAADwY/iNmwl5KP1rI/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599265731228848290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sXS2u59BqLg/TbSWhDDp0KI/AAAAAAAADwY/iNmwl5KP1rI/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brady tries to help Caitlin find a few eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0hpu_2BCJA/TbSWgzVgiBI/AAAAAAAADwQ/v4PFdn3nAkI/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599265727008770066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0hpu_2BCJA/TbSWgzVgiBI/AAAAAAAADwQ/v4PFdn3nAkI/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison was given a 10 second head-start which the others screamed "UNFAIR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7rK-FDL_ZQ/TbSWgtsmE5I/AAAAAAAADwI/muEq1pr-hJs/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599265725494989714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7rK-FDL_ZQ/TbSWgtsmE5I/AAAAAAAADwI/muEq1pr-hJs/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Randy and his parents, Grandmother and Grandaddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ktOn2D4qdNs/TbSWgvGFGxI/AAAAAAAADwA/RbBXJDHGYzY/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599265725870316306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ktOn2D4qdNs/TbSWgvGFGxI/AAAAAAAADwA/RbBXJDHGYzY/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my beautiful Mom and sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Easter Sunday celebrating Jesus! &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-8789055506939805810?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8789055506939805810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=8789055506939805810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8789055506939805810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8789055506939805810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='A Happy Easter'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxmRAnTxd7k/TbSYDehMzBI/AAAAAAAADxI/wWjQYqk3X-8/s72-c/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-773216346895129084</id><published>2011-04-24T15:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T16:21:00.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday Business</title><content type='html'>On Friday, my First Grade class took a field trip to the Strawberry Patch. We had never been before, so we didn't know what to expect. Well, there were LOTS of big, beautiful, ripe strawberries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmZDCVINKKQ/TbSSQUYt7LI/AAAAAAAADv4/TwMFuq0pbDc/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599261045776313522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmZDCVINKKQ/TbSSQUYt7LI/AAAAAAAADv4/TwMFuq0pbDc/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were the reddest strawberries I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-61m3YOcWE/TbSSQKadqlI/AAAAAAAADvw/_YSWAOkgGZE/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599261043099282002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-61m3YOcWE/TbSSQKadqlI/AAAAAAAADvw/_YSWAOkgGZE/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my prize student, Alex. He was a little scared of the bugs plus his mom was on a field trip to Montgomery with his sister, so he was my right-hand man for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FrQ7u14q-nM/TbSSPxrSmwI/AAAAAAAADvo/JCg4aIMsBM0/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599261036458973954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FrQ7u14q-nM/TbSSPxrSmwI/AAAAAAAADvo/JCg4aIMsBM0/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking through the patch looking for just the right strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l5M3xe2e0qw/TbSSPnQUUUI/AAAAAAAADvY/6nIHTevB2U0/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599261033661485378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l5M3xe2e0qw/TbSSPnQUUUI/AAAAAAAADvY/6nIHTevB2U0/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My wonderful First Grade class with their buckets of strawberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also on Friday, Harrison had his Easter Egg Hunt with his Kindergarten class. Luckily we were just stepping off the bus at school as they started their hunt on the playground so I got to run out there and snap some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IrJPXkGKSU4/TbSQ3AZXcWI/AAAAAAAADvQ/b2jQs4QA9SI/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599259511401967970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IrJPXkGKSU4/TbSQ3AZXcWI/AAAAAAAADvQ/b2jQs4QA9SI/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look what I found, Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTcGWVNuf-w/TbSQ3ORDVlI/AAAAAAAADvI/jHr5GqbvwnQ/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599259515125192274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTcGWVNuf-w/TbSQ3ORDVlI/AAAAAAAADvI/jHr5GqbvwnQ/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the hunt for more eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_IleZzgwTnU/TbSQ21qoerI/AAAAAAAADvA/zyBzbgonBfg/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599259508521597618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_IleZzgwTnU/TbSQ21qoerI/AAAAAAAADvA/zyBzbgonBfg/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With his sweet, sweet teacher, Mrs. Terrell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had such a great idea for the Easter Egg Hunt. She labeled the eggs with a sticker with a sight word written on it. Each child was given a sight word, and those were the eggs they had to find. Harrison's word was "are", and he had a great time looking for just those eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UdHOKqg1dkE/TbSQ2ueXwSI/AAAAAAAADu4/Ctvwv2XOg00/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599259506591121698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UdHOKqg1dkE/TbSQ2ueXwSI/AAAAAAAADu4/Ctvwv2XOg00/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwXg1j8Gobg/TbSQ2XfW3rI/AAAAAAAADuw/r8kBU2SIt8E/s1600/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599259500421242546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwXg1j8Gobg/TbSQ2XfW3rI/AAAAAAAADuw/r8kBU2SIt8E/s320/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I even got to have my picture taken with the star egg-hunter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a Good Friday!&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/1063169908735929313-773216346895129084?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/773216346895129084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=773216346895129084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/773216346895129084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/773216346895129084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-friday-business.html' title='Good Friday Business'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmZDCVINKKQ/TbSSQUYt7LI/AAAAAAAADv4/TwMFuq0pbDc/s72-c/field%2Btrip%2Beaster%2B012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-4171115841520303099</id><published>2011-04-23T17:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:37:24.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Days 5 &amp; 6</title><content type='html'>Day 5 of our fabulous Spring Break was spent at another water park: Wet 'n Wild. It was so much fun, but very, very tiring. And yet again I didn't take any swimsuit shots!&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 was spent with our best friends, the Aronsons, at SeaWorld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHaFkyy2bRo/TbOX3G61WCI/AAAAAAAADuo/FyWvPJH8234/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598985734757636130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHaFkyy2bRo/TbOX3G61WCI/AAAAAAAADuo/FyWvPJH8234/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opening shot taken by the park staff. Couldn't resist buying this shot of Harrison and Alex holding Baby Shamu.&lt;br /&gt;SeaWorld is one of our favorite parks because of all the water animals, but now they have the Manta roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvDkRr1_wMQ/TbNXvyFZe7I/AAAAAAAADuY/oG3J4tNkwSM/s1600/vacation%2B105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598915240161541042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QvDkRr1_wMQ/TbNXvyFZe7I/AAAAAAAADuY/oG3J4tNkwSM/s320/vacation%2B105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Insane, isn't it?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0iu8v6jF2U/TbNWiw8yv4I/AAAAAAAADuQ/te3WPh7SsMw/s1600/vacation%2B110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598913917007085442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c0iu8v6jF2U/TbNWiw8yv4I/AAAAAAAADuQ/te3WPh7SsMw/s320/vacation%2B110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Randy and Todd's first ride on it. Randy is on the very left with Todd next to him. The next time I rode it with them. It was crazy, crazy, crazy, and I regretted getting on it the minute the little guy buckled me in! I am proud I rode it even though I was dizzy for about an hour afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;The first show we went to was the sea lion and otter show. We got there a little bit early for it and were entertained by this funny pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNldiSVj82M/TbNWitZ56II/AAAAAAAADuI/6VCUhvhBW4I/s1600/vacation%2B112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598913916055447682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNldiSVj82M/TbNWitZ56II/AAAAAAAADuI/6VCUhvhBW4I/s320/vacation%2B112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken right before he kissed Laura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PaDckuaAw0c/TbNWiYC_KnI/AAAAAAAADuA/ohQbgwACKPY/s1600/vacation%2B115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598913910322178674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PaDckuaAw0c/TbNWiYC_KnI/AAAAAAAADuA/ohQbgwACKPY/s320/vacation%2B115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a funny and cute show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we saw the dolphin show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-221nj2ppXEI/TbNWieYaToI/AAAAAAAADt4/UKeOKt1hfWM/s1600/vacation%2B122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598913912022650498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-221nj2ppXEI/TbNWieYaToI/AAAAAAAADt4/UKeOKt1hfWM/s320/vacation%2B122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were jumping so high and so fast, I could barely get a picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwxJW2hsGos/TbNWhyv730I/AAAAAAAADtw/8D7ZqqCSGZE/s1600/vacation%2B124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598913900310159170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwxJW2hsGos/TbNWhyv730I/AAAAAAAADtw/8D7ZqqCSGZE/s320/vacation%2B124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next we went to see Shamu. Here's Taylor and Caitlin waiting for the show to start. They were sitting with the Daddies in the "Soak Zone." The Mommies and Alex sat a few rows back so as not to get too wet. Thank goodness we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--MXvXewk8U8/TbNUR0tvS7I/AAAAAAAADto/hL96ytGpRPo/s1600/vacation%2B126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598911426936654770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--MXvXewk8U8/TbNUR0tvS7I/AAAAAAAADto/hL96ytGpRPo/s320/vacation%2B126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was really cool to see Shamu doing all his tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tW-dc7Vl9oQ/TbNURkmAdBI/AAAAAAAADtg/U3eeKHPMizw/s1600/vacation%2B127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598911422609257490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tW-dc7Vl9oQ/TbNURkmAdBI/AAAAAAAADtg/U3eeKHPMizw/s320/vacation%2B127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the difference in their clothes. Harrison was in the "Soak Zone" while Alex was not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the Kids' Area for some rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yngOUs1bfJc/TbNURqhX8mI/AAAAAAAADtY/6iYUBuOOcE0/s1600/vacation%2B128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598911424200438370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yngOUs1bfJc/TbNURqhX8mI/AAAAAAAADtY/6iYUBuOOcE0/s320/vacation%2B128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison, Taylor, and Caitlin on the jellyfish ride. Alex was hot and tired by this point and didn't want to ride.&lt;br /&gt;We got some lunch, then went to an indoor pet show to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zzPxM08NfZ4/TbNURW8JhXI/AAAAAAAADtQ/cdzGPaRZeaQ/s1600/vacation%2B131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598911418944030066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zzPxM08NfZ4/TbNURW8JhXI/AAAAAAAADtQ/cdzGPaRZeaQ/s320/vacation%2B131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy kids waiting for the show to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBcHxuLnTe4/TbNUREXF4BI/AAAAAAAADtI/my04Yi7wKB0/s1600/vacation%2B133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598911413956763666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBcHxuLnTe4/TbNUREXF4BI/AAAAAAAADtI/my04Yi7wKB0/s320/vacation%2B133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The parents waiting a little bit more patiently for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great day watching all the animals and being with our best friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was our last hurrah because we had to go back to our condo and pack up so we could head home the next morning. We had so much fun and can't wait to go back!&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/1063169908735929313-4171115841520303099?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4171115841520303099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=4171115841520303099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4171115841520303099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4171115841520303099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break-days-5-6.html' title='Spring Break Days 5 &amp; 6'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHaFkyy2bRo/TbOX3G61WCI/AAAAAAAADuo/FyWvPJH8234/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-3269112293595759849</id><published>2011-04-23T11:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T12:10:27.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Day 4</title><content type='html'>The next day of Spring Break Orlando was spent exploring the parts of Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure that we had not gotten to on Day 2. We went to the Toon Lagoon and saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skqEP7Fzxig/TbMCTgvG3JI/AAAAAAAADs4/xVgJT6rxKxs/s1600/vacation%2B065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598821295979945106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skqEP7Fzxig/TbMCTgvG3JI/AAAAAAAADs4/xVgJT6rxKxs/s320/vacation%2B065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison's favorite crimefighter! He looks so serious. I guess because fighting crime is a serious job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmEbd5PwUXk/TbMCTQrUQlI/AAAAAAAADsw/0qvlRjt7cuo/s1600/vacation%2B066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598821291669078610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmEbd5PwUXk/TbMCTQrUQlI/AAAAAAAADsw/0qvlRjt7cuo/s320/vacation%2B066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We decided the family that fights evil together stays together!&lt;br /&gt;From that part of the park we went to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w6kpuklHpU/TbMCTDbTy0I/AAAAAAAADso/ETbaVHTtotU/s1600/vacation%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598821288112278338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w6kpuklHpU/TbMCTDbTy0I/AAAAAAAADso/ETbaVHTtotU/s320/vacation%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Caitlin has read the first 3 books in the series as well as watched those movies, so she was excited to get to see it in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nX9r_xxVq8k/TbMCS1Bx0AI/AAAAAAAADsg/-CgZwemaIzc/s1600/vacation%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598821284247097346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nX9r_xxVq8k/TbMCS1Bx0AI/AAAAAAAADsg/-CgZwemaIzc/s320/vacation%2B067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so cool to see snow on all the English buildings especially when it was 85 degrees out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to Seuss Landing because that was mine and Harrison's favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GhZ8jKdpTXs/TbMADtd-M_I/AAAAAAAADsY/G435-NbVl9E/s1600/vacation%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598818825496572914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GhZ8jKdpTXs/TbMADtd-M_I/AAAAAAAADsY/G435-NbVl9E/s320/vacation%2B079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this time we met Thing 1 and Thing 2 from &lt;em&gt;The Cat in the Hat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXWK-Q_pr8Y/TbMADdQGfTI/AAAAAAAADsQ/9HSiXL89W6I/s1600/vacation%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598818821143428402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXWK-Q_pr8Y/TbMADdQGfTI/AAAAAAAADsQ/9HSiXL89W6I/s320/vacation%2B080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cat couldn't be outdone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were lots of cool rides at Universal Studios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYi0tXEBUmo/TbMADKWPa_I/AAAAAAAADsI/FZW46NfR1Co/s1600/vacation%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598818816068905970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYi0tXEBUmo/TbMADKWPa_I/AAAAAAAADsI/FZW46NfR1Co/s320/vacation%2B082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Harrison and Daddy were waiting as Caitlin and I rode &lt;/em&gt;on Twister.&lt;br /&gt;We then walked back through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NE4HPS5HP2Q/TbMAC3vBlSI/AAAAAAAADsA/zz-yUYOlEH0/s1600/vacation%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598818811072582946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NE4HPS5HP2Q/TbMAC3vBlSI/AAAAAAAADsA/zz-yUYOlEH0/s320/vacation%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because it was so beautiful with all the greenery and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCcgrC4PecM/TbMACoitHHI/AAAAAAAADr4/laCVNGbChmo/s1600/vacation%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598818806994377842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCcgrC4PecM/TbMACoitHHI/AAAAAAAADr4/laCVNGbChmo/s320/vacation%2B088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, Caitlin encountered a dinosaur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then some of us were very, very hot at this point and decided to ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJtEC5v0RAc/TbL-oDrqp4I/AAAAAAAADrw/4-tIGONrEAw/s1600/vacation%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598817250911627138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJtEC5v0RAc/TbL-oDrqp4I/AAAAAAAADrw/4-tIGONrEAw/s320/vacation%2B092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the Toon Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JOxj_-_JPQ/TbL-n7H4z2I/AAAAAAAADro/kUuwqYIu5sc/s1600/vacation%2B093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598817248614076258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JOxj_-_JPQ/TbL-n7H4z2I/AAAAAAAADro/kUuwqYIu5sc/s320/vacation%2B093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at all that water! They were soaked when they got off. Glad I didn't ride it because I sure don't like walking around in wet shoes!&lt;br /&gt;And we had to take a turn on the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NOxz0fgLieg/TbL-nr-kpLI/AAAAAAAADrg/wBay7kvLYd0/s1600/vacation%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598817244548474034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NOxz0fgLieg/TbL-nr-kpLI/AAAAAAAADrg/wBay7kvLYd0/s320/vacation%2B098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caro-Seuss-al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqZjoSsrTDY/TbL-nQZDabI/AAAAAAAADrY/4KvVmTK5_z8/s1600/vacation%2B100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598817237143349682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqZjoSsrTDY/TbL-nQZDabI/AAAAAAAADrY/4KvVmTK5_z8/s320/vacation%2B100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It wasn't just regular horses to ride. They were made-up characters from the Dr. Seuss books.&lt;br /&gt;By this point we were tired and hungry. They have a City Walk at Universal which offers a lot of different restaurants to eat at. We chose Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1wDCVhTaak/TbL-nMoaqmI/AAAAAAAADrQ/8tZRWe1icBk/s1600/vacation%2B103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598817236134046306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1wDCVhTaak/TbL-nMoaqmI/AAAAAAAADrQ/8tZRWe1icBk/s320/vacation%2B103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After our yummy meal of cheeseburgers in paradise and grilled shrimp, we got to relax in these cool beach chairs!&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun, but tiring day! Only 2 more days left!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-3269112293595759849?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3269112293595759849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=3269112293595759849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3269112293595759849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3269112293595759849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break-day-4.html' title='Spring Break Day 4'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skqEP7Fzxig/TbMCTgvG3JI/AAAAAAAADs4/xVgJT6rxKxs/s72-c/vacation%2B065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-3070965361766371688</id><published>2011-04-19T04:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T05:03:11.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Glorious Day!</title><content type='html'>I had to interrupt the Spring Break pictures with a post about the most glorious day we had at our house on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin was confirmed at our church! While I was so very, very proud of my baby girl and her huge decision, I was also so very, very emotional. This means that she really is growing up! There's no turning back now. But I am so happy that we will be reunited in Heaven one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4PlzKDBl-I/Ta1a6V_gaQI/AAAAAAAADrI/-IrIg_U7CPU/s1600/April%2B17%2B065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597229870273816834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4PlzKDBl-I/Ta1a6V_gaQI/AAAAAAAADrI/-IrIg_U7CPU/s320/April%2B17%2B065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entire group of Confirmands after the beautiful service. Look at that big smile on my baby girl's face! She's in the front row wearing a white dress with a pink sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qO4UikMQhc/Ta1a6CPFkNI/AAAAAAAADrA/FKDDBckdIM0/s1600/April%2B17%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597229864970457298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qO4UikMQhc/Ta1a6CPFkNI/AAAAAAAADrA/FKDDBckdIM0/s320/April%2B17%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looks so happy here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mc5FXCuBO7w/Ta1a54kiqEI/AAAAAAAADq4/Pi4TTLDPA7Q/s1600/April%2B17%2B072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597229862376089666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mc5FXCuBO7w/Ta1a54kiqEI/AAAAAAAADq4/Pi4TTLDPA7Q/s320/April%2B17%2B072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our happy family&lt;br /&gt;The service was held in our church's Grace building and was attended by all 4 of our ministers. I told them afterwards that it meant a lot to me that all four of them were there. It showed me how important they take Confirmation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twIW0kZfo6Y/Ta1a5qJUC7I/AAAAAAAADqw/hEcBVRqsd8E/s1600/April%2B17%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597229858503789490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twIW0kZfo6Y/Ta1a5qJUC7I/AAAAAAAADqw/hEcBVRqsd8E/s320/April%2B17%2B071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandmother and Grandaddy (Randy's parents) came to witness this very important milestone which made Caitlin's day! Ma-Ma and Pa-Pa (my parents) couldn't come because my dad is still recovering from his radiation treatments and feels just AWFUL! But they were there in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caitlin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of your decision. I thank God each day for entrusting you to me for your earthly care. It's days like this that make me step back and realize that maybe I really am doing a good job as your Mom. I love you more than I can ever say, and I know you won't realize just how much that is until you have children of your own. You are so precious to me and your Daddy, and I can't wait to share more glorious days with you. Good job, Cait-Cait!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you to the moon and back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&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/1063169908735929313-3070965361766371688?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3070965361766371688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=3070965361766371688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3070965361766371688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/3070965361766371688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-glorious-day.html' title='What a Glorious Day!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4PlzKDBl-I/Ta1a6V_gaQI/AAAAAAAADrI/-IrIg_U7CPU/s72-c/April%2B17%2B065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-4250427704836144466</id><published>2011-04-17T17:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:08:33.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Day 3</title><content type='html'>On the third day of Spring Break, we visited SeaWorld's water park, Aquatica. I had never heard of it before we started investigating Orlando's attractions, but it was one of our best days! There were so many different types of water slides that we all went down a few during the day. There was also a fabulous kids' area that Harrison could have stayed at for days! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYaQuMveoRU/TatxhgifohI/AAAAAAAADqo/tvbHLBSdEzY/s1600/vacation%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596691782422209042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYaQuMveoRU/TatxhgifohI/AAAAAAAADqo/tvbHLBSdEzY/s320/vacation%2B061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caitlin and Harrison posed for me before we left the condo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gsI9ABtNbpo/Tatxhn1X4rI/AAAAAAAADqg/bowwlaCtxx0/s1600/IMG_0002_NEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596691784380441266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gsI9ABtNbpo/Tatxhn1X4rI/AAAAAAAADqg/bowwlaCtxx0/s320/IMG_0002_NEW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is the standard picture the theme park people take of you as you are walking in the front gate. Since I didn't take my camera in for fear of getting it wet, we decided to buy it. And who really wants to see me in a swimsuit?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-4250427704836144466?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/4250427704836144466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=4250427704836144466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4250427704836144466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/4250427704836144466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break-day-3.html' title='Spring Break Day 3'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYaQuMveoRU/TatxhgifohI/AAAAAAAADqo/tvbHLBSdEzY/s72-c/vacation%2B061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-8815962990253506853</id><published>2011-04-17T11:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:32:55.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Day 2</title><content type='html'>I'm just going to apologize up front and tell you that this is the longest blog post I think I have ever done! But I want to put most of my pictures up since I print out my blog into a book form. Day 2 of Spring Break was spent at Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure in Orlando. We had a Flex Ticket where we could go back and forth between the two parks. We also got to visit SeaWorld, Aquatica Water Park, and Wet n Wild with our tickets. It was a great deal! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VmgvlIqayMU/TashByWndoI/AAAAAAAADqY/d_tiHn0exig/s1600/vacation%2B136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596603276518192770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VmgvlIqayMU/TashByWndoI/AAAAAAAADqY/d_tiHn0exig/s320/vacation%2B136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sweetie in front of the Universal globe &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JuTt3Vp94tU/TashBp_O1MI/AAAAAAAADqQ/PhB1foQp8mI/s1600/vacation%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596603274272625858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JuTt3Vp94tU/TashBp_O1MI/AAAAAAAADqQ/PhB1foQp8mI/s320/vacation%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caitlin and Harrison also had their turn in front of the globe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mihKOCf6e_k/TashBUSh2MI/AAAAAAAADqI/oSJA7DA-1Qs/s1600/vacation%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596603268447983810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mihKOCf6e_k/TashBUSh2MI/AAAAAAAADqI/oSJA7DA-1Qs/s320/vacation%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They got to meet Shrek and Princess and Fiona after we rode Shrek 4-D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fpll3nEHI5Y/TasgNoVz5AI/AAAAAAAADqA/e--MHqOnd7M/s1600/vacation%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596602380477260802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fpll3nEHI5Y/TasgNoVz5AI/AAAAAAAADqA/e--MHqOnd7M/s320/vacation%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also posed with Curious George and the Man in the Yellow Hat. Harrison was so excited to meet George because he collects stuffed monkeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikqFcjsfHVU/TasgNLND_UI/AAAAAAAADp4/WDs8bLrVMD4/s1600/vacation%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596602372655938882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikqFcjsfHVU/TasgNLND_UI/AAAAAAAADp4/WDs8bLrVMD4/s320/vacation%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Penguins of Madagascar and Alex the Lion were also there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUw1UpxEue8/TasgM0RcM0I/AAAAAAAADpw/_dObXuXbKN4/s1600/vacation%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596602366500287298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eUw1UpxEue8/TasgM0RcM0I/AAAAAAAADpw/_dObXuXbKN4/s320/vacation%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scooby and Shaggy were fun to meet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Pn31H0cnVk/TasgM2-t6pI/AAAAAAAADpo/yPyIW4KRvSc/s1600/vacation%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596602367227062930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Pn31H0cnVk/TasgM2-t6pI/AAAAAAAADpo/yPyIW4KRvSc/s320/vacation%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the Kids' section, there was a Woody Woodpecker roller coaster that both my kids thoroughly enjoyed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSQ5O8Wjg2w/TasgMfJF6iI/AAAAAAAADpg/GBNGr0RNdi0/s1600/vacation%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596602360828127778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSQ5O8Wjg2w/TasgMfJF6iI/AAAAAAAADpg/GBNGr0RNdi0/s320/vacation%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E.B. and the chicks from "Hop" were even there! (We haven't seen that movie, so I don't think this meant a lot to them.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that walking around, we were getting a little hungry so we stopped to eat at... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U7G8YYu4_II/TasezzA8doI/AAAAAAAADpY/LAuBujCYrUo/s1600/vacation%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596600837154305666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U7G8YYu4_II/TasezzA8doI/AAAAAAAADpY/LAuBujCYrUo/s320/vacation%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. It was delicious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t16sfL3_aoA/TasezqG6A2I/AAAAAAAADpQ/fLNiwUSDR2M/s1600/vacation%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596600834763391842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t16sfL3_aoA/TasezqG6A2I/AAAAAAAADpQ/fLNiwUSDR2M/s320/vacation%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I got a picture of my 2 expert surfers before we headed to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCf9AdK2HsA/TasezRec0TI/AAAAAAAADpI/S7pUgt3YgUY/s1600/vacation%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596600828151255346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCf9AdK2HsA/TasezRec0TI/AAAAAAAADpI/S7pUgt3YgUY/s320/vacation%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, an entire area dedicated to Dr. Seuss!!! I was beyond excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-bIbxDkoi4/TasezErCMvI/AAAAAAAADpA/kW29m4Wn42I/s1600/vacation%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596600824714375922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-bIbxDkoi4/TasezErCMvI/AAAAAAAADpA/kW29m4Wn42I/s320/vacation%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I think this was my favorite ride of the 2 parks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tuElQf_XvI/Tasey1_pPSI/AAAAAAAADo4/X3KQ0-a_EpI/s1600/vacation%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596600820774288674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9tuElQf_XvI/Tasey1_pPSI/AAAAAAAADo4/X3KQ0-a_EpI/s320/vacation%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are Caitlin and Daddy as they get ready to spin through the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nt_eyu_An2E/TascWhywhQI/AAAAAAAADow/b5I45ymaQHc/s1600/vacation%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596598135291938050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nt_eyu_An2E/TascWhywhQI/AAAAAAAADow/b5I45ymaQHc/s320/vacation%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my little guy got to sit up front for this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-buweBZ69EI0/TascWdSg5wI/AAAAAAAADoo/NvVeR7YFnHY/s1600/vacation%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596598134082955010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-buweBZ69EI0/TascWdSg5wI/AAAAAAAADoo/NvVeR7YFnHY/s320/vacation%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Caitlin, Harrison, and I rode "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish" together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-9uk3yhtdQ/TascVKddTVI/AAAAAAAADog/jDOKbEhpDaY/s1600/vacation%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4RdM7IFJhI/TascU5aH1ZI/AAAAAAAADoY/k_QvXCzDWwE/s1600/vacation%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596598107271320978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4RdM7IFJhI/TascU5aH1ZI/AAAAAAAADoY/k_QvXCzDWwE/s320/vacation%2B050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we got to meet the Cat in the Hat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvKBGXWXS2c/TascUmoi-NI/AAAAAAAADoQ/ejaPNba1GnY/s1600/vacation%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596598102231546066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvKBGXWXS2c/TascUmoi-NI/AAAAAAAADoQ/ejaPNba1GnY/s320/vacation%2B051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I actually got to dance with him!! Can't wait to put that picture up in my classroom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vV8lbflacho/TasahVvwskI/AAAAAAAADoI/-k84MGzoGv4/s1600/vacation%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596596122013446722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vV8lbflacho/TasahVvwskI/AAAAAAAADoI/-k84MGzoGv4/s320/vacation%2B053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then we ran into the Grinch!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that sweetness and fun, we made our way to... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IXR7cOBtCT0/TasahOhQfHI/AAAAAAAADoA/F72C8av1B08/s1600/vacation%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596596120073567346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IXR7cOBtCT0/TasahOhQfHI/AAAAAAAADoA/F72C8av1B08/s320/vacation%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have a "River Adventure" ride that takes you through the park in a boat. At the end of the ride, you go down a huge hill and... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OruxStvvwsc/Tasag7KuQWI/AAAAAAAADn4/MwOcdWBWUng/s1600/vacation%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596596114878775650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OruxStvvwsc/Tasag7KuQWI/AAAAAAAADn4/MwOcdWBWUng/s320/vacation%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;get really, really wet!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4s-iX14pKo/TasagulPFDI/AAAAAAAADnw/6Dn05GfLCXg/s1600/vacation%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596596111500317746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4s-iX14pKo/TasagulPFDI/AAAAAAAADnw/6Dn05GfLCXg/s320/vacation%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to pose outside the ride with the beautiful scenery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is also a Comic Strip alley that we only walked through on this day. We did, however, find this funny sign... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhbrNYugTL8/TasagihPVnI/AAAAAAAADno/RRVFJmwv-s0/s1600/vacation%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596596108262332018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhbrNYugTL8/TasagihPVnI/AAAAAAAADno/RRVFJmwv-s0/s320/vacation%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After all that fun, it was definitely time to go back to our condo and clean up because we had another fun-filled day on the agenda for tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-8815962990253506853?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8815962990253506853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=8815962990253506853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8815962990253506853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8815962990253506853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break-day-2.html' title='Spring Break Day 2'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VmgvlIqayMU/TashByWndoI/AAAAAAAADqY/d_tiHn0exig/s72-c/vacation%2B136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-7521880903586675418</id><published>2011-04-16T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:42:08.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness for Spring Break</title><content type='html'>or 2 teachers I know would have gone CrAzY!!! Seriously...it has been a LOOOOOOONG time since Christmas vacation, and we both needed a break. So we hopped in our car after school on Friday, April 8 and headed to Orlando! With kids, of course. We broke the trip into 2 days and spent Friday night in Macon, GA. Doesn't everyone love staying in a hotel?? After we got to Orlando on Saturday afternoon, we checked into our condo, changed clothes, got a bite to eat, and headed to.... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0kmfPKIXCXY/TaonoDBH6lI/AAAAAAAADng/X62YQyKb-B4/s1600/vacation%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596329055919532626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0kmfPKIXCXY/TaonoDBH6lI/AAAAAAAADng/X62YQyKb-B4/s320/vacation%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Downtown Disney, here we come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OG8gti5IqF8/Taonn8kcr0I/AAAAAAAADnY/RDBNdm8EgSM/s1600/vacation%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596329054188646210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OG8gti5IqF8/Taonn8kcr0I/AAAAAAAADnY/RDBNdm8EgSM/s320/vacation%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who doesn't try on the silly hats?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmX-BIRcRqQ/TaonngQ78bI/AAAAAAAADnQ/9tTO2husiS8/s1600/vacation%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596329046590615986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KmX-BIRcRqQ/TaonngQ78bI/AAAAAAAADnQ/9tTO2husiS8/s320/vacation%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Lego store, and Caitlin and Harrison got to pose with a Lego Woody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zk3CFc512mI/TaonnYYGCuI/AAAAAAAADnI/t0ELsrU89_8/s1600/vacation%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596329044473154274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zk3CFc512mI/TaonnYYGCuI/AAAAAAAADnI/t0ELsrU89_8/s320/vacation%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also got to see a Lego dragon in the lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kqX_JNSYsE/TaonnL9QuHI/AAAAAAAADnA/KJOHD0gT1to/s1600/vacation%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596329041139382386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kqX_JNSYsE/TaonnL9QuHI/AAAAAAAADnA/KJOHD0gT1to/s320/vacation%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I had to get my picture with my princess. We have had our picture taken in front of Aurora each time we've been to Disney, and it's fun to see how Caitlin has grown from year to year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then headed to Wal-Mart for some necessary supplies like milk and bread and then went to bed for our big Day #2! &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/1063169908735929313-7521880903586675418?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7521880903586675418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=7521880903586675418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7521880903586675418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/7521880903586675418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/04/thank-goodness-for-spring-break.html' title='Thank Goodness for Spring Break'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0kmfPKIXCXY/TaonoDBH6lI/AAAAAAAADng/X62YQyKb-B4/s72-c/vacation%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-8103845687244424406</id><published>2011-04-16T16:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T16:50:43.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, Dance, Dance and an Explanation</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't fallen off the face of the Earth. We had Spring Break last week, so we loaded up and visited Orlando! We had such a great time, but more on that later. The week before we left was spent washing clothes, packing suitcases, getting oil changed in the car, etc., etc., etc. Loads of fun, I tell you! But we had to stop all the excitement of getting ready for our trip to visit Caitlin's Dance classes for Visitor's Week. On Tuesday, we got to visit her Jazz class. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yS38hbzRmFU/TaoNMYqoQdI/AAAAAAAADm4/Y1U6vYa0FRo/s1600/visitors%2Bday%2B018%2Bpicnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596299993392103890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yS38hbzRmFU/TaoNMYqoQdI/AAAAAAAADm4/Y1U6vYa0FRo/s320/visitors%2Bday%2B018%2Bpicnik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Uh-oh!! Out of order picture! This is actually Caitlin showing off for us in her Ballet class. Can you believe the leap she has?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UAR1qFf9SPY/TaoNBrCOGQI/AAAAAAAADmw/HFfpoLynejE/s1600/visitors%2Bday%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596299809344329986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UAR1qFf9SPY/TaoNBrCOGQI/AAAAAAAADmw/HFfpoLynejE/s320/visitors%2Bday%2B001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a pretty dancer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QttwrfcTnnw/TaoNBKV7DMI/AAAAAAAADmo/ACz_DQ85VRE/s1600/visitors%2Bday%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596299800568597698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QttwrfcTnnw/TaoNBKV7DMI/AAAAAAAADmo/ACz_DQ85VRE/s320/visitors%2Bday%2B002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are lots of stretches and fancy footwork in Jazz that I mostly got blurry images, but I did get this cute one of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_jo8Sci1s0/TaoNBHe_tXI/AAAAAAAADmg/X99rUsBECY4/s1600/visitors%2Bday%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596299799801345394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_jo8Sci1s0/TaoNBHe_tXI/AAAAAAAADmg/X99rUsBECY4/s320/visitors%2Bday%2B011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This the ending pose of their Fairy Tale dance. She is Grumpy, one of the Seven Dwarfs. I can't wait to see this at recital with all the cute characters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday, we got to visit her Ballet Class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFsbaUnggqg/TaoNA1-JeSI/AAAAAAAADmY/pAKUR9rShdA/s1600/visitors%2Bday%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596299795100170530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFsbaUnggqg/TaoNA1-JeSI/AAAAAAAADmY/pAKUR9rShdA/s320/visitors%2Bday%2B032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They start off so elegantly! I love watching her perform all the beautiful moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of my sweet dancer! It's amazing to see what all she has learned through her years at Dance! &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/1063169908735929313-8103845687244424406?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8103845687244424406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=8103845687244424406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8103845687244424406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8103845687244424406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/04/dance-dance-dance-and-explanation.html' title='Dance, Dance, Dance and an Explanation'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yS38hbzRmFU/TaoNMYqoQdI/AAAAAAAADm4/Y1U6vYa0FRo/s72-c/visitors%2Bday%2B018%2Bpicnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-2341207850056455790</id><published>2011-04-02T10:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:49:52.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Verse #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5yTOCNYhQpU/TZdFTR4FvyI/AAAAAAAADmI/-6_pYGiZ4CY/s1600/bible.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591013659922251554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5yTOCNYhQpU/TZdFTR4FvyI/AAAAAAAADmI/-6_pYGiZ4CY/s320/bible.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's already time for Siesta Scripture Memory Verse #7!! "We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all." Isaiah 53:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-2341207850056455790?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2341207850056455790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=2341207850056455790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2341207850056455790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/2341207850056455790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/04/memory-verse-7.html' title='Memory Verse #7'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5yTOCNYhQpU/TZdFTR4FvyI/AAAAAAAADmI/-6_pYGiZ4CY/s72-c/bible.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-8687170162257481036</id><published>2011-03-31T04:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T04:48:30.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I went to see the neurologist on Monday afternoon. After performing several "sobriety" tests--never had to do those before and glad I will never have to!--he declared that I only had a concussion and would be just fine!! WOO-HOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063169908735929313-8687170162257481036?l=abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8687170162257481036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063169908735929313&amp;postID=8687170162257481036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8687170162257481036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063169908735929313/posts/default/8687170162257481036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusymomandteacher.blogspot.com/2011/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05506117754463758746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q10vH9HoUAA/SSoDEHZCJwI/AAAAAAAAACg/lC5nYj-viCs/S220/Randy+%26+Beth+002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063169908735929313.post-2840483380941601880</id><published>2011-03-27T07:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T08:15:48.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummies and Other Such Business</title><content type='html'>Well...we have had an eventful week, but nothing you would want to remember in pictures!! First, Caitlin came down with an awful stomach bug a week ago Friday. We had gone to eat at Nothing but Noodles at her request, and when we got home it hit! Poor baby was up most of the night (as was this Mama!). Then on Sunday, who gets the dreaded stomach bug?!? ME! It was HORRIBLE! Thank goodness I have this amazing husband who doesn't mind taking care of Caitlin and Harrison for me. Well, I stayed home from school on Monday to recover. I slept all morning long and woke up about noon. I was beyond parched, so I marched myself into our kitchen to get something to drink. I must have gotten up too fast because as I was pouring the 7UP into my glass, I passed out and hit my head on the tile floor. I couldn't believe it! Who does that?!? After assessing that I had no broken bones, I realized that I had a softball-sized bump on the back of my head. And a bruise on my elbow. Needless to say, I crawled back into bed (without my 7UP because it was spilled all over the floor at this point) to wait for Randy to come home. Oh--I did manage to fix an ice pack for my softball bump. Randy came home and oooohhed and aaaahhed over my poor head, but said I would be okay. On Tuesday, I went to work, but as I was driving there I got dizzy. So I went to see our school nurse. She sweetly poked and prodded my head (which hurt like the dickens) and said 
