<?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-2640879469163767349</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:07:59.598-04:00</updated><category term='The Most Useless Machine Ever'/><title type='text'>Sometimes things just happen!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-2397134742958933267</id><published>2010-10-22T14:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:19:33.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to go ahead and pretend that it hasn't been 5 months since I last blogged.....&lt;div&gt;So it's time to close the pool, well, that's easy to say isn't it? but i was told that you can't just take all the water out of the pump and throw a cover over it and call it 'winterized'. NO! you have to kill all the algae that's been growing for the past month or so...yeah. Well, 10 gallons of bleach later the pool water is now blue (not clear but blue).  Now comes phase 2, baking soda. By the way, there seems to be a limit to the amount of baking soda that you can buy before you get weird looks.....I think that it's about 60 lbs but I'm not quite sure. (?) I told Chris that we were going to go swimming one more time before we closed the pool. It's been about 78* during the day so it is possible.&lt;div&gt;Tonight is our little elementary school's homecoming. :) My little Melia is a cheerleader and seems to have a little admirer from the football team. awww. I find all of this very fascinating, the whole cheerleader/football player thing. I was in the marching band so I got to see such things. It's high school all over again! LOL. Anyway, tonight is the dance and tomorrow is the big game!  I love our home games! Go team!&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/2640879469163767349-2397134742958933267?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2397134742958933267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=2397134742958933267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2397134742958933267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2397134742958933267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-going-to-go-ahead-and-pretend-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-2328315369973545417</id><published>2010-05-21T16:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T17:31:41.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Ranting and Raving</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again....end of course tests! These tests are pretty much a reflection of h&lt;i&gt;ow well the teacher is teaching&lt;/i&gt; and then how well the student grasps the material. With that said, THERE IS WAY TO MUCH PRESSURE PUT ON OUR LITTLE 3RD, 4TH, AND 5TH GRADERS!!!! Every year Sydney becomes a stressed out mess! This year is no different. She took her Science EOG (end of grade test) and scored a fantastic 99%! She's an A/B honor roll student and has no serious problems until this time of year. Well, today I get a phone call from the guidance department at the school. They said that Sydney had a melt down in class because, Sydney's words, "she made a stupid mistake". She was excused to the bathroom to collect herself but when a teacher found her she was on the floor rocking back and forth and saying that she hated herself! (poor kid!) I know that Sydney goes through this &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; year but the school seems to get really concerned and we go through all the bullshit of talk about counseling and talk of home life and any major changes....yeah, that's it...every year at this time our home life falls apart but all the rest of the year we're just fine......hhhhhhhhh!!!! I'm just so tired of this run around crap! I know my kid and she's just stressed out about the testing, but there seems to be a team of people that don't trust me or her. I keep telling them to just let it go, let her work through it in her own way but all they want to do it keep talking about it which bothers her/embarrasses her and makes her even more upset and then they think she has more of a problem! I'm all for the help if there &lt;i&gt;were &lt;/i&gt;a serious problem but this is just what happens every year when the teachers put the pressure on about the EOGs. Did I mention that the test scores help the teachers keep their jobs?  Yeah, it's real cut throat for everyone...nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-2328315369973545417?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2328315369973545417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=2328315369973545417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2328315369973545417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2328315369973545417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-ranting-and-raving.html' title='Some Ranting and Raving'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-8621558757049682021</id><published>2010-04-12T17:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:27:58.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt Drugs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For all my health needs I turn to Butt Drugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYYdF0zcuSI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYYdF0zcuSI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-8621558757049682021?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8621558757049682021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=8621558757049682021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8621558757049682021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8621558757049682021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2010/04/butt-drugs.html' title='Butt Drugs!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-5437082813844485605</id><published>2010-04-01T11:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:21:00.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got pranked!!</title><content type='html'>Last night Mr. Cat went outside for his usual pounce-on-bugs-in-the-yard excursion and was nowhere to be seen when I put Melia to bed (he sleeps with her). Well, it came time for me to hit the hay and still no cat. I was not in the mood to stand outside calling, "kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty!" in that higher tone of voice in which you call a cat, nor did I wish to sound like a crazy person for all the valley to hear, so I just went to bed. I figured it was a warm night and he could just camp out somewhere.  I got the girls up and off to school, did my normal morning things, and still no Mr. Cat to be seen.  I asked the dogs to go find the cat but they just looked at me like I was ridiculous and were no help whatsoever. I got a little worried that Mr. Cat had gone off somewhere and was in trouble! So I did the whole, "Kitty, kitty, kitty!" in the higher tone of voice in which you call a cat....still no cat! hummm...this is not good. I went into Melia's room to turn off her fan, went up a few steps of her bunk bed (so I could reach the switch on top of the fan that is sitting on her dresser) and Mr. Cat jumps up from the bed and I was like, "Holy Moses!!" and I nearly fell to the floor!! He then starts purring and pacing back and forth obviously very proud of himself for pulling off this funny April fools day prank!  After I got over the initial shock and rush of adrenaline I had myself a good little chuckle! Oh, Mr. Cat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-5437082813844485605?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5437082813844485605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=5437082813844485605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5437082813844485605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5437082813844485605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-pranked.html' title='I got pranked!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-3947969358907100979</id><published>2010-03-03T18:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:39:32.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need A Laugh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just 'cleaning up' some of my bookmarks and came upon this. Thought I'd share it with you! Seems to cheer me up when I'm having a tough day. I hope it does the same for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="pageurl=http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/781410/&amp;amp;file=http://media.ebaumsworld.com/2008/07/781410/Skype.flv&amp;amp;mediaid=781410&amp;amp;title=Skype Laughter Chain&amp;amp;tags=Skype,laughter,chain,lol,viral,Contagious,high,Quality,dad,barn,nassima&amp;amp;description=Try not to laugh.&amp;amp;displayheight=325&amp;amp;backcolor=0x0d0d0d&amp;amp;lightoclor=0x336699&amp;amp;frontcolor=0xcccccc&amp;amp;image=http://media.ebaumsworld.com/2008/07/781410/skype.jpg&amp;amp;username=ebaum" wmode="transparent" loop="false" menu="false" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="425" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://ad.yieldmanager.com/pixel?id=598703&amp;amp;t=2&amp;amp;cb=54962" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-3947969358907100979?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3947969358907100979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=3947969358907100979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3947969358907100979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3947969358907100979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2010/03/need-laugh.html' title='Need A Laugh?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-1687307577424738497</id><published>2010-02-12T19:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:44:47.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turns out I'm a Baboon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took a personality test that my sister Marsha took (she was a sheep) and it turns out I'm a baboon. Go figure! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://animalinyou.com/results.php"&gt;http://animalinyou.com/results.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; The Baboon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aah, the lighter side of the animal kingdom. It takes brains to be quick witted and amusing and the baboon has plenty of them. But, these are also affectionate creatures, and if you were to watch a family of baboons at play, you'd be struck by the relaxed attitude and the constant touching that goes on between them. There is also a very clear hierarchy in the baboon family. Parents rule the roost, ever ready to teach and chastise misbehaving youngsters, and the husband assumes his role as dominant male. But the ideal of all work and no play makes the baboon's skin crawl, so games and lighthearted fun remain the primary focus of its genteel life.&lt;br /&gt;Baboon personalities come in all shapes and sizes, but are usually powerfully built smaller individuals with bright appealing eyes. Intelligent and shrewd, they are highly adaptable individuals, and as students of the lighter side of life there is nothing they enjoy more than indulging in complicated practical jokes or impromptu comedic performances.&lt;br /&gt;Arguably, they are neither handsome nor plain, and their robust personalities are engaging and charming. Little value is placed on physical exertion and they have a tendency to gain weight in later life. Their most noticeable physical characteristic is an elastic and expressive face, and with their animated communication style they delight in being the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;Intensely social animals, they work hard to maintain their large, well-run families and insist on order in their households -- brooking no disagreement from their mates or children. They'll never back down from a physical confrontation, although they are rarely aggressive towards members of their own family. When threatened, they are formidable fighters and even larger animal personalities think twice before initiating conflict.&lt;br /&gt;Disdain for physical work leaves them dissatisfied with manual labor unless it contains a strong creative component. In fact, the Kung people of Southern Africa believe that baboons are able to talk but are careful not to let people hear them, lest they be made to work. However, their curious nature makes them perfect for investigative work or journalism. Ultimately however, they only find true happiness when performing as comedians or actors. They function best during the daylight hours, preferring to spend nights quietly in the company of their family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-1687307577424738497?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/1687307577424738497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=1687307577424738497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1687307577424738497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1687307577424738497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2010/02/turns-out-im-baboon.html' title='Turns out I&apos;m a Baboon'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-8044096627804887810</id><published>2010-02-06T18:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:30:27.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Most Useless Machine Ever'/><title type='text'>The Most Useless Machine Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only the music came with this little machine, I'd play with it all day! It's like the thing does NOT want to be turned on and if you keep flipping that switch then he will just keep coming out and flipping the switch the other way...he's stubborn like that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guy: "ON"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Machine: "OFF"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guy: "ON! ON!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Machine: "OFF!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guy: "ON! ON! ON!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Machine: "OFF!! Dude, quit bugging me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z86V_ICUCD4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z86V_ICUCD4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-8044096627804887810?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8044096627804887810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=8044096627804887810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8044096627804887810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8044096627804887810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2010/02/most-useless-machine-ever.html' title='The Most Useless Machine Ever'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-8443521451436123110</id><published>2010-01-25T21:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:33:24.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things got worse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So things with the driveway got bad. People/me/Terry kept getting stuck and the driveway became impassable. Well, it &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; been at least 15 years since the drive has seen any new layer of gravel. We got 13 inches of snow before Christmas, a bunch of rain, and it's been freezing and thawing ever since. Something had to be done! So, I bit the bullet and hired my man Terry to reinvent our driveway. (how else can I get him to finish the pool deck?? ;) ) He pulled out the posts (that Chris has been meaning to pull out for years) and moved the drive over about 30 feet and is going to put ditches on both sides, which should solve the washing/draining issues. Terry made all the arrangements to have about 50 tons of gravel delivered to build up my drive. He spent 9 tractor hours (that's how he's payed after all) pushing dirt around enough to have the gravel dumped. Luckily, he likes me enough to only charge me half price. (good to have friends who know how to do stuff I always say) Here's a picture of the progress. When I woke up that morning Terry was just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plowin&lt;/span&gt;' away and there were 3 dump trucks just waiting to get at it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430868446211683746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/S15SE-5TNaI/AAAAAAAABDY/es1Z5w1d5SU/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the end of the day though, it looked just AWFUL! basically like the above picture! Everything was covered with the classic red Carolina mud. Boo hiss! I felt like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; "I spent $1,500 for this????" BUT...we got a hard rain that washed all the mud off of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pricey&lt;/span&gt; rocks that I had put on the drive and the driveway is actually passable now and looks like something &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; been done to it. After things dry up a bit we'll get another load or 2 of gravel and then some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crush'n'run&lt;/span&gt; dumped on top and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; we should be set for the next 15 years!(?) Again, it is all looking great in a birth-is-messy sort of way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-8443521451436123110?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8443521451436123110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=8443521451436123110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8443521451436123110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8443521451436123110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-got-worse.html' title='Things got worse...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/S15SE-5TNaI/AAAAAAAABDY/es1Z5w1d5SU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-3465507369834103738</id><published>2010-01-20T12:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:24:06.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Deck and Driveway Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Construction on the pool has begun! The deck wraps around the back half of the pool and is going to be 8 ft wide. It looks much bigger, wider, and is pricier than I expected but is exactly what I wanted so...I'm happy! All the space under the deck will be mulched and used for storage of pool equipment. I've hired my friend Terry to build it since I've seen his work and he's such an anal perfectionist. (exactly the type for a job such as this!) It took him and Carlo about 6 working hours to get it framed up and during this time he asked me why I couldn't just have a square pool because he would have been about half way done by now!? Look, he knew what he was getting into! He drew up the plans for cripes sake! I told him just to be quiet and get on with it. LOL. Yup, that's how we roll! Anyway, things are looking great, in a birth-is-messy sort of way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428884296649497810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/S1dFgRx9XNI/AAAAAAAABCw/bpzVa5ULdr4/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I seem to be losing my yard, but hey, less to mow right? That pile of stuff in the bottom right is a pile of mulch. We need more....lots more.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428884292096480162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/S1dFgA0b06I/AAAAAAAABCo/nyjkmm92ees/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in no &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;rush to get the deck finished because, well, there's still about a 6 inch layer of ice floating around on top of the water and I/we don't plan to become part of any polar bear club any time soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428884284368562162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/S1dFfkB9J_I/AAAAAAAABCg/GvB0Rb7xlz8/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So while construction continues in the backyard, major construction needs to happen on my driveway! OMG it's never been &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428891154430116210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/S1dLvdARQXI/AAAAAAAABDA/eWIn0c39x4A/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Piles and ruts of icky, sticky, red Carolina mud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428891150729939714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/S1dLvPOFCwI/AAAAAAAABC4/0EW29UNkCNk/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I don't know who, or how, or how much it will cost (basically the details), but I know it has to be fixed! Ok, here's the problem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the construction/dug up yard + the mud in my driveway &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+ two smallish dogs who like to frolic = serious (&lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;) dirt/mud in my house! ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just picture eight of these (but &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; dirtier) jumping onto the couch, bed, anywhere they please....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428893784087377122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/S1dOIhPatOI/AAAAAAAABDI/49QGMhtp8yk/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But my dogs know the drill. I stop them at the door and say, "hold up!" or "hold the phone!" or "back the truck up!". They know my tone and Max just stops and Tater...well, she's working on it. So, if they're outside and I'm not ready for them yet I shut the door in their face and they will give me the what-do-you-mean-I-can't-come-in-right-now? look. They completely understand when I come back to the door with my sleeves pushed up or, worse yet, &lt;em&gt;a towel&lt;/em&gt;! ooooo... Yup, they know that if either of those things happen it's feet cleaning time! If the feet situation requires, I snatch them up and plop their little rumps on the side of the sink and they get a feet bath! Max will sit very quietly. I like to think that he is thinking, "I love you, thank you so much for caring for me." but what he is probably thinking is, "Oh man, this is so degrading!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I sure can't wait until things dry up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-3465507369834103738?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3465507369834103738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=3465507369834103738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3465507369834103738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3465507369834103738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2010/01/pool-deck-and-driveway-issues.html' title='Pool Deck and Driveway Issues'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/S1dFgRx9XNI/AAAAAAAABCw/bpzVa5ULdr4/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-7520738010826847630</id><published>2010-01-15T22:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:02:44.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I went into work as a shadow....ooooo...creeeepy! So, during my time there I basically just watched the experienced people prepare tax returns. It was great and I learned &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;. (people itemizing and all that) This has been the first job that I've had where time actually flew by! The best part of my work day (yeah, I have a "work day" :) ) was that I got an official NAME TAG! (it's the small things really) This name tag is magnetic! The name tag itself has a metal strip on it and there's a  magnetic strip that sticks onto the name tag through your shirt, so much better than the pin type! so cool! AND it has MY name on it stating that I'm a tax preparer! I know!! can you believe it??? how super fab is that? ::giggles:: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, after 'shadowing' I now feel great/confident and really excited about doing it on my own. Did I mention how everyone in the office is really nice? In fact, Sandy (the office Accountant) made chili that tasted like heaven! I'm so happy with my job!!!! I once had a job as a cashier in our local Ingles and I absolutely HATED that job, lasted all of 6 weeks! I was afraid that I would never be happy working out 'there'. Well, as it turns out I will be! yay! I'M SO EXCITED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-7520738010826847630?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/7520738010826847630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=7520738010826847630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7520738010826847630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7520738010826847630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2010/01/name-tags.html' title='Name Tags'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-6759349239286361102</id><published>2010-01-14T15:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:31:47.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;About a year ago, after I graduated from GWU, my aunt Meda suggested that I talk to a woman that she goes to church with who owns a Jackson Hewitt about the tax class that they give every year. So this summer I went in and had a job interview with the office manager, Stacie (a true gem of a lady!) and got some info about starting tax classes. Long story short, I took the class and got the job! Yay! (not everyone who takes the class gets the job.) It kinda felt like back in high school when I went out for a part in a play...I got the part, I got the part!!! Yeah, it was like that. So I had to go out and buy new clothes for my "work wardrobe" because no jeans allowed! I went shopping and was very successful! (that's a rare occurrence) I came home with 3 pairs of slacks (LOL! slacks...haha! sorry that's a word that older people use and now I'm using it. ::giggles:: ), a sweater, and new (high heel platform type) shoes. The shoes were a must because well, I'm short and the pants weren't so I pretty much NEED the platform type shoes. Funny thing is that when I come home and take them off I feel SO short, like I've come down a few stories! Anyway, I've been in training for the past week. The super fabulous thing?....I actually get PAID to learn things! again I say...YAY! Well, today I passed all the state required tests and tomorrow I get to shadow people and Monday....I get to be the one on the other side of the desk (dressed all professional) and looking like I know what I'm doing! Things are going great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so glad to get out of this house and join society again! It got to the point where I would wake up, take the kids to school, and sit in front of the computer until I finally got around to take a shower. Of course there's always laundry, dishes, yada, yada, yada....you know, all the bitch work (yeah, I said it). BOOO!!! I'd clean the house but to no real end! The kids come home and put their stuff everywhere anyway (not to mention the blanket fort that is always in the living room!) sigh. Needless to say, I'm enjoying this new era in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-6759349239286361102?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/6759349239286361102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=6759349239286361102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6759349239286361102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6759349239286361102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-4827597284468999603</id><published>2009-12-21T22:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:31:51.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Interactive Adventure with Chad Matt &amp; Rob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The Murder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNGhSk_gamk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNGhSk_gamk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had some trouble loading the video but here's the link. Take a look...it's like one of those create you're own adventure books from days gone by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-4827597284468999603?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/4827597284468999603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=4827597284468999603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4827597284468999603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4827597284468999603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-interactive-adventure-with-chad.html' title='Another Interactive Adventure with Chad Matt &amp; Rob'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-7781428794917244185</id><published>2009-12-01T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:46:43.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Surprised Kitty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5411fdc2e39ba0b1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5411fdc2e39ba0b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AEDA87621E50E83DCF94D84FABDEB03319B4872.42543CBDEEB8615C1C6963358A5C3D4D4CCAC197%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5411fdc2e39ba0b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPC6Px41y0NyFSNtJyspalZruZEM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5411fdc2e39ba0b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AEDA87621E50E83DCF94D84FABDEB03319B4872.42543CBDEEB8615C1C6963358A5C3D4D4CCAC197%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5411fdc2e39ba0b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPC6Px41y0NyFSNtJyspalZruZEM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-7781428794917244185?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/7781428794917244185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=7781428794917244185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7781428794917244185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7781428794917244185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/12/surprised-kitty.html' title='Surprised Kitty'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-7226842255510991175</id><published>2009-11-25T00:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:39:41.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farmer's Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; catchy little tune! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-380d53724cd009b5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D380d53724cd009b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D836E83459AB58C9A5D13AC73456C0C93B821F3EB.5CBB7067BAEA0AF4F0A87921FB53A7574A41DB6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D380d53724cd009b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dhz18J58X-OCO5B7ykO4uwn6EMT0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D380d53724cd009b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D836E83459AB58C9A5D13AC73456C0C93B821F3EB.5CBB7067BAEA0AF4F0A87921FB53A7574A41DB6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D380d53724cd009b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dhz18J58X-OCO5B7ykO4uwn6EMT0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-7226842255510991175?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/7226842255510991175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=7226842255510991175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7226842255510991175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7226842255510991175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/11/farmers-daughter.html' title='The Farmer&apos;s Daughter'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-8793125593635756362</id><published>2009-11-23T18:25:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:44:49.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtAvbwcPeI/AAAAAAAABAk/b_z5vZ4NZlA/s1600/DSC_5886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407486961237376482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtAvbwcPeI/AAAAAAAABAk/b_z5vZ4NZlA/s320/DSC_5886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407490895908516594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtEUdjJMvI/AAAAAAAABBE/Pgcaqw92gIw/s320/DSC_5931+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;We had our family pictures taken by a wonderful photographer, Brian Streett. It was such a fun day and the pictures turned out better than we've ever had done before! Actually, we've never had a family picture taken but we're VERY happy with them. Chris and I had our picture taken with Sydney when she was a baby but the &lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt; of us have never had photos taken all together so this was a real treat! We went to South Mountain State park and it was a gloomy day I'll have you know, but it turns out it's perfect for photos! Yay! So, we sat on rocks and walked around acting "natural" which is really hard to do when you know that your being photoed! I posted most of the pictures on FaceBook and played around with some too. This is my favorite of me and Chris. It looks great in color too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407444712785071506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwsaUQAeTZI/AAAAAAAAA_0/W0UFyl-BL-k/s320/chris+%26+Becky+b%26w.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Our little Sydney Liz is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407491265390480898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtEp9-gjgI/AAAAAAAABBM/IGUzqoHSaLU/s320/DSC_5904+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and the camera loves her....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407495184508144626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtIOF0-S_I/AAAAAAAABB0/Td4_KxI3yys/s320/DSC_5901.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Truely lovely...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407496167945252946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtJHVapsFI/AAAAAAAABCQ/DqYSiCTBwEE/s320/DSC_5911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and so interested in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407496166890465058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtJHRfK5yI/AAAAAAAABCY/w1Uc-jtaZMw/s320/DSC_5950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407491268716357298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtEqKXdZrI/AAAAAAAABBU/6xVsdoDwl4k/s320/DSC_5912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played around with this one. I put a teal tint on it. This is Sydney if she was in the Twilight movies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407486251137699794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtAGGbfD9I/AAAAAAAABAU/MTU1SOXWSJk/s320/Sydney+twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Melia has the most expressive face I've seen on such a little person. One minute she looks like she has the powers to kill you and burn down your house... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407486714500722546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtAhEl1r3I/AAAAAAAABAc/04KXNTnTvw4/s320/DSC_5957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the next she is melancholy in the woods...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407486242977752898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtAFoCAJ0I/AAAAAAAABAM/lhJ_pisp1_Y/s320/Melia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;or a thinking little cutie...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407491268812376530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtEqKuWidI/AAAAAAAABBc/5lp_CfWPhEU/s320/DSC_5966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;but all the time lovely.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407485957721770386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sws_1BXrSZI/AAAAAAAABAE/KSRhhc5JBWk/s320/Becky+%26+Melia.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407490890428793266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtEUJIrQbI/AAAAAAAABA8/ZTiGNdwnTSs/s320/DSC_5905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407495021005594242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtIEku7XoI/AAAAAAAABBs/1hyetstc0yc/s320/DSC_6030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-8793125593635756362?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8793125593635756362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=8793125593635756362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8793125593635756362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8793125593635756362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SwtAvbwcPeI/AAAAAAAABAk/b_z5vZ4NZlA/s72-c/DSC_5886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-5626813271337562930</id><published>2009-11-12T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:48:48.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No real story here just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuteness&lt;/span&gt;. It used to be that these two wouldn't lay anywhere near each other and now...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403445248125828274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Svzk0xHP_LI/AAAAAAAAA_s/KpO72CINaSQ/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-5626813271337562930?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5626813271337562930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=5626813271337562930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5626813271337562930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5626813271337562930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-cute.html' title='Just Cute'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Svzk0xHP_LI/AAAAAAAAA_s/KpO72CINaSQ/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-1787951657900059437</id><published>2009-11-12T23:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:49:14.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Rosanne Cash's 'Runaway Train' that I woke up to the other day. It drove me CRAZY because I could NOT figure out how to find this on YouTube! I kept getting other songs about other runaway trains. Well, I finally asked my good friend Kenneth about the song and he knew all about it, who sung it when it was recorded and on and on...funny he's a HUGE 80's hair metal guy, but he seems to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whiz&lt;/span&gt; on any type of music trivia. I should have called him the first thing that morning to ask who sung it! Next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aApAFwZRxuU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aApAFwZRxuU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still have no clue who runs that neighborhood....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-1787951657900059437?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/1787951657900059437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=1787951657900059437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1787951657900059437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1787951657900059437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/11/runaway-train.html' title='Runaway Train'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-2645715746581158035</id><published>2009-11-09T11:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:23:26.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alarm Clocks</title><content type='html'>Chris and I have a sort of alarm clock system. His clock is set about 10 mins fast (something about tricking his brain to think that it's later than it actually is....whatever) and mine is set on regular time. His alarm is set for the radio and mine is that annoying buzzer and we each take turns pushing snooze until it is actually time to get up. Well, this morning his alarm went off and it was a female country singer singing, "our love has turned into...." then he pushes snooze and I sing (although half a sleep) ...."a runaway train". Now I'll have THAT song in my head for the rest of the day and I'll search all of YouTube to find the artist and hear the entire song so that one phrase doesn't drive me mad. (who sings that song anyway?) Then nine minuets later the news comes on, "...The van was found to have musical instruments and police also found (they said the weight but like I said before I was half asleep) heroin. (they said some other words that I don't remember) "and the neighborhood is run by....." THEN HE SHUTS IT OFF! Who runs the neighborhood???? Is it the cops? a gang? the neighborhood watch? WHO? I ask Chris, "who runs the neighborhood?" He says, "I don't care. I shut it off." WHAT?! how is it that he isn't even a little curious?, how can he hear half a story and not wonder about the rest? So, I'm left wondering and pondering....who runs that neighborhood? where is that neighborhood? what happened to the van filled with heroin??? Why do we have this stupid alarm clock system anyway?!&lt;br /&gt;BTW~ Rosanne Cash sings the song runaway train. took me until 10:25 pm to find out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-2645715746581158035?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2645715746581158035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=2645715746581158035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2645715746581158035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2645715746581158035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/11/alarm-clocks.html' title='Alarm Clocks'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-3373170282561670106</id><published>2009-11-04T16:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:29:06.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy days with Mr. Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SvHt0LxqEYI/AAAAAAAAA_c/szcXmJIb6GU/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Melia&lt;/span&gt; has a cat. Yes, the cat is most definitely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Melia's&lt;/span&gt;. He sleeps with her, he follows her, and he purrs whenever he is around her. He is definitely her cat. His name was originally Smokey and has since changed to Mr. Cat. It seems that all of our pets get their name changed, actually it's a family tradition. You name your pet then give them a nick name and the name just sticks. My sister Marsha is the best at this. She once had a black cat named Licorice and the&lt;br /&gt;cat ended up with the name "Moose".  The cat lived a really long time and turned psychotic...just FYI. But I digress, as of late Mr. Cat is going through a growth spurt....he eats and sleeps...and grows....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400358891131457298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SvHtzJWDTxI/AAAAAAAAA-8/k6cW0MlKuuQ/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last week he was racing around the house, would stop and then just jump in the air and then run away, you know, normal cat behavior, this week.....snooze city!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400358893341665122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SvHtzRlAZ2I/AAAAAAAAA_E/rX-CKwNJlQc/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He's really cute and we have no problems with him at all! A big difference from the cats that Chris and I got when we first got married! We had weird problems with them! Our girl cat had some crazy bowl problem where she would spray crap all over my kitchen! I had her checked by a vet and she was perfectly healthy but would have crazy crap attacks all over my kitchen! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? She soon became an outside cat...no such problems with Mr. Cat.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400358900647388898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SvHtzsy05uI/AAAAAAAAA_M/w9_WYdmQCsI/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He does have an appointment on Monday to get fixed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;declawed&lt;/span&gt;.....it will take him awhile to forgive me for that, I'm sure! He still has issue with me for the ear drops! Man, cats are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ornery&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400358904300920914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SvHtz6Z5YFI/AAAAAAAAA_U/ZEQajC5BfU0/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But he's cute and sweet and soft and fits in perfectly and we love him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-3373170282561670106?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3373170282561670106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=3373170282561670106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3373170282561670106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3373170282561670106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/11/lazy-days-with-mr-cat.html' title='Lazy days with Mr. Cat'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SvHtzJWDTxI/AAAAAAAAA-8/k6cW0MlKuuQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-3943010560329028235</id><published>2009-11-03T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:31:12.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Max. He is not leash trained. He does not like leashes. He does not like string that looks like it could be used like a leash. He's my buddy and respects me...we have an understanding, I'm in charge and he conforms....mostly. Well, Melia got some glow sticks at school and I thought it would be cute/funny to make Max a 'space dog'. He didn't think that it was that great. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400081626782531698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SvDxoPJ8gHI/AAAAAAAAA-0/j4FvBaY9gzY/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"Why are you doing this to me? You really think this is cute? I'm not moving until you take this thing off of me. I give you 5 seconds to take you're little picture and then I'm out of here! You understand that I'm not chewing the crap out of this thing because you said 'no' right? otherwise I'd be all over this thing! I don't like this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400081621507580258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SvDxn7gTIWI/AAAAAAAAA-s/GzBBH7qdsXw/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"You're seriously going to blog about this aren't you?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-3943010560329028235?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3943010560329028235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=3943010560329028235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3943010560329028235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3943010560329028235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/11/space-dog.html' title='Space Dog'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SvDxoPJ8gHI/AAAAAAAAA-0/j4FvBaY9gzY/s72-c/067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-924117052139546615</id><published>2009-10-31T15:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:46:29.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letterboxing on Holloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few weeks ago I heard about letterboxing from my facebook friend Laurie Eller. It's a type of treasure hunt for letterboxes that are hidden in different places all over the US. So, I checked out my area online and discovered there were a lot! We went to two different ones today in cemeteries. What better time than Halloween to go hunting through a cemetery or two right? The clues took us all around the cemetery and into the woods. Here's Sydney looking in the pile of tree limbs for the box. It was only lightly raining but it added to the mysteriousness of the day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398847160436805954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SuyO41p2UUI/AAAAAAAAA98/LkqEHqLNUeI/s320/letterboxing+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The girls really enjoyed following all the clues, rain and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398847169008829426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SuyO5VllA_I/AAAAAAAAA-E/EhoX4Zt85BU/s320/letterboxing+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We saw this really creepy stone. Looks like a Hollywood movie prop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398847182343334514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SuyO6HQxanI/AAAAAAAAA-U/nmc0J9diq4c/s320/letterboxing+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Just a normal Halloween day walking through the grave yard. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398847177248253394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SuyO50SApdI/AAAAAAAAA-M/ZAAu5owaWYo/s320/letterboxing+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;While we were there we came across the grave of one of Sydney's classmates that died last year. His name was Ayden Crawley and he accidentally hung himself from a tree in his backyard, so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398847744681163714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SuyPa2Iju8I/AAAAAAAAA-c/5g-gR7VcsME/s320/letterboxing+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, it's still raining and doesn't show any signs of stopping...should make for an interesting time trick - or -treating! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-924117052139546615?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/924117052139546615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=924117052139546615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/924117052139546615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/924117052139546615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/10/letterboxing-on-holloween.html' title='Letterboxing on Holloween'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SuyO41p2UUI/AAAAAAAAA98/LkqEHqLNUeI/s72-c/letterboxing+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-535686942692190904</id><published>2009-10-29T13:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:31:40.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate Day....Argh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SunXdd97mlI/AAAAAAAAA90/P5HRefU_l0s/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was dress like a pirate day at Salem elementary school. Just pay a dollar and the kids get to come to school dressed up like a pirate!  (kinda like casual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fridays&lt;/span&gt; at work) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Melia&lt;/span&gt; was all into it! It's amazing...I didn't know that I had pirate clothes just hanging around the house but the outfit turned out great! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Melia&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed the 'finger hook'! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398081348542637010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SunWYuCLo9I/AAAAAAAAA9s/zDdlEPZARh0/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398081341676623138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SunWYUdMlSI/AAAAAAAAA9k/34Bg8Hb1YRQ/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398081332451015186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SunWXyFo-hI/AAAAAAAAA9U/vb-OCBn8Aa4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I told her to make sure she keeps the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bandanna&lt;/span&gt; over her forehead or else she might look like a cleaning lady! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. She looked at me weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-535686942692190904?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/535686942692190904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=535686942692190904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/535686942692190904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/535686942692190904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/10/pirate-dayargh.html' title='Pirate Day....Argh!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SunWYuCLo9I/AAAAAAAAA9s/zDdlEPZARh0/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-1258442493913682499</id><published>2009-10-21T21:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:17:51.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutant Ladybugs</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time (within the last 15 years or so) the farmers in our area were having problems with a sort of fungus or something destroying their crops so the scientists discovered a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mutant&lt;/span&gt; ladybug that would eat the fungus and not harm the crop (or so the story goes...). So now every late October and the weather is nice we are bombarded with mutant ladybugs between the hours of 2 -5 p.m. We're not talking your adorable, bright red, cute little lady bugs here. We're talking about big, dull reddish brown, stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mutant&lt;/span&gt; ladybugs. When I say bombarded I mean BOMBARDED! Just to step outside those suckers land all over you and in your hair and try their darnedest to follow you in the house. Once, at about this time of year, we painted our large oil tank outside and by the time we were done it was covered with said bugs just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wigglin&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squirmin&lt;/span&gt; away. Serves 'em right if you ask me. Anyway, outside is not the only problem. They crawl through any little window screen space and walk all over the windows and fly in crazy circular patterns above the lamps bashing their little bodies on the ceiling....very annoying! The most humane person will take a glass of water and gather the suckers in it and pour the water outside and save the bug. I am not one of those people. I get the vacuum out and suck them up, which is easy if they are just wondering around on a flat surface but it's trickier to suck up a free-flying one that is flying in a circular motion! You see the extension rod on the vacuum is only so long and pulling on it to reach the ceiling to chase down a bug is very tiring and takes determination! (and it probably looks totally ludicrous to anyone watching and not ticked off at a bug) Not only are these bug annoying because they attack you and crawl all over the house but they leave a very stinky stink if you tick them off. The smell is a sort of cross between metal and rotting...no, it smells like rotting metal (if that were possible.) So, every year they crawl out of hibernation, mate, and annoy us like crazy....thanks scientists!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-1258442493913682499?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/1258442493913682499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=1258442493913682499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1258442493913682499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1258442493913682499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/10/mutant-ladybugs.html' title='Mutant Ladybugs'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-104266938174465826</id><published>2009-10-20T10:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:08:05.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I spend most days being followed....I get up to do something and have at least 2 little critters at my heals wondering what I am going to do next. Fluke could really care less but Max and Tater notice my every move. When I go outside to the barn or building Tater will jump up and down at my side and I swear she is thinking..."where are we going? what are we going to do? I bet it'll be fun!? where are we going? oh, boy!" then she'll spot a grasshopper and run to chase it. In the evenings Max will come and sit at my feet and just look at me. He'll tilt his head and talk with his eyes, "you're going to do something interesting aren't you? Isn't it time for you to go to the bathroom? I'll follow you and make sure that everything is safe. It's dark in there you know!" Max, my ever devoted body guard wants to be the first in a room, or won't leave the door if it is shut (no matter what side of the door he is on!) A shut door some how creates little paws that appear under the door, just making sure that I know that they are there. You know, moral support.&lt;br /&gt;Tater loves to keep tabs on the neighborhood (from inside the house). She'll start with a small bark and then break into a full fledged rampage! "I heard something about .4 miles from the house! I must go check it out and let everyone know that I heard it! I must go!" So out she goes and runs around and barks randomly.&lt;br /&gt;I took the girls to the eye dr. for their annual eye exams. I went to the eye dr. at the super-duper deluxe WalMart in Hickory.....SOOOOO much easier than the dr. that is in town! First of all, the dr. in town is so booked that it takes nine (9) months to schedule an appointment and then it takes four (4) weeks for the glasses to come in and there are only a few frames to choose from. What a hassle and so I said forget that! errrrr.... Melia got her eyes examined (well, they actually took pictures of her eyes) in Pre-K and they recommend getting her to an eye dr. Well, they (the eye picture people) harassed me to see if I had taken her to get her eyes examed for months until I told them to basically buzz off. So, Melia wanted glasses and Sydney couldn't didn't want to waste her time with another eye exam. I made an appointment and took them in and come to find out that Melia doesn't need glasses (she was rather disappointed, let me tell ya) and Sydney's Rx changed a bit. So, Sydney picked out really cute purple frames and they arrived in a week! OMG, this was SOOOO much easier than the other BS I/we had to go through! Plus these frames (which were only $9!!) are guaranteed for a full year!&lt;br /&gt;Now Sydney is stylin in her cute and trendy purple frames, short hair cut, and Old Navy wardrobe (we did some fall clothes shopping, had a good time too!).&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my Sydney has hit her tween years. She is 10.5 going on 16...we even put her boobs in training! (don't tell her I'm letting all of you know) She is counting down the days until middle school and lockers. I'm looking forward to it also (not the locker part...well, you know what I mean). I really enjoyed middle school and I think that she will to. She's in the stage where I still exist but I need to keep my distance. She's always been a touch-me-not but now there is added eye rolling. hehe! Ah, the days of adolescents!&lt;br /&gt;We, well Melia, now has a cat. She named him Smokey but I call him Mr. Cat and now everyone calls him Mr. Cat so that is his name. (I need to change his name at the vet's office) Anyway, he was going to be a mostly outside cat but he has become a full fledged inside cat because any pet that I invest $$ in at the vet is going to be well taken care of. I took that little guy for his shots and a check up and we walked out of there with vaccines and tests from everything from rabies to leukemia! (because who wants a cat with leukemia? the radiation treatments alone would kill him and who wants a bald cat?) He had ear mites and I had to put drops in his ears for 5 days. I still don't think he's forgiven me for that...you know how cats can be. Next is getting him fixed and declawed mostly because whenever we play with him we look like scratching posts....we must fix that!&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much it peeps! Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-104266938174465826?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/104266938174465826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=104266938174465826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/104266938174465826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/104266938174465826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/10/mindless-ramblings.html' title='Mindless Ramblings'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-783125813736057510</id><published>2009-09-19T21:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:30:10.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snail Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awww, snail love...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383350910466795826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SrWBIX-mKTI/AAAAAAAAA9M/fQZaZJy5hmw/s320/snailcoffeemug.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;this song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DM7Dc3KfcX0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DM7Dc3KfcX0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-783125813736057510?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/783125813736057510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=783125813736057510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/783125813736057510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/783125813736057510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/09/snail-love.html' title='Snail Love....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SrWBIX-mKTI/AAAAAAAAA9M/fQZaZJy5hmw/s72-c/snailcoffeemug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-4173118563156140082</id><published>2009-07-16T01:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:19:21.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon It's funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting married in a park you take a chance....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358922836699696370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sl637Vw2zPI/AAAAAAAAA8s/b3Y-pVieRxI/s320/weddingnakedstreakers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-4173118563156140082?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/4173118563156140082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=4173118563156140082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4173118563156140082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4173118563156140082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/07/cmon-it-funny.html' title='C&apos;mon It&apos;s funny!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sl637Vw2zPI/AAAAAAAAA8s/b3Y-pVieRxI/s72-c/weddingnakedstreakers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-2993933462339762316</id><published>2009-07-15T22:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:18:44.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at Kool Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  We had a fun day at the Kool Park in Hickory today. Sydney of course, hit the high dive first thing and she said that she wanted to beat her record of 11 jumps, well she did! I asked her on the ride home and she said that she jumped 25 times! sheesh! Next year it will be 51! umm...maybe 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sl6LV2d-HqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/8cHgxsxuIjQ/s1600-h/pool+%26+kool+park+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358873814132203170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sl6LV2d-HqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/8cHgxsxuIjQ/s320/pool+%26+kool+park+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melia enjoyed the bigger part of the pool more this year. She learned how to turn front flips under water and was simply ecstatic! We found a nice shady place (far away from the bee ridden trash cans!!!) and had a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358873822365289330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sl6LWVI5C3I/AAAAAAAAA8c/HlPDZdB5hVM/s320/pool+%26+kool+park+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Both girls had a grand time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358873825403508226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sl6LWgdQlgI/AAAAAAAAA8k/z2vXGo1gBGc/s320/pool+%26+kool+park+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sydney made a friend and the three girls went down the water slide backwards choo-choo style.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358873817052875874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sl6LWBWUDGI/AAAAAAAAA8U/0Gv1XojGqRg/s320/pool+%26+kool+park+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-2993933462339762316?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2993933462339762316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=2993933462339762316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2993933462339762316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2993933462339762316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-at-kool-park.html' title='A Day at Kool Park'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sl6LV2d-HqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/8cHgxsxuIjQ/s72-c/pool+%26+kool+park+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-213842060767585966</id><published>2009-07-09T14:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:26:52.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy Place Mat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was at Wal-Mart yesterday and decided that my dogs deserve a little more class, so I got this doggy 'place mat'. My dogs are messy drinkers and the floor under the water dish was getting very dirty/nasty and this helps with that. I want to get a steam mop soon because my floor is practically impossible to get really clean (Carolina clay is a bugger!). Nice huh? I think so! It's the little things that make a big difference.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356526281644232258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SlY0RedyzkI/AAAAAAAAA8A/c448NUQHuS0/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-213842060767585966?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/213842060767585966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=213842060767585966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/213842060767585966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/213842060767585966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/07/touch-of-class.html' title='Doggy Place Mat'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SlY0RedyzkI/AAAAAAAAA8A/c448NUQHuS0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-3452697624322882028</id><published>2009-07-09T12:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:44:36.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Yesterday the guys from Ken Ray Pools came and put up our pool! It's an 18 foot round above ground pool. I was amazed that it only took one day to put up! They did a great job and I am just loving looking at it, it's so nice! We should be able to get into it later today after the guys come back to make sure the pump runs smoothly. It took about18 hours to fill it up with water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They got to my house at 8:00a and when I woke up at 9:00a this is how far they got. First they scraped the sod off with the bobcat and then put a layer of gravel dust/sand to level out the circle. The main guy (in the hat) I forgot his name, said that there isn't a level yard in Burke County. lol.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356494355514986834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SlYXPIXbEVI/AAAAAAAAA7I/aDOh4SCmyQ4/s320/pool+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then they put down a circle of what looked like roofing shingles to bolt the track for the outside of the pool. The outside of the pool was all one piece that they rolled out and bolted together. The whole process was very interesting.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356494364271916978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SlYXPo_PN7I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/3TqMAlxT6QI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then they set out those side braces, and put in some more sand inside to make the bottom level.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356494366883353426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SlYXPyt2k1I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/GeFBffDFq1o/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't see them put in the liner, they were just to quick I guess. There were so many different liners to choose from so I just went with the one the guy said was the most popular and the prettiest. He was right. I am very happy with it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356494377642296162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SlYXQay_A2I/AAAAAAAAA7o/90ooczX8fps/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then they hammered on the top rim.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356494373867659826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SlYXQMvCojI/AAAAAAAAA7g/l2KILoK89qs/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is! The ladder is really cool. The outside ladder part flips up and can be locked so no one gets in, which will be great until we can get a deck put up. (They do that in the off season.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356499222380735106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SlYbqa2o6oI/AAAAAAAAA7w/qGN8zGgI14I/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I should have moved the poll. lol. Ohhhhh, aaawwww!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356499224980051554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SlYbqkiXVmI/AAAAAAAAA74/sf0lfwtvhgk/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the deck is up I want to do some landscaping. I'm so happy with the pool!! Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-3452697624322882028?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3452697624322882028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=3452697624322882028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3452697624322882028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3452697624322882028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-pool.html' title='New Pool'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SlYXPIXbEVI/AAAAAAAAA7I/aDOh4SCmyQ4/s72-c/pool+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-5634548719115034988</id><published>2009-06-24T13:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:22:31.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach...Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend my girls and I went to a beautiful 10 year vow renewal ceremony on the beach for my bff. The trip was an adventure for sure (365 mile drive with just my girls made me a little nervous) and the ceremony was simply beautiful. The beach was lined with houses and the beaches were very private, a much different atmosphere than the commercial Myrtle Beach. It was nice. The girls enjoyed making sand castles and the beach had lots of shells to gather.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350958028416135362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SkJr-evEsMI/AAAAAAAAA7A/2VK1-IN3Uik/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350952574436852322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SkJnBBFFQmI/AAAAAAAAA6w/YveF50eImH4/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got to hang out at the beach all day before the ceremony. You can't beat a nice relaxing day at the beach!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350952570353303554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SkJnAx3fQAI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ABVH3Z0vNww/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The vow renewal ceremony was just lovely! Teena and Brian walking the isle...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350951581980374354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SkJmHP5BNVI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/LwH3g6aCwRc/s320/4932_1061647230636_1509623985_30145620_5469099_n%5B1%5D+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350947846297428114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SkJitzYzIJI/AAAAAAAAA58/ptx-Zc-PbO8/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teena gave Melia the special job of "shell girl" (instead of flower girl) She felt soooo special and happy to be involved! The girls gathered the shells earlier that day and picked out just the right ones. Melia handed out the shells and we all threw them into the ocean as a part of the ceremony.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350952583784344866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SkJnBj5srSI/AAAAAAAAA64/JTIMdIbfboI/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we are with the "newlyweds"....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350951573342743538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SkJmGvtpa_I/AAAAAAAAA6I/wDaYGIt8AnU/s320/4847_1134119043513_1543420505_324162_5106498_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The pictures that they had taken were just so beautiful! So I snagged some to put here. These guys are so great...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350951583999209298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SkJmHXaWL1I/AAAAAAAAA6g/pOEEiegv0PE/s320/4932_1061649070682_1509623985_30145665_184914_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is one of my favorites! I love the look on Brian's face and to see Teena laying in a white dress in the sand and surf is just not something that you'll see very often! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350951576328291570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SkJmG61dRPI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Ltl5VhZ1LFg/s320/4847_1134110483299_1543420505_324149_1648879_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-5634548719115034988?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5634548719115034988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=5634548719115034988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5634548719115034988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5634548719115034988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/06/beachagain.html' title='The Beach...Again'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SkJr-evEsMI/AAAAAAAAA7A/2VK1-IN3Uik/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-6976957957170690625</id><published>2009-06-18T12:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:16:56.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today Sydney got her braces off! She had her teeth cleaned just a few days ago so she has a beautiful gleaming smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What her smile looked like one year ago...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348714387400024194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjpzZYn_4II/AAAAAAAAA5c/KbdXvYP93R4/s320/100_0478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348714896035723458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sjpz2_cMuMI/AAAAAAAAA5k/9XRz2CpmC5g/s320/100_0465.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And today!....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348714896476727106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sjpz3BFV50I/AAAAAAAAA5s/H5ERT1a59ks/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her back teeth are still coming in so the orthodontist put in a semi permeate retainer that is glued to the back of her front top four teeth.  I'm glad it's glued in there...it won't get lost or thrown out that way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-6976957957170690625?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/6976957957170690625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=6976957957170690625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6976957957170690625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6976957957170690625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-smile.html' title='A beautiful smile!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjpzZYn_4II/AAAAAAAAA5c/KbdXvYP93R4/s72-c/100_0478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-5253947227105832000</id><published>2009-06-16T11:55:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:13:27.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Trip 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This past weekend we went to Myrtle Beach, SC. We had a great time! Our good friend Ken came along with us so I got to have the back seat all to myself. (easier to catch some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Z's&lt;/span&gt;!) This was my view on our way there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347955661881794978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfBVv0A4aI/AAAAAAAAA2k/LfIMG_PTRtU/s320/beach+trip+09+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347955680258600018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfBW0RYrFI/AAAAAAAAA3E/60ec9tCpSLg/s320/beach+trip+09+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We set up the car DVD players and the girls watched some videos and watched the scenery. They traveled really nicely this year. The trip took us about 6.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347955664622640514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfBV6Be3YI/AAAAAAAAA2s/669YWHPZqhs/s320/beach+trip+09+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347955667799900610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfBWF3AAcI/AAAAAAAAA20/CIEByKsA8YM/s320/beach+trip+09+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was my view of Chris. Don't you love the fuzzy handcuffs that I have on the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347955676576672914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfBWmji7JI/AAAAAAAAA28/iGXe46LtKPM/s320/beach+trip+09+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stayed at a nice hotel along the coast but our view was a side view of the beach. It seems that you either get a nice suite with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; view or a nice view with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; suite. A suite works best for us because we like to bring some of our own food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347959101328689458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfEd8wDiTI/AAAAAAAAA3k/fFt7jQERh0Y/s320/beach+trip+09+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; This was our hotel looking at it from the beach. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347959087079748562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfEdHq189I/AAAAAAAAA3M/_BYKczqjBBQ/s320/beach+trip+09+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The kitchen faucet was a bit loose so Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tightened&lt;/span&gt; it up. Such a handy man to have around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347959103277963426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfEeEAzGKI/AAAAAAAAA3s/A2IHuE1xJJ8/s320/beach+trip+09+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We don't have any palm trees at home so I always like to get a picture of some. They seem to grow were it's really hot, sandy and flat....not a place I want to hang my hat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347959093294199634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfEde0e81I/AAAAAAAAA3U/DVC2p4Ns3TY/s320/beach+trip+09+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We stayed on the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor and spent a lot of our time in the elevator.....picking people up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dropping&lt;/span&gt; them off.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347962174169815570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfHQz-eGhI/AAAAAAAAA30/f-NWwBxPVe0/s320/beach+trip+09+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really do wonder why hotels don't have buttons for the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor. Does that mean that the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor is the actual 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor or is there a floor that they use for something else? Could it be a floor to another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dimension&lt;/span&gt;? weird...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347959094808121794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfEdkdbkcI/AAAAAAAAA3c/fo44g3vc-qA/s320/beach+trip+09+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we finally did make it off of the elevator we had a grand time swimming in the ocean. The water was a great temperature and the waves were the perfect size for some boogie boarding. Sydney and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Melia&lt;/span&gt; caught some serious waves...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347963315586914146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfITQFg12I/AAAAAAAAA38/2qIOasfeRhk/s320/beach+trip+09+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347963322799482418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfITq9H5jI/AAAAAAAAA4E/W9ebfPy6UpA/s320/beach+trip+09+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Melia&lt;/span&gt; found a friend to play with in the sand....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347963325329175906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfIT0YP9WI/AAAAAAAAA4M/d5jTaTvpcpk/s320/beach+trip+09+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love how this picture turned out of Sydney! It's really hard to tell how the pictures look because the sun is so bright!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347963336464773986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfIUd3Ls2I/AAAAAAAAA4U/iTAndyz68OE/s320/beach+trip+09+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ken and Chris pretty much looked like this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; the day...beach bums! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347965700487461122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfKeEiHOQI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7mRElSlFn4A/s320/beach+trip+09+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hotel had a lot of nice pools. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347965705006942498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfKeVXpCSI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Yvbi6esK_bw/s320/beach+trip+09+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The main pool had a swim up bar....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347965707934474562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfKegRnoUI/AAAAAAAAA4s/XbF7V_hNnrc/s320/beach+trip+09+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my girls with their new sunglasses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347967575443328114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfMLNSbTHI/AAAAAAAAA40/fscpAvgCaxw/s320/beach+trip+09+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had Chris take a picture of me as proof that I was actually there on vacation and not just as a photographer.  Ta-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347967588707377298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfML-s0oJI/AAAAAAAAA5E/dj700mDGKaU/s320/beach+trip+09+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beach can really wear you out!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347967577780431954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfMLV_orFI/AAAAAAAAA48/t-TlgDKFxhk/s320/beach+trip+09+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Had to stop at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart before we went home....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347967591854245122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfMMKbGBQI/AAAAAAAAA5M/x8iWI2ztjeU/s320/beach+trip+09+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I came home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; but this is only the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of our summer.  We will go back to the coast this weekend to see a good friend of mine renew some wedding vows, Sydney has camp, we're going up to PA, the list goes on and on....just hope we all make it with our sanity!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-5253947227105832000?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5253947227105832000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=5253947227105832000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5253947227105832000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5253947227105832000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/06/beach-trip-09.html' title='Beach Trip 09'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SjfBVv0A4aI/AAAAAAAAA2k/LfIMG_PTRtU/s72-c/beach+trip+09+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-825113342092921766</id><published>2009-06-05T18:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:19:38.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Jibber Jabber</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let me just say that Laurie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eller&lt;/span&gt; has a fabulous blog that I follow daily. She makes beautiful beads and jewelery! Well, I was looking at her blog and saw this precious clip one of her friends gave her. This baby girl has obviously had a great day and wants to talk all about it. Some great things happened and Momma was there too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Reminds me of when Sydney would go on and on at about this age. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b98c10d0b35232e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b98c10d0b35232e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D346D2D9912F5BEE7C15A2DDAEBEF25C863A06419.50E8C96177D22643825BC430684B90D98D0E3B61%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b98c10d0b35232e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYqvbKUtkEdztHSCIhpo5ugXgquo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b98c10d0b35232e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D346D2D9912F5BEE7C15A2DDAEBEF25C863A06419.50E8C96177D22643825BC430684B90D98D0E3B61%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b98c10d0b35232e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYqvbKUtkEdztHSCIhpo5ugXgquo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks Laurie for the great clip!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-825113342092921766?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4b98c10d0b35232e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/825113342092921766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=825113342092921766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/825113342092921766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/825113342092921766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-jibber-jabber.html' title='Baby Jibber Jabber'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-4974507113547272455</id><published>2009-06-05T14:27:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:07:43.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Melia's Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today Melia graduated from pre-k! yay! The class sang some songs for all the parents. It was so darling! Awww....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343913275331028754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Silkz4aZpxI/AAAAAAAAA1c/7l6G4wx6D3Y/s320/melia+graduation+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was sitting on the front row (I'm a dedicated parent. lol) so it took two pictures to get the entire class.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343913284932479682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Silk0cLkKsI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Gdn5m3NGaYY/s320/melia+graduation+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343913279090935154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Silk0Ga1RXI/AAAAAAAAA1k/WqJZEAZpRuM/s320/melia+graduation+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The class is very unique. There are 3 little deaf boys, all have their own interpreters, 2 kids who have deaf parents, and 3 kids who have parents who are teachers (the principle's son is in the class also). It's been a wonderful year in a wonderful class. Melia opened the program with a welcome....wait for it..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-78aea1e1f3262c88" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78aea1e1f3262c88%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E30B6447143946961DAB507F313A82FBC440351.22CC5E3DB320263FC2750C62BC24316B98C4B5CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78aea1e1f3262c88%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhQDnp6WKegTUkqavM1wKvhFz-Mo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78aea1e1f3262c88%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E30B6447143946961DAB507F313A82FBC440351.22CC5E3DB320263FC2750C62BC24316B98C4B5CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78aea1e1f3262c88%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhQDnp6WKegTUkqavM1wKvhFz-Mo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not quite sure how I have the tallest kid in the class? Seriously, she'd like 4 inches taller than everyone else! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then they sang a song with sign language. You can tell who uses sign language at home! lol. so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-33169cc090739b6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D033169cc090739b6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3788D6DF661A571A78A9F9E1480E3F2B567C744A.4CDA879C096D5F7C3F176AF8365A52F2E52F1F87%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33169cc090739b6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt_ibtP9MB6GAZfuzNarSdo448BE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D033169cc090739b6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3788D6DF661A571A78A9F9E1480E3F2B567C744A.4CDA879C096D5F7C3F176AF8365A52F2E52F1F87%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33169cc090739b6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt_ibtP9MB6GAZfuzNarSdo448BE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They also got to demonstrate a song that they learned in kindermusic. This is an African song game. The kids loved this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bbc31685e20372ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbbc31685e20372ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24B68D19E38DD5CA27ACA590AE5C0B2C4C620624.6A626198907AB71F1022E9776FFB60D669F4A3E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbbc31685e20372ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOuTm5kEGSlzOlZAku9w07iNoREw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbbc31685e20372ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24B68D19E38DD5CA27ACA590AE5C0B2C4C620624.6A626198907AB71F1022E9776FFB60D669F4A3E1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbbc31685e20372ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOuTm5kEGSlzOlZAku9w07iNoREw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Melia getting her diploma from Mrs. Isbell.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343921765602677378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SilsiFI50oI/AAAAAAAAA2M/P0SPpDjEyZE/s320/melia+graduation+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A proud moment...::sniff sniff::&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343921771834766402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SilsicWv9EI/AAAAAAAAA2U/7Hq15znTrxI/s320/melia+graduation+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The class...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343921776987843330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SilsivjVqwI/AAAAAAAAA2c/lixBediGIdQ/s320/melia+graduation+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-4974507113547272455?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=78aea1e1f3262c88&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bbc31685e20372ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/4974507113547272455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=4974507113547272455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4974507113547272455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4974507113547272455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/06/melias-graduation.html' title='Melia&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Silkz4aZpxI/AAAAAAAAA1c/7l6G4wx6D3Y/s72-c/melia+graduation+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-3476739092558144159</id><published>2009-06-03T17:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:02:10.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute chipmunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little guy is just too cute! 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width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-7408610253624500710</id><published>2009-05-27T15:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:00:22.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Squats</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p88rFB33UJM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p88rFB33UJM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-7408610253624500710?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/7408610253624500710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=7408610253624500710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7408610253624500710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7408610253624500710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/05/dog-squats.html' title='Dog Squats'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-189168187925783390</id><published>2009-05-26T21:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:02:59.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our pool exploded and the clouds were pretty</title><content type='html'>It has been raining, and raining, and raining. Well, our pool didn't fair very well because the ground sank beneath the legs... It put up a good fight, became lop sided and then exploded. The kids of the neighborhood enjoyed it for a few swims. This afternoon Sydney noticed a leak (more like a mini fountain) so I duct taped it (because Red Green seems to know how to fix things with duct tape and they seemed to work. :) ) I had a gut feeling that I needed to just give up on the P.O.S (piece of shit...yeah, I'm ticked) so while I was looking on-line for the price of above ground pools I hear a "whoosh" yeah the pool exploded all over the already soaked yard....I laughed so I wouldn't cry. The little hole became a 5 foot hole, and gushed out a bunch of water, OK, all the water.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340314751077908770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Shyb-M7HASI/AAAAAAAAA0U/JiMHKPTGSu8/s320/clouds+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340321328116630834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Shyh9CTVhTI/AAAAAAAAA1U/yfWlONBkqh4/s320/clouds+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Hey Pa, let's go out to the Wal-Mart and get us a swimmin' pool" (run away Pa, run away fast!)...yeah, that'll be worth it! NO! it will look like this next year! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340314751938521522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Shyb-QIS6bI/AAAAAAAAA0c/twMZKbJDuz0/s320/clouds+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After our pool exploded all over our yard, I noticed that the clouds were just simply gorgeous!!! so I took some pictures.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340319769074240978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/ShygiSaqjdI/AAAAAAAAA1E/O4Lj46_wZNA/s320/clouds+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340319769544659362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/ShygiUK0kaI/AAAAAAAAA08/TzqSSHwYu9Y/s320/clouds+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340319766797106370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/ShygiJ7wPMI/AAAAAAAAA00/elol1wcN8OI/s320/clouds+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340319761640090578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Shygh2uOa9I/AAAAAAAAA0s/rpnQgoyBH88/s320/clouds+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340319759083114338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/ShyghtMmD2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/Z6kZnKVJq4k/s320/clouds+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, our pool exploded and clouds have silver linings...or are just really pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-189168187925783390?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/189168187925783390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=189168187925783390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/189168187925783390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/189168187925783390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-pool-expoded-and-coulds-were-pretty.html' title='Our pool exploded and the clouds were pretty'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Shyb-M7HASI/AAAAAAAAA0U/JiMHKPTGSu8/s72-c/clouds+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-5281100535618568130</id><published>2009-05-22T20:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:39:37.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Have A Deck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do we have a new(ish) deck? So we can hang all the towels of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338803970911023490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Shc97OOYsYI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Bw3CBnboa24/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338803972949566146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Shc97V0aYsI/AAAAAAAAAz0/ZO0yuofr8Bs/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The neighborhood children came over to swim. I went out to check on them and they seemed to be having a really good time so I jumped in with all my clothes on! They were totally surprised and we had a really good time! (I rock!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I recently found Max's old collar and decided that he needed to wear it....he hasn't been too thrilled with my decision. He seems to resent me for domesticating him. Just look at the humiliation in his eyes....poor guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338805021080115378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Shc-4WaNWLI/AAAAAAAAAz8/cyHPME2OVws/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Tater is doing really great!! She has the 9 lives of a cat...well, 7 now. She's a strong chick!  Yeah, she's gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338805020184568898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Shc-4TEsZEI/AAAAAAAAA0E/U9aOTkb-jsE/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-5281100535618568130?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5281100535618568130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=5281100535618568130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5281100535618568130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5281100535618568130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-we-have-deck.html' title='Why We Have A Deck'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Shc97OOYsYI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Bw3CBnboa24/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-2411892206241736752</id><published>2009-05-20T14:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:17:23.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Growing On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I thought that I would show off my potted plants because they are doing REALLY well! Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/ShRUc19aamI/AAAAAAAAAzE/g_bnn6-S6Fo/s1600-h/may+09+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337984312838613602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/ShRUc19aamI/AAAAAAAAAzE/g_bnn6-S6Fo/s320/may+09+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The yellow flowers have been kinda choked out....oh, well.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337984314814120978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/ShRUc9UaRBI/AAAAAAAAAzM/HoZupFVsQfE/s320/may+09+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These yellow flowers are doing a little better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/ShRUclf1U5I/AAAAAAAAAy8/PPib9lzT7Gc/s1600-h/may+09+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337984308419580818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/ShRUclf1U5I/AAAAAAAAAy8/PPib9lzT7Gc/s320/may+09+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337984315947553394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/ShRUdBipEnI/AAAAAAAAAzU/iHbeeUrlii0/s320/may+09+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The pot by the back door isn't filling out as much really but that's probably just because of the type of plants.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337986341066253714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/ShRWS5skJZI/AAAAAAAAAzc/6529cVnMAZw/s320/may+09+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337986340944358866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/ShRWS5PgLdI/AAAAAAAAAzk/dBBlAJXk21Q/s320/may+09+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-2411892206241736752?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2411892206241736752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=2411892206241736752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2411892206241736752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2411892206241736752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-growing-on.html' title='What&apos;s Growing On'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/ShRUc19aamI/AAAAAAAAAzE/g_bnn6-S6Fo/s72-c/may+09+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-3394735213177742013</id><published>2009-05-17T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:57:43.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Genes</title><content type='html'>Tonight as I was putting Sydney to bed (way to late by any parents standards). I watched as she checked all the things that needed to be checked....you know, if everything was in order.  She has to check if her school things have been signed....five or six times!  Are her things in order??? Did she put her laptop (yes, I got her a laptop from a friend for her birthday...) and all the things that go with it, in their proper places, and so on.  Well, as I was putting her to bed tonight, I remarked how she was just like her grandparents (my parents) ANAL! Not to mention my grandparents (her great-grandparents) and her aunts and uncle (basically my entire side of the family) and she says to me....now write this down because it's priceless..."We're only anal because we care." LOL. Out of the mouths of babes...&lt;br /&gt;A place for everything and everything in it's place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-3394735213177742013?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3394735213177742013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=3394735213177742013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3394735213177742013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3394735213177742013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-genes.html' title='Family Genes'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-4583836682166215212</id><published>2009-05-11T20:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:01:29.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I had the great honor of attending a long-time friend's graduation. Teena and I were in high school together and we've just recently been reunited (thanks facebook!).  After all these years we are still bff's...aren't we cute? I'm so proud of her!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334731328668608482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SgjF4Plwp-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/yOZNgUM3FE8/s320/teena+grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Congrats Teena!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-4583836682166215212?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/4583836682166215212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=4583836682166215212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4583836682166215212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4583836682166215212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation.html' title='A graduation'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SgjF4Plwp-I/AAAAAAAAAy0/yOZNgUM3FE8/s72-c/teena+grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-6406175241036203616</id><published>2009-05-07T13:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:58:57.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat in a suitcase</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pajTbmBV5kQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pajTbmBV5kQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-6406175241036203616?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/6406175241036203616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=6406175241036203616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6406175241036203616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6406175241036203616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/05/cat-in-suitcase.html' title='Cat in a suitcase'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-8304227338414639644</id><published>2009-05-06T17:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:01:38.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5:32 p.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I've been quite board so I decided to take pictures of what happened at 5:32 p.m. here at my house. Turns out it really isn't all that boring! I looked outside and the trees were swaying in the breeze, but this is a still picture so I guess this is just a picture of it growing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332830554326463810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SgIFInX6dUI/AAAAAAAAAxs/7_y61pBrE7Q/s320/100_1548.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Tater was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relaxing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332830558874463138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SgIFI4UPa6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/GPo13Lyx70Q/s320/100_1541.JPG" border="0" /&gt; turns out she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; long.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332832132321426354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SgIGkd3Ou7I/AAAAAAAAAyE/oacovWU7tPQ/s320/100_1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Then the dogs were lazily playing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332833082575778370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SgIHbx1hckI/AAAAAAAAAyk/wtqgBSmPGpk/s320/100_1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Melia&lt;/span&gt; got all dolled up (she's practicing on high heels)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332833843753803986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SgIIIFcgYNI/AAAAAAAAAys/6p26dcwziQ8/s320/100_1550.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sydney was walking around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332832145092410018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SgIGlNcEeqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/XPUtdOrwVEA/s320/100_1545.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and that's what happened at 5:32 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-8304227338414639644?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8304227338414639644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=8304227338414639644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8304227338414639644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8304227338414639644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/05/532-pm.html' title='5:32 p.m.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SgIFInX6dUI/AAAAAAAAAxs/7_y61pBrE7Q/s72-c/100_1548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-5905492532725447197</id><published>2009-05-03T19:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:55:40.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol' Tater and some horseback riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well, Tater is back to her playful self as of this morning. She is eating and drinking like normal and has put on a few ounces. She weighed in at 10 lbs when she went to the hospital. Now, you need to know that she is about 14 inches tall and nothing but legs and a few ounces is completely noticeable on her. I tried to take some lively pictures of her but all she wanted to do is lay down and spread her legs for a good rub down. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331742402898780386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sf4nd3arYOI/AAAAAAAAAw0/U2uujQOCCtM/s320/100_1529.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Miss leggy herself! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331742406733679298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sf4neFs_SsI/AAAAAAAAAw8/l2zEt9Z0IOk/s320/100_1528.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Boy, Max is really content now that Tater is back! AWWW!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331742414073464194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sf4nehC7hYI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Efx-cdRA6Nc/s320/100_1514.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;and Tater is content just to feel better! She is such a fighter! GO GIRL! If she were a cat she'd only have 7 lives left....let's hope she uses the next 14 years to use them up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331742410297950882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sf4neS-xwqI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Id2-3VvK40s/s320/100_1521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took Fluke in to get her shots Max tried and tried to get into the car. I think that he felt a little abandoned. Tater was gone and now Fluke was on her way out...OMG! He wasn't that comforted when I told him that I'd return with Fluke in tow in about an hour. He probably heard this..."blah,blah, Max. blah, blah, blah, Fluke. blah, blah, blah, good boy! blah, blah!" and I drove a way. Needless to say, he was happy to see her about an hour later. All is good with my pups.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing...&lt;br /&gt;Melia loves horses and riding on them, good thing because that's Chris' favorite thing! Sunday is the best day for riding and Melia got to drive the mule herself! yay! Spanky is about 17 years old and about as rambunctious as a turtle, so he is the best animal to learn on, well almost. You see he likes to walk a few paces and then stop and admire life's beauty (I guess that's what he's doing) so Chris taught Melia that you need to make him go! Yeah, and they traveled about 10 paces and Spanky decided to enjoy the view!...again. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331748084234407026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sf4sokCpTHI/AAAAAAAAAxU/8brvLh6mM_A/s320/100_1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;some instruction.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331748085427257730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sf4soofCwYI/AAAAAAAAAxc/5BPnSC4xflw/s320/100_1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331748088930149362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sf4so1iMo_I/AAAAAAAAAxk/2E6uepBeKnE/s320/100_1525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Melia got a few rounds in the yard without Chis holding on, but it was s-l-o-w going...LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-5905492532725447197?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5905492532725447197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=5905492532725447197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5905492532725447197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5905492532725447197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-ol-tater-and-some-horseback-riding.html' title='Good ol&apos; Tater and some horseback riding'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sf4nd3arYOI/AAAAAAAAAw0/U2uujQOCCtM/s72-c/100_1529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-8599836739001800340</id><published>2009-05-01T19:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:50:23.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>I went in to check on Tater this afternoon with the girls and found that they had taken her off of the IV! I was so happy! I could actually pick her up and hold her! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! They said that she was ready to go and acted like she missed home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, little Oliver (the dog suffering from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Provo&lt;/span&gt; in the cage below Tater) didn't make it. :( Max and Tater were so happy to see each other and get to play again. The vet bill was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; reasonable she was in the pet hospital for 3 days and 3 nights, sent home with a round of antibiotic, and is alive all for $375. Well worth the money. Oh, and another accomplishment is that this is my 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post! Thank you all for keeping up with my life! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-8599836739001800340?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8599836739001800340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=8599836739001800340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8599836739001800340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8599836739001800340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/05/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-4079721850258986422</id><published>2009-05-01T08:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:13:56.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video of Cockatoo Dancing</title><content type='html'>Have you seen this??? Way to cute.....the aawww of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pxqubvAQIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pxqubvAQIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-4079721850258986422?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/4079721850258986422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=4079721850258986422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4079721850258986422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4079721850258986422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/05/video-of-cockatoo-dancing.html' title='Video of Cockatoo Dancing'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-300745962595119665</id><published>2009-04-30T12:23:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:18:30.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday I took Max in to the vet to get him vaccinated and look in on Tater. She looked really bad. :( She was rather lifeless and didn't want to be bothered. Today I took Fluke in to get her up on her shots and then looked in on Tater. She looked soooo much better! She was sitting up and had a slight sparkle in her eyes. She was happy to see me and had been eating and drinking a little. She had a cute bright pink bandage with dog prints on it. I thought it was a nice touch, kind of like the colorful bandages they give kids in the hospital. The vet said that they were going to change her medication for vomiting since she was having a slight problem still keeping food on her stomach. The vet also said that it was good that Tater hadn't had any diarrhea during this whole ordeal, which means a faster recovery. If all goes well, Tater might be coming home some time tomorrow afternoon. (keep your fingers crossed and all the thoughts and prayers coming) Now all the dogs are vaccinated and up-to-date with all their shots. ::phew!:: There is one other little pup at the pet hospital named Oliver going through the Provo treatment. I think that he's also doing well. He looks a lot like Max and is just the sweetest little guy. I didn't take any pictures because I don't really want to remember a sickly looking Tater. Anyway, I think that she's over the worst of it all but not out of the woods just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I got home from all my running around I saw a Ginny in the tree....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330527506315152946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfnWhk9dDjI/AAAAAAAAAws/8YWqiYka1Eg/s320/100_1508.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And boy are they annoying! Just imagine 4 of these guys sitting outside your bedroom window screaming their heads off while you try to sleep! errrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-26e7040be514b7a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D026e7040be514b7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F840CE7685278A1A0A2A34456D11CD9DC206617.62161C6B75A9D1E6BAE5263ACC7DFAEB97F982B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26e7040be514b7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKyhAlG1zHUpRAZIoseNa6hSqpW8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D026e7040be514b7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F840CE7685278A1A0A2A34456D11CD9DC206617.62161C6B75A9D1E6BAE5263ACC7DFAEB97F982B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26e7040be514b7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKyhAlG1zHUpRAZIoseNa6hSqpW8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-300745962595119665?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=26e7040be514b7a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/300745962595119665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=300745962595119665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/300745962595119665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/300745962595119665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-day.html' title='A Better Day...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfnWhk9dDjI/AAAAAAAAAws/8YWqiYka1Eg/s72-c/100_1508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-1457093089567241326</id><published>2009-04-28T23:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:03:28.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the best day....</title><content type='html'>A few days ago Tater wasn't acting like herself. She didn't want to do her usual 8:00 a.m. romp-and-stomp around the house with Max. Then she lost her appetite. So I made an appointment to take her to the vet. Well, when it came close to time to take her to the doctor I couldn't find her. Chris found her sitting by the barn all hot (it was about 85* out) and we were worried. She ate some and licked at some water and went to lay down. After he found her I rescheduled her appointment for the next day. Well, that night she went and drank some water and then jumped up on the couch and I sat on the floor in front of her and, the poor dear, threw up all the water that she had just drank. BIG RED FLAG!!! I made sure to keep her in the house the next morning so that we could make it to her 11 a.m. appointment. The morning of the appointment I went and installed some Norton software on mom's computer and I told her about Tater and her hydration issues and mom mentioned parvo.....uh oh. I remember Marsha's hard time with the dreaded virus, and Tony with his issues with parvo... NOT GOOD NEWS!!! Needless to say that I was distraught when I took my little Tater to her appointment. Thoughts of having to put Tater to sleep to keep her from all the treatments ran through my head!!! Well, when I got to the vet's office there was a nice older lady in the waiting area with a cute little white dog (you know the kind you carry around with you everywhere?) and when she saw me teary-eyed holding a very sick pup she also became teary-eyed and tried to make me feel better, which she did. (nice lady) Anyway, the doctor tested my little Tater and she tested positive for parvo.....great... I opted to admit Tater into the pet hospital and have an IV put in. The vet said that she hadn't lost a puppy due to parvo who was admitted to the hospital....I still broke down....this is Tater we are talking about here! While we were waiting for the doctor to examine her, I was holding Tater in my arms and she layed her head on my shoulder and I had the thought, 'I saved her one time (the rest of the litter died) I'll be damned if I'll let parvo take her'! I also promised her the night before that I was not going to give up on her, and that I would make everything all better. I haven't felt this way since Sydney was just born and had to stay in the hospital an extra few days. (I didn't leave her either)&lt;br /&gt;Medicine has come a long way and now the treatment isn't all that bad. I called this evening and Tater is doing ok, she's resting nicely and no vomiting or diarrhea. It will take a few days for my little one to come home. Max misses her. He took out a toy and started squeaking it in front of me and when I threw it he just looked around wanting someone to play with....we all miss Tater. ::sigh:: Max has an appointment tomorrow to get his parvo booster (I'll be dammed if he gets sick!) and I'll see how Tater is doing then. Not the best day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-1457093089567241326?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/1457093089567241326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=1457093089567241326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1457093089567241326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1457093089567241326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-tater.html' title='Not the best day....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-459259807752130568</id><published>2009-04-27T08:47:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:41:15.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney's Birthday "Party"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; For Sydney's birthday this year I encouraged Sydney to just have one or two friends over for a slumber party instead of the whole pricey, stressful (at least for me) traditional party. It turned out FABULOUSLY! Sydney's bff, Makenna, came over and Chris and I took the girls out to Pizza Hut. They had their own booth. Chris and I felt like we were just on a chaperoned date. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329354066211132226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfWrSX7MU0I/AAAAAAAAAus/JsbP-zrRJ9U/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329354071012957106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfWrSp0CW7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/BZML_5bLy8o/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After pizza we went and played putt-putt. The girls had never played before! Can you believe it?? Needless to say, everyone had a great time. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329530734703130002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfZL91WBtZI/AAAAAAAAAv0/rfKykDAJMbM/s320/078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329530726745699762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfZL9Xs09bI/AAAAAAAAAvk/_Xk1B_Rfqsg/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329530723843912402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfZL9M4_MtI/AAAAAAAAAvc/YzTAmLetwm4/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; There wasn't any water going through the water falls, but the little water that was in the pools was FILLED with tadpoles! All that black is the tadpoles. I would love to do a time laps video and watch all the little frogs that hop out of there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329532048358819090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfZNKTF8xRI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lFzONIR7j8E/s320/082.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It threatened to storm on us but just made for a very nice lightning show.....and a nice sunset.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329533219686807922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfZOOeoTeXI/AAAAAAAAAwE/bbWefn8yM-A/s320/083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we were done outside we went in to play some arcade games. They had a Tarheel basketball game, which Sydney loved....go figure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329534107261934722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfZPCJGtHII/AAAAAAAAAwU/OIWcQW1cuck/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then they got to play some Guitar Hero....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329534103881758354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfZPB8gztpI/AAAAAAAAAwM/IUveN4ugWek/s320/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We didn't do the birthday cake until lunch the next day. I bought a little cake and had some script put on it. It turned out real sweet....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329534112275158610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfZPCbx81lI/AAAAAAAAAwc/wmumeo-W1Bo/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329534117471683026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfZPCvI5gdI/AAAAAAAAAwk/xngT5T9exbM/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-459259807752130568?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/459259807752130568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=459259807752130568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/459259807752130568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/459259807752130568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/04/sydneys-birthday-party.html' title='Sydney&apos;s Birthday &quot;Party&quot;'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SfWrSX7MU0I/AAAAAAAAAus/JsbP-zrRJ9U/s72-c/075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-601388161680063007</id><published>2009-04-21T14:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:46:56.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I can't believe that I missed the Red Green duct tape signing! bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Se4UB5mjgvI/AAAAAAAAAuc/0yE0MsDU54E/s1600-h/red+green+signing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327217432100831986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Se4UB5mjgvI/AAAAAAAAAuc/0yE0MsDU54E/s320/red+green+signing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327217431979590754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Se4UB5JphGI/AAAAAAAAAuk/mPfxJyPnxiw/s320/red+green+signing+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Red Green reminds me of dad....makes me smile:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-601388161680063007?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/601388161680063007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=601388161680063007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/601388161680063007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/601388161680063007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-green.html' title='Red Green'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Se4UB5mjgvI/AAAAAAAAAuc/0yE0MsDU54E/s72-c/red+green+signing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-6727383581379531397</id><published>2009-04-14T19:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:14:23.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indoor Skydiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last day of our anniversary trip we did something like this...well the beginner version... I want this job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9U3RuceYIfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9U3RuceYIfc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-6727383581379531397?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/6727383581379531397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=6727383581379531397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6727383581379531397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6727383581379531397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/04/indoor-skydiving.html' title='Indoor Skydiving'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-974638519048320435</id><published>2009-04-11T19:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:25:31.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Beauty....</title><content type='html'>This afternoon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Melia&lt;/span&gt; and I headed off to the grocery store and I decided to stop by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt; and look into the large flower pots that I want to put on my deck. I had checked out the large pots at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart so I had an idea about what I wanted to get. Well, I priced the pots at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt; and they were twice as much!!! So we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart and I bought 2 smallish pots, 12' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;diameter&lt;/span&gt;, and one large pot, 24' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;diameter&lt;/span&gt;. I found that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt; had arrangements already put together for pots. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! That saved me a lot of looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our back door (the one most used) was less than welcoming. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to post this quite frankly.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323575939415976914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SeEkHIO0q9I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yhwuNnAJ4EM/s320/Spring+09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323575935204602802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SeEkG4iwM7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/-BliKxpZc5w/s320/Spring+09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It took Chris, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Melia&lt;/span&gt;, Sydney, and me about 15 to get the porch cleaned up and the flowers planted and now I am proud to have people come to my back door. The pot by the back door turned out to be my favorite. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Geraniums&lt;/span&gt; are my least favorite flower and this pot has 3 pink ones, but they will look very nice here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323577142170127810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SeElNI1wjcI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5FAa72B5Mek/s320/Spring+09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323575943980423810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SeEkHZPEmoI/AAAAAAAAAuA/YD8mhyxG26w/s320/Spring+09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323576752250471218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SeEk2cRqwzI/AAAAAAAAAuI/8PWsvg-G8RA/s320/Spring+09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Melia&lt;/span&gt; was a big help with the shopping, planting, and watering and is looking forward to all the watering this summer! It should be fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; the plants fill in.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323575926738331218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SeEkGZAPJlI/AAAAAAAAAtg/V2BR-O3ISY0/s320/Spring+09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323575929950605554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SeEkGk-GkPI/AAAAAAAAAto/m-LFdpgRjYE/s320/Spring+09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-974638519048320435?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/974638519048320435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=974638519048320435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/974638519048320435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/974638519048320435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-for-beauty.html' title='Just for Beauty....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SeEkHIO0q9I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yhwuNnAJ4EM/s72-c/Spring+09+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-4463779853396807046</id><published>2009-04-06T22:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:10:16.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This evening the sky was simply gorgeous! Gorgeous and friggin COLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321778711810937154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrBitq6EUI/AAAAAAAAAso/LO-vzfptFaw/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321778711524071394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrBismg1-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/fHNCMiyyWGI/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This one is my favorite. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321778714773821090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrBi4tUFqI/AAAAAAAAAs4/TBaoddOcOxw/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-4463779853396807046?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/4463779853396807046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=4463779853396807046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4463779853396807046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4463779853396807046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/04/sky.html' title='The Sky'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrBitq6EUI/AAAAAAAAAso/LO-vzfptFaw/s72-c/Gatlinburg+trip+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-8212015112333453566</id><published>2009-04-06T19:42:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:43:13.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Anniversary Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On April 4th Chris and I celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary! We took a weekend trip out to Gatlinburg, TN and had a wonderful time. Gatlinburg is a 2.5 hour drive from home and was quite enjoyable since the weather was so nice. Our first stop was a place called Wonder Works. The outside of the building is upside down and the inside is 3 floors of lots of different exhibits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321731124990389026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqWQy8xKyI/AAAAAAAAApo/icA0jr0QSw4/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The lobby of Wonder Works&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321731132513770162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqWRO-e2rI/AAAAAAAAApw/4Tnm-eIERnY/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a space room with flight simulators and this cool space suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321731136746728594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqWRevsrJI/AAAAAAAAAp4/GTDM0fq-BA0/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321731135889959250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqWRbjbaVI/AAAAAAAAAqA/zOP_ae0vOlk/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There was an art floor with optical illusions. One piece was particularly cool it's made of iron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321733612711227746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqYhmbosWI/AAAAAAAAAqI/52o2X49GILU/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then when you turn the overhead light on it, this is what the shadow looks like....cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321733619242572818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqYh-w1HBI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/aJfs2C_AY4Y/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; When we were done at Wonder Works we found a room at the Clarion, which was walking distance from all the shops and attractions of main street. We were greeted by this guy (I think it was suppose to be a bunny)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321734761298431058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqZkdQKjFI/AAAAAAAAAqY/iR09tIJ-wLE/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I should do this with &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; towels and wash cloths....yeah, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321734764130046930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqZknzRk9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/kczmf1HofXo/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And I felt great knowing that the strip of paper was put on the john for our protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321734770532508562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqZk_pvY5I/AAAAAAAAAqo/JD4-iLYASmA/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I just though that this looked silly.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321737653374454050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqcMzE0iSI/AAAAAAAAArA/Fy6r27EQ_wI/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had a great view of the Smoky Mountains! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321737651043456482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqcMqZEVeI/AAAAAAAAAqw/CG3Wp6fA0GY/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Once we got situated in our room, we went out and hit the streets. I had to get a picture of Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. restaurant.....Bubba was Forrest's best good friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321739590447536530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sdqd9jPCGZI/AAAAAAAAArY/gt08DYkR0MU/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we found a happy place....:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321739587995827538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sdqd9aGf_VI/AAAAAAAAArI/JeMH7bFvoCI/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This guy made me smile, I guess this &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; One Happy Place....lol &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321739591772397522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sdqd9oK539I/AAAAAAAAArQ/n4b-wfQ8jx8/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We made our way down to Ripley's Aquarium....such an awesome place! We went to the aquarium at Myrtle Beach last summer and just had to check this one out too. We saw big catfish (though not as big as Chris thinks! LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321750624618792802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sdqn_0udx2I/AAAAAAAAArg/F2msdU9HD8A/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This picture turned out really cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321750632692504562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqoASzY1_I/AAAAAAAAAro/u_nXg9F40aM/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; While going through the underwater tunnel, a fish caught my eye (it freaked me out actually!). It looked like it was sitting on the outside of the glass. I thought, "Holy crap!!! Loose fish!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321750635524288706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqoAdWicMI/AAAAAAAAArw/s0LOSc4VVDE/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Kitty tells me this is a cuddlefish....odd looking fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321750638774291762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqoApdZjTI/AAAAAAAAAr4/H1mnjqNX4EU/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And then we saw the creepiest mothers!!! Spider Crabs....OMG! These guys were 3 feet wide (at least). The lighting didn't help the creepy factor! The video needs music, I know, just hum some sinister music.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-70c0219cd1ad55c6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70c0219cd1ad55c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39F657280AE1E6B86E67A544ED6C4CA3024F0E18.BA8F896EF3CCD5D33FCC2E260B14BF9CFC86973%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70c0219cd1ad55c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIna2EWxJ9Vn_48nshIuRZIzMcX0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70c0219cd1ad55c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39F657280AE1E6B86E67A544ED6C4CA3024F0E18.BA8F896EF3CCD5D33FCC2E260B14BF9CFC86973%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70c0219cd1ad55c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIna2EWxJ9Vn_48nshIuRZIzMcX0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Jellyfish were just so pretty....(someone answer that child!!!) 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There was live music and a nice view of the street below, good for some people-watching.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321761960393145506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqyTpxrfKI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/zUKcFlMMMyg/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chris' meal came with a fried pickle of all things! Huh!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321761967659206066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqyUE2CxbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/u4JfsbKZw7g/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our waitress was very nice and took our picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321761956795029794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqyTcX0mSI/AAAAAAAAAsA/K3PkS9duKgE/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still in love after 11 years of marriage.....aawwww!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321761957580008498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqyTfS-bDI/AAAAAAAAAsI/OGndbGFw1Jc/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next day we floated in a wind tunnel like skydivers! I purchased the video and I'll share that sometime. Fun! Fun! Fun! We are exciting people I tell ya!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321766631749585218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sdq2jj72CUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/qaOG4NY_E20/s320/Gatlinburg+trip+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we went home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-8212015112333453566?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2457e1fc2fadf2c1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=70c0219cd1ad55c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a757c8bf179ad679&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8212015112333453566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=8212015112333453566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8212015112333453566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8212015112333453566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-anniversary-trip-pt-1.html' title='Our Anniversary Trip'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdqWQy8xKyI/AAAAAAAAApo/icA0jr0QSw4/s72-c/Gatlinburg+trip+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-1553138116145873776</id><published>2009-04-03T22:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:12:39.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Num num num!!!!</title><content type='html'>AAwwwwwww!!!! I didn't realize how much of an animal lover I actually was/am until I started to blog....wow! Kids and animals seem to be my main subjects, but who in their right mind doesn't think that watching little hamsters eat is not just the cutest thing???? (probably the lady standing on the chair!) I just love to watch rodents eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMWi7CLoZ2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMWi7CLoZ2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-1553138116145873776?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/1553138116145873776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=1553138116145873776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1553138116145873776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1553138116145873776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/04/num-num-num.html' title='Num num num!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-2057476131214998579</id><published>2009-03-24T13:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:12:06.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 30!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Saturday was my 30th birthday so on Friday I went out with two of my good friends. We went to eat at a restaurant called Fatz (there used to be a restaurant next to it called Slims! LOL) Good friends, good times, and good drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316809276442550434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SckZ3gTcIKI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/7GTWLrT7O8E/s320/Me+and+My+friends+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Teena.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316812028408703314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SckcXsLTKVI/AAAAAAAAAoY/PNwIcagsBl8/s320/Me+and+My+friends+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teena's husband, Brian, took some really good pictures of us.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316812026637594482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SckcXllCL3I/AAAAAAAAAog/eTMTENKp1WA/s320/Me+and+My+friends+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316813944641874082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SckeHOs46KI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4992-BgNu3U/s320/Me+and+My+friends+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316813960453583282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SckeIJmscbI/AAAAAAAAAo4/cbb_awB5UCM/s320/Me+and+My+friends+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; These girls are hilarious....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316813957222309442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SckeH9kTHkI/AAAAAAAAAow/ccwm3O4r2Yo/s320/Me+and+My+friends+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316815319273317634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SckfXPmkJQI/AAAAAAAAApA/cBORGivA9TA/s320/Me+and+My+friends+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We went back to Teena's house and played some Rock Band....this was my first time and it took lots of concentration! Love the look on Felicia's face! Too funny!!! LOL &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316815330717850978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SckfX6PJ3WI/AAAAAAAAApQ/MWWG2mFe8hU/s320/Me+and+My+friends+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I don't think that we will be doing a tour any time soon. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316815326540792178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SckfXqrRAXI/AAAAAAAAApI/qyiu0mxF_6U/s320/Me+and+My+friends+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It felt like we were back in high school, which is the last time the 3 of us got together. You can't beat a girl's night out!&lt;br /&gt;And today I got some highlights put in my hair. Charlie always does the greatest job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316818028325750018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sckh07m_xQI/AAAAAAAAApg/ez09iG2L4IQ/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316818013512566914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sckh0EbQiII/AAAAAAAAApY/rD9rtrHTKJc/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-2057476131214998579?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2057476131214998579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SckZ3gTcIKI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/7GTWLrT7O8E/s72-c/Me+and+My+friends+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-7049671209655487456</id><published>2009-03-09T09:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:51:28.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will they think of next??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c0610308c82aef6b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-4149092760736563809</id><published>2009-03-03T00:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:39:09.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Ruff Life...</title><content type='html'>I was about to go to bed, took a look at my couch, and realized that my dogs have it so hard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308830417362992578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SazBIx-1vcI/AAAAAAAAAoA/AnutB-6xoTk/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Chris says that they are spoiled.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308830815168046514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SazBf769JbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/bIMg0gzecXs/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;....I just don't see it. hehe....Doesn't every dog fall asleep on a blanket on the couch???&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/2640879469163767349-4149092760736563809?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/4149092760736563809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=4149092760736563809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4149092760736563809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did get some pictures of the girls in the snow. Sydney made a "portable" snowman. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308809041468153794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SaytsikXX8I/AAAAAAAAAno/xfO7zS8dBWY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Melia braved our steep hill in the backyard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308809045284848690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SaytswyVhDI/AAAAAAAAAnw/6ihPBo1x1Gc/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-3847970895051659191?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3847970895051659191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=3847970895051659191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3847970895051659191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3847970895051659191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-in-snow.html' title='Kids in the snow'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SaytsikXX8I/AAAAAAAAAno/xfO7zS8dBWY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-1982485791053979943</id><published>2009-03-02T22:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:06:42.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids....Sheesh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; You can supply your little girl with a $200 Barbie dream house....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308806671159935954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sayrike2Q9I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MzlgHDkDA50/s320/12-08-02-09+125.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And she'll bring home a Styrofoam box, color it, and play with IT more! Will I never learn? LOL!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308807493339346530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SaysSbVsdmI/AAAAAAAAAng/qMKzeYBjdU8/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-1982485791053979943?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/1982485791053979943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=1982485791053979943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1982485791053979943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1982485791053979943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/03/kidssheesh.html' title='Kids....Sheesh!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/Sayrike2Q9I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/MzlgHDkDA50/s72-c/12-08-02-09+125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-4338886195903468164</id><published>2009-03-02T11:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:16:26.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night it snowed! We got about 5 inches. Yesterday (Sunday) Chris got called into work to help put chains on the town trucks. I'm glad he has a job that he really likes and finds interesting! Here are some pictures from around my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308631446756090802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SawMLKtdY7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/qU7mqMsy-JY/s320/snow+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308631451638732210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SawMLc5klbI/AAAAAAAAAm4/FeanDhBhNnQ/s320/snow+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308631457613567282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SawMLzKFVTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/mokRsW1tuvc/s320/snow+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308631464235782066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SawMML08T7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/b4oqwjWpuPE/s320/snow+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My kids have discovered that snow looks a lot more fun on TV. Snow is hard to walk in, cold when it gets in your boots, and hard to make into a snowman! But it is very exciting to look at and you don't have to go to school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just FYI...Today is grandma's birthday and she is 85!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-4338886195903468164?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/4338886195903468164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=4338886195903468164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4338886195903468164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4338886195903468164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SawMLKtdY7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/qU7mqMsy-JY/s72-c/snow+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-8796554537528156490</id><published>2009-02-28T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:24:03.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Tater likes to chillax on my bed...and from the looks of things, life is smooooth sailin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308038680251749922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SanxDnZwViI/AAAAAAAAAmY/0K234AfqvmM/s320/12-08-02-09+216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308038683115603970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SanxDyEjSAI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ZPOFoDR2dd0/s320/12-08-02-09+217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308038689380640578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SanxEJaQJ0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/daNEHOlSGiE/s320/12-08-02-09+218.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;From the looks of her ears she might be part rabbit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-8796554537528156490?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8796554537528156490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=8796554537528156490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8796554537528156490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8796554537528156490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SanxDnZwViI/AAAAAAAAAmY/0K234AfqvmM/s72-c/12-08-02-09+216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-3915378664879737464</id><published>2009-02-28T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:50:36.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High Water Bill? Have A Cat??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/49jKeGyUCJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/49jKeGyUCJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post this again....classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMYX1VDpkHE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMYX1VDpkHE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-3915378664879737464?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3915378664879737464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=3915378664879737464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3915378664879737464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3915378664879737464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/02/high-water-bill-have-cat.html' title='High Water Bill? Have A Cat??'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-7769523115722352532</id><published>2009-02-17T00:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:30:20.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology can be confusing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/igSp859w1cE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/igSp859w1cE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-7769523115722352532?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/7769523115722352532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=7769523115722352532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7769523115722352532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7769523115722352532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/02/technology-can-be-confusing.html' title='Technology can be confusing!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-7381062976064264394</id><published>2009-02-15T15:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:08:25.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Door</title><content type='html'>Today we went out and bought a new back door. Our old one was just worn out. It wouldn't close unless you slammed it and then Max would just walk up to it and push the door open...errrr. Our old door was your typical solid mobile home door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303131132058269474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SZiBqtul9yI/AAAAAAAAAls/x50xA_vjSc4/s320/February+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See how the stupid thing wouldn't latch? We had to put a sliding lock on it to keep it shut. So, we obviously couldn't lock it with out sliding the one lock and then going out the front door (which locks) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303131142389938866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SZiBrUN2urI/AAAAAAAAAl8/gU6qJHfOOY4/s320/February+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The new door has a window! Aahhh...and is white on both sides...aahhhh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303132561755732402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SZiC97xB-bI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ifMtUmr_P1c/s320/February+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But, unfortunately the new door is white and the window lets in sunlight which shows how incredibly dirty my walls have become!!! Who did that? and why hasn't the maid cleaned that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303132565848006338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SZiC-LAtHsI/AAAAAAAAAmM/tHXKe-H1KzE/s320/February+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-7381062976064264394?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/7381062976064264394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=7381062976064264394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7381062976064264394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7381062976064264394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-door.html' title='A New Door'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SZiBqtul9yI/AAAAAAAAAls/x50xA_vjSc4/s72-c/February+2009+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-5754585027661266511</id><published>2009-02-07T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:22:53.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats are so cute...</title><content type='html'>awww.....LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D295euPnp9s&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D295euPnp9s&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-5754585027661266511?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5754585027661266511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=5754585027661266511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5754585027661266511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5754585027661266511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/02/cats-are-so-cute.html' title='Cats are so cute...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-279773482932408097</id><published>2009-02-03T22:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:38:32.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Bones</title><content type='html'>My neighbor Robert raises pigs, has them slaughtered, and gives us some of the outcome. Well, I cooked up some parts (I'm not sure what parts???) Most of what I cooked tonight was bone, so after we scraped the meat off of the bone, it went to the dogs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to separate Max (he's a thief!) from Tater so I built a not-so-great-but-will-do-the-trick wall of kitchen chairs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298776494214730578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYkJJbnb01I/AAAAAAAAAk8/GlpcqfCHZpA/s320/February+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tater really enjoyed her share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298777818847186530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYkKWiQbDmI/AAAAAAAAAlM/B2ab5y_FJSo/s320/February+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Fluke appeared and wondered what was going on so I gave her some of the good stuff. I felt confident in Flukes ability to hold her own against Max so the two of them were in the kitchen. Fluke can really tell Max where to go, and to stay the hell out of her way! LOL (She's such an ornery old cuss!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298777823277149426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYkKWywm7PI/AAAAAAAAAlU/o-WVNdMF2gQ/s320/February+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298777833270810978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYkKXX_SGWI/AAAAAAAAAlk/3Re2tV1EiHg/s320/February+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pore old biddy doesn't even have all of her teeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298777817956537970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYkKWe8E1nI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BTFlhrc7yc4/s320/February+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Don't bother feeling sorry for this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298777829765190002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYkKXK7ekXI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Ldld9bwqpQ4/s320/February+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He gets his....yeah, when I leave the house I find things on the floor that WERE on the kitchen table! errrr...he looks so innocent...but OMG is he loyal to me, never leaves my side! He is my buddy....the stinker!&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/2640879469163767349-279773482932408097?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/279773482932408097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=279773482932408097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/279773482932408097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/279773482932408097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/02/dog-bones.html' title='Dog Bones'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYkJJbnb01I/AAAAAAAAAk8/GlpcqfCHZpA/s72-c/February+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-7217786003004170479</id><published>2009-02-01T17:04:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:51:15.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was the big shin-dig! Melia and 13 of her closest friends (LOL, I don't even have 13 close friends!) all got to play at Bouncin' Kids. All her friends had a fab time! I think that this clip sums up what the kids got to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d4dff1d236c001b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d4dff1d236c001b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34FAB63209169A6D729971B7AB2D6BE0C84BDA15.B27245F23187B6AE0EA9653063578E67FF8229D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d4dff1d236c001b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUt8geWrHNPfDN6DyYjfYxiOaHCE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d4dff1d236c001b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34FAB63209169A6D729971B7AB2D6BE0C84BDA15.B27245F23187B6AE0EA9653063578E67FF8229D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d4dff1d236c001b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUt8geWrHNPfDN6DyYjfYxiOaHCE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sydney really enjoyed the big bounce around. She and Little B played in there a lot. Sydney did some tricks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297955390670826754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYeW6jM7QI/AAAAAAAAAis/0tcXnqzI43g/s320/January+2009+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;and then her legs stuck up! LOL! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297955395545864210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYeXMtgGBI/AAAAAAAAAi0/fZ2RZypvFEw/s320/January+2009+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297983879755745634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYY4RMqWSWI/AAAAAAAAAks/D28TGpMdVyM/s320/January+2009+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I couldn't get any good pictures of Little B because she never is still, but I did get this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297983881434346946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYY4RS6jtcI/AAAAAAAAAk0/gb-2RT4o6oc/s320/January+2009+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of the inflatable slides was a giant dinosaur and I thought it was most funny that some of the kids were climbing into the end...nice....! This is Zoey looking into the dino butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297983876224956722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYY4Q_giuTI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zHN9o8RwsIs/s320/January+2009+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While the kids were playing, us adults got to sit around and visit. I got a nice picture of mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297956266627795986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYfJ5vnjBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/VOGavZ2ZviA/s320/January+2009+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Melia had lots of fun on one of the slides!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297956543079177202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYfZ_mw2_I/AAAAAAAAAjE/4dxSOfyRmgk/s320/January+2009+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After an hour and 45 min we went to the party room. The employees set up the room and even passed out the pizza. I didn't have to do anything. There was a huge inflated chair that the b-day kid sits in to open the presents, it was really cool. I took my turn sitting in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYg0NqfTYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/xkO79eR_lYY/s1600-h/January+2009+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297958093041126786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYg0NqfTYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/xkO79eR_lYY/s320/January+2009+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Sydney, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYg0Wtkf9I/AAAAAAAAAjU/RQPE-c8DEHI/s1600-h/January+2009+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297958095469969362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYg0Wtkf9I/AAAAAAAAAjU/RQPE-c8DEHI/s320/January+2009+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Melia, posing!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297969125753398322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYq2ZuEpDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/fiNzdAf-KHY/s320/January+2009+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Everyone had a really good time! Here's a nice pic of all the kids around the chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYlsVgv4OI/AAAAAAAAAjk/KUbwMvX9_sU/s1600-h/January+2009+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297963455266939106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYlsVgv4OI/AAAAAAAAAjk/KUbwMvX9_sU/s320/January+2009+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, everyone that I am close to had to leave early. Mom went to Hickory to get together with some friends, Chris and Sydney had to get to her basketball game, Lynda left with Becky (Little B had a slight injury tyring to get to the presents) so I felt a little out of my element. You see, half of the parents were deaf and I found myself at a loss. (I so need to brush up on my sign language!) Everyone was very nice and I think that we all got our point across in our communication. One of the dads offered to take pictures while Melia opened the gifts. (I was so grateful!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297966114682869570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYoHIm6l0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/WrVW3t4ZSPc/s320/January+2009+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297966109787462818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYoG2XwnKI/AAAAAAAAAjs/a95Chq0Cv5s/s320/January+2009+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are a few kids that are deaf and others only have deaf parents, so it was a little confusing...I just tried to communicate with everyone as best as I could...what else could I do? After all the guests were gone I loaded up the car and paid the bill. I was a little overwhelmed by the entire experience so it wasn't until I got home that I reviewed the bill. We had a 14 kid party with 3 pizzas (pizzas are extra $) but they only billed me for a 7 kid party with 1 pizza! I'm not quite sure what happened but I saved about $60! I'm not going to argue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the party Melia and I headed off to Sydney's Basketball game where we saw Melia's friend (who was at the party) and they came and sat by us. Kierra (Melia's friend) was absolutely tired until she saw Melia. Kierra's parents are deaf and, I must say, 'talking' with them was much easier for me at the game than at the party. It's easier to communicate when there are a lot of big body/facial expressions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I took some pics of Sydney's game (she's in the front of the pic, #30)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297979373070615922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYY0K384hXI/AAAAAAAAAkM/a00blmUp0iw/s320/Sydney+Ball+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297979591681583682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYY0XmVzKkI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ktETtaa1AGY/s320/Sydney+Ball+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sydney's game went into overtime, and it was a real nail-bitter! Unfortunately, they lost 9 to 11 but it was a great game! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-7217786003004170479?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8d4dff1d236c001b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/7217786003004170479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=7217786003004170479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7217786003004170479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7217786003004170479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/02/party.html' title='The Party!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYYeW6jM7QI/AAAAAAAAAis/0tcXnqzI43g/s72-c/January+2009+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-6532430056057458667</id><published>2009-01-30T18:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:34:35.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melia's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today my baby turned 5! I spent the day making lasungna (a labor of love) and birthday cake and wrapping presents. I took some cupcakes to Melia's class and all the kids were very excited about the big party tomorrow! After the girls got back from school, Sydney and I hid Melia's presents. (a long time family tradition) The hunt for presents is the highlight of a birthday! Appliances are a great place to hide!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297238340270742434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYOSNFpq26I/AAAAAAAAAhk/XUve2C6zlHs/s320/January+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It took two times looking into the dishwasher for her to find her new Build-a-Bear game for Nintendo DS! lol&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297238348007188834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYOSNieLqWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ELUfi5XHllQ/s320/January+2009+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't go crazy with the presents because she'll get plenty tomorrow. She was very greatful for what she did get, which is always nice.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297238353342224146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYOSN2WJ1xI/AAAAAAAAAh0/gCoMm0cRk_U/s320/January+2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Chris came home we sat down to a nice family meal, the first time in.....um....lets see it's now 2009....well, anyway it's been a long time! I found a few decorations and we all had a nice dinner. We talked about our day and everyone had great manners! An extraordanary dinner experience, I can't get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls played with Melia's presents while I got everything ready...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297240592892084530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYOUQNUcwTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zB-1jqqmTZg/s320/January+2009+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 'few' decorations...lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297240590884516834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYOUQF1zs-I/AAAAAAAAAiE/yfC2b3Wlvzo/s320/January+2009+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297240629731754546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYOUSWjtgjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ZBTzUzG-vlU/s320/January+2009+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sydney actually got some time to play around with her dad...look at that smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297242344024096658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYOV2Iy2v5I/AAAAAAAAAiU/8IV4VXr4SpU/s320/January+2009+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then we had cake! Chocolate with chocolate frosting! yummm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297243242880061986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYOWqdS0UiI/AAAAAAAAAic/bjLVbfQ1NxU/s320/January+2009+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With star candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297243243817191330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYOWqgyPx6I/AAAAAAAAAik/8dAzGvbImWA/s320/January+2009+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And we topped it all off with a song. Instead of a picture I took a video clip...(love tecnology!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ef675da20c161c8e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def675da20c161c8e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D332124CB9F787222424FE1758B4E63FDDB2F53.6AE0082BB53AEB556FD7771634FCFCF4D4D46DCB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def675da20c161c8e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGGcuL_XXkjPxMbQJHuxP3dCY1SQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Def675da20c161c8e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D332124CB9F787222424FE1758B4E63FDDB2F53.6AE0082BB53AEB556FD7771634FCFCF4D4D46DCB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Def675da20c161c8e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGGcuL_XXkjPxMbQJHuxP3dCY1SQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-6532430056057458667?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ef675da20c161c8e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/6532430056057458667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=6532430056057458667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6532430056057458667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6532430056057458667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/01/melias-birthday.html' title='Melia&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYOSNFpq26I/AAAAAAAAAhk/XUve2C6zlHs/s72-c/January+2009+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-295939090031341977</id><published>2009-01-29T22:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:36:13.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy day</title><content type='html'>This morning Little B came to visit me while Lynda went to a Dr. appointment. Little B is talking a lot more. Lynda told me that Little B went to bed last night saying, "Aunt B house...bath. Aunt B house...bath." Needless to say that when I keep Little B during the day (when my kids are gone) I let her play in the bathtub. I think its great because it keeps her busy and she thinks it's great because, hey, what 2 yr old doesn't like to play in the tub? She comes out of the tub all wrinkly and I always threaten to eat her fingers! Cute kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After B left I headed out to the hot tub room to workout on my elliptical. I have a 30th birthday coming up in 8 weeks and I want to fit in my pants! I also want to have family pictures taken this spring and I want to look good. I have a closet full of nice clothes that I can't seem to squeeze all of my body into, and I will not buy bigger clothes...period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, before I knew it, it was time for kids to be home. Sydney had a skate night for school. It's a reward for all the students that reached their reading goal for this nine weeks. This was the first time she reached her goal and she was very proud. So, I dropped her off, and Melia and I went to the grocery store to pick up some cupcakes that I will take to school tomorrow for her birthday. (I told Melia not to go to bed tonight so that she would stay four, but she told me that she would still turn five even if she stayed up all night. lol.) Sydney had basketball practice after skating so Chris had to pick up Sydney from the skating rink and take her to practice and then I pick her up from practice. ::phew:: I stay home to put Melia to bed because basketball practice is from 8:15 to 9:15 p.m. Needless to say that Sydney was exhausted when she went to bed and so was I! Drop them off, pick them up, take them here, take them there, and then put them to bed! Can anyone say, "Mom Taxi?" lol (Marsha, I don't know how you dedicate yourself to it all the time!) During the blurr of the day, Melia brought out one of her doll beds and Tater decided that she liked it very much.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296927878716756866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYJ312PGk4I/AAAAAAAAAhU/pORwic9lol0/s320/January+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She looks like a psycho dog! but we love her. Today she learned to jump up on the couch, which saves the aggravation of tyring to catch her (she jumps around A LOT!) and pull her onto the couch myself. One of her favorite things to play with is the eyeball off of her toy flea, which she has in her mouth in this picture...or maybe it's a pull string that turns on the light in her eyes?! LOL!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296927872715217266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYJ31f4OWXI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ZJAqMAi-EMc/s320/January+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then when I wanted to take more pictures of her, she started to lick my camera! She's gorgeous...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296927877939020002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYJ31zVrQOI/AAAAAAAAAhc/L1VxikaO-wc/s320/January+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This has been a busy day, and it will be a very busy weekend. Tomorrow I cook birthday cake and lasagna! yum...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-295939090031341977?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/295939090031341977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=295939090031341977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/295939090031341977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/295939090031341977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-day.html' title='A busy day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYJ312PGk4I/AAAAAAAAAhU/pORwic9lol0/s72-c/January+2009+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-2679983048739766485</id><published>2009-01-28T18:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:30:09.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natures Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The girls were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; excited that it had started to snow...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Melia&lt;/span&gt; would have watched it all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296486293024406738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYDmOLVx_NI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7oLyn-2UIhM/s320/January+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We got all of about 2 inches, and out near town they only got a dusting. The kids were already out of school (yes, they would cancel school for this little bit of snow) so there won't be any make up days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296486965460844946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYDm1UXHwZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/mS9tdE_c86E/s320/January+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; It really was quite pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296486969115687314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYDm1h-gOZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SLdtzSfyZ_E/s320/January+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The snow was gone in two days. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sunset was so beautiful this evening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296488569874158562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYDoStREE-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/SrG-fP-dYAI/s320/January+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296488565583983074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYDoSdSNMeI/AAAAAAAAAg8/NOEYQspz1fM/s320/January+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I've been busy planning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Melia's&lt;/span&gt; birthday party on Sat. All 14 children (or rather their parents) have R.S.V.P.ed! Wow! I've never had 100% turn out for a party before! It's going to be at a really cool place called Bouncin' Kids. They have a bunch of inflatable slides and jumpy things. A big bonus is they supply everything but the cake! ::phew:: Should be a great time! I'll LYK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-2679983048739766485?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2679983048739766485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=2679983048739766485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2679983048739766485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2679983048739766485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/01/natures-beauty.html' title='Natures Beauty'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SYDmOLVx_NI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7oLyn-2UIhM/s72-c/January+2009+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-6407922650413931316</id><published>2009-01-19T19:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:22:49.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's snowing....</title><content type='html'>OMG it's snowing here in western North Carolina!..... we might get a total of 3 inches by daybreak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_aniCCjs2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_aniCCjs2M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-6407922650413931316?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/6407922650413931316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=6407922650413931316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6407922650413931316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6407922650413931316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s snowing....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-554864096084737468</id><published>2009-01-16T21:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:10:30.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Times, They are are a'changin'!</title><content type='html'>A quick note... I now have to yell at Sydney (9) not because she is acting out or a bad kid but because she is listening to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;! You could say to her, "You're shoes smell like really bad garbage!" and she would dance around and say, "What!?" and so the conversation would go. Actually it could be quite funny....you could yell anything you want to....I love the whole growing up thing!!! She rolls her eyes when I sing the songs that she is listneing to. LOL! I am so uncool, which is so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-554864096084737468?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/554864096084737468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=554864096084737468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/554864096084737468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/554864096084737468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/01/times-they-are-are-achangin.html' title='Times, They are are a&apos;changin&apos;!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-2108360875299312195</id><published>2009-01-16T21:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:24:03.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Darn Cold!</title><content type='html'>It is quite frankly COLD! the high today is 29 degrees and for NC that's cold! Last night it was single digits (low of 7) and almost froze our pipes and tonight is suppose to be colder. The only reason (I believe) that our pipes didn't freeze last night is because our bathroom faucet is leaky...all the time! for the past year we've meant to fix the dam thing but it never gets done. On top of it all, Melia has been home with a serious cold. We (Melia and I) have been snuggled up on the couch under MANY blankets all afternoon watching movies like "SpiderWick Chronicles" and "Night at the Museum". Then she got tired and fell asleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292084611698843394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SXFC6mme3wI/AAAAAAAAAgU/aYNRpXGylQQ/s320/January+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Poor dear, she should be feeling better soon. At least she doesn't go back to school until Wed. The Dr. said that it wasn't anything serious, just the common cold. Man I hate winter! Thank God everyday is just one day closer to spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-2108360875299312195?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2108360875299312195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=2108360875299312195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2108360875299312195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2108360875299312195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-darn-cold.html' title='It&apos;s Darn Cold!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SXFC6mme3wI/AAAAAAAAAgU/aYNRpXGylQQ/s72-c/January+2009+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-550384514694868290</id><published>2009-01-13T00:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:24:06.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little Tater has found the coveted place in front of the heater. Usually Fluke sits there when it's cold but Tater has found that this is the place to be when Fluke isn't around.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290647490093364722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SWwn3HbTtfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/cz3hsUQnSzE/s320/January+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290647496145616050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SWwn3d-RvLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/jSoZBvY3myw/s320/January+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My little darling is very good at peeing on the puppy pee pads but leaves crap all over! err! She's only 3 months old so I cut her some slack. :) I believe she thinks her name is 'Tater Gorgeous' (I tell her she's gorgeous all the time) but she does come to just plain Tater. She also thinks that she is as vicious as a doberman and gets really mad at fleas (no matter how I try to get rid of the fleas she always seems to have one that just won't quit). She seems to be growing (much to my dismay) and doesn't exactly fit the spot by my laptop anymore. She kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chasing&lt;/span&gt;/biting my fingers when I would type! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290649292407846370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SWwpgBkkNeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/_V3Fa-sLFRs/s320/December+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;She is now more comfortable laying between my legs on the other side of my laptop (which is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perminate&lt;/span&gt; fixture to my lap)...looks comfy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290656111422203010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SWwvs8YR5II/AAAAAAAAAgM/RhYhHn4WLrI/s320/January+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All-in-all she's one good pup!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-550384514694868290?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/550384514694868290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=550384514694868290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/550384514694868290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/550384514694868290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/01/tater.html' title='Tater'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SWwn3HbTtfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/cz3hsUQnSzE/s72-c/January+2009+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-8953717600530946475</id><published>2009-01-10T19:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:12:03.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in general</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I blogged so I'll catch you all up. Christmas was good, after all my shopping, money spending, boxing, wrapping, and placing the presents under the tree, the girls took all of seven (7) minuets to open all the gifts....wow. I got Sydney a wii and Melia got the baby that she had been wanting along with most all of everything else that they wanted. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289824621054789778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SWk7d1YWCJI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Ta4BSIf82iM/s320/December+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289824607432212994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SWk7dCoeAgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/QruTYmVcxN4/s320/December+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also on Christmas day we put our trampoline back together. The wind had blown the entire thing into the woods and bent up the frame pretty bad. We now have the trampoline securely staked down with rope and twisty stakes, like the ones you use to stake you dog in the yard. It's a good thing too because the wind really whips around here in the winter! Actually it whips pretty hard in the fall, winter and spring but not a lick in the summer....sux!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally got around to cleaning out Melia's room. Sydney has outgrown Barbies and Melia really wanted them all moved into her room. That meant a serious clean out because her room is about the size of a large walk-in closet. I didn't take any before pictures, just look at the after pictures and imagine stuff everywhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289831145412562130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SWlBZmgdDNI/AAAAAAAAAfc/AqFyZDZESyg/s320/January+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289831149994087986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SWlBZ3kxljI/AAAAAAAAAfk/s_f5N6-HRJk/s320/January+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289831159029129362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SWlBaZO5YJI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hSgllKiic04/s320/January+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All-in-all I took out 3 bags of trash (little toys and crap that accumulates), a very large bag of stuffed animals and extra dolls, and a little tykes doll house. It took me four hours to go through all of her stuff, I even cleaned out her closet!  Melia has not missed any of the things that I took out, mostly because of all the 'new' Barbie stuff. She was very pleased with her 'new' room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-8953717600530946475?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8953717600530946475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=8953717600530946475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8953717600530946475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8953717600530946475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-in-general.html' title='Life in general'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SWk7d1YWCJI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Ta4BSIf82iM/s72-c/December+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-9132459364811434969</id><published>2008-12-31T00:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:56:10.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Should Get A Moose</title><content type='html'>and learn to speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scottish&lt;/span&gt;! (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FMf8ysOL6YM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FMf8ysOL6YM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-9132459364811434969?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/9132459364811434969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=9132459364811434969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/9132459364811434969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/9132459364811434969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/12/everyone-should-get-moose.html' title='Everyone Should Get A Moose'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-5024253491797074117</id><published>2008-12-23T16:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:10:41.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chrismas Play</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday night my girls were in the Christmas play at our church. They were kings/wise men because our church seems to have way more girls than boys. Sydney was decked out in purple and ivory and Melia was well....from China I guess.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283099470697317186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SVFW-j_3w0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/1kXi5Lrn1_c/s320/December+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids sang a little...and Melia attacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c4f2af8602290be3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc4f2af8602290be3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D433B161EFDA3913298B3B528E6AF08DEE89F1FCB.183909E1C6C3301009B816D9A7CAA4970FFA9A49%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc4f2af8602290be3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP-RqBsrhJwwqXJjJ3rDuTuji6mE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc4f2af8602290be3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D433B161EFDA3913298B3B528E6AF08DEE89F1FCB.183909E1C6C3301009B816D9A7CAA4970FFA9A49%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc4f2af8602290be3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP-RqBsrhJwwqXJjJ3rDuTuji6mE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-5024253491797074117?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c4f2af8602290be3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5024253491797074117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=5024253491797074117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5024253491797074117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5024253491797074117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/12/chrismas-play.html' title='The Chrismas Play'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SVFW-j_3w0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/1kXi5Lrn1_c/s72-c/December+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-4333726172070765162</id><published>2008-12-23T16:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:20:01.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Christmas get together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Last night I hosted my first Christmas get together. It went really well I think. My mom, my grandparents, my aunt Nadean, and my brother's family all came for desert and exchanging gifts. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283094766528496066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SVFSsvmoAcI/AAAAAAAAAec/uf-tOBtTV2E/s320/December+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The menu was small, Jell-O no bake cheese cake, and Jell-O peanutbutter desert. Yumm! The kids were loud and crazy... as were the adults! LOL!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283095607513973922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SVFTdshMBKI/AAAAAAAAAek/Z3WM41VAUkE/s320/December+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283094757197330514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SVFSsM15uFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/QhFG3nkxAl4/s320/December+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A rare moment when my brother doesn't run away from a camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283094760121733234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SVFSsXvIkHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/6EjYgBT7o6o/s320/December+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melia was very helpful with the party, she is a natural hostess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283096281793251090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SVFUE8Z5RxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/arVlpt2J76A/s320/December+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Sydney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283096274597321458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SVFUEhmQGvI/AAAAAAAAAes/rLnLyOW-ni0/s320/December+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Overall, the evening was a big sucess and everyone agreed that I should do this agian next year. (I wasn't so sure...I didn't know that these things take so much work! LOL)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283097359992634130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SVFVDtAqOxI/AAAAAAAAAe8/zZUIv9cuPCY/s320/December+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-4333726172070765162?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/4333726172070765162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=4333726172070765162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4333726172070765162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4333726172070765162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-christmas-get-together.html' title='My first Christmas get together'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SVFSsvmoAcI/AAAAAAAAAec/uf-tOBtTV2E/s72-c/December+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-3033169794227156933</id><published>2008-12-20T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:51:49.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Television Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VeutVgWBiWE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VeutVgWBiWE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-3033169794227156933?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3033169794227156933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=3033169794227156933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3033169794227156933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3033169794227156933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/12/television-man.html' title='Television Man'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-2465937441655769413</id><published>2008-12-18T15:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:02:04.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it! I did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well, Monday was the big day...Graduation! There were about 300 of us graduating. I must say that I giggled to myself seeing all the professors walking in with their brightly colored robes and weird shaped hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281236214305836562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUq4WxCgzhI/AAAAAAAAAds/2pRnIdRv7xQ/s320/Graduation+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The cap made me look bald, but other than that I felt great! (See Sydney hiding behind me? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281236229358046434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUq4XpHPTOI/AAAAAAAAAd8/i34fjngfT2o/s320/Graduation+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281237868981345666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUq53FL5XYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/R40s7l2fCMc/s320/Graduation+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281236223708807010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUq4XUEWv2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/F1YjfcydCKE/s320/Graduation+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And so now it's off to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-2465937441655769413?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2465937441655769413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=2465937441655769413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2465937441655769413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2465937441655769413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-did-it-i-did-it.html' title='I did it! I did it!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUq4WxCgzhI/AAAAAAAAAds/2pRnIdRv7xQ/s72-c/Graduation+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-7509646555721138321</id><published>2008-12-14T17:27:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:50:37.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Heels!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went to Chapel Hill, NC for the annual coach Roy Williams kids basketball clinic. We left early (7 a.m.) and drove 3 1/2 hours while the kids watched Elf and Everyones Hero on the DVD players that hang on the back of the front seats. (makes traveling easier) We stayed in a nice hotel with a beautiful view of Home Depot. Suites are great because you can bring your own food to fix it in the kitchenette and the kids get their own TV. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279780426430822130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUWMUwl4NvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/I_iA5C8t8oQ/s320/Tarheel+Trip+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279780424345047810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUWMUo0l0wI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DvACdwQJgkE/s320/Tarheel+Trip+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We went early so that we could go to a woman's basketball game. We had a good time. Melia liked the cheerleaders, I enjoyed the pep band, and Chris and Sydney were enthralled in the game. We all like the fight song. (Not the best video but it gives you an idea what the game was like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c8a82e4ed37c42f8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8a82e4ed37c42f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BF37DF137CD91352897033C8F9AD0EFDE427E60.4400D992B1B853D137BEDF9241B848443A9F929B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8a82e4ed37c42f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsZmdurPRdYzHQf55Yl7BSBAYDrg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8a82e4ed37c42f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307094%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BF37DF137CD91352897033C8F9AD0EFDE427E60.4400D992B1B853D137BEDF9241B848443A9F929B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8a82e4ed37c42f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsZmdurPRdYzHQf55Yl7BSBAYDrg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sydney got her picture taken with their crazy Ram mascot. A cute story; Chris was at the consession stand and the Ram came up to him and started pushing on him so he started pushing back and the Ram fell on the floor and started flailing around....so weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279783838419426690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUWPbXPWnYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/EI7hOTXoKbk/s320/Tarheel+Trip+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then Chris and Sydney went to the boy's game that evening. Melia and I didn't go because it just wouldn't be worth the money so we went window shopping, checked out the hotel gym, and watched the game from the hotel. Well, Melia fell asleep and I got on my lap top (love the free wireless internet access) and the game was on....it was a good evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279785363442908738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUWQ0IZSPkI/AAAAAAAAAbU/wPDlsxnclL4/s320/Tarheel+Trip+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sydney all ready for the game....Go Heels!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279789215323036082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUWUUVxEmbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/HnLjcsY4n0U/s320/Tarheel+Trip+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I tried the glasses on too! (my serious look)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279791365637583810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUWWRgUAs8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/TrOsuF6_mL8/s320/Tarheel+Trip+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boy's won the game, hit 100 points in the game, and at the next game (Thurs) Tyler Hansbrough will break the record for most points scored. Which brings us to the clinic. Every year the coach, Roy Williams, hosts a clinic for kids 1-8th grade to have a chance to shoot some hoops with the players. The kids loved it and the parents LOVED it, cameras flashing, crazy moms harassing the players for pictures, and so on. Coach Williams makes it a point to tell all the parents to stay the hell out of the way (in no uncertain terms LOL) The group of kids was about half than that of last year, which was great because the kids could spend more one-on-one time with the players. The clinic was held at a different time and was not advertised except for a small anouncement on their website so it was mainly repeats from last year...good for us. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279806462376497874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUWkAQDDUtI/AAAAAAAAAdE/h15RK44Yc4g/s320/Tarheel+Trip+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sydney had the most fun playing in this gym with the hilarious Will Graves and Deon Thomson. I tell ya, these guys are real cut ups! They go around singing songs, dancing and making faces, funny guys! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279798029469140034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUWcVZBQxEI/AAAAAAAAAb8/b70zzi7UgMg/s320/Tarheel+Trip+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; In another part of the clinic the kids got to ask the players some questions. I just want to know what they major in and how they get their work done with their schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Marcus Ginyard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279825607218953202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUW1aoJL-_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/WyAi7r0rlH8/s320/Tarheel+Trip+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Ty Lawson...a fav! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279825615598673250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUW1bHXEXWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DMC10E_PRXA/s320/Tarheel+Trip+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course Tyler Hansbrough...(rather a doofis. imo :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279800922348365426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUWe9x1apnI/AAAAAAAAAcM/41OPqOiOsYE/s320/Tarheel+Trip+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the clinic the kids got to got a chance to get the all-coveted autographs. They had a limited amount of time and Sydney got all but a few! (she was so happy) We will frame the poster that she brought home. Here she is with Danny Green. (with a boo-boo from last night's game) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279803701911014402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUWhfkgyzAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/3VYrbEIr_V8/s320/Tarheel+Trip+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Tyler....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279803700073357202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUWhfdqqX5I/AAAAAAAAAcs/qCeGVphxZc8/s320/Tarheel+Trip+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending this clinic each year helps Sydney realize (hopefully) that these guys are real people and that they poop in the toilet just like we do. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-7509646555721138321?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c8a82e4ed37c42f8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/7509646555721138321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=7509646555721138321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7509646555721138321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/7509646555721138321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/12/go-heels.html' title='Go Heels!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUWMUwl4NvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/I_iA5C8t8oQ/s72-c/Tarheel+Trip+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-3232781361888767012</id><published>2008-12-13T19:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:29:43.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great comercial well, not so much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j2z1YroJTRE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j2z1YroJTRE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this commercial, here are the reasons you should shop at Norton Furniture: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) They'll give you credit even if you don't know what credit is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) You can count on the fact that the owner's name is Mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Giant tuxedoed frogs often relax there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Except when concealed men with hedge clippers go on the attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable quote: "Now, seriously. If you can't get credit in my store," (coffee break) "you can't get credit anywhere."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-3232781361888767012?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3232781361888767012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=3232781361888767012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3232781361888767012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3232781361888767012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-comercial-well-not-so-much.html' title='Great comercial well, not so much...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-4517721654650009424</id><published>2008-12-11T21:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:35:28.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit with Santa</title><content type='html'>Today it rained...a lot. I picked the girls up and we headed to the mall to see Santa! The rain ended when we got to the mall so we didn't get drenched like I was afraid we would. So, Santa comes to our house on Christmas eve. We leave cookies on a special "Santa plate" and milk in a special "Santa cup" and this year we will leave a special mixture of carrots, apples, and sweet feed for the reindeer in a special "reindeer pail". This will probably be Sydney's last year to do the whole Santa thing. She has hit her tween years. (between child and teen, fyi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sydney Elf&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278734955780425122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUHVeW66xaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4qTEQ-lA9Iw/s320/December+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melia Elf&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278734959416770738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUHVekd5ALI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Nyun5ZyovV0/s320/December+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Becky Elf&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278734970861995778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUHVfPGpRwI/AAAAAAAAAac/VxYqoCtjrdE/s320/December+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The mall has the best Santa that I've ever seen in person. Melia immediately ran to him and gave him a big hug! She gets the miss congeniality award!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278736148496698770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUHWjyIozZI/AAAAAAAAAak/0Eoan7v6DwE/s320/December+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sydney is a little more reserved....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278736157828494914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUHWkU5gtkI/AAAAAAAAAas/2x7U_sJTxBg/s320/December+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sydney got the bands on her braces changed today to red &amp;amp; green....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="324" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-443b7e778439df0f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D443b7e778439df0f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24C403A360ECD9B02C22EC46DBD4F24F0298BBA7.1C384C3A5983F790E41FE00207BB5BD7DEDD3A0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D443b7e778439df0f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9MrWT-R_cbGJn-VEzk6jFC-qfaU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="324" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D443b7e778439df0f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24C403A360ECD9B02C22EC46DBD4F24F0298BBA7.1C384C3A5983F790E41FE00207BB5BD7DEDD3A0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D443b7e778439df0f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9MrWT-R_cbGJn-VEzk6jFC-qfaU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Melia likes Santa hugs best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f76bcd947e14a77b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df76bcd947e14a77b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BC9BE18065BB44AE902EB3D0FCBA5A3C61CF8D5.4819049506DFFE82297F53F3B505B1004CEC9D18%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df76bcd947e14a77b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2diJyfUD0f3bOkRkTUAXcn-wh1k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df76bcd947e14a77b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330307095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BC9BE18065BB44AE902EB3D0FCBA5A3C61CF8D5.4819049506DFFE82297F53F3B505B1004CEC9D18%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df76bcd947e14a77b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2diJyfUD0f3bOkRkTUAXcn-wh1k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then we saw this really cute Santa bear in a store along the way...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278741065026882690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUHbB9oxzII/AAAAAAAAAa0/O4p4X66nIZY/s320/December+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-4517721654650009424?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=443b7e778439df0f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f76bcd947e14a77b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/4517721654650009424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=4517721654650009424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4517721654650009424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4517721654650009424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/12/visit-with-santa.html' title='A visit with Santa'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SUHVeW66xaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4qTEQ-lA9Iw/s72-c/December+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-5202767172423549379</id><published>2008-12-10T23:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:21:44.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jozin z bazin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This song is about Bigfoot...I think....the subtitles help...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ruNijRWf-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ruNijRWf-U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2640879469163767349-5202767172423549379?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5202767172423549379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=5202767172423549379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5202767172423549379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5202767172423549379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/12/jozin-z-bazin.html' title='Jozin z bazin'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-6923451582282390094</id><published>2008-12-06T18:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:05:53.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamster on a Piano (eating popcorn)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRzTfgds0UI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRzTfgds0UI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-6923451582282390094?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/6923451582282390094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=6923451582282390094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6923451582282390094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6923451582282390094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/12/hamster-on-piano-eating-popcorn.html' title='Hamster on a Piano (eating popcorn)'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-3934598162323788911</id><published>2008-12-06T17:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:09:50.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>Today I took two final exams. &lt;fhew&gt;They were in Global Understanding (world history after 1945) and Hispanic Culture (self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;explanatory&lt;/span&gt;). Well, I had to drive an hour to get there, take my first test, and wait 4 hours to take my other! So, during these 4 hours of being alone in a town that I am not familiar with, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grabbed&lt;/span&gt; some lunch (close to the school), sat in my car, did an online puzzle, twiddled my thumbs, and chatted a bit with other students. I felt so much happier on the drive home because these finals were over! So here's a video you can get up and dance to! Only one more class to finish, let's party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HK0l2tqFDvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HK0l2tqFDvM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-3934598162323788911?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3934598162323788911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=3934598162323788911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3934598162323788911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3934598162323788911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-5965447843547139633</id><published>2008-12-04T10:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:00:23.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought that I would test out the video feature on my camera and the dogs were cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a5ffa6883e8e051" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2a5ffa6883e8e051&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5965447843547139633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=5965447843547139633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5965447843547139633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5965447843547139633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-video.html' title='A little video'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-3276331924908225529</id><published>2008-11-30T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:26:04.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Sundays</title><content type='html'>Not much going on. We went to Hickory (20 miles away) and ate some CiCi's pizza, went to the tractor supply store (but they don't sell actual tractor parts, believe me I looked!) you know, the usual rainy Sunday afternoon. Chris got some gloves that he can wear while using a pencil and the girls and I picked up some chew bones, a pig's ear and some toys for the dogs, a tick and a flea! Tater liked the tic...the white thing is the flea. They really aren't big toys, Tater's just small... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274624746012976194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STM7QqWWpEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/4pSxaX1w4r0/s320/November+17,+08+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274624752254954594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STM7RBmjrGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/p5bd2yq_OOY/s320/November+17,+08+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274624772549432162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STM7SNNI02I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FQM9zBqfg40/s320/November+17,+08+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interstate was bumper to bumper and it was rather rainy, but we ate good food and spent a nice day together. &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/2640879469163767349-3276331924908225529?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3276331924908225529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=3276331924908225529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3276331924908225529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/3276331924908225529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/11/rainy-sundays.html' title='Rainy Sundays'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STM7QqWWpEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/4pSxaX1w4r0/s72-c/November+17,+08+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-5167075739939352047</id><published>2008-11-29T22:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:41:44.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a dog person and we put up the tree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the years I've become a dog person... there so darn cute!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274291012749649842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STILu1D6Z7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/KLkFkdIYEX8/s320/November+17,+08+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Max is so loyal and Tater is always underfoot...she really likes to play with Max, just the way that Max "plays" with Fluke. lol. You see, Max has become less of a puppy and to see a puppy want to chew on &lt;strong&gt;his &lt;/strong&gt;legs is just plain funny! (payback for Fluke!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Max was wondering why I wasn't taking pictures of him so he got in front of the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Look at me! Take a picture of me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274298778695517058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STISy3dsQ4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/BNJqfuckM7U/s320/November+17,+08+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We put up our Christmas tree. Actually, we got a new Christmas tree...the new tree is great and all that, but our old tree had such personality! It was a little sad and leaned to one side but...it was our tree for 10 years. So, it's taken a day or two for this new tree to grow on me. Now I think that it is a very nice tree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274293363827770546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STIN3rgnhLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JCW_C_2fwSw/s320/November+17,+08+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's actually quite pretty... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274294881915922258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STIPQC1CZ1I/AAAAAAAAAZc/LUpGXJjhiN0/s320/November+17,+08+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway...we're in the Christmas spirit and we have cute dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-5167075739939352047?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5167075739939352047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=5167075739939352047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5167075739939352047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5167075739939352047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-dog-person-and-we-put-up-tree.html' title='I&apos;m a dog person and we put up the tree!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STILu1D6Z7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/KLkFkdIYEX8/s72-c/November+17,+08+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-8832180649897678825</id><published>2008-11-28T17:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:14:10.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a nice thanksgiving meal at Tony and Lynda's. Lynda fixed most all of the food. (I brought the veggie casserole and some cool whip.) The kids had a great time and the food was fabulous! I took a picture of the turkey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before....(picture perfect!) Mmmmmm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273847420417510818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STB4SW2YjaI/AAAAAAAAAYc/twCpsZsVllg/s320/November+17,+08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and after...lol! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273847423353727602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STB4ShybqnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fP6WBKV-dJA/s320/November+17,+08+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chris carved the turkey and mom set the table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273849085354858706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STB5zROYWNI/AAAAAAAAAY0/QRLAQHT8jnM/s320/November+17,+08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and the girls waited...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273849086819972242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STB5zWrsNJI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ITtfDxA7vEQ/s320/November+17,+08+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273849096336575026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STB5z6IoCjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/pFMbV3YfkBg/s320/November+17,+08+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a really good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273850181856851762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STB6zGA09zI/AAAAAAAAAZE/lrs8M5A0uIU/s320/November+17,+08+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-8832180649897678825?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8832180649897678825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=8832180649897678825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8832180649897678825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8832180649897678825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/STB4SW2YjaI/AAAAAAAAAYc/twCpsZsVllg/s72-c/November+17,+08+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-4904979556241170215</id><published>2008-11-24T14:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:13:24.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;About 2 months ago I let my neighbor Robert know that I wanted one of his puppies (his little dog was pregnant). Well, the momma dog had them under his house and he thought they had died in the cold but that wasn't the case. I don't know if Fluke is pregnant or not (she's menopausal) but we'll give away any pups she does have and then get her fixed....I don't want to go through a dog in heat again. Back to our new addition...she's about 5 weeks old, and reminds me of our childhood dog Pixie. Our little pup's name right now is Tater Tot or Tots. I'm not sure if that will stay her name, we have a tendency to give nicknames!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first thing I gave her a bath...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272313961728159010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSsFnUEjrSI/AAAAAAAAAXs/NFDi1bN2At0/s320/November+17,+08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272313955420841714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSsFm8kxpvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KVZY-uwT5t0/s320/November+17,+08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm crate training her because I have found that that is the easiest way to house train my dogs. Right now we are going through the most disgusting part, worming, eewwww! Nothing like spaghetti poop! &lt;gag&gt;She's just getting used to the whole crate idea but she'll come to like it just like Max did. In fact, when I was cleaning the bedding to go into her crate Max crawled in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Max will love to play with her in a few weeks&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272316438976908194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSsH3giry6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Ed0Stlon4dM/s320/November+17,+08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272319007798499426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSsKNCJemGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xPtMQPaSUAY/s320/November+17,+08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves to be with people and sit beside me while I'm on my laptop...so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272317303307091602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSsIp0bDvpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/FNe2EqSDeP4/s320/November+17,+08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272317311801552098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSsIqUES7OI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gtJXtFP4790/s320/November+17,+08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272318259194339394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSsJhdYVoEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/35oQmj7C5pg/s320/November+17,+08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-4904979556241170215?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/4904979556241170215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=4904979556241170215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4904979556241170215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/4904979556241170215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-new-addition.html' title='Our New Addition'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSsFnUEjrSI/AAAAAAAAAXs/NFDi1bN2At0/s72-c/November+17,+08+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-8477488331460792601</id><published>2008-11-22T22:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:46:17.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a fighting chance</title><content type='html'>This morning my girls and I woke up early (8:45 on a Saturday is early) and we went and saw the movie Bolt. It was great and in 3D! I paid out my nose for it though (well, I wasn't expecting to pay as much as I did anyway). Oh, well, we kept the glasses! Then we came home and both my girls took up the computers! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What am I in for???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Melia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was on Noggin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271699477465849666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSjWvnz230I/AAAAAAAAAXE/z8ztM9tjNM8/s320/November+17,+08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Sydney was using my laptop to look up some important &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tarheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; info....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271699486618110754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSjWwJ57SyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/zJtmrWY95ik/s320/November+17,+08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We missed the game last night. Yes, it is that time of year. The time of year for pure excitement, I assure you! Go Heels!!!! I have never seen a little girl get so involved with a college basketball team! She knows the players, their stats, and their injuries....and sympathizes GREATLY with them. Last year as a Christmas present we went to Chapel Hill, NC where we went to a game on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night and the next morning Sydney got to be on the court and shoot baskets with the beloved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tarheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; players (Tyler &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hansbrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; especially!) The coach hosts a time where kids can pass a few balls with the players and even see the practice room. Then they get a chance to get some autographs. We had a great and memorable time and plan to go back this year. College basketball brings out the passion in Sydney to say the least. Last year Tyler had his nose broken right before playoffs! Sydney was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;devastated (I mean REALLY devastated!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An injury, by a Duke Blue Devil! (the teams are arch rivals)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271703149053098306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSjaFVieOUI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IUVjA4SjPws/s320/hansbrough+nose+blood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He had to play the last few games with a mask, can you imagine??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271703151117064882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSjaFdOj2rI/AAAAAAAAAXc/YY12LohnVfc/s320/hansbrough+mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I upgrade our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; subscription to get the games (for about 3 months) and our conversations are filled with the plays of the games. Over these past two years I have come to look forward to college basketball. A crash course: Duke (although a world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;renowned&lt;/span&gt; school to study med) is not as great as North Carolina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tarheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to basketball! Carolina State is nothing to be concerned about, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;UNC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will make it to the final 4 again this year. The two schools (Duke and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;UNC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) are only miles apart! That's why they are such rivals, I'm sure! I feel like I'm back in high school! Whatever thrills my kid thrills me! Go team!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Football for some, basketball for us! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-8477488331460792601?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8477488331460792601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=8477488331460792601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8477488331460792601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8477488331460792601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-fighting-chance.html' title='Not a fighting chance'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSjWvnz230I/AAAAAAAAAXE/z8ztM9tjNM8/s72-c/November+17,+08+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-5876585006248284157</id><published>2008-11-21T18:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:53:32.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSdEDn3L9SI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Rh-tTFJDvrA/s1600-h/elf+storage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271256717891204386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSdEDn3L9SI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Rh-tTFJDvrA/s320/elf+storage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Man it’s a good thing this place opened. My Elves are getting to be a handful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271258679636982786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSdF1z70_AI/AAAAAAAAAWk/7lafhVCqUII/s320/road_signs_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ya'll don't come back now, ya hear?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271259638458752690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSdGtn0wHrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/E2VasZ9fDwY/s320/flooded+sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yeah, after 100 years of rain this place might experience some flooding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271259943694748834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSdG_Y6rzKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/s249muCWgos/s320/drive+sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Where the deer and the children roam (freely).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271261731973438050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSdInexjGmI/AAAAAAAAAW8/5jD036FOwAI/s320/deaf+child.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Is this a warning sign? Is he dangerous? Is he hiding in the woods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-5876585006248284157?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5876585006248284157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=5876585006248284157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5876585006248284157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5876585006248284157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/11/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSdEDn3L9SI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Rh-tTFJDvrA/s72-c/elf+storage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-8146449851083885415</id><published>2008-11-21T16:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:36:32.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamsters are Cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love hamsters! This is just one fast hamster! If only that other guy gets out of the way! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXRH50fvHWA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXRH50fvHWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-8146449851083885415?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8146449851083885415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=8146449851083885415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8146449851083885415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8146449851083885415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/11/hamsters-are-cute.html' title='Hamsters are Cute!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-6380531403116182072</id><published>2008-11-20T21:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:10:58.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was the Science Fair and.....Sydney got 1st place for her class!!!! Wha-Hooo! Most of her teachers thought her project was discusting (in a good way) lol.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270935201287208018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSYfo5LTfFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/hjXs_aOq2Q8/s320/November+17,+08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270938259229935298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSYia45qhsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RbAFKYTNV6I/s320/November+17,+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The ribbon has priority on our fridge :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A girl named Kristin won first place overall. She gets to go to regionals. Her project was testing wood glue and how well it holds, good project. More good news...Chris got his CDL class B license! (which means that he can legally drive the big trucks just not pull a trailer) The license means a 5% raise and doing cooler things on the job. It's almost time to put up the town's Christmas decorations. We'll see how he does....lord knows he doesn't put  them up at home! lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-6380531403116182072?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/6380531403116182072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=6380531403116182072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6380531403116182072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/6380531403116182072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-things.html' title='Good Things!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSYfo5LTfFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/hjXs_aOq2Q8/s72-c/November+17,+08+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-1076802635823453798</id><published>2008-11-19T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:57:42.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Machine</title><content type='html'>I just learned how to add YouTube video's!!!! Take a gander at this adventure.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8rJ1WML60Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8rJ1WML60Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-1076802635823453798?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/1076802635823453798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=1076802635823453798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1076802635823453798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/1076802635823453798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-machine.html' title='The Time Machine'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-8509552977768430696</id><published>2008-11-18T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:06:51.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is not that exciting (I like it that way) but I find that a lot of little tidbits happen. We got a new trampoline. The old one came apart after 2 years and about 1,000 hours of kids jumping on it. Seriously, kids jump on it about 2 hours a day so we get our money's worth. I have yet to tie down the bottom part of the net. (today is windy...lol)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270049759359664130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSL6VY9EAAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2iSRhB3wKiM/s320/November+17,+08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The girls got their school pictures back...well the proofs anyway. So I took a picture of the pictures. Sydney looks like she's thinking about turning into a teenager :) I love watching them grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270050758478103730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSL7Pi9dhLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/dJEBN2FQeKM/s320/November+17,+08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270050764072819442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSL7P3zWGvI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VnOYaD8pY0Q/s320/November+17,+08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Sydney turned in her science project the other day. It turned out really good. Tomorrow is the science fair. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for 1st or 2nd place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270051567700796834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSL7-pjL5aI/AAAAAAAAAVU/XjrV12MWiZ8/s320/November+17,+08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We added a few pictures of bacteria from the Internet on the middle panel to fill up the empty space, and it was a nice addition to the whole project.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I watched Little B the other day while her mom ran some errands. We went to Wal-Mart and then she played in the tub.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270052531681524610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSL82wqGe4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/L3fHZPG_pSU/s320/November+17,+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...little buns!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls love to play horse and run around and act all crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270052947462874770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSL9O9kGZpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/kM8byii2Ghg/s320/November+17,+08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's the thank-you picture Melia drew for our neighbors. They weren't home when we took it over so we left it on their door...I'm sure it made them smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270054600046815074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSL-vJ60J2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/5eR6ElIreRI/s320/November+17,+08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided that a picture of me was long over due, and since I was having a pretty good hair day I'd take a picture of myself. So, hear I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270057661401861010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSMBhWWvC5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/v1hCV2DN7gU/s320/November+17,+08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today I watched it snow! The clouds covering the moutains in the distance is snow coming down. (the best kind of snow...the kind that is miles away!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270057669744985874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSMBh1b5BxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EOlA7vOjGRQ/s320/November+17,+08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;(18 days left of classes and 27 days until graduation day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-8509552977768430696?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8509552977768430696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=8509552977768430696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8509552977768430696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/8509552977768430696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/11/tidbits.html' title='Tidbits'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SSL6VY9EAAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2iSRhB3wKiM/s72-c/November+17,+08+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-5374235911698752795</id><published>2008-11-11T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:34:24.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nicest Things</title><content type='html'>Well, Fluke is in heat so we have MANY dogs just hanging around just waiting for her to come out.  It's all good because I would like a puppy out of Fluke and a cute neighbor dog named Bobby. I plan to get Fluke fixed after the puppy business is over, even though she'll be 11 years old. I don't want to go through all this crap again! Errr....the dogs keep me up all night! So, the kids were jumping on the trampoline and Melia put her shoes on the ground while she jumped. Kids being kids, she forgot all about her shoes until I saw one laying on the ground and I looked all over for the other but no shoe. I went up to the neighbors, who have a few chocolate labs, to see if one of the dogs carried it home. It happened with Sydney's shoe. I found it all chewed up but wearable. The owners hadn't seen the shoe so we went home. Get this, a few minuets ago the guy came to the door with new shoes for Melia! How nice!!! I told him I couldn't except them but he insisted (they don't have kids but know it takes a lot to raise them, he looked happy just to give them) and said that if his dogs are bothering us just let him know. Melia is making a nice thank you picture that she will take up to our neighbors tomorrow after school.  So nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-5374235911698752795?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5374235911698752795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=5374235911698752795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5374235911698752795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/5374235911698752795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/11/nicest-things.html' title='The Nicest Things'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640879469163767349.post-2079239123705847603</id><published>2008-11-07T18:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:20:30.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacteria!</title><content type='html'>I believe that we are done growing the bacteria for the 4th grade science project. The most interesting bacteria came from under Sydney's finger nails. Most of it was, as best as I can describe it, stringy and swirly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266066033190907778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SRTTKAgYL4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/F9v5G9AIxiM/s320/Bacteria+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bacteria from her nose was most interesting because it has many different stuff growing. I have no idea what in the world it is. The experiment is only to find out what bacteria grows the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266066025971008898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SRTTJlnBRYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZOg-ss2RE9U/s320/Bacteria+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a sample from behind her ears. It was slow growing and looks a lot like the sample Melia took from her hands. I ended this experiment at 10 days because I saw what looked like mold growing on the dishes and I didn't want that to get in the way of her experiment. (If I'm wrong here please let me know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266066012287853954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SRTTIyos5YI/AAAAAAAAAT8/I6wfdFLsXco/s320/Bacteria+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mouth sample is what surprised me the most. I expected to see a lot of bacteria growing on here, but it's relatively good. I thought that it would be cool to get a sample from a horse mouth, a dog mouth, maybe even a pig mouth, but Sydney wasn't on board with that. (It is her experiment after all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266066009506478418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SRTTIoRkeVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Du-O8jBbiJY/s320/Bacteria+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sydney took a sample from between her toes and we were not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;It grew real fast and then not much happened, with the other dishes not much happened and then they turned colors. That's bacteria for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266068916139987794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SRTVx0VAE1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/yeOA4dC0gPM/s320/Bacteria+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266066018727566546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SRTTJKoDHNI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_E1o59lym1Q/s320/Bacteria+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So her hypothesis was correct, foot bacteria grows the fastest. I would have liked to find out what kind of bacteria we were growing but that takes a lot more testing and she's only doing a 4th grade experiment. Now we just need to graph the results. I think that I'll let the dishes be and look at them later and see how nasty they turn out. Fun, fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2640879469163767349-2079239123705847603?l=rmcarswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2079239123705847603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640879469163767349&amp;postID=2079239123705847603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2079239123705847603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640879469163767349/posts/default/2079239123705847603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmcarswell.blogspot.com/2008/11/bacteria.html' title='Bacteria!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726961454013567072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SdrEUA96EFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Awkb3EFa438/S220/Picture+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gyq3L3zHeyw/SRTTKAgYL4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/F9v5G9AIxiM/s72-c/Bacteria+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
