<?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-5638757398380178236</id><updated>2012-01-27T13:19:11.398-06:00</updated><category term='Raising Boys'/><category term='Kudos'/><category term='Contests and Giveaways'/><category term='parenthood'/><category term='Evan'/><category term='Cancer'/><category term='Daily'/><category term='Egg Substiutes'/><category term='Family'/><category term='organization'/><category term='Allergies'/><category term='Style-Shopping'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Corey'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Craft'/><category term='Appreciation'/><category term='Tackle It Tuesday'/><category term='Lauren'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='WorkOut Wednesdays'/><category term='moxie'/><category term='Cousins'/><category term='Games'/><category term='respect'/><category term='Mister Mom'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Too Early in the Morning'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Embrace the Moment Monday'/><category term='wisdom of children'/><category term='Philanthropy'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='pet'/><category term='Thankful Thursdays'/><category term='Home and Garden'/><title type='text'>A Moxie Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>Enjoying family, children, recipes, crafts, organization tips, news, fashion and gadgets.  
Oh yes, I am a gadget girl.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-2011795304971520567</id><published>2010-06-11T10:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T10:24:03.346-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>I Heart Faces Fix-It-Friday #58</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/TBJVBikO3lI/AAAAAAAABi8/-VfbRXFZLyA/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/TBJVCQGPx-I/AAAAAAAABjA/utpQJ06QY2U/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="310" height="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Over at &lt;a href="http://iheartfaces.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;I Heart Faces&lt;/a&gt; on Fridays they have a Fix-It_Friday challenge that gives everyone the opportunity to practice fixing photos.&amp;#160; You can also look at all the other contributions of fixed photos to see how others chose to FIX IT and learn from each other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is the before photo:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/TBJVC0yoEqI/AAAAAAAABjE/MC_az0AE91Y/s1600-h/fif%2358%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="fif#58" border="0" alt="fif#58" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/TBJVDN_JhYI/AAAAAAAABjI/0xzRWoPPrOw/fif%2358_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="391" height="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I copied the original layer and then began to make changes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I played with the curves to lighten the photo and then burned the edges to add focus.&amp;#160; I couldn’t help myself… I also added a touch of color to the sky.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I loved the sunburst in this photo!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is the after:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/TBJVDuJ1VhI/AAAAAAAABjM/MEaN6OOW174/s1600-h/fif%2358-edit%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="fif#58-edit" border="0" alt="fif#58-edit" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/TBJVEKhgb4I/AAAAAAAABjQ/QllIiC_sij8/fif%2358-edit_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="392" height="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:c27318e5-5320-43d9-831e-ba61cdd1b1e5" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/photography" rel="tag"&gt;photography&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/I+heart+Faces" rel="tag"&gt;I heart Faces&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Fix+It+Friday" rel="tag"&gt;Fix It Friday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-2011795304971520567?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2011795304971520567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=2011795304971520567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2011795304971520567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2011795304971520567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-heart-faces-fix-it-friday-58.html' title='I Heart Faces Fix-It-Friday #58'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/TBJVCQGPx-I/AAAAAAAABjA/utpQJ06QY2U/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-5994789929841230643</id><published>2010-02-26T16:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:23:18.653-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>I Heart Faces  - Fix it Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am extremely excited.&amp;#160; Due to the million &amp;amp; one things that always seem to pop up on Friday, I haven’t participated in a Fix It Friday… until today.&amp;#160; I am thrilled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Photography is a hobby that is quickly becoming a passion and I only hope that one day it will become a career.&amp;#160; I have a long way to go and a LOT of learning to do before that happens though.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today due to the Fix It Friday challenge, I learned how to apply a mask and played with the curves of the photo to get these final results.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is the before photo:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S4hJ0EExxhI/AAAAAAAABiA/3TEWVAl3T9s/s1600-h/iheartfaces%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="iheartfaces" border="0" alt="iheartfaces" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S4hJ0vUzApI/AAAAAAAABiE/h3WYGN8Q898/iheartfaces_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is the after:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S4hJ1PauAZI/AAAAAAAABiI/f0rH2SHadWs/s1600-h/iheartfaces-FIF%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="iheartfaces-FIF" border="0" alt="iheartfaces-FIF" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S4hJ1fLc6OI/AAAAAAAABiM/lvIOxK1xwQE/iheartfaces-FIF_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By playing with the curves I was able to brighten the sky and then lighten her so that we could see her cute little face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I absolutely love learning about photography.&amp;#160; Now if you’ll excuse me I have many many many photos like this that I need to go back and fix.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:d2987388-99f1-421e-8320-f752ebda7ed6" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Photography" rel="tag"&gt;Photography&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/I+Heart+Faces" rel="tag"&gt;I Heart Faces&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Fix+It+Friday" rel="tag"&gt;Fix It Friday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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He is a man with amazing character and is truly someone that I could respect.&amp;#160; I love his heart and not only who he is but who he wants to become.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S3SdmKc_sJI/AAAAAAAABUY/AQRMtNAXRqY/s1600-h/Corey-groom%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Corey-groom" border="0" alt="Corey-groom" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S3SdmfLUeaI/AAAAAAAABUc/9mRd8TSalEA/Corey-groom_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="338" height="517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is one of our engagement photos.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could stare at this photo forever.&amp;#160; He looks so good in blue.&amp;#160; The color is just the perfect backdrop for his gorgeous eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S3Sdm83_5SI/AAAAAAAABUg/xN96WLqFckc/s1600-h/engagement%20photo%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="engagement photo" border="0" alt="engagement photo" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S3SdnVeX3NI/AAAAAAAABUk/ecj_mSchBc8/engagement%20photo_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We had an outside wedding planned and at the last minute, all of the plans had to change and we had to move the wedding indoors.&amp;#160; The arrangements didn’t turn out exactly like I had wanted but to be honest… it really didn’t matter to me.&amp;#160; I was marrying the man of my dreams and we were getting ready to start our lives together.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S3Sdn89_q4I/AAAAAAAABUo/vfZUFrSbRbI/s1600-h/Kissing%20-%20wedding%20day%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Kissing - wedding day" border="0" alt="Kissing - wedding day" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S3SdoELxtAI/AAAAAAAABUs/WOsKzmC9fzc/Kissing%20-%20wedding%20day_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" height="517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Off to the honey moon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Everyday I fall inlove with this man all over again.&amp;#160; I fall inlove with his character, the way that he touches me, his silliness (yes, even the fart jokes), and his commitment to our marriage.&amp;#160; I will gladly spend my life finding new ways to keep our love alive and growing if that means that I get to hold his hand forever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S3Sdor9II-I/AAAAAAAABUw/JfwO-gXFLQA/s1600-h/Into%20the%20sunset%20-%20wedding%20day%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Into the sunset - wedding day" border="0" alt="Into the sunset - wedding day" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S3Sdoxan3XI/AAAAAAAABU0/Jx_qZ22IddY/Into%20the%20sunset%20-%20wedding%20day_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just couldn’t seem to keep my lips off him.&amp;#160; :-)&amp;#160; Okay, okay.&amp;#160; Just maybe the photographer was telling us what to do, but I was more than happy to oblige.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S3SdpU-DcUI/AAAAAAAABU4/n0HiFnvRaOQ/s1600-h/Kissing%20again%20-%20wedding%20day%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Kissing again - wedding day" border="0" alt="Kissing again - wedding day" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S3Sdpqbb64I/AAAAAAAABU8/ZIZ6ff41K4M/Kissing%20again%20-%20wedding%20day_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The outdoor wedding would have been amazing and beautiful but it was so hot, muggy (it had rained that morning) and the air felt so thick.&amp;#160; I had to move the event inside to make sure that no one (us or one of the guests) passed out due to the heat.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; However we were able to get a few photos in the area where the wedding would have been.&amp;#160; They are definitely some of my favorites.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S3SdqECjT_I/AAAAAAAABVA/8r7d16WB8bY/s1600-h/wedding%20day%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="wedding day" border="0" alt="wedding day" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S3Sdqri3ILI/AAAAAAAABVE/c6plcxLOpyc/wedding%20day_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="338" height="517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God has blessed our marriage from the beginning.&amp;#160; I have always felt that he was the man that I was supposed to marry.&amp;#160; He was the one that I was waiting for.&amp;#160; We have reached milestones and shared many experiences, both good and bad.&amp;#160; I am so thankful to be sharing this journey with him.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love you Corey!&amp;#160; Happy Valentine’s Day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-3394984346359497974?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3394984346359497974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=3394984346359497974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3394984346359497974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3394984346359497974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S3SdmfLUeaI/AAAAAAAABUc/9mRd8TSalEA/s72-c/Corey-groom_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-748014341525114609</id><published>2010-02-04T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T07:00:00.183-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom of children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>They Are Taking Over the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S2pZzYV7FgI/AAAAAAAABUI/RqWS9aEq6NA/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S2pZzyD9nlI/AAAAAAAABUM/onJsajn3mF8/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="366" height="366" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am never disappointed by son’s ability to make me smile.&amp;#160; Yesterday on the way to take Lauren to school, Evan became extremely frustrated.&amp;#160; I could hear his heart rate increase from the front seat before he passionately said, “MOM, why are the bulldozers RUINING our world?”&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=135071.3466588&amp;amp;type=2&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" src="http://TRUS.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pTRU1-5681887t130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;p&gt;I laughed and explained that they are just making the roads wider and the roads will be much nicer once they finish. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He still didn’t find any humor in the situation,”Well their mommies must not have taught them to clean up their mess before they started something else.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was so thankful that I had just swallowed my drink of water because I have no doubt that I would have been wearing it otherwise. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S2pZ0FKlFpI/AAAAAAAABUQ/C_iIVuAV-WI/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S2pZ0n7bgDI/AAAAAAAABUU/oLfVw4dlD68/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="154" height="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The child is only three, but in our world he has not seen a road that leads to our home that is Construction-orange-free.&amp;#160; It’s sad to say… there are three different highway/main routes that we can take to get to our home and all three are under construction and have been his entire life.&amp;#160; So from his point of view, the machines are taking over. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=135071.10000915&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Toys R Us" src="http://www.toysrus.com/graphics/promo/TRU/TRU-clearance_125x125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=135071.10000915&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0" width="1" height="1" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:77e2e33f-a774-4ab1-a2f0-6464159ce788" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/bulldozers" rel="tag"&gt;bulldozers&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/boys" rel="tag"&gt;boys&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/passion" rel="tag"&gt;passion&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/road+work" rel="tag"&gt;road work&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/detour" rel="tag"&gt;detour&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/toys" rel="tag"&gt;toys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-748014341525114609?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/748014341525114609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=748014341525114609' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/748014341525114609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/748014341525114609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-are-taking-over-world.html' title='They Are Taking Over the World'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S2pZzyD9nlI/AAAAAAAABUM/onJsajn3mF8/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-2443853273199581663</id><published>2010-01-26T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:55:00.218-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Early in the Morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>Of course I do, but do you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;THINGS HE SAYS TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Evan: Mom, do you know where my balls are?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(I have to admit, I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that one.&amp;#160; So I answered it with a question).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Me: Yes, but do YOU know where they are?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Evan: He giggled hysterically and said “OF COURSE!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(I still have no idea what “balls” we was referring to at that particular moment).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S13Nb92dc4I/AAAAAAAABUA/wVfDJaGSmtc/s1600-h/image%5B13%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S13Nc5lI9SI/AAAAAAAABUE/ATzktcqAWuk/image_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="366" height="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:a3b2c60c-359d-4940-9942-d4a718acf603" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Too+Early+in+the+Morning" rel="tag"&gt;Too Early in the Morning&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Raising+Boys" rel="tag"&gt;Raising Boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-2443853273199581663?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2443853273199581663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=2443853273199581663' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2443853273199581663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2443853273199581663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-course-i-do-but-do-you.html' title='Of course I do, but do you?'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S13Nc5lI9SI/AAAAAAAABUE/ATzktcqAWuk/s72-c/image_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-3726954515232806509</id><published>2010-01-25T09:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:52:47.394-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>All about Canon Lenses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is the lens that I currently own and LOVE dearly.&amp;#160; The images that this little baby takes are just short of magical.&amp;#160; This is the lens that I use for the majority of the photos on this site.&amp;#160; (On occasion I will use a Tamron lens, but it is most definitely not my preferred lens).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S12-Nio0UPI/AAAAAAAABTQ/8_HnmpGBpjA/s1600-h/image14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S12-Of56coI/AAAAAAAABTU/kxTZ39la3rc/image_thumb4.png?imgmax=800" width="366" height="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;EF 50mm f/1.4 USM $389.99&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S12-Ox6AILI/AAAAAAAABTY/YSvjRL1PTps/s1600-h/image17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S12-PeFcaEI/AAAAAAAABTc/VLqWoyo7wVI/image_thumb5.png?imgmax=800" width="366" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Here is a sample photo from the Canon website).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Recently (more like two months ago), I had a few (two) people ask about my thoughts on lenses and what I use.&amp;#160; I’m sorry that it has taken me so long to respond, life “encouraged” me to take a break from blogging.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are some of the lenses that I drool over.&amp;#160; I have used some of them, but I don’t own any of the following lenses.&amp;#160; As you may have noticed, I shoot a Canon camera.&amp;#160; So if you have a Nikon camera, I apologize because I haven’t researched lenses for a Nikon camera body… at all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;STANDARD ZOOM:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S12-P4rj2xI/AAAAAAAABTg/uLigGCaJ6tw/s1600-h/image8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S12-QUWBfpI/AAAAAAAABTk/y04QBCfP3N8/image_thumb2.png?imgmax=800" width="366" height="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The EF-S 17-55mm f/2.8 IS USM $1179.00&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A standard zoom lens usually comes in most camera “kits” when purchased.&amp;#160; It is one of those tools that everyone should have in their camera case, if not attached to your camera.&amp;#160; Just looking at the aperture on this lens makes me drool and dream of bokeh (The dreamy-hazy effect on your background that just makes your sharp, crisp subject stand out).&amp;#160; Ahhhh!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S12-Q_cQBlI/AAAAAAAABTo/229dR99P8PQ/s1600-h/image11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S12-RXXrhzI/AAAAAAAABTs/IoELFNPJrko/image_thumb3.png?imgmax=800" width="366" height="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The EF-S 15-85mm f/3.5-5.6 IS USM $799.99&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is another standard lens that has caught my eye.&amp;#160; The aperture, or f-stop, isn’t as good as the 2.8, the focal length is greater.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;TELEPHOTO ZOOM:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S12-RwfVvdI/AAAAAAAABTw/YZIOziSh--Q/s1600-h/image2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S12-SdDnt-I/AAAAAAAABT0/BgFAMimqe_8/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="366" height="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The EF 70-200mm f/2.8L IS II USM *new&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;This lens is new and will be released in February of 2010.&amp;#160; So Canon, if you are out there and need anyone to test this lens and review it.&amp;#160; I will be more than happy (ecstatic even) to help you out in any way that I can.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;WIDE ANGLE LENS:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S12-SyMs3DI/AAAAAAAABT4/iVggSR2LksI/s1600-h/image5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S12-TXzTh3I/AAAAAAAABT8/zT5ymMP6yHk/image_thumb1.png?imgmax=800" width="366" height="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;The EF 35mm f/1.4L USM $1479.00&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I told you earlier, the 50mm that I own is a dream.&amp;#160; The only problem that I have with it is that I have trouble with getting group photos.&amp;#160; Anytime that I want to take a family photo or picture of my daughter’s friends at her birthday party I have to switch to a lens that I don’t really like.&amp;#160; Well this beauty would be the answer to that problem.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; The wide angle would enable the user to include the entire group or room of people without distorting those in the photo.&amp;#160; I have seen other’s photos that were taken with this lens and was very impressed with how sharp the subject appeared.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope this information is what you were hoping to get.&amp;#160; If you have any more questions, I will try to answer them a bit faster next time. :-) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now I’m off to go play cars with my son.&amp;#160; Of course I will be taking pictures! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jess&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:31e97c44-6661-458f-9730-0436acbc7dd8" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Photography" rel="tag"&gt;Photography&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Canon" rel="tag"&gt;Canon&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Lens" rel="tag"&gt;Lens&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Lenses" rel="tag"&gt;Lenses&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Bokeh" rel="tag"&gt;Bokeh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-3726954515232806509?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3726954515232806509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=3726954515232806509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3726954515232806509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3726954515232806509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-canon-lenses.html' title='All about Canon Lenses'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S12-Of56coI/AAAAAAAABTU/kxTZ39la3rc/s72-c/image_thumb4.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-5059129669326004009</id><published>2010-01-06T15:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:51:09.795-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Completely Twisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A month ago my step-dad had an accident and died.&amp;#160; Exactly what happened, no one really knows.&amp;#160; All I do know is that his spleen ruptured and then he suffered and died from massive internal bleeding.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A woman that he worked with called an ambulance and then took him to the hospital.&amp;#160; Hours passed and it wasn’t until the hospital staff suggested that his family be notified she did not call my mom.&amp;#160; Later after this psycho woman threw herself over my stepdad’s dead body and she told my mom that she wanted to become her best friend just so she could remain close to Ronnie’s spirit, we found out that they had an affair.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am angry.&amp;#160; It is hard enough to watch my mom mourn her husband’s death but equally hard to watch my mom live through the hurt of finding out about his unfaithfulness.&amp;#160; I didn’t respect Ronnie even before his death.&amp;#160; I avoided him but I also accepted him because he was the person that my mom chose to spend her life with.&amp;#160; He was a mooch.&amp;#160; My mom worked and paid for everything, supporting Ronnie so that he could do what he enjoyed.&amp;#160; She wanted him to be happy.&amp;#160; He enjoyed finding treasures and collectibles and reselling them at Flea Markets.&amp;#160; My mom paid for all the items, bought the buildings and stores to house the things, bought him many vehicles and paid for his gas.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now my mom is having to pay this woman to get her out of her life.&amp;#160; Ronnie was helping support HER.&amp;#160; It is such a mess.&amp;#160; Karen, the mistress, was stealing the merchandise from the flea market while my mom was busy making funeral arrangements.&amp;#160; The insanity just keeps going on &amp;amp; on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now my mom’s world is more than a bit upside down.&amp;#160; My heart is breaking for her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=190763.10000020&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Save 10% on Postcards and Business card Bundles!" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=190763.10000020&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;gridnum=13" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;UPDATE (or rather explanation): Right after Ronnie passed away, we let HER (the mistress)&amp;#160; run the store while funeral arrangements were being made, family was arriving in town, and people were coming over to pay respects.&amp;#160; We weren’t sure if the rumors were actually true at this point.&amp;#160; We had already been to the store and taken a visual inventory.&amp;#160; It wasn’t until a few days later when my sister walked into the store and witnessed her changing the tags on the merchandise that we became aware that she was stealing.&amp;#160; She was claiming that she was Ronnie’s business partner and so she was going around adding a “k” stating that the item was purchased together and she was entitled to half of the profit.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By this time, unfortunately, the matter had become a “she said/she said” issue and it was just one person’s word against another.&amp;#160; So it quickly was escalated to a legal matter.&amp;#160; Since we couldn’t prove that it didn’t happen the way she claimed, and we couldn’t prove that she wasn’t a partner we had two options: (1) to buy her out or (2) to let her stay and continue hurting my mom and stealing (adding her initial to the merchandise tags).&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-5059129669326004009?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5059129669326004009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=5059129669326004009' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5059129669326004009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5059129669326004009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2010/01/completely-twisted.html' title='Completely Twisted'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-989344414491001387</id><published>2010-01-05T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:00:06.800-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><title type='text'>True Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know that we are only 4 days into the year but &lt;em&gt;I just have a feeling that 2010 is going to be a GOOD good year&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#160; I am so sorry, that song has been stuck in my head for days.&amp;#160; What 2010 and tonight…. they are interchangeable, right?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That is one of Lauren’s favorite songs so we play it often.&amp;#160; My little baby girl started preschool in 2009.&amp;#160; It wasn’t bad enough that she already believed that she thought that she was 4 years old so that meant that she ALREADY knew everything, (Her words, not mine) but now she thinks that she is old enough to start planning her wedding.&amp;#160; (I tell her that she has to wait until she is 30).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This little “Know It All” skipped past the stage of life where she felt the “need” to discover herself.&amp;#160; She came out of my womb already knowing.&amp;#160; At the age of 3, she began telling people that she is going to be a “Choirpractor” (chiropractor) when she grows up.&amp;#160; (Hey, I have to make a big deal about the way she says it.&amp;#160; It’s the only word that makes her sound like she is 4.&amp;#160; Most of the time, I feel like I am talking to a 20 year old).&amp;#160; She is already saving for college.&amp;#160; I tell her that she has to save her money because mommy &amp;amp; daddy are broke.&amp;#160; (I have to say that every time we go to the grocery store or we would come home with the store.&amp;#160; These kids LOVE to eat and they have high metabolisms).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I joke, but my daughter’s unwavering faith in God is truly refreshing.&amp;#160; She is so strong willed, but as long as that strong will is in line with her faith then she is destined to make this world a better place, whether we like it or not.&amp;#160; She doesn’t have a problem righting things that are wrong, and telling others to do so as well.&amp;#160; (She could care less if the person is supposed to be her authority figure… they better shape up &amp;amp; step up to the plate).&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While I am a little excited that she is so mature for her age, I also can’t help but want to pick her up and snuggle with her and still sing all the sweet lullabies that she begs me to sing for her.&amp;#160; (Pretty soon she will realize that Mommy sings REALLY out of tune).&amp;#160; Life passes so fast, I just want to push pause and hold onto this moment.&amp;#160; Right here.&amp;#160; Listening to her infectious laughter and squeals as she plays in the snow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S0LskLIrnCI/AAAAAAAABPM/HOHaQGwwVXE/s1600-h/image6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S0Lsk2TVRGI/AAAAAAAABPQ/HR-Idxe5BCY/image_thumb2.png?imgmax=800" width="410" height="609" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love her zest for life and how she isn’t afraid to take on a new challenge.&amp;#160; I admire her love to be social.&amp;#160; Ok, for her it’s not so much a love, but a need.&amp;#160; She enjoys being a part of other people’s lives as well as touching there lives and leaving an impression.&amp;#160; She is constantly thinking of others and is daily drawing pictures for multiple people.&amp;#160; &lt;em&gt;Note to family &amp;amp; friends, mailwoman, cable guy, and Don, the electrician:&amp;#160; I am sure that we have at least 20 cards, notes, and pictures for each of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It wasn’t that long ago that my OB said that I wasn’t going to have kiddos and then viola!&amp;#160; My little gift from Heaven arrived 11 months later.&amp;#160; She is truly a miracle and has always been one of the greatest blessings that I have ever experienced in my life.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am so excited that Corey &amp;amp; I get to share such a blessed experience in parenting this little beauty.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Readers, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beware.&amp;#160; Lauren turns 5 in ten days so this is probably not the last post dedicated to how much I love Lauren that you will see in the next few weeks.&amp;#160; I may or may not turn into a sappy mess by then.&amp;#160; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please forgive, misspellings and run-on sentences that may be worse than normal.&amp;#160; It is really late (or early I guess) and I am operating on no sleep.&amp;#160; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until Later, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleepy.&amp;#160; aka Jessica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=189267.10000007&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="PhotoWorks - Free Shipping on Your First Order!" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=189267.10000007&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;gridnum=13" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-989344414491001387?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/989344414491001387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=989344414491001387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/989344414491001387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/989344414491001387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2010/01/true-happiness.html' title='True Happiness'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/S0Lsk2TVRGI/AAAAAAAABPQ/HR-Idxe5BCY/s72-c/image_thumb2.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-6699871472453868685</id><published>2009-12-31T00:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:46:38.854-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><title type='text'>Farewell 2009, and Good Ridden</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I didn’t write very much last year because my life was consumed with situations that I “couldn’t” write about.  So I was respecting other’s privacy and I am glad to say goodbye to 2009.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am thankful for all the wonderful life lessons that I learned along the way, and I am thankful for the strengthened relationship that I have with God.  We have been through a bit this year now God &amp;amp; I are pretty tight. :-)  Ok, maybe I’m still clinging to his pant legs (or robe), but either way I’ve accepted that fact that I need Him dearly.  It is because of Him that I can walk out of 2009 a better daughter, friend, wife, mother, and woman.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2009 was quite a year:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A battle with cancer that truly tested limits, physically, emotionally, and spiritually.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Relational roller coasters&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then the year ended with the deaths of my step-dad and grandmother (my mom’s mom).  My poor mom’s world was turned upside down at Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However I can still say that 2009 was QUITE a year!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My mom is beginning to cope with all the secrets that are being revealed about her husband’s life.  My heart breaks for her, but I know that God will pull her through this crazy time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My dad kicked cancers butt!  He had battled with liver cancer while being on dialysis for kidney disease and this Gladiator of a man fought and won.  The cancer had grown so big and resisted all chemo, and then after the doctors tried all that they could, we turned to family prayer:  all 12 kiddos, and eight grandkids.  Then within days the tumor started dissolving… granted it turned into liquid that had to be drained, LOTS of liquid that had to be drained.  The draining process took another 2 months, but all is heading in the right direction.  We are not completely out of the woods yet, but I am thanking God that my Dad’s appetite is back, that he is looking stronger, healthier, and  happier.  I’ll write more during another post, because the story is truly amazing.   I have received permission to share this wonderful journey with you and to give God all the glory that He deserves.  (The doctors are still baffled… and amazed).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All roller coaster rides have been exited and are no longer in operation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-6699871472453868685?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6699871472453868685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=6699871472453868685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6699871472453868685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6699871472453868685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/01/farewell-2009-and-good-ridden.html' title='Farewell 2009, and Good Ridden'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-8140730315515085520</id><published>2009-12-30T00:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:48:28.023-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><title type='text'>Lost Dog, Will Sleep &amp; Snuggle for Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A month ago, on Thanksgiving night we nearly hit a dog running across a busy road.  Because we were expecting our first big freeze and I can’t bear the thought of an animal suffering, I talked Corey into stopping the car so that I could try to rescue it.  That in itself was quite an adventure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7kaaIU7gI/AAAAAAAABOU/Zn4TkWNeSSU/s1600-h/IMG_1274%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_1274" alt="IMG_1274" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7ka8PwIEI/AAAAAAAABOY/dPW9FVKGVtI/IMG_1274_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="367" border="0" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I thought that we would only have to take care of it for maybe three days, maximum.  But no.  I have posted this baby on Craigslist and five other animal finding websites, called shelters, taken him for multiple walks 30 minutes away in the neighborhood that we found him (hoping that HE knew where he lived or that the owner would spot us).  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A few times, the walks were in freezing rain.  All the poor dog wanted to do was quickly pee on every tree in sight and get back to the car.  So we still have him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;During one of the walks, the postal carrier told me that people just dump their dogs in that area hoping that they would find a home.  It tool me awhile to pick my mouth up off the ground and respond.  I just couldn’t believe it.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7kbZFZ9eI/AAAAAAAABOc/UvcL1Zx8JX4/s1600-h/IMG_1276%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_1276" alt="IMG_1276" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7kbiNd1sI/AAAAAAAABOg/r2SGmq2SXI4/IMG_1276_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The kids have named him Tiny.  (I think that he looks like Yoda.  This picture makes me laugh.  He is pouting.  He wants to sit in my lap and I am making him sit a few feet away from me so that I can get some photos.  He looks so mistreated and sad).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7kcNWmxWI/AAAAAAAABOk/Av2ACegWmQs/s1600-h/IMG_1291%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_1291" alt="IMG_1291" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7kcXhncTI/AAAAAAAABOo/vC_J1pxsPio/IMG_1291_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He gave up on me.  “Fine if I can’t sit on your lap, I’ll just sit on your couch.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7kctdttCI/AAAAAAAABOs/kwJotGlQDaA/s1600-h/IMG_1285%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_1285" alt="IMG_1285" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7kdJq6HCI/AAAAAAAABOw/0dbYOiIESRs/IMG_1285_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“No more pictures… I’m on break.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7kdShjiNI/AAAAAAAABO0/NFyKbl1yfOA/s1600-h/IMG_1279%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_1279" alt="IMG_1279" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7kd9xijGI/AAAAAAAABO4/BS3Aw4gol6M/IMG_1279_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“I’m getting sleepy…. very very sleepy.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7keYUAN8I/AAAAAAAABO8/8QDX0LUZuak/s1600-h/IMG_1289%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_1289" alt="IMG_1289" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7kenZtDZI/AAAAAAAABPA/aIZdkH43QZI/IMG_1289_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t know very much about Miniature Pinchers, but I think that they just might be part mouse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7kfIm_yAI/AAAAAAAABPE/f9EHgxEULFQ/s1600-h/IMG_1288%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_1288" alt="IMG_1288" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7kfa4gcgI/AAAAAAAABPI/1OcZA1YFwvc/IMG_1288_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Tiny Yoda is out.  He is the sweetest little dog.  Even Corey likes him (and isn’t allergic to him), which is a miracle.  I am going to give finding him a home ONE more try then I think that we just might have to adopt him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just can’t believe his owner hasn’t claimed him.  Someone put in a lot of effort to train him.  He’s house trained.  He dances with Lauren.  (She swears he knows the two-step.  She doesn’t even know the two-step).  He doesn’t bark inside the house.  (I haven’t heard of a MinPin that didn’t bark inside.  I’m easily amazed).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hopefully his owner will suddenly appear.  I would be frantic trying to find my puppy.  I don’t even want to imagine how sad his owner is without this snuggly puppy.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline; float: none;" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:21261ec7-33f3-418a-bc6e-b4c6e3a2c90a" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=170445.10000121&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img alt="LT - 090909 - 300x250 Feel Good" src="http://affiliates.petsmart.com/images/banners/090109/300x251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=170445.10000121&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Lost+MinPin" rel="tag"&gt;Lost MinPin&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Min+Pin" rel="tag"&gt;Min Pin&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Miniature+Pincher" rel="tag"&gt;Miniature Pincher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-8140730315515085520?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8140730315515085520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=8140730315515085520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8140730315515085520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8140730315515085520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2010/01/lost-dog-will-sleep-snuggle-for-food.html' title='Lost Dog, Will Sleep &amp;amp; Snuggle for Food'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sz7ka8PwIEI/AAAAAAAABOY/dPW9FVKGVtI/s72-c/IMG_1274_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1250635632430391562</id><published>2009-12-25T00:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:10:05.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Sweet Secret Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SzRXMme49GI/AAAAAAAABIk/4nTTw2GsSBI/s1600-h/IMG_0805%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0805" border="0" alt="IMG_0805" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SzRXM1DOhwI/AAAAAAAABIo/b6tlTZQLqCQ/IMG_0805_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is just something about receiving a package with your name on it in the mail that instantly brightens your day.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SzRXNI5nrXI/AAAAAAAABIs/X4_F9qiFhKA/s1600-h/IMG_0806%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0806" border="0" alt="IMG_0806" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SzRXNm3YA-I/AAAAAAAABIw/Q_AsQPDA3EA/IMG_0806_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh. The. Anticipation!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I loved the beautifully wrapped gifts.&amp;#160; I felt like a little kid again.&amp;#160; (Just picture me jumping up &amp;amp; down in my kitchen, while clapping my hands.&amp;#160; Yes.&amp;#160; I know.&amp;#160; I can’t help myself.&amp;#160; Hey, I was excited).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SzRXN8-uXtI/AAAAAAAABI0/ulgHL0TF9-o/s1600-h/IMG_0817%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0817" border="0" alt="IMG_0817" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SzRXOQ6f90I/AAAAAAAABI4/NplOIJE6cL4/IMG_0817_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After I ripped the wrapping paper off like a mad woman, throwing it in all directions.&amp;#160; (A piece or two, may or may not have ended up hanging from the light fixture above the island).&amp;#160; I was shocked by all the great goodies that I discovered.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A snowman… My secret Santa is a genius.&amp;#160; I have just recently started collecting them and I was thrilled to have another.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yankee Candle… It doesn’t get much better than this.&amp;#160; (My husband loves this scent!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A beautiful sparkling ornament&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A cute Christmas coffee mug that is just begging me to make some hot chocolate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Speaking of chocolates… My kids loved these.&amp;#160; I didn’t keep a close enough eye on them and they were devoured.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Christmas pillow says it all.&amp;#160; Lauren likes to read it each morning.&amp;#160; It has become part of her daily routine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And a notebook that makes me want to write.&amp;#160; It is beautiful.&amp;#160; Pinks. Blues. Paisleys.&amp;#160; Roses.&amp;#160; Most definitely a version of heaven for me.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And suddenly, my world is brighter.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SzRXO6LssCI/AAAAAAAABI8/6jyni8SMmD4/s1600-h/IMG_0820%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0820" border="0" alt="IMG_0820" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SzRXPH3MnII/AAAAAAAABJA/Ytc8gFJgj-Q/IMG_0820_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am so thankful to my secret Santa and amazed at how well he/she seemed to know me (and I haven’t made that easy lately… I haven’t blogged in quite sometime).&amp;#160; You have brightened my day.&amp;#160; I really appreciate being thought of.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;J&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas everyone.&amp;#160; I hope everyone enjoys celebrating Jesus’ birthday today!&lt;/p&gt; 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that seems to say it all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCQ-PQPhI/AAAAAAAAAm0/jhoaMKwM2ps/s1600-h/ThankfulThursdays2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Thankful Thursdays" border="0" alt="Thankful Thursdays" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCRA-8NcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/zI0un4Gy0V4/ThankfulThursdays_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously!&amp;#160; I don’t think that anyone else could have said it better (Thanks God).&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/?page_id=459"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/eph2810/TTButton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;I was unable to find a blog that hosted this meme and offered a place where others could link and also give thanks, but I did find &lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/thankful-thursday-code-blogroll/" target="_blank"&gt;Grace Alone&lt;/a&gt; which seems to be the &lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/thankful-thursday-code-blogroll/" target="_blank"&gt;Home of Thankful Thursdays&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;#160; If anyone is interested in joining in giving Thanks then, click on the link and grab a button.&amp;#160; You are welcome to link up here and share your Thankful Thursday blog post or if you would like, please feel free to use the comment section below.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;I always enjoy hearing from another person’s thankful heart.&amp;#160; It brings a smile to my face and sometimes it can change our own hearts, even revealing things that we may take for granted.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All that being said, here’s my list for this Thankful Thursday:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** My God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am so thankful for the love that He has shown me throughout my life.&amp;#160; I am thankful for the grace He has given me and for forgiving me for the stupid mistakes that I have made in my life.&amp;#160; I am thankful for the many amazing blessings that He has given me.&amp;#160; (My kids are the best).&amp;#160; And I thank Him and rely on Him daily to help make me a better person so that I may do HIS will.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** My Husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCRZWq9vI/AAAAAAAAAm8/otjqqpgGSi0/s1600-h/IMG_0194_corey%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_0194_corey" border="0" alt="IMG_0194_corey" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCRz6YKmI/AAAAAAAAAnA/mqmlVgd5mKA/IMG_0194_corey_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" height="517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the way that he makes me laugh.&amp;#160; I love his silliness.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I am thankful that I am married to this crazy man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** My Daughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCSP56dKI/AAAAAAAAAnE/xh1A5sYN1nE/s1600-h/IMG_0182%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_0182" border="0" alt="IMG_0182" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCSUliuOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/q7zn1qjGtUc/IMG_0182_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" height="517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had a hard time choosing just one photo of my little princess.&amp;#160; I love and am thankful for her sweet tender heart.&amp;#160; I pray that she doesn’t have to endure any great hurts that may harden that beautiful heart of hers.&amp;#160; She is so caring and always wants to help take care of others.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCS7ke1SI/AAAAAAAAAnM/HvK6einx8Jw/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCTt_CTyI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ltGjByN-ewg/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="346" height="517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And like her daddy, I love her silliness.&amp;#160; She adores making people laugh and has no problem with making them laugh at her expense.&amp;#160; I pray that her little light will always continue to shine just as bright bringing so much happiness to all around her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** My Son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCTyM6dkI/AAAAAAAAAnU/uypHKLFcoO8/s1600-h/IMG_0104%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_0104" border="0" alt="IMG_0104" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCUBW9I9I/AAAAAAAAAnY/ysJnvzFVozg/IMG_0104_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh MY!&amp;#160; Am I ever so thankful for this little man!&amp;#160; He melts my guarded heart with his tenderness.&amp;#160; While some people go out of their way to hurt and cut people down.&amp;#160; He goes out of his way to build people up and make people feel loved.&amp;#160; I pray that this love of his will continue to teach others to be kind and loving and that the world will not change him, but instead he will change the world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** Health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lately, so many people have been fighting sickness and I am very thankful that he have all been fortunate and have remained healthy. I pray for the others that have been exposed to sickness and I hope they all get better soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** My Boxers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCUbSk2PI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ciiD-Z_9JY4/s1600-h/IMG_0222%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_0222" border="0" alt="IMG_0222" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCUhhtYkI/AAAAAAAAAng/SeSCtbu5CN4/IMG_0222_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are the sweetest little yard destroyers that I know.&amp;#160; I do love them and am so thankful that Corey bought them both for our family.&amp;#160; They are a gift that keeps on giving.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** My Extended Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We have been blessed with amazing parents, grandparents, siblings and now nieces &amp;amp; nephews.&amp;#160; I am so thankful for all of them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** My Camera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I still have so much to learn and am enjoying the journey.&amp;#160; I am thankful for being able to capture so much wonderful memories to share with future generations.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** My Online/Offline Friends &amp;amp; Readers&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Every individual wants to feel loved and understood and I am thankful for the support and friendship of all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** Lauren Lynn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The amazing magician that colors my hair.&amp;#160; ok. Seriously, I just had my hair highlighted and colored and she did an absolutely amazing job.&amp;#160; I love it.&amp;#160; I just want to swish my hair around like the girl from the shampoo commercials.&amp;#160; Thanks Lauren.&amp;#160; If anyone in the Tulsa area wants to make an appointment with her because she is that awesome… her business number is 918-587-2566.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** A Clean House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCU_sSbzI/AAAAAAAAAnk/N84iM4Dbo7c/s1600-h/IMG_0113_b%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_0113_b" border="0" alt="IMG_0113_b" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCVee22dI/AAAAAAAAAno/qBjinYHx9Kk/IMG_0113_b_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" height="517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corey bought us a new vacuum.&amp;#160; I am super excited.&amp;#160; For the last few months I have been sweeping our carpet with a broom and borrowing vacuums from&amp;#160; others.&amp;#160; I know that this may be a&amp;#160; silly thing (materialistic) but it’s the convenience and all the free time that I see in my future that makes me excited.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; And a clean floor… just the thought of the clean, dust free floor makes me want to roll around on the carpet.&amp;#160; Thank you baby.&amp;#160; Thank you, thank you, thank you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** Paying it Forward - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s the &lt;a href="http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/paying-it-forward.html" target="_blank"&gt;full story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know time is sparse during this time of the year, but if you have a moment to spare I would love to hear why you are giving thanks today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=10077" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcklinky.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.mcklinky.com/images/MckLinkyLogo119.gif" width="119" height="39" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;hr noshade="noshade" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=189267.10000007&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="PhotoWorks - Free Shipping on Your First Order!" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=189267.10000007&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;gridnum=13" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:a0422185-7196-455f-9663-23d13c3c54b1" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Thankful+Thursdays" rel="tag"&gt;Thankful Thursdays&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-7331471925151044917?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7331471925151044917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=7331471925151044917' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7331471925151044917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7331471925151044917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-thursdays.html' title='Thankful Thursdays'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvxCRA-8NcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/zI0un4Gy0V4/s72-c/ThankfulThursdays_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-8149702083258874341</id><published>2009-11-11T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:00:01.098-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Beware of these Sly Little Devils</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I will be honest here, calling these CROOKS a devil is one of the nicest names that are coming to my mind at this moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here let me back up a moment to fill you in, then you will sympathize and we can call them names together. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Earlier today I was responsibly working away on my computer when I came across this email:&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;****************************************************&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Crdit Agricole" border="0" alt="Verifedbyvisa" src="https://media.itsfogo.com/media/sc5upload/Images/Content/Help/Payment/visa_verified_logo.jpg" width="140" height="75" /&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Crdit Agricole" border="0" alt="Verifedbyvisa" src="http://www.nordea.fi/sitemod/upload/root/nordeafiles/personal/internet_telephone/fin_MasterCardSecureCode_186x79.gif" width="186" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Hello Guest Visa Card &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Your credit card is suspended, because we notice a problem on your card. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;We determine that someone may be using your card without your permission. For your protection, we've suspended your credit card. To lift the suspension, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madcine.tv/ssl1/usa/verifiedbyvisa/authentication.php"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and follow the instructions indicate to update your credit card.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt; If this is not complete on 11 November 2009, we will be forced to suspend your card indfiniment because it can be used for fraudulent&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Thank you,     &lt;br /&gt;Customer Support Service&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;hr /&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Copyright 1999-2009 VerifedbyVisa. All rights reserves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;**********************************************************&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If someone is quickly glancing at the email, and they overlook the fact that these CREEPS can’t spell (I don’t have much room to talk here) one would think that this email just might be legitimate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If my grandmother was to receive this little note or even my mother, I could see them clicking on the link to correct the situation and to make sure that their card wasn’t cancelled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I saw it I knew it wasn’t valid because I don’t have a bank account linked to this email, so instead I grew angry on behalf of all the other people out there that may have had their identity stolen because of&amp;#160; the THEIVES that mass distributed this email.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s sad that people are so cruel.&amp;#160; They don’t seem to even try to think of what they are doing to others or they may just not care.&amp;#160; Regardless of their lack of heart, I can only pray and ask&amp;#160; everyone to be careful this holiday season.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Excuse me everyone, I have to go ask for forgiveness for cussing the CREEPS.&amp;#160; (And judging them a bit… I told you I’m a SCA member – Struggling Christian Anon)&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Christians aren’t perfect, but with God’s help and a LOT of grace we can become better people through growth, maturity, and His wisdom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:6202a9aa-0c63-45b6-8c18-88b8fcef2911" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Identity+Theft" rel="tag"&gt;Identity Theft&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-8149702083258874341?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8149702083258874341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=8149702083258874341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8149702083258874341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8149702083258874341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/beware-of-these-sly-little-devils.html' title='Beware of these Sly Little Devils'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-5051237544293830925</id><published>2009-11-11T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:00:04.655-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corey'/><title type='text'>Sharp Dressed Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I can’t get that &lt;em&gt;ZZ Top &lt;/em&gt;song out of my head.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_0023" border="0" alt="IMG_0023" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svh3Vx1dIvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/SFZS8WM05sg/IMG_0023_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are a lot of handsome cowboys out there, but I don’t think there are any that are much cuter than this little man.&amp;#160; He melts my heart with his loving ways everyday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svh3WCjGuCI/AAAAAAAAAmE/PDsSs4JuoQs/s1600-h/IMG_0039%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_0039" border="0" alt="IMG_0039" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svh3WlgqSdI/AAAAAAAAAmI/671_kCWXv_s/IMG_0039_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="316" height="565" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Watch out bad guys… He is here to protect and serve.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svh3W2VlRmI/AAAAAAAAAmM/YWSds3lTp3U/s1600-h/IMG_00412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_0041" border="0" alt="IMG_0041" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svh3XPku1UI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0_eCp25kX7M/IMG_0041_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" height="517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;And he has incredible aim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svh3XcmbeeI/AAAAAAAAAmU/WdAys-Rdec8/s1600-h/IMG_0042%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_0042" border="0" alt="IMG_0042" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svh3XoptE0I/AAAAAAAAAmY/AGTERnln4gw/IMG_0042_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="347" height="515" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have to say, he comes by his silliness honestly.&amp;#160; Here is the cowboy’s disco dad. &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svh3X4wezyI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-BN-TeGjvRQ/s1600-h/IMG_00442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_0044" border="0" alt="IMG_0044" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svh3YTS3CDI/AAAAAAAAAmg/HYU1wxUuT2I/IMG_0044_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" height="517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;As Evan likes to say, &lt;em&gt;He’s superfly for a white guy.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svh3Yof9ZLI/AAAAAAAAAmk/lDG2-9rTBxw/s1600-h/IMG_00472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_0047" border="0" alt="IMG_0047" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svh3Y1rv4dI/AAAAAAAAAmo/wqVeHiz-ZWI/IMG_0047_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" height="517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;I love these crazy guys!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:00f1ed3b-2a81-4cbf-99e6-c2e22755b74f" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Costume" rel="tag"&gt;Costume&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/dress+up" rel="tag"&gt;dress up&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/never+grow+old" rel="tag"&gt;never grow old&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=138481.10000138&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Costume SuperCenter" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=138481.10000138&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;gridnum=11" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;These kids keep us young!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-5051237544293830925?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5051237544293830925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=5051237544293830925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5051237544293830925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5051237544293830925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/sharp-dressed-men.html' title='Sharp Dressed Men'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svh3Vx1dIvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/SFZS8WM05sg/s72-c/IMG_0023_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-8599112750864793660</id><published>2009-11-10T17:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:12:47.797-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>Paying It Forward!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SvnzbVGEriI/AAAAAAAAAms/2PYpNUPxVbk/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svnzb_Acw3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/3sdKIOWjzhY/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="205" height="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My morning today started like most mornings… too early.&amp;#160; I would have loved to stay in bed with my husband and snuggle up and sleep in, but duty calls.&amp;#160; I woke up and began getting Lauren ready for school and taking care of all the other normal motherhood responsibilities.&amp;#160; All the while I was thinking about my husband asleep (or should I say resting… it’s impossible to sleep when the kids &amp;amp; I are on the other side of the bedroom wall eating breakfast and doing dishes) wishing that I was snuggled up next to him.&amp;#160; God I love that man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sorry about that.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; My mind drifted off again.&amp;#160; I can’t help it.&amp;#160; There aren’t many things that can make me happier than the feeling of his arms holding me when I’m snuggled up close to him.&amp;#160; Like I said, I love that man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok, where was I?&amp;#160; Oh yea, my morning.&amp;#160; (I think that I just may or may not have a mild case of ADD lately.&amp;#160; I seem to be easily distracted.&amp;#160; It makes cleaning the house a LOOONG nightmare).&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So after the kids were ready and we all kissed that handsome man that was resting in my bed farewell, we took Lauren to school.&amp;#160; Then Evan &amp;amp; I were off to enjoy one of our favorite times of the day.&amp;#160; We take a little trip to Starbucks so that I can get a much needed dose of caffeine and he gets a dose of sugar ( a WC mocha and a box of chocolate milk).&amp;#160; We laugh, talk, read books, and tell stories.&amp;#160; It’s our special time of the day.&amp;#160; 100% complete, undivided attention therefore building a stronger friendship/relationship.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As always I pulled up to the window to get our goodies so that the fun can begin.&amp;#160; It’s needless to say that there is a smile of anticipation plastered across my face, but I’ll say it anyway… there was a HUGE smile across my face.&amp;#160; Then the sweet barista at the window just says thank you and hands me my order.&amp;#160; I tried to pay again, and she tells me that it’s already been taken care of.&amp;#160; Well I’m slow.&amp;#160; That doesn’t happen to me.&amp;#160; So I tried to explain that she must be mistaken and I tried to give her my card… again.&amp;#160; She laughed at me… again.&amp;#160; And said that it was already taken care of by the gentleman in line in front of me.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then I started looking around.&amp;#160; It was at that moment that I realized just how UN-observant that I really am.&amp;#160; I was thinking to myself… there was a car in front of me?&amp;#160; Of course there was… I wonder what kind it was… what color was it… blue… I think.&amp;#160; All I could remember about the car in front of me is that the license plate holder had a phrase on it that said… Try it… you might like it.&amp;#160; Other than that.&amp;#160; I had nothing.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After a moment I realized I had been playing with Evan… making silly faces and visiting with him.&amp;#160; I have a big car that sits up high and Evan was sitting directly behind me.&amp;#160; So to the person in the car in front of me… it probably looked like I was alone… making funny, goofy, and probably gross (I’m playing with a little boy… they like gross… it makes them giggle… and the giggle is worth it) faces.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I’m sure that the scenario was probably an entertaining one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, since I was unable to thank my audience I felt obliged to keep the kind gesture going and I paid for the order of the person behind me.&amp;#160; (I got quite a deal).&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So thank you to the person driving the blue car.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To everyone else:&amp;#160; Please keep the random acts of kindness going.&amp;#160; It’s the first step in making this world a better place. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:66f2372c-8503-485e-b5b0-8249307d3004" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Pay+It+Forward" rel="tag"&gt;Pay It Forward&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Random+acts+of+kindness" rel="tag"&gt;Random acts of kindness&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Starbucks" rel="tag"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-8599112750864793660?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8599112750864793660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=8599112750864793660' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8599112750864793660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8599112750864793660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/paying-it-forward.html' title='Paying It Forward!'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Svnzb_Acw3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/3sdKIOWjzhY/s72-c/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-5787979509402344286</id><published>2009-11-10T06:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:00:01.238-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><title type='text'>Back In The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SveYOl2mAiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/IVbvcNrY4SU/s1600-h/IMG_8037%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="IMG_8037" alt="IMG_8037" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SveYO9F4dlI/AAAAAAAAAlo/R6rCgIcSrEo/IMG_8037_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="504" border="0" height="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nearly a decade ago, I used to live pretty close to this area of Tulsa.  I loved it.  I would walk my dog on the trails of Riverside everyday.  I enjoyed crossing the bridge and listening to the sound of the water below.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SveYPeRoZSI/AAAAAAAAAls/2s9uEFm1afA/s1600-h/IMG_8058%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="IMG_8058" alt="IMG_8058" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SveYPo_bWyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/AFXcnG3KAgM/IMG_8058_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="504" border="0" height="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My brother-in-law proposed to my sister on this bridge.  He lit a wooden sign that said “Marry Me” in flames.  Now I can’t pass this bridge without thinking of romance.  (Deep breathe… and sigh).  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_8048" alt="IMG_8048" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SveYP433eSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/p1jtbzqeBOs/IMG_8048_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" height="517" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  I loved the site of the sun setting and the glow of the Downtown Tulsa skyline in the distance. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SveYQHy3pNI/AAAAAAAAAl4/6T09efNOizk/s1600-h/IMG_8052%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_8052" alt="IMG_8052" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SveYQUgzQAI/AAAAAAAAAl8/OCOvAP8cEfs/IMG_8052_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" height="517" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I enjoy the peace &amp;amp; quiet of our suburban/country lifestyle, but I still can’t drive past Riverside without missing the area and the convenience (I didn’t have to drive far to find anything that I might need…. I would be embarrassed to tell you how many miles I put on my car just this last year).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=163355.10000009&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img alt="Hotels Combined Pty Ltd" src="http://www.hotelscombined.com/affiliate/banners/300x250_2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=163355.10000009&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-5787979509402344286?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5787979509402344286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=5787979509402344286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5787979509402344286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5787979509402344286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-in-day.html' title='Back In The Day'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SveYO9F4dlI/AAAAAAAAAlo/R6rCgIcSrEo/s72-c/IMG_8037_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-6915659273890457063</id><published>2009-11-09T06:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:32:55.128-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><title type='text'>So Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SveMYThUY8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/FSaxrDbpELo/s1600-h/IMG_6143%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" title="IMG_6143" alt="IMG_6143" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SveMYpckphI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3d1-wp4hkFA/IMG_6143_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="571" border="0" height="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;We all have our issues, but this people loving critter, Luke, has serious issues with Mondays.  Lauren &amp;amp; Evan are not at home, and I’ll be honest… I don’t play chase or hide &amp;amp; seek with him.  They have only been away for an hour and just look at this pouty face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=170445.10000121&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img alt="LT - 090909 - 300x250 Feel Good" src="http://affiliates.petsmart.com/images/banners/090109/300x251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=170445.10000121&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline; float: none;" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:0debd4ff-74e7-4a70-a473-0f7b5dc29f5c" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Boxer" rel="tag"&gt;Boxer&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Pets" rel="tag"&gt;Pets&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Dogs" rel="tag"&gt;Dogs&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Lovable" rel="tag"&gt;Lovable&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Baby" rel="tag"&gt;Baby&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Spoiled+Rotten" rel="tag"&gt;Spoiled Rotten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-6915659273890457063?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6915659273890457063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=6915659273890457063' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6915659273890457063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6915659273890457063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/spoiled-rotten.html' title='So Sad'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SveMYpckphI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3d1-wp4hkFA/s72-c/IMG_6143_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-8014956248679542623</id><published>2009-10-30T13:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:12:48.062-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests and Giveaways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>The Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="508" alt="http://www.usps.org/localusps/cincinnati/images/learni3.jpg" src="http://www.usps.org/localusps/cincinnati/images/learni3.jpg" width="464" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;(photo borrowed from &lt;a href="http://www.usps.org/localusps/cincinnati/learning_guides.htm" target="_blank"&gt;usps.org&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Earlier today my sister called me to chat a bit and while on the phone, she came across a card that had the following message.&amp;#160; We all go through tough times in our life, and this outlook made me smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the things that surprised me about sailing is that the same wind can take the boat in all directions.&amp;#160; It depended on where I steered with the rudder and how I set my sail.&amp;#160; I’m trying to apply this principle to the rest of my life.&amp;#160; I can’t control the winds that blow, but with God’s help I can set sails accordingly.&amp;#160; I can look for the beauty in people who treat me unfairly. I can try to counter criticism with affirmation.&amp;#160; Even contrary winds can be used by God to teach me something new.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes when you are in the midst of turmoil, it is difficult to surrender without feeling like you are giving up.&amp;#160; However when you reach this point this is the time to stop and drop to your knees and pray, because without God’s help there is no idea where you will end up.&amp;#160; More than likely, you will end up in the same situation at a different time with a different person&amp;#160; going through the same thing.&amp;#160; Unless you look to God, many of us don’t learn the lesson that is in front of us, staring us in the face. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not to be completely thought-fragmented but this card has encouraged me to have a giveaway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" alt="http://www.ximnet.com.my/thelab/images/upload/leadershipbookcover.jpg" src="http://www.ximnet.com.my/thelab/images/upload/leadershipbookcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is a book that I read recently and I value the lesson in this book.&amp;#160; It was originally written as a business book… a book for management and employees, but it applies to many different relationships in life (parent/child, husband/wife, management/employee).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I will be giving away this book next Friday, November 6th.&amp;#160; (I can’t believe it is 2 days away from November.&amp;#160; It feels like it was January just yesterday).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To enter:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1.&amp;#160; Comment below about your Halloween plans.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2.&amp;#160; Tweet about this awesome contest. :-) Come back and leave a comment and a link to your tweet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3.&amp;#160; Become a follower on this blog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Please leave separate comments for each entry &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh!&amp;#160; Stay tuned.&amp;#160; I will be having a scrapbooking related giveaway VERRRRY SOOOON.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-8014956248679542623?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8014956248679542623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=8014956248679542623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8014956248679542623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8014956248679542623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/10/wind.html' title='The Wind'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-6976115131680753358</id><published>2009-10-24T23:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:30:17.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>I Now Know…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;… where &lt;em&gt;Alabama (&lt;a href="http://www.lyricstime.com/alabama-i-m-in-a-hurry-and-don-t-know-why-lyrics.html" target="_blank"&gt;I’m in a hurry – and I don’t know why)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is coming from!&amp;#160; I feel like rushing around is all that I have been doing recently.&amp;#160; I need an assistant or a partner that wants to help.&amp;#160; Wait!&amp;#160; Isn’t that what a partner does… there may be a few arrangements out there where one person does all the work, but that isn’t what I’m looking for.&amp;#160; I want the real deal baby.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lately, I am beginning to wonder if the Earth truly is flat and I have fallen off the side.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SuPUVqkhr7I/AAAAAAAAAkw/oiMUpQK6Y_4/s1600-h/image%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="380" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SuPUWHWHwxI/AAAAAAAAAk0/EmuDuVXvEmo/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="497" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;(photo borrowed from &lt;a href="http://www.icis.com"&gt;www.icis.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope that I am able to find the time to return soon.&amp;#160; I have missed my friends!&amp;#160; I have missed sharing and connecting with my amazing peeps.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;During the last few months I have learned how valuable it is to have a good support system.&amp;#160; I don’t know what I would do if it wasn’t for my sister-in-law and my mother-in-law!&amp;#160; They have both stepped up and helped out with my kids many times so that I could help my dad and help take him to doctor appointments.&amp;#160; I am so thankful to them both, but that’s another blog post for later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;I have to go, but I will leave you with a promise (or threat… it all depends on how you look at it).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I’ll be back.&amp;#160; &lt;/em&gt;(Spoken with my best Arnold Schwarzenegger accent)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Until Then,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Jess&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=180402.10000002&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" alt="OrionGadgets.com Accessories" src="http://www.oriongadgets.com/images/oriongadgets-banner-accessories-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=180402.10000002&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0" width="1" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Have I mentioned I love gadgets?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-6976115131680753358?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6976115131680753358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=6976115131680753358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6976115131680753358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6976115131680753358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-now-know.html' title='I Now Know…'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SuPUWHWHwxI/AAAAAAAAAk0/EmuDuVXvEmo/s72-c/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-320900560706456581</id><published>2009-10-06T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:00:05.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Oklahoma Sunsets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Recently I took a photography class and I can’t express how much that I have learned from it.&amp;#160; This is homework from a class covering “flash”.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_8538" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="517" alt="IMG_8538" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Ssp2oT-CWhI/AAAAAAAAAkk/AdJdztAXXQ0/IMG_8538_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is a subject where I have needed a lot of help.&amp;#160; I can’t count the number of pictures that I have taken at family gatherings and cookouts that have turned out like this one below.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Ssp2hcG301I/AAAAAAAAAj8/DyfrREvP6Ww/s1600-h/IMG_8551%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_8551" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="517" alt="IMG_8551" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Ssp2hzJlU6I/AAAAAAAAAkA/fqhAW3bGtHA/IMG_8551_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The background is black and the subject is blinded from the flash going off directly in their face.&amp;#160; It doesn’t even have to&amp;#160; be technically dark outside for the background to be black.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Ssp2iJ7Rc3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/2bBXNewpjs4/s1600-h/IMG_8527%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_8527" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="336" alt="IMG_8527" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Ssp2kcOEjFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/5lvzW78GZvI/IMG_8527_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well this particle session of the class has changed my mamarazzi days forever.&amp;#160; I learned how to capture the beautiful Oklahoma sunsets in the background while still being able to capture everyone’s faces.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Ssp4SO4oNTI/AAAAAAAAAko/qCvIsgNCxd4/s1600-h/IMG_8519%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_8519" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="517" alt="IMG_8519" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Ssp4SiVNKWI/AAAAAAAAAks/qHyh5fGsuYY/IMG_8519_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It sounds easy enough… and now it is.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Ssp2kihkI6I/AAAAAAAAAkM/2p5wxPb9hKM/s1600-h/IMG_8496%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_8496" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="517" alt="IMG_8496" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Ssp2lDbIU-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/17LtnPathvs/IMG_8496_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, it wasn’t that long ago that when I tried to take a picture with the sun setting in the background and the picture above was the result of my feeble attempt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Ssp2loOHBaI/AAAAAAAAAkU/hxW-T55e_Ew/s1600-h/IMG_8543%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_8543" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="336" alt="IMG_8543" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Ssp2n01jOmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/eqHiyEd1wEw/IMG_8543_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now I get to rejoice and capture shots with color like this one.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Isn’t God an absolutely amazing artist!!!&amp;#160; Fall sunsets are one of the most brilliant works of art.&amp;#160; Absolute perfection.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now that I have this new found knowledge I can’t wait to take a million pictures of my kids and husband during sunsets.&amp;#160; Guess what kids, you now have a later bedtime!&amp;#160; Yes, for real.&amp;#160; You can thank Mommy’s photography teacher for that.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just in case anyone was wondering, I took my classes at Aperature Photo in Tulsa.&amp;#160; I highly recommend anyone who owns a digital SLR camera and lives in the Oklahoma, Kansas, Texas, or Arkansas area to take this class.&amp;#160; My instructor, Zane, is pictured above and if you do decided to take one of his classes, please tell him that Jessica Stubbs sent you.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He may not remember me by name, he does have quite a few students.&amp;#160; However, if you tell him what camera that I use he just might remember.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Thought for the post:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;If he knew that I was going to post my homework on my blog, I wonder if he would have volunteered to model while teaching class?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Until Next Time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jess&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=166833.10000355&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" alt="Microsoft Store" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=166833.10000355&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;gridnum=13" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-320900560706456581?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/320900560706456581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=320900560706456581' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/320900560706456581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/320900560706456581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/10/oklahoma-sunsets.html' title='Oklahoma Sunsets'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Ssp2oT-CWhI/AAAAAAAAAkk/AdJdztAXXQ0/s72-c/IMG_8538_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-7370841248853657480</id><published>2009-10-05T16:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:55:00.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out Emeril</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I think about the differences between boys and girls, it is really quite funny.&amp;#160; Normally if I was to hand Lauren a teacup, she will go to the table and begin to have a tea party.&amp;#160; On the other hand, if I give that same teacup to Evan it becomes a rocket launcher, machine gun, or a spaceship and he will run around the kitchen pretending that the spaceship is flying through the sky.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, when it comes to anything culinary.&amp;#160; My son excitedly steps up to the plate.&amp;#160; He loves to help me cook.&amp;#160; Personally I think it’s because he just flat out enjoys eating and he always samples the food here &amp;amp; there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SsprKBnuDLI/AAAAAAAAAjc/py7zcM7c_dI/s1600-h/IMG_8924%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_8924" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="252" alt="IMG_8924" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SsprKgOyqzI/AAAAAAAAAjg/XSeHluU9BMk/IMG_8924_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Recently, during a trip to Grandma’s house he held the proud position of Assistant Chef and he was truly beside himself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He’s a lucky grandson to have such a brave grandma.&amp;#160; I can’t believe that she let him have the knife.&amp;#160; It’s obvious who will be the best supporter of this love of his.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SsprLBUKhxI/AAAAAAAAAjk/WJhtGb_TrBE/s1600-h/IMG_8928%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_8928" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="253" alt="IMG_8928" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SsprLSE7nmI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Sgr7D451B8w/IMG_8928_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When he asks me if he can help me cut up the vegetables, my answer is always…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;“Of course, honey, when you are thirty!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HEY!&amp;#160; I never said that I WASN’T overprotective.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SsprLzNs99I/AAAAAAAAAjs/r2s5GQEAcW0/s1600-h/IMG_8926%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_8926" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="250" alt="IMG_8926" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SsprMLr9vlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/SdcNm4e5zpY/IMG_8926_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just sitting back taking pictures was a HUGE step for me.&amp;#160; And yes, I did break out into a nervous sweat.&amp;#160; Can you blame me?&amp;#160; Just look at that knife!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SsprMVttfRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/G7YJFTni2e0/s1600-h/IMG_8927%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_8927" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="250" alt="IMG_8927" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SsprM40hUNI/AAAAAAAAAj4/xpvRQndz3jo/IMG_8927_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Seriously, I have to admit how proud I was of my little boy.&amp;#160; He was so focused that he wasn’t even aware of the mamarazzi flashes that were lighting up grandma’s kitchen.&amp;#160; He was very safe, calculated, and serious.&amp;#160; Just look at that concentration on that face.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Looking at these pictures just makes me want to wake him up from his nap and kiss him all over his cheeks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(Sigh).&amp;#160; I love that boy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=86966.10000154&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img alt="Stonewall Kitchen, LLC" src="http://www.stonewallkitchen.com/content/images/ls/gf_468x60_4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=86966.10000154&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0" width="1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My father is one of those men that is not only my father, but also my best friend.&amp;#160; It speaks pretty loudly to the kind of man that he is because I am not his only child to call him their best friend.&amp;#160; Actually, six of us do!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He is an amazing man that encourages us all to continue growing stronger and learning in all areas of our lives.&amp;#160; After all, God didn’t put us here to become stagnant.&amp;#160; And despite what Lauren thinks, no one knows EVERYTHING.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We’ve all experienced not-so-enjoyable moments and stressful situations in life.&amp;#160; It’s almost inevitable, but it’s how we respond to those situations that define the kind of person that you are.&amp;#160; These are all situations that we can learn from and our responses should get better each time and hopefully grow more mature as we learn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of the best bits of advise that he’s given me is to be kind, be strong, and always forgive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you. – Ephesians 4:32&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Although, we are human!&amp;#160; It’s not always as easy as it sounds, right?&amp;#160; Well wrong.&amp;#160; We are in control of our thoughts.&amp;#160; We are capable of choosing to go walking around pissed off, with a chip on our shoulder, or feeling like a victim.&amp;#160; Then again we are also capable of taking control of our outlook on life and choosing to be positive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My dad shared this knowledge by telling me one of his college stories.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No it’s not that kind of college stories… Goodness, what did you do in college?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He conducted an experiment.&amp;#160; He would take his subject talk to them about something that really upset them.&amp;#160; Sometimes, it would take a bit… but, soon he would find their button and the subject would open up and share about whatever it was that upset them, it be their job, school, professor, husband/wife, boyfriend/ girlfriend, kids, or parents.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After he encouraged them to talk about the negative subject, only re-upsetting themselves as they retold the stories.&amp;#160; He would wait until they were apparently upset and then hand them a piece of paper and pencil and then ask them to list things that made them happy.&amp;#160; As he handed them the paper, he would begin timing just how long it took for them to change their mindset and begin to think of things of a positive nature.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As he explained this to me, he made me realize that we all have a switch and that we are in control over that switch.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Can you instantly begin thinking of things that make you happy?&amp;#160; How long does it take you to be positive after focusing on negative thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some people may take seconds, minutes, hours, days, and some may not be able to begin thinking of “happy thoughts”.&amp;#160; As we mature and gain control of our mindset then it is much easier to truly be kind to even the person that is creating those negative emotions.&amp;#160; I always try to remember that God created them too, and that He made us all.&amp;#160; Who are we to chose to be rude to one of His creations?&amp;#160; We are ALL human.&amp;#160; We ALL make mistakes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. - Colossians 3:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=184611.10000002&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img alt="Select-A-Ticket" src="http://www.selectaticket.com/imagesaff/468x60sat02banner.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-2805736813491477895?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2805736813491477895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=2805736813491477895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2805736813491477895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2805736813491477895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-makes-you-smile.html' title='What Makes You Smile'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1241382239785600835</id><published>2009-10-01T14:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:55:37.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Retraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In my last post, &lt;a href="http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/09/baseball-forever.html" target="_blank"&gt;Baseball Forever&lt;/a&gt;, I misstated how long my nephew actually slept.&amp;#160; I was in no way trying to lie, or misrepresent the amount of time that he slept.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SsUGf8aby_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/IA8uiQKpn0w/s1600-h/image%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="347" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SsUGgdXQimI/AAAAAAAAAjY/V89sQnsinyQ/image_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="469" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I received this cute email that made me smile, and laugh, and smile a bit more.&amp;#160; I think that it is absolutely adorable.&amp;#160; The email was titled &lt;em&gt;Since the 1st Inning&lt;/em&gt; and it contained the cute photo.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Later I was told that little Jett woke up during the 6th inning, but I guess I wasn’t paying attention.&amp;#160; So I guess this is actually TWO apologies.&amp;#160; I’m sorry for for not paying attention and realizing that he woke up in the 6th inning AND I’m sorry for misleading everyone and causing them to believe that he slept through the entire game.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Please forgive me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;:-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=148737.10000110&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="207" alt="MLB.com Shop" src="http://shop.mlb.com/graphics/promo/MLB/mlb_10offcapsq4_125x125.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=148737.10000110&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0" width="1" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1241382239785600835?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1241382239785600835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1241382239785600835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1241382239785600835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1241382239785600835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/10/baseball-retraction.html' title='Baseball Retraction'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SsUGgdXQimI/AAAAAAAAAjY/V89sQnsinyQ/s72-c/image_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-7996345239653011391</id><published>2009-09-25T17:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:06:24.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corey'/><title type='text'>Baseball Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Recently my dearly beloved husband celebrated a birthday.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;In case anyone was wondering he turned 21… again.&amp;#160; Don’t worry honey I wouldn’t sell you out.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;And yes, in case anyone was wondering, I did rob the cradle.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;To celebrate my hot younger husband, I bought him tickets to the Cardinals / Cubs game.&amp;#160; He went with Evan (our son), his dad &amp;amp; brother &amp;amp; his son, Jett.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;The ballgame was quite an experience for the two young boys.&amp;#160; Jett has been to baseball games, but this was a first for Evan.&amp;#160; (I was praying that he wouldn’t drive the guys crazy before the game was over).&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;After driving six hours, watching batting practice, and all the pregame festivities this little man fell asleep during the first inning and slept throughout the entire game.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="Jett sleeping" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="368" alt="Jett sleeping" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sr0-3TyPnnI/AAAAAAAAAjM/20-AuhbBdrE/Jett%20sleeping_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;And then there was Evan… my little energizer bunny.&amp;#160; He was bouncing off the rails, literally.&amp;#160; He had numerous root beers and ice cream.&amp;#160; The little boy was in HEAVEN.&amp;#160; I think that Corey created a lifetime baseball fan.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;img title="Evan" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="328" alt="Evan" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sr0-3_Ay8TI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GQYDCDYHyiY/Evan_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="432" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;If anything baseball crosses Evan’s line of sight, a huge perma-grin grows across his face.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=148737.10000070&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" alt="" src="http://shop.mlb.com/graphics/promo/MLB/300x250_new_generic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-7996345239653011391?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7996345239653011391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=7996345239653011391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7996345239653011391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7996345239653011391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/09/baseball-forever.html' title='Baseball Forever'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sr0-3TyPnnI/AAAAAAAAAjM/20-AuhbBdrE/s72-c/Jett%20sleeping_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-416655328866826073</id><published>2009-09-21T11:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:56:15.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Welcome to SCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;SCA? What the heck is SCA?&amp;#160; You mean you DON’T know.&amp;#160; Just Kidding. ( I had an extra shot of espresso today.&amp;#160; Please excuse all “smart-butt” comments).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let’s begin with a bit of background.&amp;#160; Way back in the day when I began this blog (last November), I stated in my profile that I was a Christian.&amp;#160; That’s true.&amp;#160; I am.&amp;#160; I believe in God.&amp;#160; I love God.&amp;#160; I so bad want to be the woman that He designed me to be.&amp;#160; However, my free will gets in the way.&amp;#160; Why in the heck did He give us free will?&amp;#160; Ugh!&amp;#160; I can totally hear Him up there belly laughing and answering my question.&amp;#160; He wants to be loved.&amp;#160; He wants us to WANT to spend time with Him.&amp;#160; He WANTS us to desire to do the right thing.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I get it.&amp;#160; I do.&amp;#160; Who wants to be in a relationship when they feel like they are making that person spend time with them.&amp;#160; Who wants to go on a date with someone to only watch the person spend the entire night playing on their phone throughout the entire date.&amp;#160; (Seriously, be considerate!&amp;#160; Not that I know anyone that does this… I’m a people watcher &amp;amp; I see it happen).&amp;#160; Recently I went out to eat with Lauren and witnessed a guy spend most of a date on his phone.&amp;#160; Which brings me back to the title.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SCA is Struggling Christians Anonymous and I am a member.&amp;#160; Like I said before I am a Christian, but I am also human.&amp;#160; As I watched this scenario unfold the last time I went out to eat, I couldn’t help but think of 1 Corinthians 13:4 &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.&amp;#160; It does not envy (jealousy)…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I couldn’t help but wonder… because it was obvious that this girl was jealous of a cell phone.&amp;#160; Yes, jealous of a cell phone.&amp;#160; All she wanted was some of her boyfriend’s attention (I didn’t see wedding rings).&amp;#160; So as I observed this couple and thought of this verse I wondered how often Corey &amp;amp; I have been here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We both enjoy our phones.&amp;#160; He loves all the sports apps and I like to read blogs.&amp;#160; I wonder how often he was upset that I was giving my phone undivided attention and he was hurt and I know that I’ve felt that way.&amp;#160; I realized that jealousy comes in all shapes and sizes.&amp;#160; There are many things that can get in the way of people interacting and truly relating to one another and touching each other’s hearts.&amp;#160; Jealousy (or envy) isn’t always about being jealous of your significant other giving their kindness to another person of the opposite sex but just giving positive attention to anything or anyone.&amp;#160; When someone doesn’t feel loved, or they feel ignored, belittled, demeaned, or disrespected it doesn’t take much for them to get upset about their significant’s positive attention going elsewhere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, I know from experience that usually those that are in a good relationship rarely feel jealous, because they are secure in their relationship.&amp;#160; They know that they are loved above all else (Except God, hopefully)…&amp;#160; they feel respected, they feel enjoyed, they feel cherished, they feel pursued.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wait!&amp;#160; Isn’t that the kind of relati0nship that God wants from us?&amp;#160; For us to WANT Him…&amp;#160; For us to WANT to know Him better…&amp;#160; For us to read want He has to say.&amp;#160; It is!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The funny thing about that is that when I was find myself in a good positive relationship I have to work harder at my relationship with God.&amp;#160; Yes, you read that correctly.&amp;#160; When life is good, I’m out there happy and enjoying myself.&amp;#160; I am thankful and I appreciate all that God does in my life, but I find myself opening the Bible less.&amp;#160; I am distracted by all the bliss surrounding me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, when life keeps throwing curveballs I turn to Him to fill me up with love, understanding, support, and to remind me of who I am when I feel belittled.&amp;#160; That isn’t how it is supposed to be.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here I was enjoying a nice dinner with my daughter and watching a couple’s lack of interaction and I could feel God completely calling me out on my own lack of interaction in my relationship with Him.&amp;#160; Not to be gross, but I felt as if I was being told that He didn’t want to just be an emotional tampon.&amp;#160; There to soak up the sadness, loneliness, and be supportive.&amp;#160; He wanted to enjoy the good times too.&amp;#160; He wants to take long walks on the beach (a.k.a spend quality time with me reading the Bible and getting to know Him better).&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I reluctantly looked back at the couple, and watched the guy tapping away on his phone I vowed to set aside some “date time” with God.&amp;#160; I want to let him know how thankful I am that He is so persistent,&amp;#160; that He makes me feel so loved, and I want the opportunity to let him know just how much that I love Him by pursuing Him too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=140785.418&amp;amp;type=2&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://www.favoraffair.com/images/product/14036BlessingBookmarkS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-416655328866826073?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/416655328866826073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=416655328866826073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/416655328866826073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/416655328866826073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-sca.html' title='Welcome to SCA'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-3357920553814556672</id><published>2009-09-18T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:08:04.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She’s a Man, Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’ve always loved gadgets.&amp;#160; I’m a practical kind of gal.&amp;#160; So if there is a tool out there to make life a little easier, a bit more simple, then I am a fan.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(Just so you know, in this sentence above the word “tool” can also be interchanged with the word “toy”.&amp;#160; I’m just being realistic here).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As of late, my top three websites have changed.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Lord (I am not using His name in vain… I am praying with you), help me… (my husband would probably agree that I need it). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But two of my top three favorites are sites that are for MEN.&amp;#160; They are for men who like gadgets, but still they are for MEN.&amp;#160; Hopefully next week they will debut a cool scrapbooking tool (FOR MEN) and I will feel better about myself.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wish me luck,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jess&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=136731.93113&amp;amp;type=2&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://images.colorfulimages.com/cc/images/us/local/products/detail/PSPS007_md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-3357920553814556672?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3357920553814556672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=3357920553814556672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3357920553814556672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3357920553814556672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/09/shes-man-baby.html' title='She’s a Man, Baby!'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-7771709969961918452</id><published>2009-09-13T18:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:26:50.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundraising</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello everyone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope that everyone had a wonderful weekend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lauren’s school (Victory Christian ELC) is having a fundraiser and Lauren is very excited. They have provided a great incentive to motivate the young ones. If the students sell a certain amount of items then they get to have a group outing and go to a local venue to play. She is very excited and hopes to be able to participate (or rather play). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So please take a look at the website.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are the instructions, for those that are interested.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.innisbrook.com"&gt;www.innisbrook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. Click on the box on the far right of the screen that reads “Out of Town Orders”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. Enter the School code “103312” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. The next screen should confirm Victory ELC, if so hit “continue”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. On the next screen please enter Lauren’s seller number, which is “R154230E”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6. The following screen should say something like L STU*** K4. That’s our girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7. Now you can begin shopping.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank you so much!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We really appreciate any participation!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-7771709969961918452?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7771709969961918452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=7771709969961918452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7771709969961918452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7771709969961918452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/09/fundraising.html' title='Fundraising'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-2699934144415338289</id><published>2009-09-12T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:47:33.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Why NOT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Can someone please break this down for me?&amp;#160; Because I’ll be honest.&amp;#160; I don’t get it.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I’m not the kind of person that saves the “good china” for special occasions.&amp;#160; I’m more of the kind of person that would use it to serve dinner to my husband anytime.&amp;#160; (That just might be why I don’t grasp this theory of his).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SqxrSvOvlhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/_r5rivT4nck/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" color="#7f7f7f" size="3"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="239" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SqxrTK9SGTI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Nbel7mPshiI/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;We were talking tonight about cars.&amp;#160; Which is something he enjoys.&amp;#160; They make him smile…. REALLY BIG.&amp;#160; ( I love those dimples)!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SqxrTvtFFtI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1YcZUWSNA3A/s1600-h/image%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" color="#7f7f7f" size="3"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="258" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SqxrT-5nJrI/AAAAAAAAAjA/N0xv6CaJem8/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;And he was trying to explain why some cars… like say the B-E-A –UTIFUL Dodge Viper below are not what one would consider an “every day driver”. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SqxrUaqWj_I/AAAAAAAAAjE/MoDtBKfeNVg/s1600-h/image%5B11%5D.png"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" color="#7f7f7f" size="3"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="276" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SqxrVPThe6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/7Cg0SCdGuL0/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;The thought of owning a vehicle like this and not driving it everyday left my mouth hanging open.&amp;#160; (Maybe not but it could’ve been… I was that shocked).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I mean seriously.&amp;#160; If I owned that vehicle, I not only would want to drive it everyday… I would probably hire a contractor to see if I could install a shower.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I could finally see myself actually drinking eight bottles of water a day.&amp;#160; (I would purchase ONE and only one, drive back home drink it then suddenly realize that I AM REALLY PARCHED &amp;amp; need another&amp;#160; - &amp;amp; off to the store I’d go, to buy ONE &amp;amp; only ONE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;For the most part, cars (for me) are just a way to get from point A to point B.&amp;#160; However, I do enjoy going to car shows and drooling over sports cars and cars with every gadget imaginable already installed.&amp;#160; (If my DNA sample is ever needed, it can more than likely be found there).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;So can someone, please break it down for me.&amp;#160; :-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Until then,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Jess&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-2699934144415338289?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2699934144415338289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=2699934144415338289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2699934144415338289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2699934144415338289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-why-not.html' title='Well Why NOT?'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SqxrTK9SGTI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Nbel7mPshiI/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-8815531603546824475</id><published>2009-08-07T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:00:00.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><title type='text'>How Lovely Indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="[OneLovelyBlog.jpg]" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZEf66gwL8Y/SnncvglOs9I/AAAAAAAAALs/imBJlLGH6o0/s1600/OneLovelyBlog.jpg" border="0" width="263" height="264" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;Today when I read my email I was welcomed with this sweet award from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://d2the4thpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D to the Fourth Power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; .&lt;/strong&gt;  What a sweet gesture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;What I love most about receiving awards like this are the strings.  Yes, you read me correctly.  I like the strings.  After all, that means that I get to introduce some of my favorite blogs to you.  Although, I may not write everyday, you can count on the fact that I most likely can be found reading each of these blogs on my phone.  My computer runs terribly slow… my phone functions better than my computer.  I do LOVE today’s technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;But wait there’s more.  (I’m practicing for a job in infomercials.  How did I do?)  We must not forget the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;Claim your award.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;Post it on your blog along with the name of the person who gave it to you linking it to the person's blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pass on the award to 4 more deserving "lovely" blogs &lt;em&gt;(ok, so I didn’t follow the rules… I ran out of time.  Some is better than none…. right? RIGHT?).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't forget to contact the recipients. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;So without making you wait a second longer, here are some of my favorites (in no particular order of preference… I love you all):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://adventuresofthereluctanthousewife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;Adventures of the Reluctant Housewife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt; Her humor keeps me laughing and coming back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebrookshirefam.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bloggin’ It From the Burbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt; I have learned so much from her blog’s “Tech Stuff”  and from her photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://one-hip-mom.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;One Hip Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt; Let me count the reasons: I love how she changes her blog design each month.  (I usually read all blogs via a reader, but I make a point to go to her blog to see her designs). I enjoy reading about her family… she makes me laugh.  AND I love her crafty creations.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://georgienba.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;Decisionally Challenged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt; She’s funny… she makes me smile, laugh, giggle, and maybe even snort (I will never tell).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=165132.10000079&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="New Items &amp;amp; Designs at Amy Adele!" src="http://www.amyadele.com/LinkShareBanners/300x250-NewItems.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=165132.10000079&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0" border="0" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-8815531603546824475?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8815531603546824475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=8815531603546824475' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8815531603546824475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8815531603546824475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-lovely-indeed.html' title='How Lovely Indeed'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RZEf66gwL8Y/SnncvglOs9I/AAAAAAAAALs/imBJlLGH6o0/s72-c/OneLovelyBlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1246151192384387413</id><published>2009-08-06T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:00:02.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><title type='text'>Lights, Camera, Action!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SnoCFb1RKyI/AAAAAAAAAic/Vbkdkrif1K0/s1600-h/IMG_6281%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6281" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="332" alt="IMG_6281" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SnoCF7pKs3I/AAAAAAAAAig/7PEuKtxksOQ/IMG_6281_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="491" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I love all her smiles, even the fake ones).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;We had been struggling about making the right decision regarding entering Lauren in a Pre-K program at a local school.&amp;#160; First, she has been learning things at home at a level that we know that she wouldn’t be learning at school.&amp;#160; I wish I could take the credit for pushing her, but it was her pushing me to find things for her to learn.&amp;#160; I was concerned that she would get bored if they were just going over things that she already knows.&amp;#160; I don’t think that it would hinder her by any means to homeschool, which was the other option that I was heavily weighing.&amp;#160; We may still have to choose to do that someday.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Now having said that, if you are a long time reader then you know that Lauren is EXTREMELY social.&amp;#160; She loves her friends.&amp;#160; Since she was 6 months old, she has shown the desire to be around other people.&amp;#160; (She once even cried when the couple that came to give us an appraisal on our home had to leave.&amp;#160; I had to explain… “She hates to say goodbye… TO EVERYONE”).&amp;#160; If she had it her way we would have a house large enough to start a live-in community. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;She once listened to me visit with a woman who owned a bed &amp;amp; breakfast.&amp;#160; After listening to her tales of all the new people that came to spend the night in her home, Lauren said in such an excited voice, “Oh Mom, she is the LUCKIEST WOMAN I know!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;So needless to say, that choosing to put her into a school environment was difficult and we probably made our choice based on the wrong reasons.&amp;#160; The only thing that a school environment could offer her that we couldn’t at home is the ability to blossom in a social environment.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;We&amp;#160; went to her new school to register after a busy and exhausting day.&amp;#160; It wasn’t ideal timing, but due to receiving a run-around from the school’s front desk that was the only remaining option.&amp;#160; It was an experience.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;After going through the interview process which she surprised the interviewer by her desire to show off by going above &amp;amp; beyond with her answers to his questions, she overheard me tell him that I still wasn’t sure that we were going to enroll her.&amp;#160; Upon hearing this, her legs gave out and she turned into a heap on the floor exclaiming, “I will just DIE if I don’t get to see my friends everyday!”&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;At this point, I turned to the interviewer and asked if his pre-school had a drama program.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SnoCGWsAntI/AAAAAAAAAik/uC7zgD7Bn3o/s1600-h/IMG_9334%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" color="#7f7f7f" size="3"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_9334" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="429" alt="IMG_9334" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SnoCGlwm37I/AAAAAAAAAio/l7HW7tdpea4/IMG_9334_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This was a photo of Lauren during a church program.&amp;#160; She kicked off her shoes and began the comedy show.&amp;#160; She was supposed to be singing a song with the other kids but instead we were watching the beginning of her comedy act.&amp;#160; She did a great job of making the parents laugh).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=138481.10000015&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4"&gt;&lt;img alt="Great Children&amp;#39;s Costumes and Low Prices at Costume SuperCenter" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=138481.10000015&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;gridnum=4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=138481.10000004&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4"&gt;&lt;img alt="Costume SuperCenter has Over 175 Boys Costumes" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=138481.10000004&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;gridnum=4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1246151192384387413?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1246151192384387413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1246151192384387413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1246151192384387413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1246151192384387413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/08/lights-camera-action.html' title='Lights, Camera, Action!'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SnoCF7pKs3I/AAAAAAAAAig/7PEuKtxksOQ/s72-c/IMG_6281_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-3155365824554722581</id><published>2009-08-05T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:16:48.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corey'/><title type='text'>Are We There Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SnnnossKRVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6Pb-_xsrhf8/s1600-h/IMG_5483%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_5483" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="311" alt="IMG_5483" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SnnnpIBLbCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3e6veUxrFps/IMG_5483_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Photo taken from our trip last February.&amp;#160; Corey was not going to stop under any circumstances to let me get one this time.&amp;#160; Clark Griswald, I mean Corey, had a schedule).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;During a recent trip to Table Rock in Missouri, Evan (aka &amp;quot;Repeat&amp;quot;) was in rare form. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SnnnpR99lzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/1jjNFy18IGY/s1600-h/IMG_5574%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_5574" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="291" alt="IMG_5574" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Snnnp6xv03I/AAAAAAAAAiA/tir-lzEdWfE/IMG_5574_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I was trying to get a cool picture to celebrate our fun day at the park, but little man had a different pose in mind.&amp;#160; “Mom take a picture up my nose and see if I have any boogies!” God bless him).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt;I have to admit this was only because Lauren (aka &amp;quot;Pete&amp;quot;) was catching up her beauty sleep. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SnnnqMzLgCI/AAAAAAAAAiE/WhumVH4BncE/s1600-h/IMG_6750%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6750" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="314" alt="IMG_6750" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Snnnqb7FmJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/wDoptt6UzDE/IMG_6750_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(No, we don’t usually let our kids lay down in the street.&amp;#160; But her legs have a tendency to stop working when she doesn’t get her way.&amp;#160; I’m still looking for the medical term for this ailment.&amp;#160; However, I was extremely pleased to get such a pretty picture out of the ordeal).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt;My husband on the other hand was in not-so rare form. He was teasing and flirting and making me laugh. (He was harassing me endlessly). &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SnnnqmKqufI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3x-nbMdO2U0/s1600-h/IMG_6917%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6917" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="311" alt="IMG_6917" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SnnnrNq4uII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_qo64Q_7OCY/IMG_6917_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In this photo, Corey is pleading with me to never take his photo again.&amp;#160; Of course, my response is “Me no speak Ingles.” Sorry Corey, I love you too much to not ever take your photo. LOL)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="left"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt;So I lovingly helped repeat out and redirected Evan's focus to Dad... All I had to do was ask Corey once, &amp;quot;Are we there yet?&amp;quot; and for the next ten minutes that's all that we heard from Repeat. Each time made me giggle and laugh. Paybacks baby. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Snnnrth4vZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pkkcUCYdIVM/s1600-h/IMG_6760-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6760-edit" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="311" alt="IMG_6760-edit" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SnnnrzXMWWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Qea_u2eLaQ4/IMG_6760-edit_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our friend’s beautiful home.&amp;#160; Thank you for showing us such sweet hospitality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Still ornery,&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;J&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=163355.10000012&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" alt="Hotels Combined PTY LTD" src="http://www.hotelscombined.com/affiliate/banners/HCsaveHotelFlickBanner300x250.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=163355.10000012&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0" width="1" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-3155365824554722581?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3155365824554722581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=3155365824554722581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3155365824554722581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3155365824554722581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-we-there-yet.html' title='Are We There Yet'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SnnnpIBLbCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3e6veUxrFps/s72-c/IMG_5483_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-7426961413912628403</id><published>2009-07-29T11:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:25:34.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Not Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I’m not going to post today because… well… I like you.&amp;#160; I Like You A LOT!&amp;#160; (That’s me doing my best Jim Carey impression.&amp;#160; Yes I like him.&amp;#160; I am one of his freaky followers.&amp;#160; He makes me laugh, giggle, chuckle, then grab my stomach and laugh some more.&amp;#160; I’ve warned you about this.&amp;#160; I have the sense of humor of a twelve year old boy).&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;But seriously.&amp;#160; I’m not posting because this is a happy place.&amp;#160; I want this to be YOUR happy place.&amp;#160; So I’m not going to gripe about may not-so-blissful marital issues (we all have our moments.&amp;#160; Show me a REAL marriage without them.&amp;#160; If you can then I will become their best student.&amp;#160; I love my husband more than anything.&amp;#160; That’s why it bothers me when there is any discourse), I’m not going to post about the family member that has cancer, and I’m not going to post about my bitterness towards my own frustration.&amp;#160; I suck at faking it.&amp;#160; Faking it makes me bitter.&amp;#160; I was not designed to bottle things up and pretend.&amp;#160; I am no good at smiling and saying “everything is great” when I run into someone that I know and they ask how everything is going.&amp;#160; I would win an award at being the world’s worst actress.&amp;#160; I’m sure of it.&amp;#160; I like awards. LOL.&amp;#160; Anyway, being fake is not my style.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I may be totally off base here, but doesn’t God want us to relate!&amp;#160; Who knows the person that I may be crossing paths, may have been through this and may have all the answers or at least information about what didn’t work for them.&amp;#160; Isn’t that what we are supposed to do ?&amp;#160; Aren’t we supposed to help each other through the tough times?&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Instead it seems that society just wants the “Everything is great” answer so that we can all go about our own business.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;So instead, I’m not going to post and not give any details.&amp;#160; I am going to get a coffee a BIG FAT donut and hopefully an attitude adjustment.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Until Then,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-7426961413912628403?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7426961413912628403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=7426961413912628403' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7426961413912628403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7426961413912628403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-posting.html' title='Not Posting'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-8726560730251514406</id><published>2009-07-28T16:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:39:22.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>I Heart Faces – At The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.livinglocurto.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/125x125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;The theme at I Heart Faces this week is &lt;em&gt;The Beach&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#160; Our family loves the beach and we have a million photos taken with point &amp;amp; shoot and disposable cameras of beach scenes.&amp;#160; However, this trip to Mexico was the only trip that we have taken since we purchased a SLR.&amp;#160; So here I am holding up these walls… they would have crumbled without my support.&amp;#160; I’m sure of it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/br&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;This picture was taken by A Moxie Mom’s Man (a.k.a. Corey).&amp;#160; If our business doesn’t thrive, I tell him that he would make an awesome photographer.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sm9vf6EzOxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ckYWCOoNjFg/s1600-h/IMG_6615-blog%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" color="#7f7f7f" size="3"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6615-blog" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="332" alt="IMG_6615-blog" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sm9vgVVgWlI/AAAAAAAAAhg/GsSsRLiPFoM/IMG_6615-blog_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="491" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;CAMERA &amp;amp; SETTINGS:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Camera: Canon EOS 50D with a Tamron 18-250mm f3.5-6.3 (IF) Macro Lens&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Shutter Speed: 1/250 seconds&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Aperature f-Stop: f13&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;ISO: 400&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Focal length: 50mm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Editing Software: Adobe Photoshop 6.0 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Lightened the photo then I used the &lt;em&gt;Burn&lt;/em&gt; tool to frame the subject of the photo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I’m loving each new concept that I learn about photography.&amp;#160; It’s a work in progress.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-8726560730251514406?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8726560730251514406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=8726560730251514406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8726560730251514406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8726560730251514406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-heart-faces-at-beach.html' title='I Heart Faces – At The Beach'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sm9vgVVgWlI/AAAAAAAAAhg/GsSsRLiPFoM/s72-c/IMG_6615-blog_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-2163389743304849392</id><published>2009-07-21T18:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:34:27.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Ahh!&amp;#160; The feeling of coming home after a vacation is one of the best.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQbQdDiSI/AAAAAAAAAgU/zoWAUxDFCEE/s1600-h/IMG_6411%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6411" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="517" alt="IMG_6411" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQbnxlUCI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xjehpR_KsEM/IMG_6411_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Corey &amp;amp; I had an amazing time in Mexico and I really enjoyed Los Cabos.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQb8fHYdI/AAAAAAAAAgc/HVh4e_Sdr1c/s1600-h/IMG_6636%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6636" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="245" alt="IMG_6636" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQcN4sRtI/AAAAAAAAAgg/YiaSK8u_nJc/IMG_6636_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;The water, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQctSnZdI/AAAAAAAAAgk/VtEEPKsvuYk/s1600-h/IMG_6627%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6627" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="517" alt="IMG_6627" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQcz65s8I/AAAAAAAAAgo/gVNl8x0Ccvg/IMG_6627_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;the mountains, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQdHPTXcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/IDBOU7auePk/s1600-h/IMG_6353%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6353" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="517" alt="IMG_6353" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQdfl_gGI/AAAAAAAAAgw/wg1vrWzdAFQ/IMG_6353_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;the beaches, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQdrXM1WI/AAAAAAAAAg0/U1KTTgkpHqA/s1600-h/IMG_6720-edited%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6720-edited" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="245" alt="IMG_6720-edited" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQeGe5yhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/LzaODvwVT30/IMG_6720-edited_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;the critters… it was an adventure.&amp;#160; One that I would recommend to anyone and everyone.&amp;#160; We had a great time with our friends.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQeUGWHtI/AAAAAAAAAg8/iNG6LoTDLpQ/s1600-h/IMG_6471%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6471" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="247" alt="IMG_6471" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQekqB_yI/AAAAAAAAAhA/o5yxtBxTFC4/IMG_6471_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Although after a long weekend, I couldn’t wait to get back to my kiddos.&amp;#160; I missed them so much.&amp;#160; And worried about them.&amp;#160; And missed them some more.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQeyB4mZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/f7TrdG-NJGM/s1600-h/IMG_6394%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6394" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="517" alt="IMG_6394" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQfMOSDFI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Z-D4vVRGwkQ/IMG_6394_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Although, it did feel good to get away and spend some time with Corey.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQfvU0_uI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Px9TQGA68Bs/s1600-h/IMG_6614%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6614" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="245" alt="IMG_6614" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQgKDM5GI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/s6b9u5lHFLQ/IMG_6614_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;That quality time is good for every relationship.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQgbtwM7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/wRmLts_dK1E/s1600-h/IMG_6709%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6709" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="245" alt="IMG_6709" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQgkQHYcI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8UWLIiwn4tU/IMG_6709_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;As Corey &amp;amp; I landed in Texas we both jumped on our phones and began reconnecting to the real world.&amp;#160; One of the many delights of returning home was to find that I had won an honorable mention on the I Heart Faces website.&amp;#160; I had scheduled a few posts for this blog while I was gone and it was great to be greeted with your comments as I came back to the US.&amp;#160; I loved it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Such sweet &amp;amp; simple pleasures!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Love you all,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Jess&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=176450.10000296&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" alt="ONETRAVEL.COM" src="http://www.onetravel.com/travel/affiliate/Top-air-Travel-Deals-Banners/images/300x250.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=176450.10000296&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0" width="1" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-2163389743304849392?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2163389743304849392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=2163389743304849392' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2163389743304849392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2163389743304849392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SmZQbnxlUCI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xjehpR_KsEM/s72-c/IMG_6411_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-5838986386033823740</id><published>2009-07-17T08:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:25:56.174-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl1KMMJEV3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/dPpXSGGs9Jc/s1600-h/IMG_6230%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6230" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="IMG_6230" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl1KMlbW_EI/AAAAAAAAAgE/RzEE1EiVSXw/IMG_6230_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="514" height="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;This little girl is my sweet little princess.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl1KM_6I9DI/AAAAAAAAAgI/D_kle9GFMlA/s1600-h/IMG_6231%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6231" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline;" alt="IMG_6231" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl1KNdBrE6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/qt1dlwHzCvg/IMG_6231_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="514" height="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;And just in case anyone is wondering, yes, I am saving this picture for her senior year.  I have already created a “special” folder for that wonderful occasion.  Just in case she decided to erase it when she gets older, I have it backed up &amp;amp; hidden.  Just thinking of the tortured screams that will follow when she realizes what photos I have set aside for that wonderful senior exhibition, makes me laugh to no end.  Ahhh, the simple pleasures of life.&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/5638757398380178236-5838986386033823740?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5838986386033823740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=5838986386033823740' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5838986386033823740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5838986386033823740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl1KMlbW_EI/AAAAAAAAAgE/RzEE1EiVSXw/s72-c/IMG_6230_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1986190286489661729</id><published>2009-07-16T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:00:02.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>The Champ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 298px; height: 397px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0_MDqyufI/AAAAAAAAAf8/li5y9U2GMcU/img.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is one of many bad photos taken with my phone.  It's easier to get a close-up photograph of a fly in the air with a 50mm lens than the back of my ever-moving son's head).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last weekend my little guy ended the night with this nasty gash on the back of his head. Originally I took these pictures in the ER just to amuse and occupy him. (He is very much like his dad in that area). I would take a photo and show him and for the next few minutes he would slowly give me a play by play of his boo-boo.  He would remind me of the instant that he jumped out of my lap ( which is also known as base), that he fell and the second that the pillow hit him and he fell back against the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, his version is much more graphic and animated. Each time he concluded the play by play, he would say, "let's take another picture".  I would oblige and the entire story would begin again. For about thirty minutes, I felt as if I had stepped into the set of the movie  "Groundhog Day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, I was so pleased that he wasn't crying and that he was acting so tough throughout our hospital visit. He truly amazes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1986190286489661729?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1986190286489661729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1986190286489661729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1986190286489661729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1986190286489661729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/champ.html' title='The Champ'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0_MDqyufI/AAAAAAAAAf8/li5y9U2GMcU/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-7743205609611448071</id><published>2009-07-16T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:00:05.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>What if… #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Join me in the &lt;em&gt;What If&lt;/em&gt; game. Let’s start off this week with an easy one, or at least easy for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida fax;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you could wear only one color besides white or black, for the rest of your life, what would you wear? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Questions, with such finality “the REST of your life” can be a bit difficult for me… it sounds like such a commitment. However, my answer would be blue. I love blue, it’s my favorite color. Now, always, and forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida fax;"&gt;If you had to name your single worst fear, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida fax;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharks!!!! I’m breaking out in a sweat just thinking about them. It’s a GREAT thing that I live in Oklahoma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida fax;"&gt;If you could eliminate forevermore one cause of death on earth, what would it be? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cancer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida fax;"&gt;If you could go back to any age and start a different life, what age would that be? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five. I may go into detail about that answer someday… but not today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida fax;"&gt;If you had to eat in only one restaurant for the rest of your life, which one would you choose? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Right now, I’m not a fan of eating out… we do it too often. But if I had to choose, it would be &lt;u&gt;In The Raw&lt;/u&gt;. They have great salads, steaks, rice bowls, appetizers, and of course both cooked and raw sushi. I would need the variety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida fax;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida fax;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida fax;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Fax;font-size:100%;"&gt;&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/5638757398380178236-7743205609611448071?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7743205609611448071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=7743205609611448071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7743205609611448071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7743205609611448071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-if-2.html' title='What if… #2'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-5376061120516443769</id><published>2009-07-15T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:00:00.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom of children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>Belly Babble</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Evan:&amp;#160; My Belly is talking, no it’s crying&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Dad:&amp;#160; Why is your belly talking?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Evan:&amp;#160; No, it’s CRYING.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dad:&amp;#160; Why is it crying?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Evan:&amp;#160; It’s crying for the ice cream store.&amp;#160; It needs more today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0vhg1fRjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/AEc3AigRp9Y/s1600-h/IMG_6172%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6172" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="517" alt="IMG_6172" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0viIGevGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/YR2V6Gj0g4U/IMG_6172_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0viVxe0ZI/AAAAAAAAAfk/M6MNGlqT99c/s1600-h/IMG_6148%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6148" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="347" alt="IMG_6148" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0vinRvEPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Fz6xseChC2E/IMG_6148_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0vjOCnIAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/0sKtrvBO4dA/s1600-h/IMG_6190%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6190" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="352" alt="IMG_6190" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0vjfYQ2ZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/uY2oSIY40Rs/IMG_6190_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0vj3Wka_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/JbL7-ptf4oc/s1600-h/IMG_6184%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6184" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="344" alt="IMG_6184" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0vkERU6EI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JVKXF4Ost0g/IMG_6184_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(originally Feb. 22, 2009)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-5376061120516443769?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5376061120516443769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=5376061120516443769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5376061120516443769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5376061120516443769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/belly-babble.html' title='Belly Babble'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0viIGevGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/YR2V6Gj0g4U/s72-c/IMG_6172_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-6787064920098264503</id><published>2009-07-15T00:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:38:42.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>I Heart Faces – Week 27 - Sports in Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;img title="IMG_9042" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="318" alt="IMG_9042" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl1nejR0R4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/5shFw0_UODw/IMG_9042_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;When I saw the tweet from I Heart Faces about the theme this week, I couldn’t pass it up.&amp;#160; After all, the majority of photos that I have of Evan are “Action” photos.&amp;#160; This child is always moving!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" color="#7f7f7f" size="3"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://www.livinglocurto.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/125x125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Photo Properties for anyone that is interested:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I shot this photograph with a Canon Rebel XTi and a 50mm lens f/1.4&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Shutter Speed: 1/320 seconds&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Aperature: F-Stop 1.4&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;ISO: 400&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Focal Length: 50 mm (not much of a choice here) :-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;(No flash) White Balance was set on Tungsten light&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Forgive me for any misspellings or misuse of terminology… I’m still learning.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-6787064920098264503?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6787064920098264503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=6787064920098264503' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6787064920098264503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6787064920098264503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-heart-faces-week-27-sports-in-action.html' title='I Heart Faces – Week 27 - Sports in Action'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl1nejR0R4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/5shFw0_UODw/s72-c/IMG_9042_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-709554987620418995</id><published>2009-07-14T20:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:15:56.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home and Garden'/><title type='text'>Calling All Gardening Geniuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0tyLm3LGI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2wkCrjKSu9g/s1600-h/IMG_6316%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6316" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="517" alt="IMG_6316" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0tyjmNw7I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Ui93z4RTgyw/IMG_6316_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; I have this lovely little vine growing in my garden.&amp;#160; I do have a problem though.&amp;#160; It is growing fast and I’m not quite sure what it is.&amp;#160; I probably should find out what it is before it gets so big that I have to wrestle it to pull it out.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6315" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="517" alt="IMG_6315" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0tzNsgoCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ZgukA2RXv_s/IMG_6315_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;I’m scared that it may be a vine from the Poison family; Poison Ivy, Poison Sumac, or possibly their cousin, Poison oak.&amp;#160; If anyone happens to know what this blessed vine is, could you please share your vast knowledge with me?! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:4668e88e-eb85-49e0-bd50-73b449b9cd01" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Gardening" rel="tag"&gt;Gardening&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Poison+Ivy" rel="tag"&gt;Poison Ivy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Poison+Oak" rel="tag"&gt;Poison Oak&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Poison+Sumac" rel="tag"&gt;Poison Sumac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-709554987620418995?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/709554987620418995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=709554987620418995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/709554987620418995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/709554987620418995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/calling-all-gardening-geniuses.html' title='Calling All Gardening Geniuses'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sl0tyjmNw7I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Ui93z4RTgyw/s72-c/IMG_6316_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1605023393601965567</id><published>2009-07-10T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:29:22.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s Gotta Go…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I’m not quite sure what has come over me, but never the less, it is time.&amp;#160; For the last four months, I have been trying to have a garage sale, but we have not been home on a single Saturday in over four months.&amp;#160; How sad is that?&amp;#160; I long for the days to sit &amp;amp; do nothing… I look forward to being BORED on a Saturday morning.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;But&amp;#160; I am finally tired of the clutter in my attic too.&amp;#160; I can’t stand it.&amp;#160; I want it all out.&amp;#160; At this time of the year, the attic is nothing more than a sauna, but it will be a spacious sauna after this weekend.&amp;#160; WooHoo, I can’t wait.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SleWikG7WRI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AAwEpFlp7ck/s1600-h/IMG_00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" color="#7f7f7f" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SleWikG7WRI/AAAAAAAAAeY/YicDLJhJcLM/s1600-h/IMG_00156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0015" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="324" alt="IMG_0015" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SlbO1cDjGjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/3Yq4Su8ILJc/IMG_0015_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="476" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I am also selling my Canon SLR camera.&amp;#160; I am in complete purge mode and I recently won a new camera, so I am going to let go of this one.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SlbO1wzHhDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Wxv1LXsaWDI/s1600-h/IMG_00142.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" color="#7f7f7f" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SlbO1wzHhDI/AAAAAAAAAek/55ewa45wi1Y/s1600-h/IMG_00143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0014" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="314" alt="IMG_0014" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SlbO2JRxy8I/AAAAAAAAAdw/G8oQaSpctYw/IMG_0014_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;(This was a difficult decision for me).&amp;#160; I really liked this camera.&amp;#160; I am going to put the camera on eBay tomorrow morning.&amp;#160; I need to do a little research.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SlbO2tyh5yI/AAAAAAAAAes/rihAH7t6xJA/s1600-h/IMG_00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" color="#7f7f7f" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SlbO2tyh5yI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Bjwfp7YSG8k/s1600-h/IMG_00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0010" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="324" alt="IMG_0010" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SlbO3JvuyQI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZBTku_42CmA/IMG_0010_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="477" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I have quite a few accessories that will be in the bundle and I don’t know where to begin the bidding.&amp;#160; Well please wish me luck.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I would take pictures of my attic but I can’t get in there to take any pictures.&amp;#160; Yes it is THAT bad.&amp;#160; It is a “Tackle It Tuesday”er’s dream (and my nightmare).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Click on the link below and check out the Ebay listing:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=180380780678"&gt;Digital Camera on Ebay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1605023393601965567?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1605023393601965567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1605023393601965567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1605023393601965567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1605023393601965567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-gotta-go.html' title='It’s Gotta Go…'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SlbO1cDjGjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/3Yq4Su8ILJc/s72-c/IMG_0015_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-3479483544269284350</id><published>2009-07-10T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:00:02.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Don’t Tickle My Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;After taking the dogs outside and letting them walk through the wet night grass, I brought them inside to go to bed. Lucy ran straight to Corey to love on him. She adores him so much and the feeling is mutual. He wouldn't let any other dog on our furniture, on him, or let any other animal kiss him. I think this was the moment they fell inlove.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sla4KIMV4xI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H959E8IkGVg/s1600-h/IMG_7242%5B22%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7242" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="517" alt="IMG_7242" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sla4KoAS_5I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Tk8DrdL1RaY/IMG_7242_thumb%5B20%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Or maybe it was here…&lt;/font&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sla4LG12ZlI/AAAAAAAAAc4/3rWUrRQ_svc/s1600-h/IMG_7241%5B14%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7241" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="526" alt="IMG_7241" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sla4Lo2RARI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6-mICnq-RzY/IMG_7241_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;As I've said before, I love to tease. That's a slight understatement... I live to tease Corey! So of course, I couldn't resist. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I waited until he let her jump on the furniture, then watched as she climbed into his lap and put her paws on his chest and began nuzzling against him. Her paws were just a bit damp not quite wet but enough that I knew he could feel the moisture. I began walking out of the room and called back, &amp;quot;Now Lucy, don't get on the couch you just walked through your own pee.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;At that moment, I swear the song, &lt;em&gt;Scat man&lt;/em&gt;, started playing and Corey was scrambling so fast that he was moving double time to the music while trying to get off the couch &amp;amp; get her off too. I kept trying to tell him that i was kidding him but I was laughing too hard. I couldn't speak, I could barely catch my breath. It honestly took three attempts before I finally was able to tell him that I was just joking.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;When I walked up to him I could still hear his heart pounding. I was just thankful that he was too tired to chase me down. He laughed with relief when I told him what I had done.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt; Now I'm telling you this so that if you see me walking down the street and I look like Smurfette then that means Corey probably put Kool-Aid in the shower head and got me back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;By the way, how long does it take for the blue to wash off your skin &amp;amp; out of your hair? Does anyone know?      &lt;br /&gt;Honestly this was paybacks for tickling my feet, but that's an entirely different post.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:d4d353d6-39b2-43e9-8c41-77d06698a703" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Funny" rel="tag"&gt;Funny&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Revenge" rel="tag"&gt;Revenge&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Dogs" rel="tag"&gt;Dogs&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Boxer" rel="tag"&gt;Boxer&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Puppy+Love" rel="tag"&gt;Puppy Love&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Puppy" rel="tag"&gt;Puppy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-3479483544269284350?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3479483544269284350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=3479483544269284350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3479483544269284350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3479483544269284350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-tickle-my-feet.html' title='Don’t Tickle My Feet'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sla4KoAS_5I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Tk8DrdL1RaY/s72-c/IMG_7242_thumb%5B20%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1117465466677932831</id><published>2009-07-09T21:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:55:39.315-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>All Signs Point to “Go”, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Once all the travel arrangements were made, it was time to begin making arrangements for the kids while we were away.&amp;#160; This was actually a bit more difficult and they ended up with more of a multi-destination day than we did with our connecting flights.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;It was just a little after midnight when I finally crawled into bed and set my alarm to sound just four hours later.&amp;#160; I know it wasn’t much but I was looking forward to those four hours of sleep.&amp;#160; Unfortunately, Corey woke up just an hour and a half later with strong abdominal pains.&amp;#160; He spent the next few hours in pain and discomfort.&amp;#160; ( I will save your stomachs and leave out all the gross details).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I asked him multiple times if he wanted to reschedule the trip, but he was determined to go.&amp;#160; So at 4 a.m., we loaded our sleepy kids into the car to go to my sister’s home (their first stop) for the early morning.&amp;#160; We had to pull the car over once for Corey… he still wasn’t feeling very well (again saving you from the details).&amp;#160; We were able to drop them of and barely make it to our flight on time.&amp;#160; (We were actually five minutes late… 25 minutes to take-off, but the sweet woman at the counter was able to get us on the flight anyway).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;At this moment, we felt like our luck was beginning to turn around.&amp;#160; As we landed in Dallas to get onto our connecting flight we were beginning to relax and enjoy ourselves as much as one can while not feeling well.&amp;#160; I had to make a few calls to make further arrangements for the kids.&amp;#160; It had been too late for me to call their “school” the afternoon before when we realized that we would be Houston bound.&amp;#160; The school confirmed that they had an opening and they would be happy to have the kids for the day.&amp;#160; Whew!&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;We climbed onto the Houston-bound plane excited about being one step closer to having our passports (and one step closer to returning home).&amp;#160; It was still too early to call my sister to check on the kids so I sent her a text letting her know that Corey’s brother was supposed to pick the kids up before lunch and take them to “school” (a Mother’s Day Out program offered by a local church… I really like the curriculum and enjoy the new facts that they learn about Jesus each day they attend).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Then we had another turn of events.&amp;#160; While it was beautiful and sunny outside in Dallas, it was pouring rain, lightening, and thundering in Houston.&amp;#160; The air-traffic control would not let us fly.&amp;#160; So we were stuck on the plane… on the runway… for 30 minutes… and hour… hour and a half… for over two hours.&amp;#160; Once it became apparent that we would not make our appointment on time, I called the passport office and scheduled a new appointment for later that day under Corey’s name.&amp;#160; I called Corey’s brother to see if the “drop-off” went smoothly and asked him if he remembered to get lunches for the kids.&amp;#160; He hadn’t.&amp;#160; He turned around and headed back.&amp;#160; I was so thankful that he was still close to the school, because the last thing that I wanted to think about was my babies and their starving stomachs.&amp;#160; He took the lunches to the School Director, who has more than pleased to see him walk up bearing food.&amp;#160; Situations handled.&amp;#160; No sweat.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I sat back in my plane seat and hoped to get a bit of shut eye while we were waiting.&amp;#160; As I sat there I couldn’t help but feel proud of all the other passengers that were on the plane.&amp;#160; You may think that is silly, but, seriously, I have been on other flights where passengers felt entitled to act like fools, shouting about the obvious wait.&amp;#160; As if there is anything that the flight attendant can do about the weather.&amp;#160; So even though we were waiting for a few extra hours the wait wasn’t made unbearable by others foul attitudes.&amp;#160; I was thankful for their positive attitudes and that Corey wasn’t feeling as bad as he was earlier that morning.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Not much more time had passed before the captain announced that our flight just received the green light to go to Houston.&amp;#160; The timing was great.&amp;#160; We would arrive in Houston in plenty of time to make our later appointment.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Then as the plane was landing we had another hiccup (once again I am sparing you the disgusting details).&amp;#160; I’ll just put it like this, Corey’s body was undergoing something serious.&amp;#160; We had guessed a series of possible ailments… kidney stones (he’s familiar with that one unfortunately), stomach virus, etc.&amp;#160; (I’ll spare the details… who wants to hear about my or my husband’s bodily functions… unless you are in the medical field, then you may actually be hanging on the edge of your seat thinking WHAT IS IT, WHAT’S HE GOT?)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I am in awe at Corey’s determination to stick with the vacation.&amp;#160; I probably would have thrown my hands up in the air back when we realized that we were double booked for the weekend.&amp;#160; (I MAY have told you this before). But not him, that is another reason that I admire that man. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Corey called to make sure that his mother was picking up the kids on time and that all went well.&amp;#160; We are so thankful to our entire family for being able to take “shifts” and watch the kids or taxi them throughout the day to make it possible for us to get our passports.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;So we get a taxi and head to the passport office.&amp;#160; Corey was feeling much better by this time.&amp;#160; It was the only time throughout that day that he was himself.&amp;#160; He was so himself that he was singing… LOUDLY… in the passport office.&amp;#160; I kept trying to get him to be quiet.&amp;#160; After all, we had made it this far…. I didn’t want to get kicked out because of his singing as off-key as he possible could.&amp;#160; I was desperate, so I told a boob joke and distracted him.&amp;#160; He forgot all about singing and instead talked anatomy for the next five minutes that we waited in line for them to call our number.&amp;#160; I have to admit I do love the male mind.&amp;#160; There aren’t many things in life that can trump a husband harassing (embarrassing) his wife in a public place.&amp;#160; I truly thank God for giving women that card.&amp;#160; You think I’m joking, HA, I am extremely serious, I do thank God for that often.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I have to say they ran the office very efficiently, we were only there for maybe 30 to 45 minutes and everything was completed.&amp;#160; We were so thankful, and since they were so fast we were going to try to grab a quick bite (it was now 3:00 pm and we still hadn’t eaten anything.&amp;#160; This was definitely not good for my diet.&amp;#160; I’m trying to LOSE fat, not send my body into starvation mode so that it will begin storing fat).&amp;#160; My biggest worry was still Corey though, I didn’t want to even mention food because I wasn’t sure if even the thought of food would make him hurl.&amp;#160; I can honestly say that I didn’t have a strong desire to find out… we had already been down that road a few times and I wasn’t eager to go back. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“To eat or not to eat, that is the question”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;As we were trying to decide we ran into two air marshals that pointed us in the direction of a great little diner with a unique burger &amp;amp; sandwich specialty.&amp;#160; I never in a million years would have ordered it if I saw the description on the menu but I am thankful that it was recommended because it was fantastic.&amp;#160; I will try to duplicate it someday for you.&amp;#160; And if I ever get it figured out, I will be happy to post the recipe for you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;After we ate we were back to the airport to try to get earlier flights back to Oklahoma.&amp;#160; (Our original flight didn’t return home until after 1:00 am due to late flights throughout the day).&amp;#160; My mom called to let me know that she had dinner and was on her way to watch the kids.&amp;#160; She was taking the last shift.&amp;#160; She was such a sweetheart to drive (she lives an hour away from us) up after she got off work to stay with them.&amp;#160; Corey &amp;amp; I really are very fortunate to have family that can help in situations like this.&amp;#160; The kids had an action-packed day and after dinner, the park, going for a walk, baths, and books, they crashed hard and went to sleep quickly (all that was just during my mom’s shift… their day was FULL).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sla7uaF1n8I/AAAAAAAAAdA/Wu0LcMrGfM4/s1600-h/clip_image001%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image001" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="469" alt="clip_image001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sla7usMeNXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/AsCL4PHeJ6s/clip_image001_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Back at the airports, we were listening to our last flight being announced and hoping that our names were close enough to the top on the standby list that we would make it on the plane.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I wasn’t quite to the point of holding my breath, but I was close.&amp;#160; I was ready to be home.&amp;#160; Corey became tired of waiting and took another bathroom break and sure enough, they called our names.&amp;#160; That seemed to be the secret to getting on the plane.&amp;#160; Each time he left for the bathroom, we were called to the desk.&amp;#160; The flight was short &amp;amp; sweet and we were glad to be home by 10:30p.m.&amp;#160; It was a pleasant surprise to be able to visit with my mom before we went to bed.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;So after all of that, we are more than excited to go on our vacation.&amp;#160; We have worked for it in more ways than one.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1117465466677932831?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1117465466677932831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1117465466677932831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1117465466677932831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1117465466677932831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-signs-point-to-go-part-2.html' title='All Signs Point to “Go”, Part 2'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sla7usMeNXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/AsCL4PHeJ6s/s72-c/clip_image001_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-8463302292652622812</id><published>2009-07-09T01:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:23:32.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>All Signs Point to “Go”, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So much has been happening in our little world lately that I honestly don’t know where to begin.&amp;#160; I don’t want to leave anything out but since we are all limited on time, I will just share our crazy story from yesterday’s excursions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A few months ago, a few of our friends called us about a “bargain” vacation that we couldn’t pass up.&amp;#160; And I have to give it to them, they were right the price on that vacation was incredible!&amp;#160; It would have cost us more to stay home then to pack our bags and go sit on a beach in Mexico.&amp;#160; So needless to say, it was a no-brainer.&amp;#160; We told them that we were “in” and were looking forward to relaxing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, WE didn’t book our trip immediately like our friends, so we ended up paying a bit more.&amp;#160; Granted the vacation was still a bargain, but knowing that it could have been less expensive hurt just a bit.&amp;#160; We were still excited and looking forward to our vacation.&amp;#160; Corey turned to me and asked if I had my passport, I assured him that I did (even showing it to him).&amp;#160; We are set to go… or so we thought.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was updating our family calendar a few weeks ago and I asked him about our trip.&amp;#160; I am so excited to be taking a vacation and I love being able to think about it and plan for it… and on those days that are chaotic, I get to close my eyes and think of ocean waves crashing against the shore line and I immediately feel refreshed and well equipped to handle the situations at hand.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Unfortunately, there was a HUGE problem.&amp;#160; Well HUGE for me.&amp;#160; My definition of a HUGE problem and Corey’s definition of a HUGE problem are totally different.&amp;#160; To me…. the house flooding: “Aw, no big deal.&amp;#160; We can clean that up.&amp;#160; No reason to get excited about it.&amp;#160; Shut the water off &amp;amp; grab some towels.”&amp;#160; But if it deals with people… “Oh dear, the sky is falling”.&amp;#160; I am a people-pleaser.&amp;#160; I always have been.&amp;#160; I always want everyone to be happy and comfortable.&amp;#160; And yes, if someone was to ask me for one wish, I would probably ask for world peace among EVERYONE.&amp;#160; (I know it’s not possible and that life may be boring without conflict… but you have NOT met my husband then.&amp;#160; Life will never be boring as long as he is here.&amp;#160; The man is pure entertainment).&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Any who, back to updating that calendar (sorry, it is late)… while updating I noticed that we were double booked, but Corey &amp;amp; his calm self took care of everything.&amp;#160; I’m glad that he did, because I would not have been able to do that.&amp;#160; Either way, I would have had to disappoint someone (telling our friends that we couldn’t go on the vacation would have been difficult but I wouldn’t have wanted to miss his lifelong friend’s wedding reception either).&amp;#160; This is one of the reasons that we are so great together.&amp;#160; When our house floods, kids create a disaster, or something needs to be fixed… Corey calls me.&amp;#160; But when the sky falls I have him to come save the day.&amp;#160; Thank you God. :-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So then on Monday, Corey came to me with another problem.&amp;#160; He didn’t have a passport and couldn’t find his birth certificate.&amp;#160; He asked about mine again.&amp;#160; And I couldn’t wait to show it to him again, (see honey I was responsible).&amp;#160; Then he opened it up.&amp;#160; “Uh Jess, this has your maiden name on it.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now I’m thanking God that I kept the responsible comment to myself… otherwise I’d still hear about that one on our 10 year anniversary.&amp;#160; “Remember when YOU claimed that YOU were the responsible one because YOU already had YOUR passport…. with your MAIDEN name on it”.&amp;#160; I love to harass and tease Corey but I am so thankful that I chose not to poke fun at that moment.&amp;#160; That would have been all the ammunition that he needed to tease me back for YEARS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So there we were, neither of us have passports, with only X amount of days before the trip.&amp;#160; We both wanted to tease the other, but we didn’t have ground to stand on… so we just laughed at each other instead.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Corey went off to work &amp;amp; I called Houston’s passport office, made an appointment, and booked a few flights to Houston for the next day. (I had to use a gift certificate travel voucher that Corey won… we were saving that for another vacation later this year.&amp;#160; It was disappointing, but I was glad to have the voucher and it not be more money out of our pockets).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(To be continued…I’m sleepy…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-8463302292652622812?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8463302292652622812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=8463302292652622812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8463302292652622812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8463302292652622812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-signs-point-to-go-part-1.html' title='All Signs Point to “Go”, Part 1'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-6063554666627193165</id><published>2009-07-09T00:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:13:49.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><title type='text'>Future Mamarazzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SlV8SpQpezI/AAAAAAAAAco/Y2Rgo0-EBOo/s1600-h/IMG_88773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_8877" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="343" alt="IMG_8877" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SlV8TI1hYKI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cELMcAqRj_E/IMG_8877_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="505" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;A few weeks ago at a wedding reception, Lauren surprised us all with her photography abilities.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-6063554666627193165?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6063554666627193165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=6063554666627193165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6063554666627193165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6063554666627193165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/future-mamarazzi.html' title='Future Mamarazzi'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SlV8TI1hYKI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cELMcAqRj_E/s72-c/IMG_8877_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1777755348848383569</id><published>2009-07-02T06:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T06:03:01.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom of children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>Never Say NEVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;For the most part I could say that I gave birth to two of the sweetest, snuggly, loving children.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SkuI6W6x7vI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Lr1zZ1L0GNo/s1600-h/IMG_9042%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_9042" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="333" alt="IMG_9042" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SkuI67-dbsI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lvsAcoK62bM/IMG_9042_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I might add, who run VERY fast and love being chased.&amp;#160; His giggles while being pursued are the sweetest sound.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SkuI7Ny6gqI/AAAAAAAAAcA/dyhENwePr8o/s1600-h/IMG_9107%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_9107" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="496" alt="IMG_9107" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SkuI7ruGa-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/up88bsY9P6g/IMG_9107_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;And who may someday be voted as the class clown.&amp;#160; She loves to see people laugh and will gladly act as goofy as it takes to bring smiles to those around her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;However, like every child they have moments that make me wonder what they are thinking, or if they are even thinking at all.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Life with these two is constant comedy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Recently I came across an old notebook with so many funny stories of the kids and lists pertaining to them when they were younger.&amp;#160; This one may make you giggle, just plain gross you out, or both.&amp;#160; Enjoy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" color="#2c944a" size="3"&gt;********************************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;So me of these things I thought that I would never say because of the effect that these words had on me, others are phrases I thought that I would never say because I thought that they sounded ridiculous, and THEN there are the phrases that I thought that I would never NEED to say… or at least I hoped that I wouldn’t.. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;font size="+0"&gt;“Evan stop licking food off your sister’s fingers.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“Because I said so.” (The classic among all generations).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“Please quit trying to EAT the dogs ears… she doesn’t bite your ears.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“I know you are tired when we get home you can take a nap, but there’s no reason to be overdramatic and lay down in the street.”&amp;#160; To which my child replied, “I DON’T NEED A NAP… just a very short rest time… like 5 seconds or so but NOT in my bed because I might fall asleep and I DON’T NEED A NAP.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“Please take your feet off the table, we are at a restaurant.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;While eating lunch with my brother-in-law and one of his buddies, my husband, and the kids…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“Is HE Uncle ____’s boyfriend?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“No sweetie.&amp;#160; Your uncle doesn’t have a boyfriend, just a girlfriend.” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;After being bombarded with more questions at the table with her uncle and his friend directly in front of us, I whispered, “Shhhh, I will tell you what a girlfriend &amp;amp; boyfriend is later tonight.”&amp;#160; I was totally wanting to postpone this conversation until she was 18 years old!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“Please stop spitting your gum in my hand, please put it in the trash.&amp;#160; And please stop trying to put it my hair.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“Please take the rock out of your mouth.&amp;#160; We don’t eat rocks!!&amp;#160; They hurt your teeth and you could choke on it.” (Do I really need to explain why we don’t eat rocks? seriously).&amp;#160; Just the thought still makes me laugh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“Stop biting my shirt.&amp;#160; We don’t eat clothes.”&amp;#160; Once again, I am amazed that I have to tell them this… boys are so different from girls!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“I think that it’s awesome that you want to clean up the dog poo, but please use a poo bag or the shovel.&amp;#160; DON’T pick it up with your hands.”&amp;#160; This was my husband… just kidding.&amp;#160; LOL.&amp;#160; He’s going to kill me for that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“Please don’t lick the spoon that we use to stir the dog food.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“This is going to hurt me more than it will you.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;“Please stop touching your man-parts.” (I thought that I would have to say that when he was 12 years old, but not 2 years old).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Now that the kids are older, I have many new “&lt;em&gt;Never Sayings”.&amp;#160; &lt;/em&gt;So I just may have to have a sequel to this post in the future.&amp;#160; That is, IF your stomachs can handle it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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Today has been very full time.&amp;#160; Each time they even see me glance at my laptop, I receive a hundred different requests for games, quality time, help to clean up messes (some I believe were made on purpose… Evan enjoys cleaning up), food, drinks, entertainment, and silly information.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;On a different note, Lauren exclaimed that she will NEVER eat meat again.&amp;#160; So our four year old vegetarian will be sadly disappointed to find out that I set out chicken for dinner.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Needless to say it has been an interesting day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Through all the chaos, today I have been working diligently at trying to install, upload, download and pave the way so that I may make the BIG change. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Hopefully soon I will have the &lt;a href="http://www.amoxiemom.com"&gt;www.amoxiemom.com&lt;/a&gt; site up and running.&amp;#160; I will keep everyone posted about the change when &amp;amp; if it happens.&amp;#160; My fingers are crossed and I really hope that I don’t loose any information, photos, tags, or posts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Skvg1Lt4kII/AAAAAAAAAcY/talH-vJJpOk/s1600-h/recycled_keyboard_viper%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="recycled_keyboard_viper" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="374" alt="recycled_keyboard_viper" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Skvg2JsA45I/AAAAAAAAAcc/SZY2csJICgg/recycled_keyboard_viper_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="487" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;However, due to my lack of patience… I may end up creating a work of art from the remaining pieces of my laptop after I destroy it.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;There’s always a bright side.&amp;#160; :-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-3206743603563929236?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3206743603563929236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=3206743603563929236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3206743603563929236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3206743603563929236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-for-change.html' title='Time for Change'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Skvg2JsA45I/AAAAAAAAAcc/SZY2csJICgg/s72-c/recycled_keyboard_viper_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-2665359547580877366</id><published>2009-07-01T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T06:00:33.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WorkOut Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>WorkOut Wednesday #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;It usually isn’t until Wednesday rolls around that I realize just how fast time travels and that all the things that I wanted to do throughout the week… well I just didn’t find the time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I guess you could say that Wednesdays are my new Mondays. UGH!&amp;#160; I have less than three weeks to accomplish my goal.&amp;#160; (I get to take a vacation in 16 days.&amp;#160; Yeah!&amp;#160; But I have to get into a bathing suit.&amp;#160; Just the thought makes me sweat).&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I have been walking/ running with my dogs much more often than I was previously and exercising at home this last week.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I am so very thankful for the support from everyone regarding this 12 (very extended) week challenge.&amp;#160; Due to my post last week, I received a few emails from sweet peeps that informed me about the 30 Day Shred DVD.&amp;#160; It sounds like an intense 20 minute workout.&amp;#160; I am a big fan of that!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I am heading to the store and will hopefully begin the new DVD this morning.&amp;#160; I will keep you posted.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-2665359547580877366?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2665359547580877366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=2665359547580877366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2665359547580877366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2665359547580877366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/07/workout-wednesday-9.html' title='WorkOut Wednesday #9'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-8320873223552807991</id><published>2009-06-30T23:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:16:13.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests and Giveaways'/><title type='text'>Vans Giveaway Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have unfortunately been away from a computer for TOO long.&amp;#160; So I am excited for my first returning post to be announcing the winner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(drum roll)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the winning entry goes to:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SkrjC_1qSaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/OGlBINOKWU0/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="168" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SkrjDHNxglI/AAAAAAAAAb0/MQnk4utT-nw/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank you to everyone that entered.&amp;#160; This giveaway has been a lot of fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Suz, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Please send an email to amoxiemom at yahoo dot com so that I may get your prize to you.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Congrats!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-8320873223552807991?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8320873223552807991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=8320873223552807991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8320873223552807991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8320873223552807991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/vans-giveaway-winner.html' title='Vans Giveaway Winner'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SkrjDHNxglI/AAAAAAAAAb0/MQnk4utT-nw/s72-c/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-173628804464748775</id><published>2009-06-24T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:27:01.104-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WorkOut Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>WorkOut Wednesdays #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Okay, I am humbly asking for forgiveness… I could use a million excuses.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;1. I was overwhelmed with LIFE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;2. I love unhealthy foods way too much&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;3.&amp;#160; I have no self control when it comes to sugar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;But what it all boils down to is that I slacked so bad on my 12 Week Challenge.&amp;#160; So bad that I in fact, have taken a 12 Week Hiatus from the 12 Week Challenge.&amp;#160; I could have the body of a sculpted model right now if I had stuck to it, but no I didn’t.&amp;#160; So here I go again.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;You see I didn’t give up.&amp;#160; I just took a break.&amp;#160; I did continue to watch what I was eating but I stopped working out.&amp;#160; I am jumping back on the train, where I left off and I plan on going full force for the next 5 Weeks to get back my body. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I cut out almost all carbs… I let myself have one free day but I ate a high protein diet, eating five times a day and watching calories VERY closely.&amp;#160; I lost 8 pounds just by changing my diet.&amp;#160; However, now it is time to start doing cardio, because I have reached the point where I have lost enough weight where I can see the muscles, it just looks like my body has “hail damage”.&amp;#160; (The cellulite has been pushed to the surface by the muscle underneath and is being SHOWN OFF.&amp;#160; It’s gross).&amp;#160; I am not a fan of that word… cellulite. Blah.&amp;#160; This in-between stage is the worst… at least for my body/skin type.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;So this is where I have to step it up and begin (drum roll) my cardio workout EVERYDAY.&amp;#160; To motivate myself I did a little background:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Cardiovascular fitness refers to the ability of your heart, lungs and organs to consume, transport and utilize oxygen.&amp;#160; When you exercise regularly, you can increase your cardiovascular fitness as your heart becomes more efficient at pumping blood and oxygen to the body, and the body becomes more efficient at using the oxygen. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;When we mention cardio fitness we are referring to the body’s ability to generate energy through the circulation of blood and oxygen, this is often referred to as the circulatory system. For a person to improve their cardiovascular health they would have to strengthen the heart and increase endurance. Just like any other muscle in the body the heart can be made stronger by exercise and conditioning. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;The general formula implemented when trying to decipher one’s optimal heart rate while performing cardio exercise is to subtract your age from 220. If you are 28 then you would simply subtract 28 from 220 to get 192. Your optimal heart beat range would be 60% to 80% of 192 or 115 to 153 beats per minute. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;While a cardio fitness regime strengthens one’s heart, its benefits affect the entire body physically as well as mentally due to the increased blood flow to the body’s brain. When you exercise regularly there is also an increase in the number of red blood cells which the body uses to transport oxygen throughout the body. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Now I have come to the conclusion that &lt;em&gt;I hate Cardio.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; I’m sorry I don’t even like the word hate.&amp;#160; It unnerves me, but seriously I do NOT understand people that look forward to this.&amp;#160; If my parent’s only knew this when I was a teenager, they could have used this as punishment instead of grounding.&amp;#160; I would much rather be grounded &amp;amp; told to stay in my room and read a book then get your booty up &amp;amp; go work out.&amp;#160; I guess I can Thank God for small favors. :-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;All that pessimism aside, I am looking forward to reaching my goal and I only have 5 more pounds to go and one more pant size to lose.&amp;#160; I’m almost there and I have faith that I will accomplish this goal in the next five weeks. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:d624ec42-e5e5-4e2d-943a-098b3f21b884" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/working+out" rel="tag"&gt;working out&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/losing+weight" rel="tag"&gt;losing weight&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/12+week+challenge" rel="tag"&gt;12 week challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-173628804464748775?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/173628804464748775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=173628804464748775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/173628804464748775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/173628804464748775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/workout-wednesdays-8.html' title='WorkOut Wednesdays #8'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-7449369231433892886</id><published>2009-06-18T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:36:23.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests and Giveaways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>Vans Custom Shoe Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Last night I played around on the &lt;a href="www.vans.com"&gt;Vans&lt;/a&gt; website, &lt;a href="http://www.vans.com"&gt;www.vans.com&lt;/a&gt; designing some custom shoes for my son.&amp;#160; He loves light weight, slip-on shoes and for this hot summer weather, Vans are perfect.&amp;#160; He had just outgrown his last pair and we tried to buy some that were similar from a different store and needless to say… it didn’t work.&amp;#160; I have to admit, he comes by this honestly.&amp;#160; His dad is also a shoe FANATIC.&amp;#160; Although, I do think that Evan, my son, is far more particular about his shoes than Corey.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Well after talking about Evan’s new shoes, Lauren was intrigued and wanted to design her own pair of shoes.&amp;#160; She had such a blast.&amp;#160; I bet you can’t guess her favorite color. :-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Choice #1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjnShOuwEyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mWIg40FWgro/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="325" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjnShd_CTEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/fm2CIRRxi3s/image_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;She has it narrowed down to three pairs that she likes, but said that she would like some help.&amp;#160; So I asked her if she wanted to help me host a contest and we could let other people pick which pair that they liked.&amp;#160; To this proposition, she started jumping up &amp;amp; down and clapping her hands, screaming, and the wild excitement ended with twirls.&amp;#160; (I think that she likes the idea).&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Choice #2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjnSh_jLKLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/f4OQ6WsB7mk/s1600-h/image%5B11%5D.png"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" color="#7f7f7f" size="3"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="344" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjnSiPjnjkI/AAAAAAAAAbk/hd1KuT_uhZg/image_thumb%5B16%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="507" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;So please take a look at the three pairs of shoes that she created and leave a comment telling us which you like best.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Choice #3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjnSiZ-Ua8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/i6Sa7wzpbCo/s1600-h/image%5B24%5D.png"&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" color="#7f7f7f" size="3"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="342" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjnSisf9MkI/AAAAAAAAAbs/bEKirXvhwFE/image_thumb%5B28%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="509" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;But you guessed it, the fun doesn’t end here.&amp;#160; Lauren &amp;amp; I are also hosting a fun contest for a free pair of Vans Custom Shoes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;It only takes seconds to pick your colors and begin designing.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;To enter go to Van’s website, design your own pair take a screenshot, or just tell us which you liked best.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Post your screenshot and blog about the Vans experience&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Blog about this giveaway&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Twitter about the giveaway&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;and as always, Follow this blog.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Happy Shopping.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vans.com"&gt;www.vans.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;select &lt;em&gt;Shop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Select &lt;em&gt;custom &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;and begin…. it really is THAT simple.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;This contest will end June 26, 2009 at midnight.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:03581b5a-2279-49d5-89b9-36d74e27a9c0" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/vans+custom+shoes" rel="tag"&gt;vans custom shoes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/giveaway" rel="tag"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/contests" rel="tag"&gt;contests&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/free" rel="tag"&gt;free&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/shoes" rel="tag"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ,    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-7449369231433892886?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7449369231433892886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=7449369231433892886' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7449369231433892886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7449369231433892886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/vans-custom-shoe-giveaway.html' title='Vans Custom Shoe Giveaway'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjnShd_CTEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/fm2CIRRxi3s/s72-c/image_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-2626522484474244903</id><published>2009-06-17T16:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:17:24.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Out WITH the Kids: part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;PART I: WAITING&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;We often go out to eat and we almost always take our little ones with us.&amp;#160; With Corey’s work schedule it is very difficult if not impossible to have an early dinner, however we do try because on those occasions that we are out past our kids bedtime they inevitably get a second wind and are recharged to the max.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;At that point they have no control of the words coming out of their mouths (the filter between their brain and their mouth has already shut down and is sleeping quite soundly).&amp;#160; Their energy levels have sky rocketed and they can NOT under any circumstances stop moving or even slow down because this may mean that they will fall asleep in a public place and possibly miss something.&amp;#160; So they are literally bouncing off the walls or just flat out climbing them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;So here I am “Miss I want to do everything right” torn because I don’t want to get on to them too much since it is OUR fault that they are up so late.&amp;#160; However, they should know to use their manners in all situations, no matter what distress their bodies are under… tired, hungry, hurt, or just having a bad day.&amp;#160; (I really wish some adults could learn this too). :-)&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;But then it’s all about perspective right, so I could look at it from the angle that I am setting them up for success, teaching them to use their manners in tough situations and pressing their limits.&amp;#160; Life is a Baby Boot Camp.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Then there are those times that I am too exhausted myself to be Sergeant Mom and I let them just be wild &amp;amp; have fun.&amp;#160; Once again, it isn’t their fault that they are up so late and if the kids &amp;amp; I did eat earlier and go to bed on time then they wouldn’t get to ever see their dad.&amp;#160; So we go out.&amp;#160; After all, it is much more important to me that my kids have a relationship with their dad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Of course, during the nights that they are absolutely insane I am begging my husband to change his work hours knowing that this will hurt our income.&amp;#160; I have no problem downsizing and moving to a smaller home… once they start school this will probably have to happen anyway if Corey wants to spend time with them.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; For now I believe that he is absolutely enjoying the way it is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Corey loves the outlandish, sometimes rude, things that the kids pick up and repeat.&amp;#160; It’s not just him.&amp;#160; They make me laugh too, but I would find it a LOT funnier if it was coming from another child’s mouth and not my kiddos.&amp;#160; Just the thought of our little angels saying some of these things will make him giggle to no end.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Here a few examples to that I am referring would be from one particular night… yes all of this happened… and yes it all happened in the same night.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;While we were waiting for our table of 10,&amp;#160; (Like I said we go out with our family… it isn’t just the four of us and they have many cousins around their age). The kids wanted to pretend that they were monkeys, so they were literally climbing on us and once they reached the top we would get showered with kisses.&amp;#160; (Ok, what parent is going to turn that game down).&amp;#160; Then someone gave them balloons, which somehow magically became swords, so sword fights between the three kids and well Corey too broke out.&amp;#160; It wasn’t long before the sword fighting was old news, not to mention that we were probably detouring more patrons from walking into the restaurant.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;As if I needed further embarrassment, Lauren was tapping on my body playing her own version of the game “Meany, Miney, Mo” by tapping on my chest going from one boob to the other, Then she changed the words to “Boogie, Boogie, Booby”, which made her laugh hysterically.&amp;#160; Normally we have a huge LIST of words that we DO NOT SAY and well booby is on that big bad list, but this night it became obvious that I needed to pick &amp;amp; choose my battles.&amp;#160; So I flipped her around on my lap and crossed her arms across her chest (as if she was in a straight jacket)&amp;#160; &amp;amp; started my own game of “Free Yourself”… I WON.&amp;#160; This game lasted until it was time to be seated.&amp;#160; Yes you read correctly, we still were waiting for a table.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I think the hostess was at her wits end when she was picking up menus for us and began to show us to our table when Evan exclaimed at the top of his lungs, “LOOK OUT DAD, SHE’S BACKING UP”.&amp;#160; Laughter erupted around us and my face was flushed with embarrassment as I explained to her that it was a line from a movie (one that Corey repeats often).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;(To be continued…)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-2626522484474244903?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2626522484474244903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=2626522484474244903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2626522484474244903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2626522484474244903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-out-with-kids-part-1.html' title='A Night Out WITH the Kids: part 1'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-6194509685309742459</id><published>2009-06-15T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:25:45.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>A Peak Into A Child’s Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;This video makes me laugh so hard.&amp;#160; Mostly because I have a little nephew that is so intelligent and inquisitive, and his little brain doesn’t take breaks for breaths.&amp;#160; He sounds so much like Mrs. Lewis’ son, Desmond, that I can’t stop laughing.&amp;#160; I absolutely love every chance that I get to watch Jett, because I just sit back and enjoy his constant thought processes.&amp;#160; He cracks me up with the way that he comes up with different solutions to problems and most of the time, his solutions are better than those that some adults can offer.&amp;#160; So enjoy the video and welcome to peak at our world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:76de933b-4599-4167-b06e-ef9ac1f0bf6b" style="padding-right: 0px; display: block; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; width: 459px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="10343531-4bb9-4790-974d-be340a99abc9" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; 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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-6194509685309742459?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6194509685309742459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=6194509685309742459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6194509685309742459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6194509685309742459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/peak-into-childs-mind.html' title='A Peak Into A Child’s Mind'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjlDOBH6uqI/AAAAAAAAAbU/o6j4h9OGOfU/s72-c/video42dc222be322%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1685617893885047163</id><published>2009-06-12T11:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:44:01.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><title type='text'>The Tunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjKDO9jrkyI/AAAAAAAAAaw/GzDSdVNETUU/s1600-h/IMG_8832%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_8832" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="339" alt="IMG_8832" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjKDPawQi7I/AAAAAAAAAa0/GZbk-vRqCqY/IMG_8832_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;There are many things that I love about where we live.&amp;#160; One of my favorite things is the drive home.&amp;#160; As I get closer to my house I have to drive through this tunnel of trees and it melts my heart every time.&amp;#160; It is so inviting, and it completely warms my soul.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;I realize that many things in life are relational, and this instance may be one of those moments.&amp;#160; Almost 16 years, I visited &lt;a href="http://www.oakalleyplantation.com/"&gt;Oak Alley Plantation&lt;/a&gt; with my dad and youngest sister.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjKDPil7dlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/GPrpHJWUbK8/s1600-h/Oak%20Alley%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Oak Alley" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="216" alt="Oak Alley" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjKDP1WpWAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gdpOeSpWD4Y/Oak%20Alley_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="462" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;The beautiful view towards the river is filled with so much history.&amp;#160; I couldn’t help but think of all the events that these trees witnessed.&amp;#160; It was breathtaking.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjKDQMYVBxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Gi2uDLsHqNE/s1600-h/Oak%20Alley%20Plantation%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Oak Alley Plantation" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="223" alt="Oak Alley Plantation" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjKDQd4iHII/AAAAAAAAAbE/Zok6CiRMYaw/Oak%20Alley%20Plantation_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="488" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;It is so quiet and peaceful here.&amp;#160; We enjoyed a night in one of the cottages and at that moment this place became my “getaway”.&amp;#160; This vacation with my dad was the perfect remedy to a broken heart and I learned so many things and made so many wonderful lifelong friends.&amp;#160; The relationship that I was in was a bad one, the guy was rude, he believed money was the measure of a man, and judged people according to their financial successes… needless to say, he was an idiot.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;It honestly took getting away and stepping back to realize that no matter how good I was to him, that he would always be demeaning and disrespectful.&amp;#160; (I thought that would change if he was just shown enough love).&amp;#160; Once I stepped back I could see that he was always going to treat those he loved in that manner and that was just who he was.&amp;#160; It was sad.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;However, I am so thankful for the experience because it has helped me appreciate those people that are loving and that do treat others with love and respect.&amp;#160; Due to that relationship I will never take my good friendships for granted.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Now today whenever I see this tunnel of trees, I can’t help but think of new beginnings and happiness.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;My sister found other reasons to appreciate the amazing grounds.&amp;#160; She is a huge movie fanatic!&amp;#160; She was more than thrilled to be staying in the location where they filmed &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interview_with_the_Vampire"&gt;Interview With The Vampire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjKDQsvZDJI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wJ46HUJAo40/s1600-h/Interview%20with%20the%20Vampire%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Interview with the Vampire" style="border-right: 0px; 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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1685617893885047163?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1685617893885047163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1685617893885047163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1685617893885047163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1685617893885047163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/tunnel.html' title='The Tunnel'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjKDPawQi7I/AAAAAAAAAa0/GZbk-vRqCqY/s72-c/IMG_8832_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1675343911794050476</id><published>2009-06-11T13:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:19:51.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Just A Game… What if?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Just for fun I am going to play the &lt;em&gt;What if&lt;/em&gt; game with you today?&amp;#160; If you’d like you can answer all the questions, or you can pick &amp;amp; choose.&amp;#160; It’s a game without rules meant for your enjoyment.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;1.&amp;#160; &lt;em&gt;If you had to lose one of your five senses, which would you give up?&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;After living with Corey, I would say smell.&amp;#160; Just kidding baby.&amp;#160; I am definitely in a teasing mood today.&amp;#160; He smells awesome (that’s why we had TWO kids so quickly after we got married).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.&amp;#160; If you were stranded on a tropical island with one platonic friend only, in whose company would you want to spend the rest of your days?&amp;#160; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Now this one is HARD.&amp;#160; I would probably pick one of my many sisters, I have three sisters and three sister-in-laws and I adore them all.&amp;#160; I would pick the one that I laugh with the most &amp;amp; who loves to have fun.&amp;#160; (They all fit that description).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.&amp;#160; If you could have chosen your own first name, other than your current one, what would it be?&amp;#160; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;This question was super easy for me.&amp;#160; My name would be Sarah.&amp;#160; I ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS loved that name when I was a kid.&amp;#160; I had three baby dolls named Sarah (they did have different middle names), and I begged my mom to change my name when I was 9 and the song “Sarah” began playing on the radio.&amp;#160; (I was a goofball, even at a young age).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.&amp;#160; If you back on that tropic island and only allowed to have ONE book with you, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Yikes, I can’t even answer my own questions.&amp;#160; After MUCH thought, I would have to say the BIBLE.&amp;#160; It has it all, drama, teachings for spiritual and emotional growth, instructions for financial endeavors, romance &amp;amp; love stories.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.&amp;#160; &lt;font face="Lucida Fax"&gt;If you could instantly be fluent in one other language that you currently do not speak (or read), what would it be?&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" color="#ff0000"&gt;This answer would all depend on what tropical island that I landed on.&amp;#160; I’m sorry I just can’t get the image of palm trees out of my head.&amp;#160; I am ready for a vacation.&amp;#160; :-)&amp;#160; Seriously, I would like to fluently speak Spanish.&amp;#160; I do think that it is a beautiful language.&amp;#160; (I had a crush on Zorro as a young girl).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjFSJu0ew4I/AAAAAAAAAak/EGdt4PXVY_k/s1600-h/image%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="437" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjFSKKQJyNI/AAAAAAAAAao/xisOZz0Uti4/image_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Ok, not this Zorro but the REAL Zorro.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; However, this one wasn’t bad either.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="398" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjFSKr-TnZI/AAAAAAAAAas/7IqRV0nnBLI/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Fax" size="3"&gt;Now can you blame me?&amp;#160; Look at him go, he’s off to the rescue.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:cc4ee636-e50b-4c64-b997-fd01b4f96cec" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Games" rel="tag"&gt;Games&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/What+If" rel="tag"&gt;What If&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Funny" rel="tag"&gt;Funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1675343911794050476?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1675343911794050476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1675343911794050476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1675343911794050476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1675343911794050476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-game-what-if.html' title='Just A Game… What if?'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SjFSKKQJyNI/AAAAAAAAAao/xisOZz0Uti4/s72-c/image_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-7811612409857298783</id><published>2009-06-09T16:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:10:24.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><title type='text'>How can I say No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Si7OHqspo8I/AAAAAAAAAaU/0JaBcYUrEC4/s1600-h/IMG_7730%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7730" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="315" alt="IMG_7730" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Si7OIHburgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xNC_AIA6ccw/IMG_7730_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="463" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What honey, you want the steak that I just grilled for our dinner?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OF COURSE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:f810258a-f062-4457-afae-1f7c10ece257" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Boxer" rel="tag"&gt;Boxer&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Puppy" rel="tag"&gt;Puppy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Photography" rel="tag"&gt;Photography&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Irresistable" rel="tag"&gt;Irresistable&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Love" rel="tag"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Puppy+Love" rel="tag"&gt;Puppy Love&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Lucy" rel="tag"&gt;Lucy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-7811612409857298783?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7811612409857298783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=7811612409857298783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7811612409857298783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7811612409857298783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-can-i-say-no.html' title='How can I say No?'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Si7OIHburgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/xNC_AIA6ccw/s72-c/IMG_7730_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1657792948831832873</id><published>2009-06-04T16:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:48:37.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corey'/><title type='text'>Watch out!  She just might explode.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So often you meet those people that seem to have it all together.&amp;#160; They appear to have the perfect marriage, the perfect kids, the perfect well… everything.&amp;#160; For me, it’s those people that I second guess the most… I mean seriously if someone is trying that desperately to cover up the imperfections then I can’t help but wonder how bad it really is.&amp;#160; My heart goes out to them and I want to comfort them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then there is the other extreme, just throwing out all your dirty laundry for all to see.&amp;#160; While that can cause some complications on its own, I can only imagine that it would be therapeutic. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My husband is the first type and I used to be more of the second type.&amp;#160; However after almost five years of marriage, I probably fall in the middle.&amp;#160; I don’t blog about my marriage unless it is good and paints him as a saint, but all the rest is out there for all to read.&amp;#160; Out of respect to him, those are the boundaries that I have chosen.&amp;#160; I am not trying to be misleading, but there are some things that should stay behind closed doors (good and bad)… so to speak.&amp;#160; I have had a few anonymous emails lately with questions regarding my relationship with Mr. Incredible, and I will answer all questions with these statements.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He is the man that I chose to marry, the one with who I want to spend my life!&amp;#160; I was very selective about this choice.&amp;#160; I dated, and searched for “Mr. Perfect for Me” for years.&amp;#160; I dated many amazing men, but it was only him that convinced me that he would be the husband I wanted, a good father to the children that I wanted to have, and a friend and partner for life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To sum up the answer to three other questions, yes, of course, there are days that I feel hurt and alone.&amp;#160; I also know there are days that I know that I get on his every nerve… I can tell by the way his eyes are rolling in the back of his head as I order salad instead of lasagna or pasta while trying to watch what I eat.&amp;#160; And of course, we get on each other’s nerves.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are times I think that he has driven me insane and times when I think that I’m about to drive him just as crazy.&amp;#160; It isn’t always “perfect” but it IS always real.&amp;#160; I would much rather have a REAL relationship with someone and know that they love me for me and know where things stand than a superficial one and always have to play a guessing game because my other half won’t tell me what is really going on with them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, at the end of the day, we love each other and wouldn’t want to live without each other.&amp;#160; I am not here to paint an unrealistic picture of my marriage.&amp;#160; Just like any other marriage ( I assume, this is the only time I’ve been married), it takes work on both parts to have a successful marriage.&amp;#160; Just like any relationship, friendship, or job, you have to invest time, energy, and thought into your marriage to strive for success.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Most importantly, for me, it takes a lot of prayer.&amp;#160; Prayer that I make the right choices, that I am doing what I am supposed to be doing to be a good wife (after all it is my actions that I am responsible for…&amp;#160; not his), and prayer for perspective… I pray that God will show me the perspective that he wants me to see.&amp;#160; When upset, I know that it is hard to see your spouse as a good &amp;amp; loving person, but when you ask that God reveal your spouse through his eyes then you are able to see them in a completely different light and sometimes it will remind you just why you fell inlove with them in the first place.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So the answer is, “Yes we do have a REAL marriage, with ups &amp;amp; downs, and I love him more today than I did the day that I said “I do”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1657792948831832873?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1657792948831832873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1657792948831832873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1657792948831832873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1657792948831832873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/watch-out-she-just-might-explode.html' title='Watch out!  She just might explode.'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-5000776934798476465</id><published>2009-06-04T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:00:01.321-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Thanks A LOT Eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SicBMshClYI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sxCE5U8VwAs/s1600-h/bad%20hair%20day%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="bad hair day" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="386" alt="bad hair day" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SicBM1ubURI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JqTu96GIs6I/bad%20hair%20day_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt; Anytime I think that I have a case of bed head, I simply remind myself that most things in life are relative and I take a look at this photo and I feel absolutely sexy.&amp;#160; Now you’re going to tell me that I shouldn’t be comparing myself to an alpaca.&amp;#160; Hey, if it makes you feel better compare yourself to whatever you want.&amp;#160; You have my permission.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I guess the REAL question is, “Do I have to get dressed today?”&amp;#160; This is definitely one of those mornings… okay I admit it is well past morning… days that I would love to not get dressed and just clean house &amp;amp; work from home in my PJs.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BUT, since I have to take the kids to soccer practice I must get dressed and I’m sure the other parent’s would appreciate it, if I took a shower also. Afterall, it IS that time of the week.&amp;#160; (just kidding… well kind of).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:e12c5326-0966-4d3b-a9c9-289fd774aa49" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/FUNNY" rel="tag"&gt;FUNNY&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Jokes" rel="tag"&gt;Jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-5000776934798476465?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5000776934798476465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=5000776934798476465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5000776934798476465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5000776934798476465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-lot-eve.html' title='Thanks A LOT Eve!'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SicBM1ubURI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JqTu96GIs6I/s72-c/bad%20hair%20day_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-5749458385625428235</id><published>2009-06-03T17:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:51:59.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Good Sportsmanship at its finest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A must read for Grandparents.    &lt;br /&gt;(Those who aren't will love it, too.)     &lt;br /&gt;At one point during a game, the coach called one of his 9-year-old baseball players aside and asked, 'Do you understand what cooperation is? What a team is?'     &lt;br /&gt;The little boy nodded in the affirmative.     &lt;br /&gt;'Do you understand that what matters is whether we win or lose together as a team?'     &lt;br /&gt;The little boy nodded 'yes'.     &lt;br /&gt;'So,' the coach continued, 'I'm sure you know, when an out is called, you shouldn't argue, curse, attack the umpire, or call him a pecker-head. Do you understand all that?'     &lt;br /&gt;The little boy nodded 'yes' again.     &lt;br /&gt;He continued, 'And when I take you out of the game so another boy gets a chance to play, it's not good sportsmanship to call your coach 'a dumb ass' is it?'     &lt;br /&gt;The little boy shook his head 'NO'.     &lt;br /&gt;'GOOD', said the coach.     &lt;br /&gt;'Now go over there and explain all that to your grandmother.'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PLEASE NOTE: Our kids do NOT have grandparents that would EVER EVER behave like this… in public.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ADDITIONAL NOTE: Their grandmothers would NEVER behave like this at any time, in any place.&amp;#160; My kids were very fortunate to be blessed with wonderful grandmothers and grandfathers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have seen this joke three times and it still makes me laugh every time.&amp;#160; Probably because when I think of a grandmother I visualize my own grandmother who is an amazing woman with a lot of class.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:535502cd-efe4-43ea-b825-8c5f5f19c74d" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/jokes" rel="tag"&gt;jokes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-5749458385625428235?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5749458385625428235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=5749458385625428235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5749458385625428235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5749458385625428235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-sportsmanship-at-its-finest.html' title='Good Sportsmanship at its finest'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-8401392019326603860</id><published>2009-06-03T17:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:53:18.463-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests and Giveaways'/><title type='text'>Book Giveaway #2 Winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s that time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Time for me to visit a post office near me to deliver a book to….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ANITA DODSON who said:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would love to read more about God's design for women. I hope I win this book.        &lt;br /&gt;Anita D.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;May 27, 2009 12:28 PM&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I used Random.org to pick the lucky winner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sib8QmVsNuI/AAAAAAAAAaE/BMFwsy1OJWI/s1600-h/image%5B6%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="384" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sib8RKEremI/AAAAAAAAAaI/WPwBunckiu8/image_thumb%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="462" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-8401392019326603860?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8401392019326603860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=8401392019326603860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8401392019326603860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8401392019326603860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-giveaway-2-winner.html' title='Book Giveaway #2 Winner'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sib8RKEremI/AAAAAAAAAaI/WPwBunckiu8/s72-c/image_thumb%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-5150796385355029416</id><published>2009-05-28T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:00:01.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Just one question…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/ShzHa_CutBI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/SiIqyGJJD98/s1600-h/Child%20Angel%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Child Angel" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="344" alt="Child Angel" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/ShzHbBP11oI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iP4HJEUrUCI/Child%20Angel_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="487" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A girl went to her friends house and she ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;She wasn't afraid because it was a small COMMUNITY and she lived      &lt;br /&gt; only a few blocks away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;As she walked along under the bike trail Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;When she reached the alley, which was a shortcut to her house, she decided to take it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The&amp;#160; officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was      &lt;br /&gt; anything they could do for her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;She asked if they would ask the man one question.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;When the policeman asked him, he answered, 'Because she wasn't      &lt;br /&gt; alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;She had two tall men walking on either side of her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're not alone.      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-5150796385355029416?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5150796385355029416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=5150796385355029416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5150796385355029416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5150796385355029416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-one-question.html' title='Just one question…'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/ShzHbBP11oI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iP4HJEUrUCI/s72-c/Child%20Angel_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-2445565134266659832</id><published>2009-05-27T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:00:01.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Forwarded Email</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel like it has been FOREEEVVVVEEERRRRR since I have connected with the Internet.&amp;#160; I have missed you.&amp;#160; I have still been reading your posts via Google Reader on my phone even though I haven’t been faithfully leaving comments. My bad :-).&amp;#160; Please forgive me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today I received a forwarded email from a friend and thought that I would share it with you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/ShzAVkt6cEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/XfQsl-K-Luc/s1600-h/clip_image001%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image001" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="377" alt="clip_image001" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/ShzAV-NVlhI/AAAAAAAAAZw/sFVVr5UVV24/clip_image001_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="494" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;This explains why I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;,(We)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; forward jokes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A man and his dog were walking along a road.&amp;#160; The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years.&amp;#160; He wondered where the road was leading them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road.&amp;#160; It looked like fine marble.&amp;#160; At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;When he was&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.&amp;#160; He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as &lt;/b&gt;h&lt;b&gt;e got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Wow!&amp;#160; Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of course, sir.&amp;#160; Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'The man gestured, and the gate began to open.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'I'm sorry; sir, but we don't accept pets.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.      &lt;br /&gt;After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed.&amp;#160; There was no fence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Excuse me!' he called to the man.&amp;#160; 'Do you have any water?'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in..'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'There should be a bowl by the pump.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.      &lt;br /&gt;The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, and then he gave some to the dog.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'This is Heaven,' he answered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said.&amp;#160; 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?&amp;#160; Nope.&amp;#160; That's hell.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soooo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe this will explain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do?&amp;#160; You forward jokes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;guess what you get?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A forwarded joke.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-2445565134266659832?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2445565134266659832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=2445565134266659832' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2445565134266659832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2445565134266659832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/05/forwarded-email.html' title='Forwarded Email'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/ShzAV-NVlhI/AAAAAAAAAZw/sFVVr5UVV24/s72-c/clip_image001_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-3618167088923447676</id><published>2009-05-27T00:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:46:13.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Giveaway #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bradley Hand ITC" size="4"&gt; I probably shouldn’t have started the book giveaways with my favorite romance author.&amp;#160; It’s hard to describe another author and then have to say that the author isn’t as good as the first.&amp;#160; I just feel mean. :-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bradley Hand ITC" size="4"&gt;Well thankfully, in this case, I won’t have to say that.&amp;#160; While John &amp;amp; Staci Eldredge don’t write romance novels, their work will draw you in as if they did.&amp;#160; It has been quite awhile since I read this book, but it has left a lasting impression on me.&amp;#160; Most women that I talk to had quite a few “ah-HA” moments during this read.&amp;#160; I would also recommend this book to any man that has a daughter, wife, and/or mother.&amp;#160; I guess what I am trying to say is I think that EVERYONE should read this book.&amp;#160; I hope that you will enjoy it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/ShzTo791jpI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/XhfB2984GRk/s1600-h/captivating%20book%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font face="Bradley Hand ITC"&gt;&lt;img title="captivating book" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="367" alt="captivating book" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/ShzTpDzvwLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/l-wxWVvTfeU/captivating%20book_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bradley Hand ITC" size="4"&gt;There are five ways to enter this giveaway:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Bradley Hand ITC" size="4"&gt;Leave a comment telling me what your plans are for Father’s Day.&amp;#160; (This could be gifts for the fathers in your life or just how you plan to celebrate… if you will not be celebrating the holiday yourself then just leave a suggestion or an idea of ways to celebrate a father).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Bradley Hand ITC" size="4"&gt;Become a follower (and leave a second comment stating that you did so OR leave a second comment letting me know that you already are following this blog).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Bradley Hand ITC" size="4"&gt;Twitter about the giveaway (leave additional comment letting me know that you did so).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Bradley Hand ITC" size="4"&gt;Leave a Facebook link to this post (leave comment on this blog).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font face="Bradley Hand ITC" size="4"&gt;And of course post about the contest on your Blog (and of course please leave a comment here with a link to your blog).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bradley Hand ITC" size="4"&gt;This contest will end on Monday, June 1st at 9:00 pm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-3618167088923447676?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3618167088923447676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=3618167088923447676' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3618167088923447676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3618167088923447676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-giveaway-2.html' title='Book Giveaway #2'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/ShzTpDzvwLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/l-wxWVvTfeU/s72-c/captivating%20book_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-5144476852223467951</id><published>2009-05-15T11:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:21:22.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>Batter Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SMIvF2rI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xcEMAgMTDK4/s1600-h/IMG_7509%5B16%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7509" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="443" alt="IMG_7509" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SMl5Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAYg/0d3tgYhxdzw/IMG_7509_thumb%5B17%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I always knew that watching Evan’s first T-Ball practice would be an adventure, as usual.&amp;#160; But I had not prepared myself for the full hilarity of the event.&amp;#160; Fortunately, Evan gets to play T-Ball with his cousin Braxton (Brax is 6 weeks older than Evan).&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SNAlpjZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/p7nRNpDP_14/s1600-h/IMG_7507%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7507" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="359" alt="IMG_7507" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SNcOPGMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Zk-BDMTOm0Y/IMG_7507_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="446" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, I ONLY have pictures to share with you.&amp;#160; I really wish that I had video because in this case ONLY video can do the moment justice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SN7cexbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Xu-zUfRal3g/s1600-h/IMG_7506%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7506" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="314" alt="IMG_7506" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SOf2Sf4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/ZS-Y0g5SE0s/IMG_7506_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="461" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To give you an idea of the dynamics, I’ll begin by telling you this.&amp;#160; Braxton lives, loves, and breathes baseball.&amp;#160; He takes his baseball serious.&amp;#160; He watches baseball on television intently studying the players and copying their moves.&amp;#160; When he walks up to the T to bat, he picks up dirt in his hands rubs it together, circles the bat in the air, and winds up to hit.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then there’s Evan who has the energy of a horse right before the race.&amp;#160; He is stuck in the gate ready to be let loose.&amp;#160; He runs at the T with excitement and nearly pulls a “Happy Gilmore” at the ball that is placed up on the T.&amp;#160; He was the same way in the field.&amp;#160; I had to literally hold him back until the other players hit the ball then I would release him &amp;amp; let him tackle the ball &amp;amp; throw it to first base.&amp;#160; Instead of the horse hearing the sound of the gun to start the race, it was the sound of the bat hitting the leather ball that sent Evan running.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was pure torture for him when they had to take turns.&amp;#160; He would see &amp;amp; hear the ball being hit &amp;amp; his legs would run in place (again I had to hold him back).&amp;#160; He was READY.&amp;#160; He would then turn &amp;amp; look at me with a very serious face that I have seen his father make so often and say in a whispered voice, “Uh MOM, I can’t get the ball if you keep holding me like that”.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SOi7fiPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/5x5WzUSrE6M/s1600-h/IMG_7518%5B25%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7518" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="374" alt="IMG_7518" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SPDH-JQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/G_LEXdZRjEc/IMG_7518_thumb%5B23%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I would then have to explain, “You have to take turns”.&amp;#160; His three year old mind processed this and then he replied, “No.&amp;#160; They can just be faster”.&amp;#160; I so bad wanted to laugh, because I know if MY DAD heard this statement then he would be so proud.&amp;#160; If the characteristic of competitiveness is hereditary then Evan has no chance.&amp;#160; Both Corey &amp;amp; I are competitive and have competitive relatives for many generations.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Instead, I had to say again, take your turn.&amp;#160; I then started whispering in his ear what each child was doing and pointing out what movements were good and related that to him and how he could improve each time.&amp;#160; This helped tremendously.&amp;#160; He would stay close long enough to wait until it was his turn again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SPZAhQyI/AAAAAAAAAY8/S_K5DEo0Nlo/s1600-h/IMG_7541%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7541" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="321" alt="IMG_7541" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SPhcIovI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ef9Zpq4yfdM/IMG_7541_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="468" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Evan was so excited in this picture you can see him running up to the T &amp;amp; swinging even before he got into position.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SQOpe55I/AAAAAAAAAZE/JOVsDjJcDD4/s1600-h/IMG_7542%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7542" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="IMG_7542" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SQh_R7wI/AAAAAAAAAZI/R8imPDR3d6M/IMG_7542_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think that his coach was a little surprised that the wild swing actually connected.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SQ6Iz1oI/AAAAAAAAAZM/u4r7U-M7eQs/s1600-h/IMG_7556%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7556" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="318" alt="IMG_7556" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SRQwck_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uVJaLAUdRkM/IMG_7556_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="467" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After that I worked with him, helped him find his grip and step up to the plate…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SRsN6D2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/9uO6d1hR4eU/s1600-h/IMG_7565%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7565" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="323" alt="IMG_7565" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SSIln5sI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qDh1fXryp3U/IMG_7565_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="469" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He loved the distance he got, but then we wanted to hit left handed… again surprising his coach.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SSZ4nOgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/70ra9W0izQ0/s1600-h/IMG_7535%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7535" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; 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 &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2STELHVII/AAAAAAAAAZk/BoSzoXg2iaY/s1600-h/IMG_7519%5B22%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7519" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="386" alt="IMG_7519" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2STvf7xwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/xe-z4DgLSHc/IMG_7519_thumb%5B20%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To wrap up the practice, the coach had the kids run the bases and once again Evan’s excitement got the best of him.&amp;#160; He went from home base to second to first then to third base.&amp;#160; However, the second time around he ran with his teammates and did a WONDERFUL job.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He just turned three and wants to be SO big, but I really wish that I could slow down time just a bit because it is happening too fast for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-5144476852223467951?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5144476852223467951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=5144476852223467951' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5144476852223467951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/5144476852223467951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/05/batter-up.html' title='Batter Up'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sg2SMl5Sh5I/AAAAAAAAAYg/0d3tgYhxdzw/s72-c/IMG_7509_thumb%5B17%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-2131832485567373904</id><published>2009-05-12T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:14:33.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Faces – Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="98" src="http://www.livinglocurto.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/smallbutton.jpg" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I haven’t been able to participate in many of the &lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.blogspot.com/"&gt;I Heart Faces&lt;/a&gt; Weekly contests, but I have enjoyed viewing the amazing pictures that others have submitted.&amp;#160; This week, the theme at I Heart Faces is “Laughter” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you are a follower of this blog then you will have recently seen this photo already.&amp;#160; If you are from &lt;a href="http://iheartfaces.blogspot.com/2000/01/week-18-photo-challenge-kids-category.html"&gt;I Heart Faces&lt;/a&gt; then I hope that you enjoy the photo as much as we enjoyed taking it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;KIDS CATEGORY ENTRY:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sgn0r2akKuI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ixcXPoxBFNc/s1600-h/IMG_7232%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7232" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="329" alt="IMG_7232" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sgn0xpU1Q9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/mSi0jyJXndA/IMG_7232_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This picture will always make me smile because I can still hear her laughter bouncing off the walls at the airport.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ADULT CATEGORY ENTRY:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sgn0x-lFCWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/IYWVH1WEv6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0124%5B16%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0124" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="381" alt="IMG_0124" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sgn0yWW39VI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/rM-6pxNT0p0/IMG_0124_thumb%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now this picture is more for fun than anything.&amp;#160; This photo was taken with my camera phone but as you can tell it was a very fun time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:6526dfb7-8178-461a-9727-0d545792bed8" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/I+Heart+Faces" rel="tag"&gt;I Heart Faces&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Laughter" rel="tag"&gt;Laughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All photos are straight out of the camera (or phone).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-2131832485567373904?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2131832485567373904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=2131832485567373904' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2131832485567373904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2131832485567373904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-heart-faces-laughter.html' title='I Heart Faces – Laughter'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sgn0xpU1Q9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/mSi0jyJXndA/s72-c/IMG_7232_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-3304470997586770194</id><published>2009-05-12T16:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:30:21.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kudos'/><title type='text'>God is GOOD! (an update &amp; kudos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sgnqa6MjkmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EbZt5dsYUvw/s1600-h/IMG_0038%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_0038" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto 5px; border-right-width: 0px" height="276" alt="IMG_0038" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgnqbZxWQYI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jz9FlEizhRg/IMG_0038_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size="6"&gt;An Update:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just wanted to share with everyone that helped pray for health that the prayer was answered!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The doctor gave us a healthy report and now I am happy to give God the glory. I am so thankful that I can honestly say that I am speechless and sitting here with a perma-grin spanning from ear to ear. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Juice ITC" size="6"&gt;Bloggy Kudos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My marriage to my husband has brought me two beautiful children, two goofy puppies, and a lifetime with an amazing man. He has also introduced me to some great friends. This blogger is someone that he grew up with and I believe they even went to prom together. She is a wonderful mom and a beautiful lady. Her posts and her Lessons From God have definitely been encouraging during the last few weeks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lessonsfromgod.wordpress.com/2009/03/28/sample-title/"&gt;Apple Slices&lt;/a&gt;: So simple and Soooo True.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lessonsfromgod.wordpress.com/2009/05/12/everybody-poops/"&gt;Everybody Poops&lt;/a&gt;: What can I say... I married Corey.&amp;#160; All conversations with him lead to this topic at some point. It's not just me... all conversations with almost everyone. :-) He makes me laugh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lessonsfromgod.wordpress.com/2009/03/31/big-brother/"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/a&gt;: I love the reminder of innocence. if we could only bottle this up and encourage our children to drink it again when they are sixteen... or whenever that rebellious age may be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;These are just a few of her recent posts. I hope that you take the time to enjoy her blog. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:62e4d6f2-51d5-4995-b483-74ccea2dd988" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/God" rel="tag"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Faith" rel="tag"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Family" rel="tag"&gt;Family&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Bloggy+Kudos" rel="tag"&gt;Bloggy Kudos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-3304470997586770194?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3304470997586770194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=3304470997586770194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3304470997586770194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3304470997586770194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-is-good-update-kudos.html' title='God is GOOD! (an update &amp;amp; kudos)'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgnqbZxWQYI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jz9FlEizhRg/s72-c/IMG_0038_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1418831250339486476</id><published>2009-05-12T13:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:40:13.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><title type='text'>Praying hands are out again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgnAjrPyYgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/D0QhSevUWMY/s1600-h/praying-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335006952733958658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgnAjrPyYgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/D0QhSevUWMY/s400/praying-hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For those of you Internet friends that have been reading this blog for awhile then you will know what I'm referring to.  For all others, I will apologize about being vague, but either way prayer is prayer and God will know exactly where it is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a relative undergoing tests today and I am asking for prayer for HEALTH!  So please join me in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to ask for prayer for someone that commented last week.  I had to delete a post &amp;amp; her comment requesting prayer was deleted with it.   However, I wanted to tell Karenlizzy from LA that my kids &amp;amp; I have been praying for you &amp;amp; your family everyday.  We pray that your husband will find the job that he has been looking for and that you will know that it is from God.  By the way, I have to tell you that your name made me smile... I have two sisters that share your name; my sister, Lizzy and then my sister-in-law Karyn.  Karenlizzy, I do pray that everything begins to fall into place for your family again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1418831250339486476?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1418831250339486476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1418831250339486476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1418831250339486476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1418831250339486476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/05/praying-hands-are-out-again.html' title='Praying hands are out again!'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgnAjrPyYgI/AAAAAAAAAXs/D0QhSevUWMY/s72-c/praying-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-6787871553442849914</id><published>2009-05-07T06:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:30:00.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>Spoiled Rotten</title><content type='html'>As far as the title goes, it could possibly be referring to me, Lauren, or Lucy (the puppy).  Corey absolutely loves to surprise people and he has swept me off my feet on many occasions by his amazing surprises.  I posted about finding Lucy online a month ago, but buying her wasn't an option.  Corey tried to tell me that he wasn't a dog person and that he already let me have one and that was enough.  (Little did I know that this is what he really had up his sleeve.  He's so sneaky).  When he told me, I was so excited that I found myself jumping up &amp;amp; down and screamed or rather squealed like a school girl (then I had to remind myself that I just got the kids to sleep so I had to quietly celebrate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an extensive name discussion and even breaking out name books, Corey finally chose Lucy.  I like it... Luke (our other boxer) &amp;amp; Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited that I wanted to tell everyone at that moment, but I also wanted to wait so that I could share these pictures with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgIOmtgV6wI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_gbLtTtI9m8/s1600-h/IMG_7210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgIOmtgV6wI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_gbLtTtI9m8/s400/IMG_7210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332840966973156098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren &amp;amp; I decided while we were waiting at the airport for Lucy to arrive that this was definitely better than Christmas.  Lauren is a HUGE dog lover... the girl puts me to shame, and I thought that I had a bad case of puppy love.  We can barely contain ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgIQCyPEsuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Kgk-UlG_CI8/s1600-h/IMG_7216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgIQCyPEsuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Kgk-UlG_CI8/s400/IMG_7216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332842548790866658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has arrived.   After two flights and a long morning in airports, Lucy was happy to be in Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgIO_C_zH1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/LIBI9iV3pBk/s1600-h/IMG_7212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgIO_C_zH1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/LIBI9iV3pBk/s400/IMG_7212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332841385059098450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for Lucy to get checked in was asking a lot of Lauren but she was amazingly patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgIQDM1EVwI/AAAAAAAAAW0/W6yJopdX12I/s1600-h/IMG_7220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgIQDM1EVwI/AAAAAAAAAW0/W6yJopdX12I/s400/IMG_7220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332842555929548546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren sighed a deep breath of relief and gave her a "forehead kiss"before she was even completely out of the crate.  We were all giggling and awwing her love for this little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgIPjQKxveI/AAAAAAAAAWk/RmbDIuMEA20/s1600-h/IMG_7232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgIPjQKxveI/AAAAAAAAAWk/RmbDIuMEA20/s400/IMG_7232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332842007070096866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, she didn't stop at forehead kisses.  There were lots of nose kisses, mouth kisses, cheek kisses and puppy kisses (No Lauren didn't lick the puppy, or at least I hope not... I can't make any promises).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgIQgTxWtgI/AAAAAAAAAW8/P9deyuqEge8/s1600-h/IMG_7233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgIQgTxWtgI/AAAAAAAAAW8/P9deyuqEge8/s400/IMG_7233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332843056009229826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was ecstatic!  I was not only happy that Lucy had arrived, but I was also very excited that Corey was able to surprise me &amp;amp; the kids at the airport on a Monday afternoon so that he could also be there when she arrived.  I was glad that he was able to share the moment with us. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgJgEYbzTSI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rjxH2nb-BIc/s1600-h/IMG_7229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgJgEYbzTSI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rjxH2nb-BIc/s400/IMG_7229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332930537154891042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan was so excited to hold her too.  He was smiling from ear to ear.  I honestly don't know if he remembers Luke being this small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgITACclodI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GKb8ZbewmvQ/s1600-h/IMG_7241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgITACclodI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GKb8ZbewmvQ/s400/IMG_7241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332845800137794002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got outside and the kids were buckled in the car (he had a hard time seperating both me &amp;amp; Lauren from Lucy), Corey was able to hold her.  However, because I was so excited I didn't change the ISO and the White Balance on my camera so all I have are these blinding shots of Corey holding Lucy.  If anyone has any recommendations of software to fix these photos, I am all ears.  I love the smile on Corey's face... this picture is all the proof I need that Corey really is a dog lover.  I love his sweet &amp;amp; tender heart and I love how Lucy is able to bring that out.  She has a way of making most people melt.  She is such a little sweetheart.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgITAb87qpI/AAAAAAAAAXM/-WWBdCSpgt4/s1600-h/IMG_7244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgITAb87qpI/AAAAAAAAAXM/-WWBdCSpgt4/s400/IMG_7244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332845806984342162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said the above picture is all the proof that I need, but then I have this picture and no these kisses were not intended for me.  They were for Lucy. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgITYfGQuSI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yJ-IsM1nr0Y/s1600-h/IMG_7252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgITYfGQuSI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yJ-IsM1nr0Y/s400/IMG_7252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332846220145637666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I have THIS picture.  He let her lick him.  I NEVER thought that I would ever see this willingly happen.  She has no idea what she has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgITYkW2l_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Xol09NhTzI4/s1600-h/IMG_7256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgITYkW2l_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Xol09NhTzI4/s400/IMG_7256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332846221557405682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I don't know who is melting my heart faster... this tender-hearted man or this sweet little snuggly puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you baby!  I am sure that you have an idea just how much we appreciate this wonderful surprise, but just in case you don't.... Thank you, thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or as Lauren would say, "That is a million &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Daddy Awards".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-6787871553442849914?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6787871553442849914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=6787871553442849914' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6787871553442849914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6787871553442849914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/05/spoiled-rotten.html' title='Spoiled Rotten'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SgIOmtgV6wI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_gbLtTtI9m8/s72-c/IMG_7210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1791947350740398267</id><published>2009-05-06T23:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:42:55.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corey'/><title type='text'>My apologies</title><content type='html'>If you are coming to this site via a link that is not working then I apologize.  I had to take down a few posts that were referring to a family health situation.  Although we are still requesting prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tried to be vague while requesting prayer to respect everyone's privacy but someone's privacy wasn't respected and the last thing that I want to do is to make a difficult situation more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revised post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a month ago, I was sitting back after a family gathering thinking to myself that I was one lucky individual. I absolutely love my family!! I even wrote about it on Facebook. (Yes, I am a dork like that. When I am happy I love to shout it from the rooftops or Facebook). I felt so lucky to have recovered from my cancer scare and just felt well... lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the last few weeks, my husband was injured and had to have surgery on his knee, and then another family member found out that they had liver cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, our world has been rocked. I have been praying and pleading for strength for both my self and my other family members 100s of times throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the liver cancer:&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning I felt strong and confident, and I was able to easily calm others and talk them through the process of what was happening to our relative. However, I can honestly admit that I need more information about "the process and the procedures" myself. Not understanding what is happening to their bodies and not knowing what to expect is creating a fear that I can't seem to fight off. I am amazed by the strength of our relative and am proud at the way they are fighting the cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone out there knows anything about liver cancer I would LOVE some information and advice. I would also love advice regarding diet... what foods are easiest to hold down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to God for taking care of Corey throughout his surgery and he has been healing really well. He is even going back to work tomorrow, just five days after his surgery. I am thankful that he feels good enough to do that. (Unless we are on vacation, he has a difficult time staying away from his office, and sometimes he has a tough time even during vacation not calling 10 times,. His business is his baby). So I know that even taking off a few days for his surgery was hard for him to do. He enjoys his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I haven't been posting as much because my mind has obviously been on these matters, I have been reading yours and have been pulling from your strength as you walk through and overcome different trials and have thoroughly enjoyed laughing at your posts because I can honestly say that I have NEEDED your humor more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These situations were the catalyst for the Bloggy Kudos post. I honestly don't think I could be walking through these sitautions without the strength, humor and reminders that God's hand is in this! So again, thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1791947350740398267?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1791947350740398267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1791947350740398267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1791947350740398267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1791947350740398267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1804740934801501743</id><published>2009-04-21T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:00:00.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests and Giveaways'/><title type='text'>We Have A Winner.... (Book Giveaway)</title><content type='html'>I used random.org's number generator to pick the winner for me and they chose NUMBER 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Deborah that left this comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm following your blog. asthenight at gmail dot com&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;April 16, 2009 4:06 PM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come one down.  You are the winning contestant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly hope that you enjoy the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1804740934801501743?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1804740934801501743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1804740934801501743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1804740934801501743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1804740934801501743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-have-winner-book-giveaway.html' title='We Have A Winner.... (Book Giveaway)'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-758287450461767298</id><published>2009-04-20T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:30:00.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests and Giveaways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Style-Shopping'/><title type='text'>Bedroom Makeover Giveaway</title><content type='html'>After surfing the internet, I came across this giveaway &amp;amp; couldn't pass up the opportunity to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember as a child flipping through store catalogs picking out the "child themed" bedroom that I wanted... I liked My Little Pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now years later I STILL do the same thing, I'm more into the contemporary theme these days... LOL, no more My Little Pony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is that as an adult I struggled with buying the "child themed" stuff for my kids.  I wanted to do their bedrooms in a more creative deco-style, but ultimately I gave in and let them choose the themes.   They are so lucky that I remember my childhood desires so vividly.  hehehe.  I will try to take pictures of their bedrooms soon to share with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identity Direct is having a bedroom makeover giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So click on the picture link below and enter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=133940.10000138&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img alt="Bedroom Blitz Competition" src="http://www.identitydirect.com/Banners/125x125_bedroomblitz.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=133940.10000138&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0" border="0" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-758287450461767298?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/758287450461767298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=758287450461767298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/758287450461767298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/758287450461767298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/04/bedroom-makeover-giveaway.html' title='Bedroom Makeover Giveaway'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-8704104127873808727</id><published>2009-04-20T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:44:30.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kudos'/><title type='text'>Bloggy Kudos</title><content type='html'>It wasn't long ago that I started blogging and I fell in love with it.  At the time I wasn't taking on any projects and I am a stay-at-home mom with limited adult contact outside of our family.  So in a sense I guess you could say that it was an outlet that I desperately needed.  I remember the moment when I received my first comment.  I thought... she is so funny.  Her comment made me laugh out loud.  Then I thought, who is she... do I know her.... then I asked Corey, do YOU know her... after a few weeks of her reading my blog &amp;amp; then me reading hers... I can honestly say that she was my first friend made over the internet.  A phrase that I thought I wouldn't ever say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, there have been days that I can say that I have felt so close to my "internet friends".  They are the ones that email &amp;amp; have checked up on our family during tough times and that have chosen to pray for us when we needed it most.  I really enjoy watching their kids reach different milestones and being there for them when they need it.  We bounce different ideas off each other, give each other support, and learn what works and what doesn't about technology, cooking, parenting, and well life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay before I get too mushy on everyone, I wanted to extend a BLOGGY KUDOS and let everyone that reads this blog know how very thankful I am for all of you for being a part of my life, and to tell those that leave comments how much I appreciate your thoughts.  Those comments always let me know that someone is out there &amp;amp; someone cares enough to take a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show how much I appreciate all of you I am going to "Pay it Forward" in a bloggy kind of way.  I am going to introduce &amp;amp; share other blogs that I have enjoyed reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today I came across this blog.  I always try to return the favor when someone leaves a comment and visit their blog and return the love.  Kel at &lt;a href="http://girlintheglasses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girl in the Glasses &lt;/a&gt;found my blog and I am SO glad that she did.  This girl cracks me up.  I am getting a new alarm system installed and the technician had to keep checking in on me to see if I was ok.  I love her mischievous &amp;amp; playful sense of humor... after all I can relate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of her posts to get a taste of her style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brought me back to the days of teen innocence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlintheglasses.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-you-rather-80s-edition-2-electric.html"&gt;Would you Rather: 80's Edition #2 Electric Boogaloo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you go to the bathroom before you read this one, otherwise you just might have an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlintheglasses.blogspot.com/2009/04/patron-saint-of-irritated-husbands.html"&gt;The Patron Saint of Irritated Husbands...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little Diddy reminds me so much of Lauren that it is scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlintheglasses.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-love-of-chickens.html"&gt;For the Love of Chickens...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the woman that comments regularly and started that "Feel Good Feeling" with her comments, Heidi from &lt;a href="http://heidisacredandprofane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sacred &amp;amp; Profane&lt;/a&gt; has a great blog that isn't the "typical family blog".  She has quite a few different memes and hosts contests to keep her readers involved.  She posts about her family, cooking, her faith, and her newest venture has been her seriously sacred and seriously profane posts.  She allows people to post their vents and/or the things that they appreciate, are thankful for, and hold sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read so many of her posts that I truly don't know where to start.  Her everyday wit makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few samples from her &lt;a href="http://heidisacredandprofane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't decide which one to pick so I picked her most recent post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heidisacredandprofane.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-are-rightly-correct.html"&gt;You are Rightly CORRECT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know that I need to get out more but this story had me rolling on the floor laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heidisacredandprofane.blogspot.com/2009/03/crikey-smote-again.html"&gt;CRIKEY! SMOTE AGAIN.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this post gives YOU the chance to vent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heidisacredandprofane.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously-profane.html"&gt;Seriously profane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't forget about her weekly &lt;a href="http://heidisacredandprofane.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-freebie_17.html"&gt;Friday Freebie's&lt;/a&gt; posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all enjoy these other blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again thank you for all your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-8704104127873808727?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8704104127873808727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=8704104127873808727' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8704104127873808727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8704104127873808727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/04/bloggy-kudos.html' title='Bloggy Kudos'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-8241735319391225665</id><published>2009-04-16T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:39:16.526-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests and Giveaways'/><title type='text'>Book Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYiT0Di_DI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xy0_nBuG4pQ/s1600-h/The+Lucky+One.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324981333198568498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYiT0Di_DI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xy0_nBuG4pQ/s400/The+Lucky+One.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An author that I really enjoy reading is Nicholas Sparks. His books have the tendency to draw me in and fall in love with the characters. I truly enjoy both the suspense and the romance that his books produce. So on that note, I am going to giveaway one of his books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard cover version of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Lucky One&lt;/span&gt;, that I will be giving away this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giveaway ends Monday night at midnight and I will announce the winner sometime next week. (Until the book project is completed I can't make promises on exact times &amp;amp; days that I will be able to blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have four ways to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Leave a comment about something that you did or are going to do for yourself this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Follow this blog or if you are already a follower tell me what kind of reader you use or how you follow it. (I love learning about new ways to keep up with blogs &amp;amp; feeds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Post about the giveaway &amp;amp; either link to this post or let me know that you posted about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Twitter about the giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to all that have entered.  The winner has been announced &amp;amp; received her book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-8241735319391225665?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8241735319391225665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=8241735319391225665' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8241735319391225665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8241735319391225665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-giveaway.html' title='Book Giveaway'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYiT0Di_DI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xy0_nBuG4pQ/s72-c/The+Lucky+One.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-4468400133924354576</id><published>2009-04-15T10:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:52:07.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom of children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>One hand tied behind my back</title><content type='html'>At this moment, I should be working on my client's book! But I can't. Yesterday was so much fun and my mind keeps drifting to all the silly things that the kids said and the funny things that they did. I had a house full of kiddos under the age of 4, and by house-full... I mean six (6) kids under 4 yrs old. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little niece &amp;amp; nephew came over to spend the day &amp;amp; play while mom &amp;amp; dad were working. We all love company, and Lauren &amp;amp; Evan adore their cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYN9aEMlwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/nbkhNocFUS8/s1600-h/IMG_6950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYN9aEMlwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/nbkhNocFUS8/s400/IMG_6950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324958958032295682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Baby Taylor, she's  kicking back &amp;amp; soaking up the sun rays.  Don't let this picture fool you, she is the most smiley baby ever.  She was just a bit concerned when my head disappeared behind the massive black camera.  However, she does need to come with a warning.  Babysitting her will make your insides tingle &amp;amp; give you the desire to have three more kids just like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYR3wg03KI/AAAAAAAAAVs/etM-3W8phgw/s1600-h/IMG_6940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYR3wg03KI/AAAAAAAAAVs/etM-3W8phgw/s400/IMG_6940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324963259025251490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was such a beautiful warm day that we were able to spend most of it playing outside.  I broke out a few bubble guns and bottles of bubbles for the bigger kids and we all had a blast.  Jett enjoyed showing us all the "correct procedures" for operating the bubble gun.  After we all graduated from his class we were allowed to play at our own will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone take note of this child.  He will probably be one of our future presidents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYR4DsIKOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/LId1Ag_3jkg/s1600-h/IMG_6937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYR4DsIKOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/LId1Ag_3jkg/s400/IMG_6937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324963264172927202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This picture makes me laugh so hard.  Not only is it a cute picture of Jett but if you look in the background, this picture also BUSTS Evan.  He was dumping bubbles in the dog's water bowl.  (So they could all wash their hands... of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we lived in a house that had VERY VERY soft water this boy would be in heaven.  He loves that soft sudsy feeling on his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYN9HuZDAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HR3pZeKHBGo/s1600-h/IMG_6892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYN9HuZDAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HR3pZeKHBGo/s400/IMG_6892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324958953108999170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, he knows that he was caught in the act.  This cute little look gets him off the hook EVERYTIME.  Especially when it is followed with " Mommy, I wuv you SOOO much, can I have a kiss pwease."  Hook, Line &amp;amp; Sinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYN85lHiVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/B4RB8P6d5Fg/s1600-h/IMG_6931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYN85lHiVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/B4RB8P6d5Fg/s400/IMG_6931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324958949312006482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sweet little Angel taking a break from playing in the mud to blow bubbles.  (Don't all little angels play in the mud).  While Evan loves washing his hands, if I gave Lauren a mound of dirt for her birthday she would be on cloud nine.  I would get 4 best mommy awards for that!!  (I get best mommy in the world awards for "fun days" and gifts... or just giving Lauren her way.  This child is something else.  Full of entertainment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYN9qco4WI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cjVBLrsY7Ds/s1600-h/IMG_6965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYN9qco4WI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cjVBLrsY7Ds/s400/IMG_6965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324958962429780322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also had more cousins join us.  This is sweet little Hayden, she is 1 and 1/2 going on 13.  Since day one she has been the most motivated child I have ever known.  She has always known what she wanted but would get so frustrated that she couldn't get it herself &amp;amp; communicate what she needed.  Once she began to walk, her entire world &amp;amp; disposition changed because she could FINALLY meet her own desires &amp;amp; needs.  She is always a blessing to have around &amp;amp; I LOVE LOVE that she makes her mom bring her WAY out to our house to play.  She will wake up saying my name over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over until Kristen finally packs up the car &amp;amp; says ok, we'll go see Aunt Jessy.  I get the giggles EVERYtime I think about her doing that to her mom.  I love harassing &amp;amp; teasing my sister, and the fact that my little niece helps is the best gift that she could ever get for me.  Plus I get the bonus of spending the day with all of them too.  What more could an aunt ask for??  Little does Kristen know, but Hayden &amp;amp; I talk on the phone everynight planning this out.  Kristen just THINKS Hayden is asleep in her crib.  LOL.  (Truthfully Hayden has me wrapped around her finger &amp;amp; she knows it)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYN98Re9cI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JtKa9qEa-6M/s1600-h/IMG_6925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYN98Re9cI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JtKa9qEa-6M/s400/IMG_6925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324958967214831042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now this little charmer is Koah.  She is only two months old.  Her mom, Kristen, feeds her buttermilk (not really), she is growing so fast and is so strong that it's hard to believe that she is so young.  When I stuck the camera in front of my face she began posing for me.  It was absolutely hilarious.  I hadn't seen a two month old do that before.  Her little personality was shining through.  She is definitely going to be a little ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome day.  Kristen &amp;amp; I enjoyed watching the kids playing &amp;amp; having so much fun.   I'm sure that Corey regretted having to go to work and missing out on all the entertainment. I'm sure of it.&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/5638757398380178236-4468400133924354576?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4468400133924354576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=4468400133924354576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/4468400133924354576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/4468400133924354576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-hand-tied-behind-my-back.html' title='One hand tied behind my back'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SeYN9aEMlwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/nbkhNocFUS8/s72-c/IMG_6950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1192388224076755482</id><published>2009-04-06T15:20:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:02:19.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Evan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SdpzMMFxLTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/9Zs9dkjF-zg/s1600-h/IMG_6190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SdpzMMFxLTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/9Zs9dkjF-zg/s400/IMG_6190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321692562932706610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Evan had a hard time deciding between a Cars (Lightening McQueen) birthday and an OU Football party.  When he saw the cake pan for the Cars cake he quickly changed his mind.  I absolutely loved celebrating my son, however I did feel a bit of sadness as I watched him blow out his three candles.  Another year older.  This is all happening way too fast.  It seems like just yesterday that we were bringing home our sweet little boy.  (I can imagine that this is a feeling that I won't be shaking anytime soon... and it may just reappear every year at about this time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SdpwavN-BCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/vmWiBp37kbE/s1600-h/IMG_6167-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SdpwavN-BCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/vmWiBp37kbE/s400/IMG_6167-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321689514345628706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lauren is such a good big sister.  I love the way that she always wants to take care of Evan.  I was in the middle of swinging Evan and she moved me over, "Um, Excuse me Mom.  This is my job now".  (Well, okay then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sdpy5cmcnlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/E-KoPHL8ObQ/s1600-h/IMG_6177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sdpy5cmcnlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/E-KoPHL8ObQ/s400/IMG_6177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321692240947224146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long before all of the cousins began to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sdp1qqXU-gI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fTQiEnWztLs/s1600-h/IMG_6202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sdp1qqXU-gI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fTQiEnWztLs/s400/IMG_6202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321695285478750722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had a small birthday party with all bajillion of Evan's cousins... all under 4 years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sdp2Ab6GofI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Gf713nCTWlw/s1600-h/IMG_6208-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sdp2Ab6GofI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Gf713nCTWlw/s400/IMG_6208-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321695659555201522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concentration tongue is hereditary... he gets it from his Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sdp4ywoXV7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/mnib7tTMhPw/s1600-h/IMG_6248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sdp4ywoXV7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/mnib7tTMhPw/s400/IMG_6248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321698723134658482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This look of concentration is also hereditary.... I claim this look.  I also have the traffic tickets to prove it (my high school years... I grew up).  We set the speed governer as LOW as it would go... I don't want ANYTHING to happen to my baby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sdp35U_3RrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/aoo2Bv1Qvxg/s1600-h/IMG_6250-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sdp35U_3RrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/aoo2Bv1Qvxg/s400/IMG_6250-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321697736464484018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how fast he is growing up!!!&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/5638757398380178236-1192388224076755482?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1192388224076755482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1192388224076755482' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1192388224076755482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1192388224076755482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-evan.html' title='Happy Birthday Evan!'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SdpzMMFxLTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/9Zs9dkjF-zg/s72-c/IMG_6190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-6771474225207582958</id><published>2009-04-06T14:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:19:18.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week, Corey was hurt and so I haven't had much time to spend on the computer.  However, what little time I did have I spent just looking at pictures of this little girl.  Now I haven't put down a deposit yet (only because Corey is not on board).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SdpgarKDqFI/AAAAAAAAATs/IEnT3z8SVjc/s1600-h/Zoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SdpgarKDqFI/AAAAAAAAATs/IEnT3z8SVjc/s400/Zoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321671921069434962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's time for confession, I do have to tell you that I've got it BAD!  I probably look at her pictures at least 20 times a day.  I have them saved on my phone and look at them constantly.  Pictures of her can brighten my day instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jessica/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sdpgax44hgI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SZsXKBknmWk/s1600-h/Zoe+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Sdpgax44hgI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SZsXKBknmWk/s400/Zoe+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321671922876450306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She lives over 10 hours away otherwise I'd probably be camped out on her owner's front porch every morning to see her.  I'm hoping that no one else wants to buy her and then her owner's will send her to me because they know how much I already love her (obsessed I am about her).  Unlikely, I know but I can't PURCHASE a puppy that my husband flat out asked me NOT to buy.  I was supposed to get paid for a project this last weekend &amp;amp; had to ask them to hold my check.  I know myself!!  I know that if the money is in hand then I will be on the phone buying her within seconds.  I am TRYING so hard to be a good wife, so I had to ask them to hold the check.  It's sad I know.  I know my limits and this little beauty is definitely testing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have looked at over 2000 pictures of other puppies and parents, looking for parents so that I can put down a deposit on a future litter.  I didn't find any other parents nor puppies that struck my fancy quite like this little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all this to say, PRAY FOR ME.  PRAY FOR STRENGTH.  PRAY THAT I DON'T CAVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't mind, it wouldn't hurt to pray that my husband will cave. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Wishful, yet unlikely, thinking.&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/5638757398380178236-6771474225207582958?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6771474225207582958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=6771474225207582958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6771474225207582958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6771474225207582958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/04/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SdpgarKDqFI/AAAAAAAAATs/IEnT3z8SVjc/s72-c/Zoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-7633666406789370564</id><published>2009-03-27T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:00:00.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egg Substiutes'/><title type='text'>The Quest Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/ScxW1R56gnI/AAAAAAAAATE/Fs0ih33dtLE/s1600-h/IMG_6159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/ScxW1R56gnI/AAAAAAAAATE/Fs0ih33dtLE/s400/IMG_6159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317720733357081202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(half for Dad and half for the kids)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you have been following this blog for very long then you know that my daughter suffers from eczema due to her allergies to both eggs &amp;amp; bananas.  For a year now, we have cut out all the yummy desserts that my husband loves so much and he not so subtly let me know that he wants them back.  Since I don't want to torture Lauren by making her WATCH her Daddy eat brownies in front of her while she sits there and salivates, I am altering recipes and trying to come up with a delicious new recipe that does not include eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the first attempt... I used 1/2 cup of applesauce and 1/2 tsp of baking soda to substitute for the egg.  Obviously it didn't kill us, we even finished the brownie... but we also didn't take a bite &amp;amp; have our eyes roll into the back of our heads, our bodies go limp, and then wiggle our tushes to get comfy so that we can finish the rest of the dessert in overwhelming bliss (that's the effect that good desserts have on our family... that's why I struggle with "workout Wednesdays" so much).  The great thing about kicking off this recipe quest with brownies is that if they aren't just fabulous then we can always throw a few scoops of ice cream on top and I have a happy husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post about my different attempts and will be including the "ok" substitutes as well as the bad ones so that if you are reading this post for allergy reasons you will know to steer clear of the substitutes that are NOT very good at all.  Once I find a great sub I will post the final recipe for you.  Since I began blogging I've met many other families that deal with the same and similar food allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the applesauce / baking soda sub... I would just say that it is an ok substitute when it comes to brownies.  The great thing about this substitute is that it also cuts calories from the dessert, someone told me that weight-watchers recommends this substitute.  A great comparison would be that it is like drinking a diet pop versus the real thing... not bad just a different type of sweet taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-7633666406789370564?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7633666406789370564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=7633666406789370564' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7633666406789370564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7633666406789370564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/quest-begins.html' title='The Quest Begins'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/ScxW1R56gnI/AAAAAAAAATE/Fs0ih33dtLE/s72-c/IMG_6159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1304250968853658476</id><published>2009-03-25T22:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:51:35.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>A friend of a friend</title><content type='html'>This could be the title of a few posts that are on my mind this evening.  But the two posts go in two completely opposite directions.   One is about a terrible woman who lies about her friends, and cheats on her husband... all it takes is the sound of this persons name and I get ill to my stomach.  I haven't met her in person (nor do I ever want to), but I have two friends that both know her from two totally different worlds &amp;amp; I get to hear about this... person, who is quite the piece of work.  So to avoid becoming nauseous, I'd rather talk about the other post at the other end of the spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I was introduced to a blog that really touched my heart.   I read quite a few blogs that read &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;My Charming Kids&lt;/a&gt;, and I love to read their posts to her Not Me Monday blog carnival.  Until tonight I hadn't followed their links to her sight, but when I did, I opened the door into her world.  So many (like me) just dangle tidbits of what is actually going on in their lives.  Not her, she is laying everything out there and asking all to join her in prayer and to be there through this time.  Afterall, isn't that exactly what God wants us to do... to reach out &amp;amp; ask for help &amp;amp; prayer, and to trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid misrepresenting all that she is going through, I am just going to pass on the link.  I highly suggest visiting her site and taking a moment to pray with her for her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Prayers for Stellan" src="http://www.preshwebdesign.com/images/stellanprayers.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1304250968853658476?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1304250968853658476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1304250968853658476' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1304250968853658476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1304250968853658476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/friend-of-friend.html' title='A friend of a friend'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-2000302432812534748</id><published>2009-03-25T12:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:47:56.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WorkOut Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>WorkOut  Wednesdays #7</title><content type='html'>It's that time again. This week has flown by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, it's time for confession. I have not followed my "healthy" diet very well this week and have eaten out way too many times. We eat out with my in-laws probably three or so times a week. I love them &amp;amp; don't want to miss out on the fun, so I go... but I have no will power when the plate of cheese fries are in front of me... or the menu for that matter. No one made me order the cheese burger. I did it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I still feel better this week, I can't help but wonder how much better I would feel if I had been able to stick to the diet as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am swearing off vowing this week, because last week I VOWED to do better and then was stagnant so instead I am not going to vow, not going to do it. I will not do it. Instead I will just go back in my closet &amp;amp; play dress up with my old clothes that I can fit into again. If this doesn't work, next week I will get out the boxes of clothes from the next size down &amp;amp; hang all of them in my closet (none of them fit me right now... so it would really be a CRUEL joke... Sitting there just staring at all the clothes that I can't wear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now it's time to stop beating myself up... I can save all that to motivate me next week. This last week HAS been productive. I have been able to workout &amp;amp; play a bit more than normal and my body is definitely feeling the effects. I keep having to take breaks from typing to do my happy dance. I didn't lose pounds this week but I have moved down another pant size. Woo HOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick recap: Since I have started my half-efforted workout challenge, I have lost 9 pounds and two pant sizes. I have 14 more pounds to go or two more pant sizes. I'll be honest, I really don't care about the weight itself. I don't mind if I don't lose another pound, however I DO want to lose the two more pant sizes. I want to comfortably fit into my old clothes again. And when I say comfortably, I mean I want to be able to wear them &amp;amp; bend over without having to worry that I am going to split my pants or have the buttons fly off shooting across the room as I sit down. My ultimate dream goal is to be able to put on a bathing suit and not pick myself apart. Is it really possible??? Are there women out there that are totally comfortable with their bodies???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-2000302432812534748?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2000302432812534748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=2000302432812534748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2000302432812534748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2000302432812534748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/workout-wednesdays-7.html' title='WorkOut  Wednesdays #7'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-2463546393920467874</id><published>2009-03-24T17:06:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:49:47.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>A Love / Hate Relationship</title><content type='html'>As a woman I have to say that it truly amazes me the things that we do to make ourselves look more attractive &amp;amp; feel more beautiful.  A few hours ago, I was laying on a table contemplating this very thing.  Why am I getting ready to torture myself?  Why would I even think of doing this?  Am I insane?  Who in their right mind chooses to put themselves through this agony?  What was I thinking as I was driving myself to this destination this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am hours after the torture session, and I feel happy, refreshed, and thankful that I chose to go through the "only moments" of discomfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the soft silky texture of my skin and yes it is really worth it.  I can honestly say that I hate going to my threading &amp;amp; waxing appointments.  However, I love the way that I feel an hour after I am finished with that appointment.  I also have a similar relationship with high heel shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Scliquz_UMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eh0aqWbC-C4/s1600-h/high+heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Scliquz_UMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eh0aqWbC-C4/s400/high+heels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316889321347698882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-2463546393920467874?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2463546393920467874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=2463546393920467874' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2463546393920467874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2463546393920467874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-hate-relationship_24.html' title='A Love / Hate Relationship'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/Scliquz_UMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eh0aqWbC-C4/s72-c/high+heels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-3426115042448672755</id><published>2009-03-19T23:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:40:45.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Style-Shopping'/><title type='text'>Going once, going twice</title><content type='html'>Tonight while I was supposed to be working I found myself shopping on the Internet.  I know, shame on me, but I have found that the retail therapy not only inspires me but definitely helps me to relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I love Ebay.  I have bought my kid's Halloween costumes, toys, concert tickets, decorated my kids bedrooms from all the items I found and then some.  So when I say that I was excited about finding this site it was a bit of an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site is definitely a buyer's market.  I hope that you enjoy it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;offerid=171999.10000001&amp;type=4&amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Bidaroo.com" border="0" src="http://www.bidaroo.com/AFFLS/Bidaroo_90p_468x60v1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;IMG border="0" width="1" height="1" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;bids=171999.10000001&amp;type=4&amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-3426115042448672755?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3426115042448672755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=3426115042448672755' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3426115042448672755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3426115042448672755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-once-going-twice.html' title='Going once, going twice'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-2912263855743915887</id><published>2009-03-19T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:06:56.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WorkOut Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>WorkOut Wednesdays #6</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know that I am posting the Workout Wednesday at 10pm on Thursday night, but that is exactly the way that my week has gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that and I am dreading announcing that I have slacked again this week.  Although I have skipped a few (okay, most) of my workouts this week, I have still lost 3 more pounds and a pant size.  My sister always told me that muscle helps burn fat.  I guess that this week I have just proven that theory for her.  (I'm sure that the theory was proven years ago in some research lab somewhere long ago, but I always appreciate learning from a hands-on approach). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every two weeks I have been increasing my workout's quality (same amount of time just a more intense exercise regime).  So now that we are at the halfway point I will be changing the workout again.  I am still doing the workouts from the magazine, plus the cardio (I usually TiVo one) and now I will be also focusing on different body sculpting exercises that are more specific to my body and the areas that I want to "fix" or rather ELIMINATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am hiding my face in shame this week, I am vowing to have more for you next week!  I feel terrible for letting myself down and for letting you down as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-2912263855743915887?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2912263855743915887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=2912263855743915887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2912263855743915887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/2912263855743915887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/workout-wednesdays-6.html' title='WorkOut Wednesdays #6'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-7661411268437408584</id><published>2009-03-17T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:01:01.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily'/><title type='text'>Buckle Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbyZow6lpLI/AAAAAAAAARw/wNu6Cf8CAFI/s1600-h/iphone+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbyZow6lpLI/AAAAAAAAARw/wNu6Cf8CAFI/s400/iphone+sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313290585994798258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I was driving down the road I came across this breathtaking view.  All I had was the camera on my phone and while it wasn't an amazing photo, I thought that it was a great photo for my camera taken from inside the car.  Oops I just sold myself out.  Yes I was driving while I took the photo...  I know, I know.&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/5638757398380178236-7661411268437408584?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7661411268437408584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=7661411268437408584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7661411268437408584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7661411268437408584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/buckle-up.html' title='Buckle Up.'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbyZow6lpLI/AAAAAAAAARw/wNu6Cf8CAFI/s72-c/iphone+sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1533404927160626298</id><published>2009-03-16T17:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:52:13.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embrace the Moment Monday'/><title type='text'>Embracing the Moment #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SaMOyqF5p_I/AAAAAAAAALU/J6WAaP8-raA/s1600-h/Embracing+the+Moments+button+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SaMOyqF5p_I/AAAAAAAAALU/J6WAaP8-raA/s320/Embracing+the+Moments+button+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306101049427863538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When most people think about a milestone post they expect it to be about the person who posts or someone close to them.  Well leave it to me to break the rule.   Rules- schmules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, today's post is about a young girl with an amazing talent, a huge heart for God, and a magnetic personality.  I was introduced to her website about five years ago and now I am a dedicated follower.  I have enjoyed returning to her site a few times throughout the year to see her work, read the descriptions of her work as well as the poetry that she has attached to her art (as I click on the paintings I can get a closer look), and to watch her grow.  I love watching her talent develop, her heart for God grow even stronger and having the opportunity to witness how God is moving in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's post is about the Milestone's of&lt;a href="http://www.artakiane.com/akiane_art.htm#"&gt; Akiane&lt;/a&gt;.  I hope you can take the time to view her site and her artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please link up with the Mr. Linky widget below, I'd love to hear your Milestone Moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=AMoxieMom&amp;amp;postid=16Mar2009"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1533404927160626298?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1533404927160626298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1533404927160626298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1533404927160626298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1533404927160626298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/embracing-moment-7.html' title='Embracing the Moment #7'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SaMOyqF5p_I/AAAAAAAAALU/J6WAaP8-raA/s72-c/Embracing+the+Moments+button+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-3769337597034552133</id><published>2009-03-15T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:06:41.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>I Declare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lately, Corey &amp;amp; I have been hearing a LOT about the power of words.  It seems to be coming from so many different areas of our lives.  Our small group had a guest speaker come to talk to our group about that very thing.  Corey was able to hear him, I had a doctor appt in Texas at the time.  I was sorry that I missed it.  Fortunately, I heard that the powerful voice of the speaker was able to reach so many that were there to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that this very topic was marketed via a book and a DVD a few years ago which is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret&lt;/span&gt;.  So many people really appreciated the concepts in the book and what I found ironic is that this concept is actually biblical.  Again, it was the book and not the Bible that people were dropping off at Corey's office for him and friends were calling to tell him about it.  I was very excited to see what a surge the book was creating in so many people.  While I wish that I could have witnessed that same surge of people fired up about receiving the same message via the Bible, I was glad that the message was out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came across the same message on a &lt;a href="http://lizanneturner.blogspot.com/2009/02/podcast-2-scriptures.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lizanneturner.blogspot.com/2009/02/podcast-2-scriptures.html"&gt;Everything Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;,  and what I love is that &lt;a href="http://lizanneturner.blogspot.com/2009/02/podcast-2-scriptures.html"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt; is giving all the glory to God.  I really hope that you drop by her blog at least to take a look at a few of the scriptures that she has listed as sources to support her point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two of the examples that &lt;a href="http://lizanneturner.blogspot.com/2009/02/podcast-2-scriptures.html"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt; had posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James 3.3-5 (Msg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit in the mouth of a horse controls the whole horse. A small rudder on a huge ship in the hands of a skilled captain sets a course in the face of the strongest winds. A word out of your mouth may seem of no account, but it can accomplish nearly anything or destroy it. It only takes a spark to set off a forest fire. A careless or wrongly placed word out of your mouth can do that. By our speech we can ruin the world, turn harmony to chaos, throw mud on a reputation, send the whole world up in smoke and go up in smoke with it, smoke right from the pit of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ephesians 3.20 (Amplified)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to Him who is able to carry out His purposes and do superabundantly, far over and above all that we dare ask or think (infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, hopes or dreams). According to the power that is at work within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This message is SO true.  We have the ability to change our situations by the way that we approach them and the things that we say.  When I was young, my grandpa used to tell me that it isn't so much WHAT you say but the WAY you say it.  (Even as a young child I had the tendency to be a bit ... um, well... direct).  As a mother, I realize more than ever the power of words.   The words that I choose to use while loving, playing with, teaching, and disciplining my children all make an enormous impression.  However the words that I speak OVER them and pray over them are just as POWERFUL.  The way that you talk to someone and about them behind closed doors can impact that relationship greatly.  Those words are so powerful that they not only affect those that you are talking to, the ones that you are talking about, but they also affect you and YOUR belief system about that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example:&lt;br /&gt;If you truly want something to be successful but all you do is whine, moan, and groan about how terrible it is, then eventually all you focus on is the negative aspects.  Your negative words and thoughts have declared negativity over that situation and negativity is what it will reap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of praying for someone's sickness, pray for their HEALING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in the same sense, when you focus and speak positivity over your life and declare God's word in prayer you will begin to see God's work in your life.  I not only pray this over my own life but I pray this over all that read this and all those that don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for those that need your prayers, declare God's word over their life.  Pray positively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-3769337597034552133?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3769337597034552133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=3769337597034552133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3769337597034552133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3769337597034552133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-declare_15.html' title='I Declare!'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-4831916421345927593</id><published>2009-03-12T21:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:57:30.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contests and Giveaways'/><title type='text'>It's A Magical Kingdom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/5690/mom-blogger-discovers-disney-world/"&gt;Awesome Giveaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a blog that it having a wonderful giveaway!  They are giving away 4 one day passes to Disney World. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I DO want to increase my chances of winning by doing my best to keep it a secret, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to tell you so that you may also have the chance to win &amp;amp; go to Disney World. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/5690/mom-blogger-discovers-disney-world/"&gt;http://www.5minutesformom.com/5690/mom-blogger-discovers-disney-world/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-4831916421345927593?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4831916421345927593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=4831916421345927593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/4831916421345927593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/4831916421345927593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-magical-kingdom.html' title='It&apos;s A Magical Kingdom!'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-6003346860564655463</id><published>2009-03-12T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:00:01.122-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Lollipop, Lollipop... Oooo Lolli-Lolli, Lollipop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbX8RCCANmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/C__JLc7VmjU/s1600-h/IMG_5725-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbX8RCCANmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/C__JLc7VmjU/s320/IMG_5725-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311428705086617186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cooking dinner, trying to fend off Evan (who stays hungry for the two hours before Corey comes home from work... the boy is like a hungry lion... he eats two dinners) and Lauren kept repeatedly asking me if she could have a sucker (in hopes that my answer would change).  What she doesn't know is that God blessed her with an extremely stubborn mom... my parents can vouch for that.  My answer wasn't changing.  I told her that she could have it AFTER dinner if she made good choices and didn't get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later I noticed that there was silence, I briefly relished the millisecond then I was off to find where the trouble lurked.  (Like I've said before if there is silence in my home that means the kiddos are working together... at something that they shouldn't be doing).  Of course, when I found them, Evan had helped Lauren unwrap her sucker and she had just put it in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing out of my mouth was the silliest question ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think you are doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously she is eating the sucker that she was BEGGING to eat.  But for some reason I ask it anyways in hopes that she is going to realize that her choice was disobedient and feel bad that she made that choice.  In all honesty, I could care less that she is eating the sucker, the issue is that I want her to learn to obey our rules when we are not around at an early age because I want her to be able to make responsible choices in the near future.  But seriously, how bad can you feel about a choice that you just made when your mouth is fulled with sugary goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was obvious by her response that she knew what she did was wrong, but that she wasn't too sorry for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: " I wasn't eating it Mommy.  I was just loving on it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbX8RVJTorI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KNujMftVVcQ/s1600-h/IMG_5728-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbX8RVJTorI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KNujMftVVcQ/s320/IMG_5728-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311428710217523890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once again, I just had to walk away (after she reluctantly handed the sucker to me) and say from behind a smile in the next room... "Well you better LOVE on all your vegetables tonight too... you are going to get an extra serving."  And she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbX8Q7ti7sI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jGxskloVyAM/s1600-h/IMG_5730-Evan+%26+lollipop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbX8Q7ti7sI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jGxskloVyAM/s320/IMG_5730-Evan+%26+lollipop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311428703390199490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan thought that it was awesome that he just got to have a sucker but taking photos of the precious moment was a moment that he wanted to remember.  Ok, he just wanted to have his picture taken because his sister was having her photo taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=171713.10000002&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chocolate.com" src="http://www.chocolate.com/images/chocolate-com-banner-horizontal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=171713.10000002&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;subid=0" border="0" width="1" height="1" /&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/5638757398380178236-6003346860564655463?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6003346860564655463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=6003346860564655463' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6003346860564655463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/6003346860564655463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/lollipop-lollipop-oooo-lolli-lolli.html' title='Lollipop, Lollipop... Oooo Lolli-Lolli, Lollipop'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbX8RCCANmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/C__JLc7VmjU/s72-c/IMG_5725-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-7254131136284172601</id><published>2009-03-11T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:34:09.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WorkOut Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>WorkOut Wednesdays #5</title><content type='html'>This last week has been a great week!  I am finally seeing more results and my clothes are fitting better!  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 6 pounds this week.  I am excited about finally getting to "see" some changes.  Feeling good and less stressed was great, don't get me wrong.  However I am glad to know that the scale actually works and hasn't been stuck this entire time.  (I was really beginning to believe that was the case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those that don't know me personally may not realize what a feat this new result actually is... but let me just tell you it is HUGE!  Someone had offered the kids a Hershey's candy bar and I was actually able to split it up between the two of them without stealing a little square for myself or just flat out getting the shakes or breaking out in a sweat from the sugar withdrawals.  I didn't know this was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that have an iPhone I downloaded this cool app called Gym Buddy that helps you log your exercises, reps, etc as well as have workout recommendations by the area of the body that you intend to target that day.  It is very resourceful and helps me keep up with my workouts.  However!  And this is a big however, I had not utilized the entire app until now.  Since I had actually started loosing weight, I thought that it would be encouraging to log it so that I could enjoy watching the improvement.  After entering my information into this Gym Buddy I hit "enter" or "submit" and back came some results that I wasn't exactly asking to receive.  It said as plainly, bluntly, with a hint of RUDE.... OBESE (next to body mass index).  After drop kicking the phone across the room, (just kidding.... I couldn't get my leg that high.  I'm still a little sore) I began talking to my phone, saying "ya, I know... I'm working on it".  Normally this isn't an issue but this time no one was on the other end of the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love the Gym Buddy app, but I won't be pushing the Body Calc button again until after I finish the 12 week challenge.  Then I hope that it will tell me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Job well done.  Now, go have a Snickers&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-7254131136284172601?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7254131136284172601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=7254131136284172601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7254131136284172601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/7254131136284172601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/workout-wednesdays-5.html' title='WorkOut Wednesdays #5'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-3291647208022414013</id><published>2009-03-10T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T05:00:00.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Style-Shopping'/><title type='text'>All Things Adorable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbV3kTN7N3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/0YlWk8pflV4/s1600-h/nightie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbV3kTN7N3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/0YlWk8pflV4/s320/nightie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311282801071044466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While rummaging (I say rummaging because it is not organized very well) through an advertisement company's website, I discovered THIS company.  Normally I would have bypassed it because their main product are school uniforms, however I am very thankful that I stopped because it has great prices on kids clothing.  Their sale prices REALLY got my attention.  I found pjs and gowns for $3.00.  One of these gowns are identical to one that Lauren received for her birthday that cost someone else $24.00.  I was glad someone else bought it for her because she absolutely loves it and wants to sleep in it every night.  And if it wasn't for the gift she would have NEVER enjoyed this experience, because cheap ol' mom wouldn't ever pay that much for a nightie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I would pay $3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbV_GCflmlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/J_CdAvurQdA/s1600-h/children%27s+wear+outlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbV_GCflmlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/J_CdAvurQdA/s320/children%27s+wear+outlet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311291077278669394" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other really cute and financially reasonable outfits that I found there for both boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Angel Kiss&lt;br /&gt;2.  Pink Glow&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cornflower Blue&lt;br /&gt;4.  Tie Dye&lt;br /&gt;5.  Surf&lt;br /&gt;6.  Athletic Department&lt;br /&gt;7.  Blue Noy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!  I just found some REALLY cute ones that I didn't include in the photo above.  Okay, now I need to carefully PUT MY HANDS UP &amp;amp; STEP AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER.  I could seriously get myself into trouble at this shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to this site check out these other outfits too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four Leaf Clover (cute St. Patty's Day dress)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hawaiian Holiday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a link directly to the website.  (I'm still learning how to put links in the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;offerid=171727.10000003&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Childrens Wear Outlet" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;amp;bids=171727.10000003&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;gridnum=13" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if anyone is in need of a personal shopper for kids clothing, please let me know... I'll take the job.  I love looking at kids apparel &amp;amp; accessories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-3291647208022414013?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3291647208022414013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=3291647208022414013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3291647208022414013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/3291647208022414013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-things-adorable.html' title='All Things Adorable!'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbV3kTN7N3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/0YlWk8pflV4/s72-c/nightie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-8906017621459856857</id><published>2009-03-09T00:14:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:07:01.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embrace the Moment Monday'/><title type='text'>Embracing the Moment #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SaMOyqF5p_I/AAAAAAAAALU/J6WAaP8-raA/s1600-h/Embracing+the+Moments+button+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SaMOyqF5p_I/AAAAAAAAALU/J6WAaP8-raA/s320/Embracing+the+Moments+button+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306101049427863538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbSxx-iCaJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_Tb4-Yf-pDQ/s1600-h/P4079453-myspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbSxx-iCaJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_Tb4-Yf-pDQ/s320/P4079453-myspace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311065332734126226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This moment is the moment that many moms pray for, wait paitently and not-so patiently, and fear.  Corey &amp;amp; I hadn't been married long when we found out that we were pregnant with our beautiful baby, and because the pregnancy was such a surprise we (actually Corey) decided that we were going to wait until she was born to find out the sex of the baby.  It was something that he &amp;amp; his mom always wanted to do.  Me, I'll be honest, I didn't enjoy not-knowing for a second.  A LOT of people LOVE this surprise, and I am happy for them.  But for me, I like to know... for me, the planning is 50% of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in my pregnancy I had a dream that I was going to have a girl, so I was convinced that I was having a girl... so convinced that I constantly talked to my belly and referred to the little baby growing inside of me as a "she &amp;amp; her".  (We probably saved thousands of dollars in therapy for our child since we did in fact have a daughter.  Thank goodness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This AMAZING little girl means so much to me.  I would love to be nonchalant and act as if she didn't just change everything about my world, but I've never been a good actor.  People can usually see right through me.  I am NOT a very good poker player either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a decision that I have made since I found out that I was going to have a baby that hasn't been 100% influenced by her.  I humbly admit that I have had to remind myself on a few occasions to stay focused on God and not put my family &amp;amp; those that I love first.  Each day I say a prayer, asking God for guidance to teach her what He needs me to teach her so that she will be prepared to do His Will.    I have to pray this little prayer to remind myself that although God has blessed me with this beautiful baby that she is ultimately His and that my job is to teach her &amp;amp; mold her for Him.  However the job comes with great perks... I get to love her &amp;amp; receive all of her sweet hugs &amp;amp; kisses.  Not to mention the full-time entertainment that she provides... sometimes I feel like I may be raising a future comedian.  I have no idea what or who she is going to become, but I am enjoying, everyday, having the opportunity to cherish who she is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbSmC96EubI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rqpzhNa7QJk/s1600-h/may+047-myspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbSmC96EubI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rqpzhNa7QJk/s400/may+047-myspace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311052430484748722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren at 3 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbSmCpM8AGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ea3ANszeR1U/s1600-h/Card2+036-myspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbSmCpM8AGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ea3ANszeR1U/s400/Card2+036-myspace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311052424926724194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the piano at 6 months with Uncle Tony&lt;br /&gt;She still LOVES the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbSmBniGJWI/AAAAAAAAANw/dfCDLd9_QJM/s1600-h/A004-myspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbSmBniGJWI/AAAAAAAAANw/dfCDLd9_QJM/s400/A004-myspace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311052407298729314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a bath at 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;She won't get any hair for 2 more YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my little angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please link up with the Mr. Linky widget below, I'd love to hear your Milestone Moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=AMoxieMom&amp;amp;postid=09Mar2009"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-8906017621459856857?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8906017621459856857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=8906017621459856857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8906017621459856857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8906017621459856857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/embracing-moment-6.html' title='Embracing the Moment #6'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SaMOyqF5p_I/AAAAAAAAALU/J6WAaP8-raA/s72-c/Embracing+the+Moments+button+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-272388019039572307</id><published>2009-03-06T00:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:42:01.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evan'/><title type='text'>My Sports Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebrookshirefam.blogspot.com/search/label/Flashback%20Friday"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i533.photobucket.com/albums/ee340/MelindaB210/FlashbackFriday_Page_0-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Melinda over at Bloggin' It From the Burbs has a wonderful photo carnival on Fridays to celebrate wonderful memories from the past.  And for those that loves photos or just simply living in the past, then you will enjoy going to her site and visiting others that have linked up with her.  During the month of March her theme is Sports &amp;amp; Recreation.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbDBta_pUxI/AAAAAAAAANg/3FGJyAXBI74/s1600-h/zoomer-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbDBta_pUxI/AAAAAAAAANg/3FGJyAXBI74/s400/zoomer-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309956946754360082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was trying to think of the perfect picture this was the first one that came to mind.  (Luckily, I didn't have to search too much for this one.  So it was a win, win).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at 7 months old, Evan's determination was incredibly strong.  By 8 months old, he was walking/running around the house kicking a soccer ball.  "Ball" was his third spoken word.  (I'm just counting my blessings that he said Mom &amp;amp; Dad first.  I was pleasantly surprised!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbDCJSZ4kJI/AAAAAAAAANo/8sOyktL5w64/s1600-h/zoomer-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbDCJSZ4kJI/AAAAAAAAANo/8sOyktL5w64/s400/zoomer-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309957425484828818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just look at those chubby cheeks.  I miss those chubby baby cheeks.  He ran them off way too soon.  Evan has always been a big baby at 2 months he was already wearing clothes sized for a 6 month old.  He is reaching many milestones entirely way too fast.  (I secretly wish that he would SLLOOOOOWWW down.  Afterall, he is my baby... the last one for me... I want to relish each moment just a little longer.  However at the rate that he is growing and learning he isn't giving me very much time).&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/5638757398380178236-272388019039572307?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/272388019039572307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=272388019039572307' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/272388019039572307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/272388019039572307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-sports-star.html' title='My Sports Star'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SbDBta_pUxI/AAAAAAAAANg/3FGJyAXBI74/s72-c/zoomer-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-8666421954777366225</id><published>2009-03-05T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:00:01.721-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Style-Shopping'/><title type='text'>Planning Ahead for Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I take forever to pick out the perfect gift for people so I have a tendency to plan ahead.  Just an example... I already know what I'm getting for Corey for his birthday (in September) and also for Christmas.  I know that it is 9 months away but I enjoy getting them a gift that I know that they will enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but my mothers and mother-in-law pretty much have everything.  They are the kinds of gals that if they want something they just go out &amp;amp; get it... that day.  So to make a LONG story short they can be somewhat difficult to shop for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been reading the blog for a bit you know that my family has been mulitplying faster than rabbits.  So I have also been shopping for some inexpensive yet thoughtful gifts to get for my sisters that are mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited when I came across this product!  It is a cute gift to add to the "little somethings" that I am putting together for those girls in my life.  (I can't divulge to much information just in case they happen to come across this post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;offerid=146839.1134832894&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;IMG border=0 src="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/shop/pipshots/1133_m.jpg" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;IMG border=0 width=1 height=1 src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;bids=146839.1134832894&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brag book from Shutterfly:&lt;br /&gt;LEATHER BRAG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;offerid=146839.1480989882&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;IMG border=0 src="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/shop/pipshots/3301_m.jpg" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;IMG border=0 width=1 height=1 src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;bids=146839.1480989882&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BUCKET TOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;offerid=146839.2096915022&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;IMG border=0 src="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/shop/pipshots/2304_m.jpg" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;IMG border=0 width=1 height=1 src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;bids=146839.2096915022&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLLAGE CALENDARS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;offerid=146839.2096915033&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;IMG border=0 src="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/shop/catshots/fday_collage_calendar_m.jpg" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;IMG border=0 width=1 height=1 src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;bids=146839.2096915033&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-SHIRT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;offerid=146839.1148184700&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;IMG border=0 src="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/shop/pipshots/2006_m.jpg" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;IMG border=0 width=1 height=1 src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;bids=146839.1148184700&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one of the great things about shopping early is that I don't have to worry about finding the product I want only to find that it is out of stock.  Well most of the time... What brought me to Shutterfly originally was the brightly colored Pulp brag book, but unfortunately they are no longer available.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;offerid=146839.1134147701&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;IMG border=0 src="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/shop/pipshots/1133_m.jpg" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;IMG border=0 width=1 height=1 src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;bids=146839.1134147701&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;offerid=146839.1134832896&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;IMG border=0 src="http://web1.shutterfly.com/img_/shop/pipshots/1132_m.jpg" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;IMG border=0 width=1 height=1 src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;bids=146839.1134832896&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are interested in these items... SHOP NOW before these are gone too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-8666421954777366225?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8666421954777366225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=8666421954777366225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8666421954777366225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/8666421954777366225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/planning-ahead-for-mothers-day.html' title='Planning Ahead for Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-1118454623662615609</id><published>2009-03-04T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:00:00.592-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WorkOut Wednesdays'/><title type='text'>WorkOut Wednesdays #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;offerid=134861.3066594&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;IMG border=0 src="http://DSP.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/p4627462t130.jpg" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;IMG border=0 width=1 height=1 src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;bids=134861.3066594&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question, do you guys dread Wednesdays as much as I do?  I wasn't always this way, but now that I am being held accountable for my commitment (or lack thereof) to working out on Wednesdays --- I TOTALLY dread Wednesdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to use going on a vacation with my husband as my excuse for not working out, but the Resort had an amazing fitness facility.  So I'll just be honest, I chose to lay in the nice warm bed and watch the snow fall with my husband instead of working out.  So I didn't make very much progress this week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been battling tremendously with this evil little product called CHOCOLATE!  It's terrible.  Before I had children, I rarely ate candy, chocolate, and junk, however now I can't seem to get enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I am a third of the way through the 12 week challenge and so the pressure is on.  I am still doing the workout from the Fitness Magazines that I have told you about, and this week I will also be adding cardio to my workout.  I am hoping that this will help me see results a bit faster (which will in turn help motivate me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;offerid=134861.3063773&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;IMG border=0 src="http://DSP.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/p4615996t130.jpg" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;IMG border=0 width=1 height=1 src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=x*9ZBtE*Zgc&amp;bids=134861.3063773&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0" &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5638757398380178236-1118454623662615609?l=amoxiemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1118454623662615609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5638757398380178236&amp;postID=1118454623662615609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1118454623662615609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638757398380178236/posts/default/1118454623662615609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoxiemom.blogspot.com/2009/03/workout-wednesdays-4.html' title='WorkOut Wednesdays #4'/><author><name>~ A Moxie Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417577160245981935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SRnja3buJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/b-i06VBy21I/S220/DSC07270_facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638757398380178236.post-7495203434054955856</id><published>2009-03-03T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:46:00.818-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corey'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Getaway</title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER:&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been busy working on another project so I pre-post for the week.  I know that during the week I will be swamped with work and will be unable to take the time to blog.  I do stay caught up on reading your blogs on my phone.  I can't always comment on your posts because of my fickle phone service, but I am reading them.  So I was glad that I had a few blogs pre-posted for this week before I was whisked away on my birthday getaway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A BEAUTIFUL GETAWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This last week, Corey surprised me with a vacation to celebrate my birthday.  It was so amazing and so sweet.  He took me on a long and windy drive with views like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SazNHQ2YfeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/l3WMeokp5fU/s1600-h/IMG_5484-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SazNHQ2YfeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/l3WMeokp5fU/s320/IMG_5484-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308843585428815330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was truly breathtaking.  I have to admit, I enjoyed the drive to Big Cedar Lodge as much as I did the actual place.  We had a great time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the Lodge at night and it was beautiful!  I was breathless when I saw it... both from laughing really hard (Corey &amp;amp; I were having fun joking around) and from the site of it.  You have to keep in mind, I had no idea where we were going.  I had no idea if he was going to take me to a 5 star resort or a tent.  I have to tell you that nightfall is definitely the best time to arrive.  I wouldn't have changed a thing.  The lights were gorgeous reflecting off the lake.  It was... okay I'm running out of adjectives to say that it was amazing.  But yea, it was amazing!  Here is the view from our room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SazNki5-Z1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/BXdqUga9xqw/s1600-h/IMG_5487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SazNki5-Z1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/BXdqUga9xqw/s320/IMG_5487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308844088491927378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took this picture as soon as we woke up (almost 11:00).  I felt like a rockstar, sleeping in that late.  It felt GOOD!  Since Corey &amp;amp; I were in such a hurry to get out of the house while the kids were okay with us leaving we BOTH forgot our coats.  This just gave us an excuse to do a little shopping at Branson Landing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzbpj_Eg/SazNk5VxgSI/AAAAAAAAANA/9_1N3Mnt8EU/s1600-h/IMG_5491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsmxzb
