<?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-1540586894698930822</id><updated>2012-01-17T21:38:54.088-06:00</updated><category term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Mama Stone's Soup</title><subtitle type='html'>A Little Bit of Everything 
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Sometimes Something to Chew On.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-2011671711537612126</id><published>2012-01-17T21:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:38:54.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnOChhXBjsY/TxY9Yf3GJyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qnRGiqmaGBI/s1600/IMG_1817.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnOChhXBjsY/TxY9Yf3GJyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qnRGiqmaGBI/s320/IMG_1817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698809869562685218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am already so tired of hearing New Year, New You. Aren't you? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...if we are going to talk about new year resolutions let me suggest a book, 52 Small Changes, One Year to a Happier, Healthier You, written by Brett Blumenthal. So far I've really enjoyed it. I have to say, if all I stick to by reading this book is drinking more water, than so be it. It was worth the download. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of years ago about this time Suge and I took a trip to Boston, to clear our minds OR to order room service and stay in bed and watch t.v. YOU DECIDE. Anyway, it snowed about 9" while we were there and was absolutely wonderful. It was amazing how the city just kept going and so did we. We hiked that city up one side and down the other, in the snow and freezing temps. It was heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's hoping for a few snow days around these parts this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mama Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-2011671711537612126?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2011671711537612126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2011671711537612126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2011671711537612126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnOChhXBjsY/TxY9Yf3GJyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qnRGiqmaGBI/s72-c/IMG_1817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-570695848576262286</id><published>2011-12-19T20:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T08:59:10.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And he's 5...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3WhTD03Ht9A/Tu_tbMBx6AI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LZSuNDaV9is/s1600/IMG_5919.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3WhTD03Ht9A/Tu_tbMBx6AI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LZSuNDaV9is/s320/IMG_5919.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688025905733167106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember being so anxious and ready for my little bundle of joy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night before, Suge took video of me and all my bellyness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was up at 11, but let Suge sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We checked into the hospital around noon the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 8 pound sweetheart was born at 4:52 p.m. on a Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been an exciting, scary, up and down, roller coaster ride ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my Wildman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1540586894698930822-570695848576262286?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/570695848576262286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-hes-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/570695848576262286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/570695848576262286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-hes-5.html' title='And he&apos;s 5...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3WhTD03Ht9A/Tu_tbMBx6AI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LZSuNDaV9is/s72-c/IMG_5919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-6692035231794846653</id><published>2011-12-16T20:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:08:52.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPOy-YkFY68/Tuv43VeSb-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/jftSCmNW91g/s1600/IMG_5852.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPOy-YkFY68/Tuv43VeSb-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/jftSCmNW91g/s320/IMG_5852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686912584026058722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the holiday parties, shopping, hustling and bustling it's easy to forget what Christmas is all about. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas from our family to yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-6692035231794846653?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6692035231794846653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-greetings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6692035231794846653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6692035231794846653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-greetings.html' title='Christmas Greetings!'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPOy-YkFY68/Tuv43VeSb-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/jftSCmNW91g/s72-c/IMG_5852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-7450787519830149796</id><published>2011-11-13T21:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:04:49.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 months old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cKUo21WpqLk/TsCEkCN3rHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/UMTZB7e5EVc/s1600/IMG_5756.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cKUo21WpqLk/TsCEkCN3rHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/UMTZB7e5EVc/s320/IMG_5756.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674681285092027506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tater tot is 1. She made it through a year of Mom, Dad and Brother all watching out for her and her every move. She's smart but most importantly she's tough. Don't mess with her, or she'll pull your hair. She will leap out of my arms for her Daddy, but will come right back with a smile. She'll play forever in her Brother's room with his cars, swords, superheros, or whatever else he has laying around.  She goes with the flow. She sleeps all night and we love her to heaven and back! Hope you had a wonderful birthday my sweet baby girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-7450787519830149796?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7450787519830149796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/12-months-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7450787519830149796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7450787519830149796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/12-months-old.html' title='12 months old...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cKUo21WpqLk/TsCEkCN3rHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/UMTZB7e5EVc/s72-c/IMG_5756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-6025720426815203877</id><published>2011-10-25T21:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:17:43.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The most wonderful time of the year</title><content type='html'>I'm heading out in the morning to go riding with the girls. We've been taking this fall riding trip for several years now. I can't really relay to you how wonderful it really is. This year we are heading to Alabama for the first time, to a place called Seven Springs. There's even a saloon in a cave there.  Pretty fancy for us...  Anyway, I'll miss my wild ones and Suge too, but there's nothing like a few days away with the girls (oh yeah, and nature).  Maybe I'll take some pictures. Until then, here's a few of my sweet ones~ I love the one of them together because you can see how caring he is. Wow! Who knew he'd be such a good Big Brother? Happy Fall Y'all!&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iYFeDHpzX8g/TqdtXYGNjyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Yxaxygcc4YQ/s320/IMG_5594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667618904441982754" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2d1ZUqZb_yw/TqdtXPHeywI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PwZEw2OBlEs/s320/IMG_5571.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667618902031387394" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-6025720426815203877?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6025720426815203877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6025720426815203877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6025720426815203877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The most wonderful time of the year'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iYFeDHpzX8g/TqdtXYGNjyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Yxaxygcc4YQ/s72-c/IMG_5594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-7530083915941088457</id><published>2011-09-30T21:14:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T21:21:47.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBC14273jpk/ToZ4T9XRg0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/vb3pc3byrXE/s320/IMG_5490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658342266122634050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never say never. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My kids will never play soccer." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, guess where I have to be in the morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you got it--the soccer field and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE IT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wildman loves it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew I'd be a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soccer Mom too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-7530083915941088457?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7530083915941088457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/soccer-mania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7530083915941088457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7530083915941088457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/soccer-mania.html' title='Soccer Mania'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qBC14273jpk/ToZ4T9XRg0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/vb3pc3byrXE/s72-c/IMG_5490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-9083686825527518101</id><published>2011-09-07T21:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:17:19.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis any one?</title><content type='html'>I spent the majority of my Labor Day watching tennis. Or so it felt like. It can last forever. Longer than any football or basketball game (not basketball season mind you).  Suge loves to watch it on t.v. and I have to say that I don't really mind watching it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So WHY for goodness sakes can I not figure out how they score it. I did take tennis as a PE in college. Now, the amount of classes I actually showed up to, you can count on one hand. But if you know me, or anything about me, you know that I am pretty knowledgeable when it comes to sports. I know most of the rules of football, basketball, baseball and some rules for figure skating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why is it that I can't figure tennis out? Is my mind too tired? Too full? I think Suge has even explained it to me once before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I have to admit that I watch it for their outfits, grunts, legs, and the little guys/gals that run so quickly to retrieve the balls. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Stone&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/1540586894698930822-9083686825527518101?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9083686825527518101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/tennis-any-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/9083686825527518101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/9083686825527518101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/tennis-any-one.html' title='Tennis any one?'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-8245808651142270476</id><published>2011-08-26T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T10:01:58.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Rest...</title><content type='html'>Rest time is not wasted time. It is economy to gather fresh strength...It is wisdom to take occasional furlough. In the long run, we shall do more by sometimes doing less. -C.H. Spurgeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-8245808651142270476?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8245808651142270476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/lets-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8245808651142270476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8245808651142270476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/lets-rest.html' title='Let&apos;s Rest...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-8269639118491558767</id><published>2011-08-19T15:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T15:33:46.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Harvest</title><content type='html'>Lately we've been eating out of the garden. Not our garden mind you. But plenty of people like to share their bounty- I think sometimes gardens get overwhelming and gardeners don't know what to do with it all, and that folks is what I count on. I was surfing around today and found this recipe on &lt;a href="http://www.twopeasandtheirpod.com/"&gt;www.twopeasandtheirpod.com&lt;/a&gt; . I know zucchini is one thing gardeners always have plenty of, and one thing we are always looking for recipes for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked Zucchini Fries&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;3 medium zucchini, sliced into skinny sticks&lt;br /&gt;2 large egg whites, beaten&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup whole wheat bread crumbs (we make our own)&lt;br /&gt;2 T grated Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp dried basil&lt;br /&gt;Pinch of dried oregano&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper, to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 425°. Spray a baking sheet with cooking spray. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;In a small bowl, beat egg whites with a fork until frothy.&lt;br /&gt;Put the breadcrumbs, basil, oregano, garlic powder and cheese on a plate-I used a pie tin. Mix well.&lt;br /&gt;Dip the zucchini sticks in the egg whites and then into the bread crumb mixture, make sure all sides get coated well. Place the sticks on the prepared baking sheet. I did the sticks one by one.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 425° for about 20 minutes or until golden brown and a little crispy. I turned over the fries half way through. Serve warm. We like to dip ours in marinara sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to try it! I like anything w/ fries in the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-8269639118491558767?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8269639118491558767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/garden-harvest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8269639118491558767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8269639118491558767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/garden-harvest.html' title='Garden Harvest'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-5964514085701016566</id><published>2011-08-10T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:47:29.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...</title><content type='html'>the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,&lt;div&gt;having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but pouring them all right out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chaff and grain together;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;certain that a faithful hand will...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sift them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep what is worth keeping,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dinah Maria Craik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-5964514085701016566?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5964514085701016566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5964514085701016566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5964514085701016566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh.html' title='Oh...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-5732580173909058180</id><published>2011-08-02T20:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T20:39:10.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it romantic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HbxPtgQU5Dw/TjilfWiAecI/AAAAAAAAAPM/wqGBMXjfIvA/s1600/ro%2526bbiltmore.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HbxPtgQU5Dw/TjilfWiAecI/AAAAAAAAAPM/wqGBMXjfIvA/s320/ro%2526bbiltmore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636436891696921026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you and your sweetie have a special place? A restaurant? A park? A place that makes you feel romantic just being there? Well, my Suge and I do. We haven't been there together in a few years. 5 to be exact. Suge's 30th birthday, the very same weekend I found out I was pregnant with Wildman! Just the thought of the special times we've spent there brings a smile to my face.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness we are making it back there this weekend.  Thank goodness for fantastic Grandparents. And thank God for my Suge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-5732580173909058180?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5732580173909058180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/isnt-it-romantic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5732580173909058180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5732580173909058180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/isnt-it-romantic.html' title='Isn&apos;t it romantic?'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HbxPtgQU5Dw/TjilfWiAecI/AAAAAAAAAPM/wqGBMXjfIvA/s72-c/ro%2526bbiltmore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-8894633101216226492</id><published>2011-07-19T20:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T20:23:51.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love iPhoto: Reason #435</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DHliV25s-oE/TiYtgEWe33I/AAAAAAAAAPE/yXNuzKDR8N0/s1600/IMG_5354.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DHliV25s-oE/TiYtgEWe33I/AAAAAAAAAPE/yXNuzKDR8N0/s320/IMG_5354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631238413020487538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hsrolDk5rDM/TiYs98V9gOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-jAhxo7Ub58/s1600/IMG_4183.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hsrolDk5rDM/TiYs98V9gOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-jAhxo7Ub58/s320/IMG_4183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631237826755264738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9p3C5-CGOm0/TiYs9rdPGBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/m-wlBXXWq6k/s1600/IMG_4039.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9p3C5-CGOm0/TiYs9rdPGBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/m-wlBXXWq6k/s320/IMG_4039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631237822222374930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc5vbzgPdCI/TiYs9GSty7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/nosUwvIeNyo/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631237812246137778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANW9_zCm-sQ/TiYs8_aJDiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/paFz2rssjrk/s1600/DSC02116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANW9_zCm-sQ/TiYs8_aJDiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/paFz2rssjrk/s320/DSC02116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631237810398236194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me about 5 minutes to find Wildman's first 5 Fourth of July celebrations.  Sorry I missed you on Independence Day. We had a blast (ha). It really is one of my favorite holidays. Hope you enjoyed yours! Soon we'll be saying so long summer. Can you believe it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-8894633101216226492?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8894633101216226492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-i-love-iphoto-reason-435.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8894633101216226492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8894633101216226492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-i-love-iphoto-reason-435.html' title='Why I Love iPhoto: Reason #435'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DHliV25s-oE/TiYtgEWe33I/AAAAAAAAAPE/yXNuzKDR8N0/s72-c/IMG_5354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-3168046816044378538</id><published>2011-06-28T21:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:17:04.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When we all get to Heaven...</title><content type='html'>After going to the funeral home tonight I had these thoughts- &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents should not have to loose a child, but a child shouldn't have to loose a parent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to GOD, we'll all be in Heaven together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-3168046816044378538?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3168046816044378538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-we-all-get-to-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3168046816044378538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3168046816044378538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-we-all-get-to-heaven.html' title='When we all get to Heaven...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-5569789740391839353</id><published>2011-06-20T21:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:27:56.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pioneer Woman Cooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mugBcVCjAio/Tf__QaYdq2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/2pY3smA2frg/s1600/app_full_proxy.php.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mugBcVCjAio/Tf__QaYdq2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/2pY3smA2frg/s320/app_full_proxy.php.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620491517406587746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never checked out www.thepioneerwoman.com I highly recommend it. She's genius.  In everything she does.  I got Sweetheart one of her cookbooks for Christmas and I think she has actually used it.  How many cookbooks do you have that don't have a cracked spine?  Soon I'll show you my cooking book. It took me too long to make it, seeing as it took 45 minutes to put together.  ANYWAY...&lt;div&gt;This blueberry pie is from the website.  It's called Mom's Blueberry Pie and I LOVE IT. Maybe I'll marry it.  Sorry Suge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom's Blueberry Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 Pints (to 3 pints) Blueberries (or for all you folks like me that can't convert 4-6 cups)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 dash (to 2 dashes) Nutmeg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 tbs (to 3 tbs) Flour (optional)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 whole pie crusts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 stick butter, sliced into pats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a large bowl place the fresh blueberries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coat them with regular white sugar, not too much, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just enough to bring out the natural sweetness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throw in a dash or two of nutmeg and a few tbs of all purpose flour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you prefer a pie that's more juicy leave it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pour the blueberries into the pie crust and top with 8-10 small pats of butter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cover with a second pie crust. Press both edges together, tucking the dough under as needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cut three or four slits in the top of the pie for ventilation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bake at 400 degrees for 35-40 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FYI: I always add the flour and I use 2 dashes (at least) of Nutmeg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a hit, even with people like Suge, who insist on only eating chocolate dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1540586894698930822-5569789740391839353?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5569789740391839353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/pioneer-woman-cooks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5569789740391839353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5569789740391839353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/pioneer-woman-cooks.html' title='The Pioneer Woman Cooks'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mugBcVCjAio/Tf__QaYdq2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/2pY3smA2frg/s72-c/app_full_proxy.php.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-7572473318820629082</id><published>2011-06-17T08:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T08:43:47.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sweetheart, PW (Pinewood) and my Beautiful, Wonderful Stepmother</title><content type='html'>Ok ladies, I dare you to try this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this recipe when I was organizing all the ones I had cut out and printed out etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalapeno Jelly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 large sweet green peppers (about 1 lb) corded, seeded chopped&lt;br /&gt;6 large jalapeno chiles, seeded and chopped (about 2/3 cup)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;5 1/2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1 box (1.75 oz) powdered pectin, dissolved in 3/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;Green food coloring (what? why?)&lt;br /&gt;6 canning jars (1/2 pint), lids and seals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-In processor, finely chop green peppers and jalapenos with vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;2-Place pepper mixture in 5 or 6 quart heavy-bottomed nonaluminum saucepan. Stir in sugar and water. Bring to boiling, stirring occasionally; boil over medium-high heat 5 minutes or until slightly thickened.&lt;br /&gt;3-Meanwhile, in small saucepan boil pectin-water mixture 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;4-Add pectin mixture, lemon juice and desired amount of green food coloring to pepper mixture. Boil 2 minutes. Remove from heat.&lt;br /&gt;5-Pour hot jelly mixture into sterilized canning jars; seal. Process in hot water bath following manufacturer's instructions. Remove jars from water and place on wire rack. Let stand at room temperature 24 hours or until jelly sets up.&lt;br /&gt;6-Store in cool, dark place for up to 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ladies, I know you have gardens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't this be fantastic on tortillas, quesadillas etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-7572473318820629082?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7572473318820629082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-sweetheart-pw-pinewood-and-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7572473318820629082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7572473318820629082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-sweetheart-pw-pinewood-and-my.html' title='For Sweetheart, PW (Pinewood) and my Beautiful, Wonderful Stepmother'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-5712970898571647774</id><published>2011-06-14T20:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:18:45.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookout Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3WkwhfbgeQ/TfgEX0838tI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kr8OhzbnH_s/s1600/IMG_5133.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3WkwhfbgeQ/TfgEX0838tI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kr8OhzbnH_s/s320/IMG_5133.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618245342542164690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if I've told you this before but my children and I guess my whole family really, love to eat! Wildman will eat practically any thing put in front of him and Tater Tot has thus far.  Since it's that cookout time of the year I've got a few recipes for you to try out.  I've highjacked both of them from the internet and will give credit where credit is due.  Both serve as a base and you can definitely take creative liberties when preparing them for your crew.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time cooking out with our family last weekend. It's always fun to see what people bring and to see how your own new recipe turns out.  We had Dad's smoked chicken~enough said!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This potato salad recipe was the one I took with me and although I'd never tried it, I was pleasantly surprised. It is definitely a base and I think you don't have to get too creative to come up with some really good additions.  For example, green onion (which I did), bacon, dill pickles/relish etc. etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fipps Family Potato Salad (from myrecipes.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 lbs. baking potatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 hard boiled eggs, grated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 cup mayo (I used Dukes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 tbs. spicy brown mustard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 1/2 teas. salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3/4 teas. pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cook potatoes in boiling water (I peeled and diced them first) until tender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stir together potatoes and egg.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stir together mayo and next 3 ingredients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gently stir into potato mixture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serve immediately or cover and chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So so so so easy.  Next up is a pasta recipe I served as a main course hot. But it was really good the next day cold.  I think this would make for a great side at a cookout.  Or I think it would be fantastic with chicken in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FngTjUID6I/TfgG3TiB1II/AAAAAAAAAOE/NodG-mWYCdA/s320/IMG_5152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618248082350265474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No-Time Pesto Pasta (from kraftrecipes.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 of a 16 oz. pkg penne pasta, uncooked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 cup pesto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 cup chopped roasted red peppers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 cup crumbled feta (w/ basil and tomato or plain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cook pasta as directed. Drain, return to pan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add pesto and peppers, cook and stir on low heat 3-5 minutes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stir in cheese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?!?! That's it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer here we come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1540586894698930822-5712970898571647774?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5712970898571647774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/cookout-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5712970898571647774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5712970898571647774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/cookout-season.html' title='Cookout Season'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3WkwhfbgeQ/TfgEX0838tI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kr8OhzbnH_s/s72-c/IMG_5133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-4172041630197280180</id><published>2011-06-09T20:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:00:33.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of my dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JevSOOxpKiY/TfF6mQwG-sI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6R4qK9y_gwc/s1600/IMG_1485.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JevSOOxpKiY/TfF6mQwG-sI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6R4qK9y_gwc/s320/IMG_1485.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616405008058088130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-4172041630197280180?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4172041630197280180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/man-of-my-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4172041630197280180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4172041630197280180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/man-of-my-dreams.html' title='Man of my dreams...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JevSOOxpKiY/TfF6mQwG-sI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6R4qK9y_gwc/s72-c/IMG_1485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-6837146961948427672</id><published>2011-05-25T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:27:36.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a look, it's in a book...</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow readers! I've been busy since I got my Kindle for Christmas.  I'd highly recommend it, or any other electronic reading device because I LOVE instant gratification!  I'd love to hear what you've been reading because I am always looking for something new.  Anywho, here's my list:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuff Christians Like -Jonathan Acuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Heels to Tractor Wheels&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Ree Drummond&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Age Before Beauty&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Virginia Smith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stuck in the Middle -&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;Virginia Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Third Time's a Charm -&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;Virginia Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House Rules&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skipping a Beat&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Sarah Pekkanen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Opposite of Me&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -Sarah Pekkanen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All is Bright&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;Sarah Pekkanen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Scattered Life&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Karen McQuestion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saving Rachel&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;John Locke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leaving Home&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Color of Heaven&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Julianne MacLean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Weird Sisters&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Eleanor Brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miranda's Big Mistake&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Jill Mansell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rumor Has It&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Jill Mansell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staying at Daisy's&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Jill Mansell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Millies Fling&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Jill Mansell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfect Timing&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Jill Mansell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a Chance on Me&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Jill Mansell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easily Amused&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Karen McQuestion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water for Elephants&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Sara Gruen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heaven is for Real&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Todd Burpo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sixkill&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Robert B. Parker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Offer You Can't Refuse&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Jill Mansell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFPAg1jShZg/Td23IP66X5I/AAAAAAAAANo/45CnsMYuIlk/s320/IMG_4630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610842063113969554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Miss Rachel reading to Tater Tot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say that a lot of those are chick lit and several are british chick lit, but there are some more meaty ones too.  The Weird Sisters was one of my favorites and of course I loved the true love story of The Pioneer Woman in Black Heels to Tractor Wheels.  Heaven is for Real and Stuff Christians Like are both very inspirational and the books by Virginia Smith are Christian romances.  Robert B. Parker's Spencer books are so much fun and Sixkill did not disappoint.  Do you remember Spencer for Hire? If so you'd love all of his Spencer books.  I loved Water for Elephants but I've also ready Sara Gruen's other books and loved them just as much or more. Anyway...Please Please Please give me some titles to check out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-6837146961948427672?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6837146961948427672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-look-its-in-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6837146961948427672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6837146961948427672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-look-its-in-book.html' title='Take a look, it&apos;s in a book...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFPAg1jShZg/Td23IP66X5I/AAAAAAAAANo/45CnsMYuIlk/s72-c/IMG_4630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-7405539278960220076</id><published>2011-05-23T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:43:23.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness 101 or 202 if you've mastered the class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SH1dZas8hrY/TdsYe05x5cI/AAAAAAAAANY/Q8iPVNhVxWY/s1600/DSC00647.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SH1dZas8hrY/TdsYe05x5cI/AAAAAAAAANY/Q8iPVNhVxWY/s320/DSC00647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610104678696216002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes you just have to get it down on "paper" to realize the craziness of our lives.  I've done that with a family calendar and I just can't believe all we do in a day, week, month and year. When you are in the moment you sure don't realize it.  Of course we all have those melt-downs and don't try to tell me you don't.  I've seen you in the Wal-mart parking lot loosing it.  The past two weeks I was on an unofficial cooking strike.  You know the deal, I might cook, but we are talking breakfast for dinner, grilled cheese for dinner, cheese quesadillas etc. etc.  Something easy and quick.  Don't get me wrong, these definitely count, but I really enjoy cooking from recipes, trying new things and experimenting on my family (I learned that from my step-mom).  Anyway, I guess I chose to handle my near melt-down with a cooking strike.  I must say, I think it worked! I'm back to cooking and feeling loads better.  So send me a recipe! Seriously, during those times when nothing seems to go right, or there seems to be more to do in the day than you really have time for, here are my suggestions:  stop and pray, love on your babies, snuggle with your suge or just eat marshmallows for dinner.  Trust me they all work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-7405539278960220076?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7405539278960220076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/craziness-101-or-202-if-youve-mastered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7405539278960220076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7405539278960220076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/craziness-101-or-202-if-youve-mastered.html' title='Craziness 101 or 202 if you&apos;ve mastered the class'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SH1dZas8hrY/TdsYe05x5cI/AAAAAAAAANY/Q8iPVNhVxWY/s72-c/DSC00647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-83105494459564529</id><published>2011-05-23T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:28:06.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And she's back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjQLj3462LQ/TdsVVqYdiKI/AAAAAAAAANI/ueixPTkJNFk/s1600/IMG_3954.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjQLj3462LQ/TdsVVqYdiKI/AAAAAAAAANI/ueixPTkJNFk/s320/IMG_3954.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610101222718408866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been over two months since I've posted here! To say I've been busy is the understatement of the year, but also the biggest excuse. Regardless, there's so much to tell but let's start with this update: my sweet tater-tot is 6 months old and my wildman is going on 4 1/2.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TIME is FLYING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OUzX4Nft84M/TdsVV1N14cI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jCMy-2cIrX0/s320/IMG_3959.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610101225626657218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to stop time in its tracks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enough with the mushy stuff and on to more meaty substance. Well, not exactly meaty. I wanted to share this recipe and it has NO meat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;red bean vegetable jambalaya-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 tbs veg. oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 large onion, sliced (maybe use zucchini if you can't use onion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 large carrots, peeled and sliced into 1/2" coins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 cauliflower, cut into florets, about 6 cups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 large green pepper, cut into 1" pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 cloves garlic, peeled and chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 cans diced tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 tbs cajun/creole seasoning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 can kidney beans, drained and rinsed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 pkg 7 oz. couscous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Heat oil in stock pot over med. heat. Add the onion and carrots and cook 6 min., stirring occasionally.  Add cauliflower and pepper and cook an addition 6 min., stirring occasionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stir in the garlic, tomatoes, cajun seasoning and salt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simmer with lid ajar for 25 min., stir occasionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add beans and simmer 3 min., until beans are heated through and veggies are fork tender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While jambalaya is cooking prepare couscous according to pkg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serve jambalaya over couscous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I served it with cornbread and you know you could always add chicken, shrimp or sausage or all three, but we really enjoyed it sans meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-83105494459564529?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/83105494459564529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-shes-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/83105494459564529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/83105494459564529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-shes-back.html' title='And she&apos;s back...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjQLj3462LQ/TdsVVqYdiKI/AAAAAAAAANI/ueixPTkJNFk/s72-c/IMG_3954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-2681840983192310251</id><published>2011-03-08T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:37:43.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How can you not smile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rv5rjUiIKkg/TXafVz6K3rI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mPbnk-4ifNU/s1600/IMG_4657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rv5rjUiIKkg/TXafVz6K3rI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mPbnk-4ifNU/s320/IMG_4657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581823985232567986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the sudden today has become a downer. It happened about 2:00.  I'm going to try to drag myself out of the blahs and this picture is helping.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend at the farm Tater Tot made her first of many visits to the kitchen sink.  Wildman spent lots of time there before he was mobile. It's a great place to prop her up when we don't have a bouncy seat or swing.  Get a quilt and voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the picture doesn't reveal it, she loved it. Even slept in it.  She has a great view of the valley and the kitchen, what else could she want? I never thought of her as spoiled...but now I'm not so sure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to hunt down a picture of Wildman in the sink.  Found one!&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rfjbWXmN5A/TXagweyqR1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/CObMz2k1AFE/s320/DCP_5925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581825542932023122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See what I mean? All kinds of things to play with and do in the kitchen sink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That little kewpie just sent me over the edge back into Tuesday afternoon happiness.  Hope it helped you too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-2681840983192310251?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2681840983192310251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-can-you-not-smile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2681840983192310251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2681840983192310251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-can-you-not-smile.html' title='How can you not smile?'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rv5rjUiIKkg/TXafVz6K3rI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mPbnk-4ifNU/s72-c/IMG_4657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-9081050000381891436</id><published>2011-02-21T20:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:10:57.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My, how things have changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTGyQgpKi1I/TWMad0fxBgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Fcg0dY_3CAY/s1600/DSC01730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTGyQgpKi1I/TWMad0fxBgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Fcg0dY_3CAY/s320/DSC01730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576329863225214466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Wildman, Mims and Priss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;circa 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(same age as Tater Tot now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seems like Priss is all grown up now (almost 6), and of course my Wildman is 4!  They sure don't stay babies for long.  Excuse me while I go sniff those baby smells (the good ones of course).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-9081050000381891436?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9081050000381891436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-how-things-have-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/9081050000381891436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/9081050000381891436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-how-things-have-changed.html' title='My, how things have changed'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTGyQgpKi1I/TWMad0fxBgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Fcg0dY_3CAY/s72-c/DSC01730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-522168958019343514</id><published>2011-02-13T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:46:57.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Tens and Four Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOy5sq5SysA/TViIOpHQwpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bFAApWYoTjo/s1600/Kelby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOy5sq5SysA/TViIOpHQwpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bFAApWYoTjo/s320/Kelby2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573354324006847122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow is my birthday and Valentine's Day. Don't forget.  I am also heading back to work...full-time.  I debated and debated, but I think this is best or so we'll see.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm over my S A D. (that didn't last long) The sun is supposed to be out ALL week!  I am so excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, by the way, the 5K on Saturday went well. I had a fantastic time run/walking with Mrs. Hatcher.  (I'll post pics soon) So much better than huffing and puffing by myself.  Mims was here all weekend and that always helps to put a pep in my step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be sure to report back on how the first day back goes.  Otherwise, here's a pic that's simply irresistible.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-522168958019343514?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/522168958019343514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-tens-and-four-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/522168958019343514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/522168958019343514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-tens-and-four-ones.html' title='Three Tens and Four Ones'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOy5sq5SysA/TViIOpHQwpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bFAApWYoTjo/s72-c/Kelby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-2264095740666634745</id><published>2011-02-09T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:11:08.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>S-A-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TVLz-ky-EoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LukwLLKxWh0/s1600/IMG_3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TVLz-ky-EoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LukwLLKxWh0/s320/IMG_3637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571783945365623426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think S-A-D set in today. There's no sun and I've lost any motivation I ever had to actually exercise.  I don't care about the cold, but I really like for the sun to shine.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year about this time I was in Vegas. I think that broke up the dreary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, all will change come Monday when it's back to work for me.  I think Tater Tot will be in shock for a week or so, but she'll get used to it pretty quick.  She's done really well so far.  I am excited about getting back into a routine, however crazy that will be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I've got to go perk up, maybe give myself an attitude adjustment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-2264095740666634745?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2264095740666634745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/s-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2264095740666634745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2264095740666634745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/s-d.html' title='S-A-D'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TVLz-ky-EoI/AAAAAAAAAMc/LukwLLKxWh0/s72-c/IMG_3637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-4949283685104475987</id><published>2011-02-01T20:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:02:59.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To sleep or not to sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TUjFStcpEGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jFfVxZcoYD8/s1600/Kelby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TUjFStcpEGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jFfVxZcoYD8/s320/Kelby3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568917864471662690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tater Tot went to school for the first time yesterday and of course I didn't take a picture. But here's a cute one for you anyway.  Her nap schedule was pretty laughable, the first nap lasting from 10:55 to 11:00.  The naps did get progressively longer (40 minutes at most), but it cracked me up that they recorded the five minute nap.  All-in-all the school day was a success.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's been fighting sleep this past week, and to me, that's so perplexing.  It's not something we continue to do as adults, well, maybe kind of we do.  If you knew it was OK for you to fall asleep anytime, anywhere, wouldn't you? The only good reasons we fight sleep are 1) because it's late and we're driving home, or 2) we're sitting at our desk at work.  Is the infant's concern about "missing" something that strong?  I can't imagine so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can guess she's asleep right now- in the swing.  In fact I think both the kids are asleep, and here I am on the computer. Not really sure what else I'd do (dishes and laundry are done), maybe I'll get caught up on my Bible reading.  I read this morning about the Crucifixion and it still amazes me that God would send his ONLY Son to die for us.  Can you imagine doing that for ANYONE, much less us?  God's love is so many things, I just erased several words that seemed so inadequate to describe it.  Go read Matthew, I just finished and it's amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-4949283685104475987?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4949283685104475987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-sleep-or-not-to-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4949283685104475987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4949283685104475987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-sleep-or-not-to-sleep.html' title='To sleep or not to sleep...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TUjFStcpEGI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jFfVxZcoYD8/s72-c/Kelby3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-1209919513480591598</id><published>2011-01-26T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:35:12.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You want a little cheese to go with that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TUCgL60IoAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/y_kMI62rFfg/s1600/IMG_4507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TUCgL60IoAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/y_kMI62rFfg/s320/IMG_4507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566625266056863746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope some of you can sympathize when I say I've heard enough whining to last me a lifetime. PLEASE tell me it's just a phase.  I actually flat out ask him if he whines like he does at home, at school-and he said "No." Well, glad we could be your audience.  You see that beautiful smiling face? He can turn it to tears in about 1 second.  I really don't think this has anything to do with Tater-tot, but it could, deep down.  But being the positive outlook Mom I am, I'm just going to grin and hug him.  The time-outs and yelling don't seem to be getting us anywhere.  Yelling never works for anything, but sometimes it does make you feel better.  Maybe that should be one of my New Year goals.  No more yelling. Do you think if I whisper he'll listen better?  I'm going to try it.  I'll let ya know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-1209919513480591598?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1209919513480591598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-want-little-cheese-to-go-with-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1209919513480591598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1209919513480591598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-want-little-cheese-to-go-with-that.html' title='You want a little cheese to go with that?'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TUCgL60IoAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/y_kMI62rFfg/s72-c/IMG_4507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-5243560923732934980</id><published>2011-01-19T18:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:56:06.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That was close...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TTeGg2yaM2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/RcgoeC2gxg0/s1600/IMG_3850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TTeGg2yaM2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/RcgoeC2gxg0/s320/IMG_3850.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564063763660419938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found out the hard way that my sweet sweet sweet baby girl would not take a bottle.  This came as somewhat of a surprise seeing as she had taken a bottle just two weeks before (and other times too).  Anyway, Suge and I went out to dinner with friends on Friday night and Tater Tot decided she was NOT going to take a bottle for our dear sitter.  Nor was she going to take one for Suge on Saturday night.  So needless to say I've been pushing the bottle with desperation (she can probably smell it) ever since.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Wednesday, was a success.  Thank the Lord!  I'm going back to work in less than a month and I would really like for her to eat while she's at school.  I never thought I'd make such a silly parenting mistake, but it's called survival folks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your biggest mistake so far?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-5243560923732934980?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5243560923732934980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/that-was-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5243560923732934980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5243560923732934980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/that-was-close.html' title='That was close...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TTeGg2yaM2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/RcgoeC2gxg0/s72-c/IMG_3850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-4446194169576051911</id><published>2011-01-16T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:24:10.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All of the sudden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TTPCINdDRfI/AAAAAAAAALo/mlUDxnMe2sg/s320/IMG_4512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563003411038946802" /&gt;Lately I've been living my life two hours at a time. If you've ever had a baby you probably remember just what I mean. I sit down to feed Tater Tot and all of the sudden it's time to feed her again. The next thing I know a whole week has gone by and I'm telling people she's 9 weeks old! What?!?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had lots and lots and lots of snow lately. It would be one thing if we lived in a place where we expected to be wearing our long underwear ALL the time (you know, some place like Montana--I still haven't given up my dream of living there one day), but in Tennessee? I'm over it. I really don't mind the cold, but the snow, I could do without.  Anyway, here's a pic of Suge and Wildman venturing out-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TTPDkLn8PmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/d2XZH_KhL0k/s1600/IMG_4503.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TTPDkLn8PmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/d2XZH_KhL0k/s1600/IMG_4503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TTPDkLn8PmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/d2XZH_KhL0k/s320/IMG_4503.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563004991095717474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you had a great Holiday season, we sure did.  Now, to get back into a routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-4446194169576051911?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4446194169576051911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-of-sudden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4446194169576051911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4446194169576051911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-of-sudden.html' title='All of the sudden'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TTPCINdDRfI/AAAAAAAAALo/mlUDxnMe2sg/s72-c/IMG_4512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-920187513651887753</id><published>2010-11-19T14:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:09:51.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK WHO'S HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TObZfNzxcLI/AAAAAAAAALc/AeDClKDHd5A/s1600/IMG_4639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TObZfNzxcLI/AAAAAAAAALc/AeDClKDHd5A/s320/IMG_4639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541355521831956658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TObZeq0sicI/AAAAAAAAALU/JdNibDhTRLI/s1600/IMG_4621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TObZeq0sicI/AAAAAAAAALU/JdNibDhTRLI/s320/IMG_4621.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541355512440588738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-920187513651887753?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/920187513651887753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/look-whos-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/920187513651887753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/920187513651887753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/look-whos-here.html' title='LOOK WHO&apos;S HERE!'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TObZfNzxcLI/AAAAAAAAALc/AeDClKDHd5A/s72-c/IMG_4639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-2562384730394102566</id><published>2010-11-11T14:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:13:57.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TNxM0-CWm2I/AAAAAAAAALM/ncS_nJAa64c/s1600/IMG_4356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TNxM0-CWm2I/AAAAAAAAALM/ncS_nJAa64c/s320/IMG_4356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538386114648644450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been home alone some today, and as I clean and straighten up our house getting ready for the new joy in our lives I can't help but look around and see just how blessed we are.  Not that I don't know it everyday, it's just that somedays it's hard to see the forest for the trees, if you know what I mean.  I and we seem to get so bogged down in the daily, petty stuff.  Then days like today happen.  I upload some pictures and see these beautiful blue eyes staring right at me and I wonder how I could ever be concerned about the dog hair in the hallway. I'm so thankful for my God and all he has done for us.  I'm trying to honor Him as a person, wife, mother and friend, but I know good and well I need to keep on trying!  But I feel good in knowing I've got a Godly goal.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's your something to chew on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to see you soon, while holding a little bitty precious baby girl in my arms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Stone  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-2562384730394102566?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2562384730394102566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2562384730394102566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2562384730394102566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TNxM0-CWm2I/AAAAAAAAALM/ncS_nJAa64c/s72-c/IMG_4356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-6973397020060310899</id><published>2010-11-08T20:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:13:41.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TNitq9bDRZI/AAAAAAAAALE/6S-aCkAhWCg/s1600/IMG_4101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TNitq9bDRZI/AAAAAAAAALE/6S-aCkAhWCg/s320/IMG_4101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537366695406159250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My how the time has passed. I have one baby going on 4 years old and another that will be here in just a few days. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I can't believe it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pregnancy sure makes the year fly by.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep us ALL in your prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; xoxo-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-6973397020060310899?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6973397020060310899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6973397020060310899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6973397020060310899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-days.html' title='5 days?'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TNitq9bDRZI/AAAAAAAAALE/6S-aCkAhWCg/s72-c/IMG_4101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-1719508311459337999</id><published>2010-10-20T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T09:13:15.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3.5 Weeks and Counting</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of posts, but really what has been going on? We've been playing soccer, celebrating our anniversary and washing clothes. Sometimes it's really hard to blog about things like that. I will say we had a fantastic time in Chattanooga celebrating 8 years of matrimony. We had massages, ate like kings and relaxed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a pretty funny picture to share. I had an even funnier one of me, but couldn't decide if my bum or belly was bigger, so I just decided to forego that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman's 87 year old grandmother, just having fun on a Saturday afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TL74dPZxClI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2hXJ5ZvOOP0/s1600/Non.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530130573692045906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TL74dPZxClI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2hXJ5ZvOOP0/s320/Non.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update when there's something more exciting to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;Mama Stone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-1719508311459337999?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1719508311459337999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/35-weeks-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1719508311459337999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1719508311459337999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/35-weeks-and-counting.html' title='3.5 Weeks and Counting'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TL74dPZxClI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2hXJ5ZvOOP0/s72-c/Non.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-1257317606832693498</id><published>2010-09-23T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:53:54.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant and Waiting.</title><content type='html'>Approximately 7 weeks to go. &lt;br /&gt;My how time flies when you are having fun.&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to meet our Baby Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;Mama Stone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-1257317606832693498?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1257317606832693498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/pregnant-and-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1257317606832693498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1257317606832693498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/pregnant-and-waiting.html' title='Pregnant and Waiting.'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-162640765663179633</id><published>2010-09-06T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:59:41.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Labor Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TIUPPeK1BZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SiVH0IUzwlQ/s1600/IMG_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TIUPPeK1BZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SiVH0IUzwlQ/s320/IMG_1173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513830077255976338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 years ago this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happened to my baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's all grown up!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, excuse me while I go love on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great NO WORK, NO SCHOOL day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-162640765663179633?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/162640765663179633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-labor-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/162640765663179633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/162640765663179633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-labor-day.html' title='Happy Labor Day!'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TIUPPeK1BZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SiVH0IUzwlQ/s72-c/IMG_1173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-323858146196501038</id><published>2010-09-03T20:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:12:41.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Football Time in Tennessee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TIGclHw8GCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UZJPN_9SK_s/s1600/IMG_4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TIGclHw8GCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UZJPN_9SK_s/s320/IMG_4190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512859580431603746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Go Vols, as we refer to them around here, have their first game tomorrow.  Does that mean it's officially fall?  I sure hope so.  My baby boy shows his UT pride even in his sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am officially 10 weeks away from my due date. On the countdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1540586894698930822-323858146196501038?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/323858146196501038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-football-time-in-tennessee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/323858146196501038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/323858146196501038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-football-time-in-tennessee.html' title='It&apos;s Football Time in Tennessee'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TIGclHw8GCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UZJPN_9SK_s/s72-c/IMG_4190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-708729790596577255</id><published>2010-08-06T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:53:10.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O What a Night...</title><content type='html'>So it's 10 til 8 on Friday night. I have washed clothes and picked up and put up. But I have also eaten pizza and danced with my Wildman (he loves to be dipped).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the while listening to A Carolina Jubilee.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't put a price on a night like tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Stone&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/1540586894698930822-708729790596577255?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/708729790596577255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-what-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/708729790596577255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/708729790596577255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-what-night.html' title='O What a Night...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-7213008556557340110</id><published>2010-07-12T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:03:29.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TDvIM8Xh5CI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TOQTr5BO5BU/s1600/IMG_3486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TDvIM8Xh5CI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TOQTr5BO5BU/s320/IMG_3486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493204295197254690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly type the whole story, but let's just sum it up like this...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Wildman and I got home on Friday to discover one of our dogs with his head stuck under the gate in a puddle of water.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I knew he was alive when I started trying to get him free, but was very unsure when I had to run around front to get the gate open. He was NOT moving. Wildman was hot on my heels.  This could have been a disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Got the gate open, he wriggled free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He was COVERED in mud and Wildman had left the back door open. He immediately ran inside and shook off and covered my dining room, kitchen and foyer in muddy prints and shake- off residue.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We had to give him a bath on the deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He now has a horrific ear infection, that FYI: couldn't smell worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The vet came, $175.00, two shots, a pill and some drops later, he does seem to be doing better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-That's him in the foreground, obviously not on Friday, as it's been 150 degrees around here, but the picture looked so inviting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Otherwise all is well around here. Kelby Jane is kicking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-7213008556557340110?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7213008556557340110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/doggie-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7213008556557340110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7213008556557340110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/doggie-drama.html' title='Doggie Drama'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TDvIM8Xh5CI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TOQTr5BO5BU/s72-c/IMG_3486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-6405095107956907397</id><published>2010-06-30T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:44:29.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By Tuesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TCvw9jD4RVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AQk5Gb2SAGk/s1600/IMG_4102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488745511055279442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TCvw9jD4RVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AQk5Gb2SAGk/s320/IMG_4102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is exactly how I'll feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long weekends are fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you need a vacation after them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 4th of July everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-6405095107956907397?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6405095107956907397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/by-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6405095107956907397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6405095107956907397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/by-tuesday.html' title='By Tuesday...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TCvw9jD4RVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AQk5Gb2SAGk/s72-c/IMG_4102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-5780264901809598368</id><published>2010-06-29T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:57:56.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TCnmZMVmn1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/7Qmdd5UwmVE/s1600/IMG_4130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488170941410615122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TCnmZMVmn1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/7Qmdd5UwmVE/s320/IMG_4130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you didn't know it's been really hot around here the last couple of weeks. When it gets this hot we tend to stay indoors. When we stay indoors for this long, we tend to get bored. (See picture) It's amazing how Wildman's tees fit our Rook. Yes, he was rockin' the Yellow Submarine tee and he loved it.  What do you do when it's too hot to go out? Surely it's not as fun or funny as this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's cooling off this week! Back outside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-5780264901809598368?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5780264901809598368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/dog-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5780264901809598368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5780264901809598368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/dog-days-of-summer.html' title='Dog Days of Summer'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TCnmZMVmn1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/7Qmdd5UwmVE/s72-c/IMG_4130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-4705638856833052096</id><published>2010-06-27T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:49:22.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Thing Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TCfxbD1z0fI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CBJnxSkCvY4/s1600/IMG_4162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TCfxbD1z0fI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CBJnxSkCvY4/s320/IMG_4162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487620118164001266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildman spent some time with Mom and Poppy this weekend. She took him to the movie on Friday and they popped into Macy's to see what there was to see.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wildman found these for "His Baby."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now tell me that's not the sweetest thing EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-4705638856833052096?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4705638856833052096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweetest-thing-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4705638856833052096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4705638856833052096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweetest-thing-ever.html' title='The Sweetest Thing Ever'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TCfxbD1z0fI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CBJnxSkCvY4/s72-c/IMG_4162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-1829560947306035779</id><published>2010-06-27T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:46:59.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Cutting 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TCfw4b4GSxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JnRlyS5xkzU/s1600/IMG_4135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TCfw4b4GSxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JnRlyS5xkzU/s320/IMG_4135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487619523320630034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously Suge didn't pass this course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1540586894698930822-1829560947306035779?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1829560947306035779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/bang-cutting-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1829560947306035779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1829560947306035779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/bang-cutting-101.html' title='Bang Cutting 101'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TCfw4b4GSxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JnRlyS5xkzU/s72-c/IMG_4135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-8419612635410388689</id><published>2010-06-19T22:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:32:40.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TB2KaQ2D4LI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HVX-r7ff2rY/s1600/DSC02464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TB2KaQ2D4LI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HVX-r7ff2rY/s320/DSC02464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484692105010077874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TB2KaQ2D4LI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HVX-r7ff2rY/s1600/DSC02464.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The First Dad in my life. Shown here with Wildman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TB2KY31EB4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/aTenE-qaIfk/s1600/DSC00433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TB2KY31EB4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/aTenE-qaIfk/s320/DSC00433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484692081115137922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TB2KY31EB4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/aTenE-qaIfk/s1600/DSC00433.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Second Dad in my life. Shown here with Priss.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TB2KZS4f-ZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KPD-6n1ll6U/s320/IMG_251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484692088377309586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dad I miss. Shown here with Wildman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TB2KXlsMb8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/il2BRYOtsVg/s1600/DSC01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TB2KXlsMb8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/il2BRYOtsVg/s320/DSC01388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484692059066232770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TB2KXlsMb8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/il2BRYOtsVg/s1600/DSC01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dad I get to spend the rest of my life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shown here with Wildman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Father's Day to one and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-8419612635410388689?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8419612635410388689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8419612635410388689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8419612635410388689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TB2KaQ2D4LI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HVX-r7ff2rY/s72-c/DSC02464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-3797247182494806039</id><published>2010-06-15T16:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:17:30.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Roll Please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TBftmwHM7GI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9sibeGFFQdw/s1600/Feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483112321352789090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TBftmwHM7GI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9sibeGFFQdw/s320/Feet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my little baby girl's feet. Aren't they sweet? We couldn't be more excited. Especially Wildman. He still insists her name is Tater Tot, so until we decide otherwise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-3797247182494806039?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3797247182494806039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/drum-roll-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3797247182494806039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3797247182494806039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum Roll Please...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TBftmwHM7GI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9sibeGFFQdw/s72-c/Feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-6686814269635270671</id><published>2010-06-14T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T08:26:12.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tater Tot</title><content type='html'>I'll announce the findings of our ultrasound, (maybe with pictures) tomorrow.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get ready...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there will be a great Wildman story, as he is going with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-6686814269635270671?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6686814269635270671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/tater-tot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6686814269635270671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6686814269635270671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/tater-tot.html' title='Tater Tot'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-990667560410501911</id><published>2010-06-08T19:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:46:21.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Hormones?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what you are talking about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I have broken down three times in the last four days. Not my best record. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upside: We find out on Monday, if this lil' tater tot is a boy or girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which I'm sure will also cause a flood of emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. At least I have an excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-990667560410501911?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/990667560410501911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/pregnancy-hormones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/990667560410501911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/990667560410501911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/pregnancy-hormones.html' title='Pregnancy Hormones?'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-506851932816055017</id><published>2010-06-01T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:10:34.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss A Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TAW8wQswjxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1MRRvLRbSXA/s1600/IMG_3812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TAW8wQswjxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1MRRvLRbSXA/s320/IMG_3812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477992059068518162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From time to time Miss A gives Wildman things her kids have out-grown and a few weeks ago she brought over a huge bag of dress-up clothes. Apparently Suge couldn't resist. I mean who knew there would be dress-up clothes for adults in the bag too? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love me some Robin Hood/Peter Pan/Jolly Green Giant.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-506851932816055017?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/506851932816055017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/miss-strikes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/506851932816055017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/506851932816055017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/miss-strikes-again.html' title='Miss A Strikes Again'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/TAW8wQswjxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/1MRRvLRbSXA/s72-c/IMG_3812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-1569996924835701029</id><published>2010-05-27T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:27:58.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I C U LOOKIN'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S_8sxWwAi1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/3fHeyyC6fYk/s1600/IMG_4008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476144898337966930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S_8sxWwAi1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/3fHeyyC6fYk/s320/IMG_4008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know why I thought of a circa 1989 low rider window sayin' when I saw this picture, but I'm pretty sure Suge has his eyes open, even if it's just a slit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you  Suge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-1569996924835701029?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1569996924835701029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-c-u-lookin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1569996924835701029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1569996924835701029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-c-u-lookin.html' title='I C U LOOKIN&apos;'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S_8sxWwAi1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/3fHeyyC6fYk/s72-c/IMG_4008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-4630004961258648585</id><published>2010-05-27T21:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:14:03.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S_8lmISA81I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PRn-Nq4izr4/s1600/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S_8lmISA81I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PRn-Nq4izr4/s320/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476137008894112594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my...I can't believe my very first baby (he's not actually mine of course), just graduated preschool tonight. Before we know it, we'll be crying at high school graduation. Where does the time go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-4630004961258648585?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4630004961258648585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/preschool-graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4630004961258648585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4630004961258648585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/preschool-graduation.html' title='Preschool Graduation'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S_8lmISA81I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PRn-Nq4izr4/s72-c/DSC00643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-2554224869478864986</id><published>2010-05-26T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:20:00.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Heart</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a month since I last visited here with you and I'm sorry.  But I promise to make it up to you. There will be pictures galore in my next post, don't you worry.  Today, I want to take a few minutes to tell you about a book I've been reading and how it's been working on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is called &lt;em&gt;Plan B&lt;/em&gt;, it was written by Pete Wilson of Crosspoint Community Church in Nashville. The same church Mom, Uncle C and Sweetheart attend. Mom got me the book 2 months ago and I just started it a week or so ago.  Anyway...  so far there have been many things in the book that have hit home with me but nothing like this passage from Chapter 8 called Darkness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can You Handle It?  Like you, perhaps, I grew up in church.  And my overall experience with that was actually quite positive.  I'm not one who walks around bitter and carrying a lot of baggage from my early church experiences.  However, there were several times in my life when well-meaning people spoke what they thought were scriptural truths into my life.  But those "truths," which actually were not scriptural at all, just created layers of distortions about how I relate to God.  One particular phrase I seemed to hear over and over was this: "God will never give you more than you can handle."  It sounds so sweet and biblical, like something my grandmother would have done in needlepoint and hung on the wall in her house.  The problem is, nothing could be further from the truth.  Where in the world did we get such a whacked theology?  Where's that verse in the Bible? Hallucinations 4:32 maybe?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes on to say:  "Here's the truth--and this one is thoroughly biblical: throughout life you will face one situation after another that will be completely beyond what you can handle." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says the Bible is packed full of stories of people who were given more than they could handle and they were forced to make a choice--"either abandon God or worship him in the midst of a Plan B." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially what we are being taught here is that, God wants us to depend on him. He does not want us to think we can do it on our own.  And let me say this, I've used that phrase more times than you can imagine trying to comfort someone, I am GUILTY.  But doesn't this theology make much more sense? After reading this chapter I couldn't help but think about the families in Nashville that have lost everything, my friend who recently lost a loved one unexpectedly or all those fishermen in Louisiana that are out of work indefinitely.  Now, I want to give totally different advice.  I want to say lean on Him now more than ever.  Take comfort in Him. He wants you to know that you need Him.  And I believe He will get you through this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can purchase the book on Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya friends.&lt;br /&gt;Mama Stone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-2554224869478864986?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2554224869478864986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2554224869478864986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2554224869478864986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-my-heart.html' title='On My Heart'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-4687381643070250017</id><published>2010-04-23T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T15:06:22.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March &amp; April, where have you gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S9H9LTOfrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wyUkREXKPK0/s1600/HayBale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463426193558580946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S9H9LTOfrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wyUkREXKPK0/s320/HayBale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm over the whole giving you a report on how bad and/or good I'm doing on my New Year Resolutions. Mostly because I missed March and April is almost over, and I think the ones that I have done well keeping are the same ones I mentioned in February. The ones I need to work on, are the same ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots has been going on. I did run a race on March 20th. That went pretty good. An old friend from high school came and ran it too, as did Uncle C and Sweetheart. Mom walked this one and got a TROPHY! We went out for pancakes after, that was MY favorite part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attended Mule Day for the first time this year. That was actually mine and Wildman's something new we did together this month. I wish I had pictures but I'm becoming more forgetful as time moves on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which reminds me, I failed to inform you that I'm pregnant. Oops! Yes, of course it was planned, do you know me? But Suge and I have been talking it over (well I've done most of the talking) for almost a year. He finally gave in, I mean agreed it would be best for our family so here we are. On Monday I got to hear the heartbeat and was informed that I was approximately 10 1/2 weeks pregnant. Wildman is beside himself. He has all kinds of questions. It really has been interesting since I don't really know too many friends that have had their second child when their first child is this age (the curious I want to know and ask everything age). I've been posting some of our funny question and answer sessions on Facebook, so I won't bore you with them here. But be sure to know HE WANTS A SISTER. He had informed us long ago that he wanted a big sister (heaven knows why. my brother sure didn't), but has conceded that maybe a little sister would be ok. I'm still unsure how we are going to break it to him if it does end up being a boy. I've still got to think on that one. I've been feeling lots better these past two weeks and will be glad to get past the 12 week mark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, before I get past 12 weeks I must take a quick vaca to Miami with some girls to celebrate Uncle C and Sweetheart's nearing wedding. Can you believe it's one month away? How unattractive could I possibly look in a swimsuit right now. Oh, I'll let you know. I think I'm just going to make the bride look that much more fabulous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-4687381643070250017?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4687381643070250017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/march-april-where-have-you-gone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4687381643070250017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4687381643070250017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/march-april-where-have-you-gone.html' title='March &amp; April, where have you gone?'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S9H9LTOfrtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/wyUkREXKPK0/s72-c/HayBale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-4053131045258899333</id><published>2010-04-05T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:12:37.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What I've Been Dealing With</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S7qKI63x2qI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SBHav4pHgIs/s1600/IMG_3756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S7qKI63x2qI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SBHav4pHgIs/s320/IMG_3756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456825784359574178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post you a really good update soon. Meanwhile if you need a good laugh, log in and look at this crazy guy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Stone&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/1540586894698930822-4053131045258899333?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4053131045258899333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-what-ive-been-dealing-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4053131045258899333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4053131045258899333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-what-ive-been-dealing-with.html' title='This Is What I&apos;ve Been Dealing With'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S7qKI63x2qI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SBHav4pHgIs/s72-c/IMG_3756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-3311512328226783817</id><published>2010-03-18T10:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:35:21.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And she's back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S6JIHHg_sHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZXy5x99f7oI/s1600-h/Cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449997786185445490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S6JIHHg_sHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZXy5x99f7oI/s320/Cupcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10 days later and the funk is over. What I have done in the meantime: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have run, had my hair colored, been a concert goer, had dinner with friends, shopped with Mom and Step-Mom, attended church, life group, and a book fair, and plenty other boring Mom/Wife-like things that I know you couldn't care less about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to a 5K on Saturday, since Mom, Uncle C and Sweetheart are all joining in. I think a friend from high school is running it too. I can honestly say that I will NEVER be able to run the whole thing, my running has all of the sudden gone to pot, but I'm excited none the less. It'll be fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the sun is going to come out today, that always makes for a better mood. When we left the house this morning everyONE was in a good mood. Do you know how few times that has EVER happened? I will cherish the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-3311512328226783817?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3311512328226783817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-shes-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3311512328226783817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3311512328226783817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-shes-back.html' title='And she&apos;s back...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S6JIHHg_sHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZXy5x99f7oI/s72-c/Cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-4136775880759749306</id><published>2010-03-08T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:12:47.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funk</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in a funk? I think it happens to people a lot at the end of winter. Some call it seasonal depression. I call it the funk.  It all started about 3 weekends ago when the weather was really nice and we got to play outside and enjoy the sunshine. Then something happened... At first it was mysterious and I couldn't really put my finger on it. I felt bored, sad, tired and sluggish all at the same time.  I was wearing my sweaters again and I hated everything in my closet.  Then it hit me...when it snowed AGAIN.  I'm ready for spring.  Ready to leave the back door open and quit wearing wool. I'm ready to run outside and ditch my friend the treadmill. I'm ready to see that first buttercup and enjoy coffee and cookies outside, all while Wildman digs in the dirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now that I've identified my problem (admitting you have a problem is the first step, right?) I can take action to move past it.  If nothing else, I've got the fact that the time changes this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is shaping up to be a pretty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll take a run outside. That's a step in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-4136775880759749306?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4136775880759749306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/funk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4136775880759749306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4136775880759749306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/funk.html' title='The Funk'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-777955351022370115</id><published>2010-02-27T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T15:53:31.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S4mT_Y34y4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/L6Q9EX52nNU/s1600-h/IMG_2680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S4mT_Y34y4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/L6Q9EX52nNU/s320/IMG_2680.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443044341871856514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of doing this wrap up on the month of February I was reminded that I'm another year older. When is it going to feel like I am an adult, not just a 17 year old stuffed into a family with a husband to care for and a child to look after? It seems weird to think I'm 30 something. When did this happen? The years have flown by, and all I can say is so far this year has been AWESOME! I've really been pushing myself to be a better me. Drum roll please...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my 20 miles this month although it nearly killed me (just kidding). But I was very unmotivated, one week I only ran 3 miles.  Anyway... Next month 25 miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother: I must keep my voice raising in check. This one has been really hard, but I feel like I'm slipping. Gotta keep this one in mind.  Wildman, Suge and I went to a spaygetti dinner after church last Sunday, that was a first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wife:  Suge and I went to Vegas and while he spent lots of time learning, I spent lots of time having fun, but also lifting him up! This is going to be a great year for him and his business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Financial: Still haven't made the appointment and here it is March, but we did find out that we don't have to PAY taxes this year. Thank goodness. That's a step in the right direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiritual:  On track with my Bible reading. Suge did call regarding a life group that meets on Sunday nights. I hope we go this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fitness:  I lifted weights once this month and couldn't move my arms for days! I better step it up, it's almost spring!  Met my running goal. I'm running a 5K on the 20th and ran one on Feb. 13th too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Health: Still an A+.  Also have Wildman flossing every day too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random: Cleaned out the cabinet under my bathroom sink.  Working on friendships too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think maybe I should get a B++ for February. Especially since I ran that 5K and since I convinced Suge to run it too (see pic).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope your year is going just as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-777955351022370115?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/777955351022370115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-wrap-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/777955351022370115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/777955351022370115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-wrap-up.html' title='February Wrap Up'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S4mT_Y34y4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/L6Q9EX52nNU/s72-c/IMG_2680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-3890167481873647616</id><published>2010-02-19T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:52:05.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Friday</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/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S38_vfB4DjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HCw5WOYQG8o/s1600-h/IMG_3742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S38_vfB4DjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HCw5WOYQG8o/s320/IMG_3742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440136959902617138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S38_vMyWZxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/T7we6055OXg/s1600-h/IMG_3741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S38_vMyWZxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/T7we6055OXg/s320/IMG_3741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440136955005658898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of bloggers have wordless Wednesdays, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I think I'll start Freaky Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one's for you Mims-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-3890167481873647616?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3890167481873647616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/freaky-friday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3890167481873647616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3890167481873647616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/freaky-friday.html' title='Freaky Friday'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S38_vfB4DjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HCw5WOYQG8o/s72-c/IMG_3742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-2344601673713312123</id><published>2010-02-16T20:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:45:21.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Holiday Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S3tYG5z0c4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/9YnHvW-rZhM/s1600-h/IMG_4172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S3tYG5z0c4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/9YnHvW-rZhM/s320/IMG_4172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439037850600633218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday night after a 3 day holiday weekend, and a week of holiday for me personally, so you can understand when I say: It's 8:42 p.m. and I'm going to take a bath and go to bed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No questions asked.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1540586894698930822-2344601673713312123?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2344601673713312123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-holiday-stress.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2344601673713312123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2344601673713312123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-holiday-stress.html' title='Post Holiday Stress'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S3tYG5z0c4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/9YnHvW-rZhM/s72-c/IMG_4172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-1563589813707110126</id><published>2010-02-02T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:47:13.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning for Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S2g6nYcYIdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/u1dRwIlzR6o/s1600-h/IMG_3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S2g6nYcYIdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/u1dRwIlzR6o/s320/IMG_3308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433657398673285586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...6 more weeks of winter huh? That's what the groundhog says!  I don't mind it really, but when I think of all the wonderful things we do in the spring, I am sort of ready. Ready to let Wildman be wild, OUTSIDE!  The girls are already planning for a spring ride and I can say without a doubt that I'll be ready for that.  There's also a trip to Miami for Sweetheart's bachelorette party, and then the wedding (which is like 3 months and 20 days away--not to give you heart failure Sweetheart, but just a quick FYI).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what are your plans for spring? Do they include getting out into nature?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-1563589813707110126?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1563589813707110126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/planning-for-spring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1563589813707110126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1563589813707110126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/planning-for-spring.html' title='Planning for Spring'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S2g6nYcYIdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/u1dRwIlzR6o/s72-c/IMG_3308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-4173382534057584956</id><published>2010-02-01T09:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:27:43.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Report on the month of January</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S2g16XKujQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0SDs5ybgB_8/s1600-h/IMG_3416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S2g16XKujQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0SDs5ybgB_8/s320/IMG_3416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433652227190197506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S2g1Y9kgCsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Dj0m_00NBeo/s1600-h/IMG_3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I came up with my mileage goal for February since today is the 1st. I thought I'd try to do 20 miles this month. It's actually more than I did in January, but not too lofty. Actually if I ran 3.1 twice a week I'd meet this quite easily, but since I get bored at mile 2, I thought I'd push myself just a little this month. So 20 miles it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my other goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Still working on the raising of my voice, but getting a LOT better. Sawyer and I went to the Rodeo (although that's not entirely new, it's not something we get to do but once a year-so it counts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Must work harder on these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial: Took at step toward finding that advisor. Probably about to blow the whole spend less goal out of the water when we go to Vegas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual: On track with my Bible reading. Haven't made a step toward finding a life group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitness: Set my goal (see above). Have not lifted weights, that may be beginning in March. But, I am running a 5K in two weeks and have one penciled in for March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: A+ Have taken my vitamin and flossed EVERY day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: Have cleaned out Wildman's closet and my green cabinet in the kitchen. Working on friendships too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I get a B for January. Confessing it to you like this will help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it going for you?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Pic is from Turkey Trot 5K, I don't think I posted QT's poster! Thanks again for your support.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-4173382534057584956?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4173382534057584956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/report-on-month-of-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4173382534057584956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4173382534057584956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/report-on-month-of-january.html' title='Report on the month of January'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S2g16XKujQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0SDs5ybgB_8/s72-c/IMG_3416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-2370001555541331526</id><published>2010-01-29T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:29:38.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Plethora of News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S2NhBF8M7nI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DOtQfgz27ZI/s1600-h/IMG_4229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S2NhBF8M7nI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DOtQfgz27ZI/s320/IMG_4229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432292246941396594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home with Wildman this afternoon, since the winter weather has blown in.  It was fun to leave work at 3:00 and come home to hot tea and re-runs of Diego!  In other breaking news...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suge and I leave for Vegas in just a little over a week.  I am excited.  My week is planned and so is his (although mine sounds WAY more fun).  We get in on Monday. I get a massage on Tuesday, he goes to seminar.  I go to the Grand Canyon on Wednesday, he goes to seminar. I go shopping and casino hopping on Thursday, he goes to seminar. Thursday night we see LOVE. Friday we come home.  What do you think? He may actually skip out on Thursday, since that was the original plan, but it is a free class. So we'll see... Pictures to come on that for SURE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday is coming up in roughly two weeks and I am challenging all my friends and family to complete a 5K.  What better way to turn thirtysomething than to run/walk/jog 3.1 miles! Anyway, there's a race here called Cupid's Chase and I'm pretty pumped. I've got about 8 people committed to doing it. Hope there's many more (hint hint).  Suge says he's going to do it. What's funny about this is, almost every guy (except Suge) is waiting to commit until he knows what the weather will be like. Not a single woman has mentioned it.  What does that tell you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all is well with you.  Headed out to the Rodeo tonight, for a little cowboy fix.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great snow filled weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-2370001555541331526?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2370001555541331526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/plethora-of-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2370001555541331526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2370001555541331526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/plethora-of-news.html' title='A Plethora of News'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S2NhBF8M7nI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DOtQfgz27ZI/s72-c/IMG_4229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-6228793309447494928</id><published>2010-01-21T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:04:40.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>I love to use those three letters together. I don't normally say it, but I love to type it.  Anyway, I noticed reading back over some posts that I can't seem to decide if my 3 year old's ghost name is Wild Man or Wildman.  So...FYI:  either way is correct, and please realize I am always referring to the same person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I feel really nervous today. You know that feeling you get before a big meeting, or a big event. Well, I have it today in the pit of my stomach.  Why you ask. Just so you know, I have NO idea.  In fact, I'd really appreciate it if it just went away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with the girls last night and am really looking forward to going out with some other girls on Friday night to celebrate a birthday.  I really am blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-6228793309447494928?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6228793309447494928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/fyi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6228793309447494928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6228793309447494928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-7904093370736758865</id><published>2010-01-20T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:20:09.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1cs8l-yGtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MR1EEov7us0/s1600-h/WashingHands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428857295317637842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1cs8l-yGtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MR1EEov7us0/s320/WashingHands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I sent a blog post link to a couple of friends and it has already sparked some serious talk AND action. The essence of the blog was this: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Stop feeding what you want to die and starving what you want to live.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That quote alone hit home in so many areas of my life, it's just not funny. So Sweetheart decided she was going to deactivate her fb account for 1 week and see how it changed her week and she ask me to join in. So I did. And so far so good. I read my Bible last night and appear to be ahead of schedule. I also spent some quality time with Suge last night AND I also appear to be getting some work done today. It's a WIN WIN for all involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to read the blog post just see the post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from 1/19 on brandi &amp;amp; boys -----&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck on your refocus. &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/1540586894698930822-7904093370736758865?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7904093370736758865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-of-focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7904093370736758865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7904093370736758865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/change-of-focus.html' title='Change of Focus'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1cs8l-yGtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MR1EEov7us0/s72-c/WashingHands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-3818833951787513183</id><published>2010-01-19T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:36:36.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1Zr4qUO8SI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-YIGNj6CJgg/s1600-h/IMG_4263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1Zr4qUO8SI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-YIGNj6CJgg/s320/IMG_4263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428645022017712418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So QT challenged me to write down my goals for 2010, and then she boldly emailed me hers. I say boldly because hers were really hard ones! I think the idea was we'd keep each other in check, but she had like 20 something goals, I'm not sure I can keep up with mine and hers!  Except I will choose to see if she's biting her nails or not (FYI: never tell me which goal will be the hardest). Anyway, when she sent her goals to me they were broken down in areas of her life (i.e.: wife, mother, financial, spiritual, fitness etc. etc.) and I thought it was such a good idea, especially the random area.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So since I don't have my list in front of me, or even in this house, I'll give you the ones I remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Use my normal voice at all times. Never raise it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Do 1 thing new with Wildman every month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wife:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Let Suge know how much I appreciate what he does for this family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Talk less. Listen more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Financial:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Find a GOOD advisor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Spend less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiritual:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Read the Bible through in a year (thank you River Community Church for the support)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Join a life group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fitness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Set a mileage goal for the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Start lifting weights again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Health:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Floss every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Take a vitamin every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Clean out cupboards and closets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Cultivate friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are all I can remember and since I've shared them with you I expect you to call me on them.  Oh I almost forgot about the one goal I make every year but can never seem to do-wait for it...Quit driving with my left foot!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck with your goals, let me know what they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-3818833951787513183?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3818833951787513183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/goals-for-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3818833951787513183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3818833951787513183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/goals-for-2010.html' title='Goals for 2010'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1Zr4qUO8SI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-YIGNj6CJgg/s72-c/IMG_4263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-8997848257425600247</id><published>2010-01-18T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:09:42.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1SHu06JKoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_dDXXTQTtvo/s1600-h/IMG_4279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1SHu06JKoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_dDXXTQTtvo/s320/IMG_4279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428112689434536578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted pictures! See the last few posts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-8997848257425600247?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8997848257425600247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8997848257425600247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8997848257425600247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/photos.html' title='PHOTOS'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1SHu06JKoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_dDXXTQTtvo/s72-c/IMG_4279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-1720862908238454821</id><published>2010-01-07T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:59:54.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</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/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1SFLou0WMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mXvcGKbHbGk/s1600-h/IMG_4185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1SFLou0WMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mXvcGKbHbGk/s320/IMG_4185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428109885847132354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So the holidays were a success. I can safely say I enjoyed them.  Suge and I headed to the beach the day after Christmas and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.  We spent a little time on New Years Eve at the marina amongst the biggest "boats" you've ever seen!  Wild Man missed us, but he had a blast with family and friends.  He was like a different person when we got home, all grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1SFLx4yTTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gr8v-vUmYQ8/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428109888304860466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just started back to work on Monday and so far so good. I keep holding my breath waiting for the tidal wave to hit.  Hopefully not until next week...I need a good week of rest =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm just counting down the days until VIVA LAS VEGAS!  Suge is taking me for my birthday. I suppose that's a pretty good present huh?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post my new year resolutions soon. First I have to weed out the ones I really can't keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm promising I'm going to post pictures yet again, but this time I really will!  Well, we'll see... (Pictures posted! Wildman and his great-grandpa at Christmas and Wildman's visit to the dino museum while we were gone!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-1720862908238454821?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1720862908238454821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1720862908238454821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1720862908238454821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1SFLou0WMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mXvcGKbHbGk/s72-c/IMG_4185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-5560013026157716943</id><published>2009-12-21T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:57:19.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1SEvtuEgVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2RgzcLmEtzs/s1600-h/IMG_4117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1SEvtuEgVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2RgzcLmEtzs/s320/IMG_4117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428109406149837138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Wild Man's birthday on Saturday. I have to say that having a December birthday is a lot harder for the parents than the child.  Every child invited to the party showed up to celebrate--in my house.  That's the hard part.  If it were May or even October we could attempt to have a wonderful OUTdoor celebration.  But it is absolutely not happening in December. (Unless of course we move to FL, which by the way is not such a bad idea)  Anyway, it was a huge success.  He is very into dinosaurs right, hence the theme.  The cake was a stegasarus, and it couldn't have been cuter! If you ever need a cake lady, I've got her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after church we headed to my grandparent's house for our first Christmas gathering. It was pretty uneventful as far as family functions go.  We had a fabulous dinner! Have I ever told you how much I LOVE HAM! Well, I do.  Wild Man got his 2nd scooter of the weekend, and he's becoming quite the pro. But it's a good thing it came with a helment and knee/elbow pads because we'll need them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suge and I are headed way down south the day after Christmas to enjoy some time with friends at the beach.  I think it's well deserved US time.  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to get to posting those pictures soon.  I promise... (Picture posted! Wildman in the dino dig!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-5560013026157716943?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5560013026157716943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-years-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5560013026157716943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5560013026157716943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-years-old.html' title='3 years old...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1SEvtuEgVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2RgzcLmEtzs/s72-c/IMG_4117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-2219562314310814191</id><published>2009-12-04T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:07:15.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Parties Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1SHEa6TWdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zdytr4GnEiQ/s320/IMG_3491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428111960901376466" /&gt;As much as I love Thanksgiving, I love this time of year for totally different reasons.  I love parties, dressing up, entertaining, and celebrating my baby's birthday!  We kicked off this week with the Christmas parade and will end it with my office Christmas party.  Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I AM GOING TO GET MY TREE DECORATED if it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures soon to come, I promise! (Finally, picture posted! Suge and I at Office Christmas Party.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-2219562314310814191?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2219562314310814191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-parties-begin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2219562314310814191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2219562314310814191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-parties-begin.html' title='Let the Parties Begin'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/S1SHEa6TWdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zdytr4GnEiQ/s72-c/IMG_3491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-5987692348074552169</id><published>2009-12-01T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:02:37.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks on Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Well friends I did it. I ran the race on Thanksgiving Day and never had to walk or stop! Can you believe it? After I'm finished with this post I am going to look back at week 1 and see how far I've come.  My time was 34:30, which is not fantastic but it's alright with me. QT and her man came in to town to show support, she's been such a motivator. Suge and Wildman came out to cheer me in too.  I'll post pics soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great relaxing Thanksgiving. The #1 reason it's my favorite holiday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Christmas though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas parade was last night and it was great! The kids enjoyed themselves even if it was FREEZING! It made it feel like Christmas ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, 12 years ago today Suge and I had our first date (what we mark as the beginning of our relationship, anyway). It was the beginning of 12 happy years together.  Love you Suge, hope there's many, many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just busy loving life.  How 'bout you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-5987692348074552169?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5987692348074552169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-on-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5987692348074552169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5987692348074552169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-on-thanksgiving.html' title='Thanks on Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-739330955160987050</id><published>2009-11-19T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:35:00.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>Well the days are dwindling, the 5k is officially 1 week away.  This is my Week 9.  Tuesday night I decided I had to run 3.1 if I was going to get this thing done so here's what I did:  a 5 minute warm-up and then I ran until I had gone 3.1.  It took 38.38 minutes.  Tonight I'm going to be sure and run the whole 3.1, but I really think I could have done that anyway, I don't cover much ground during my warm-up.  So anyway... the only other thing that really has me worried is the course, it's UPHILL!  Whose idea was that?  I'll be sure to report on how it goes.  Thanksgiving may have a whole different vibe to it, if I pass out first thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday-Sunday I spent time with girlfriends camping and riding.  I must say it was wonderful.  God's glory was really shining on that trip. The weather was absolutely perfect as was the company, food and everything else about the trip. Suge and Wildman had a great weekend too!  Our Friends Thanksgiving was Saturday night and I back for that and then went back to ride on Sunday.  The whole weekend was just fantastic and much needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much else, just getting excited about the holidays.  I know Wildman is going to be so much fun this year, if only I can get him to stick with 1 birthday party theme.  Oh well, we'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-739330955160987050?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/739330955160987050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-has-time-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/739330955160987050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/739330955160987050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-3849030568009301294</id><published>2009-11-04T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:44:05.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 minutes! Say what?</title><content type='html'>I'm sure lots has happened in the life of my family since I last posted, but I'm sure I won't be able to remember it all.  But here goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  This is Week 7 of my running plan and I think I may be running by myself at this point. QT has hurt her knee among other complications, but she gave it the old college try.  Last Saturday, the 3rd day of Week 6 I was to run 25 minutes without walking. Hmmm... thought I.  But I did it, and so began Week 7.  Running 25 minutes without walking all 3 days!  So far so good.  Tonight I think I was more proud of myself for not looking at the time until 15 minutes in, than I was for running the whole thing.  Anyway, I sure hope by Week 9 I'm up to the 3.1 miles.  We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Halloween was a success around here.  Wildman didn't get crazy scared of anything or puke from too much candy, so in my book, that's a pretty good Oct. 31st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  We've had some set-backs on our potty training, but this week has really turned around. I say that only to get a call from his teacher on Tuesday during lunch to say--He's a ring leader in this circus we call a class and he's got to get some listening ears.  So... today was better, and not just because I threatened his life.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Suge's back has been hurt for like a month now.  That's all I have to say about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I've had a headlight out for like a month now.  That's all I'm gonna say about that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Wildman and I are headed to Nashville this weekend for a friend's baby shower and I can't wait to see everyone.  It's been a while.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  I think there are only 7 weekends until Christmas at this point.  What can you say about that?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  This picture was too cute not to post.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SvJI9ujdxuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/N-qZbwo8PKA/s320/IMG_3203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400459128476649186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-3849030568009301294?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3849030568009301294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/25-minutes-say-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3849030568009301294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3849030568009301294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/25-minutes-say-what.html' title='25 minutes! Say what?'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SvJI9ujdxuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/N-qZbwo8PKA/s72-c/IMG_3203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-2788018257569210563</id><published>2009-10-28T21:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:10:36.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Suj36Dvp9DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LNPd-7stK4I/s1600-h/IMG_3217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Suj36Dvp9DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LNPd-7stK4I/s320/IMG_3217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397836730213200946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I keep meaning to post these pictures of the Race for the Cure. There's Wildman running the last few yards with me!  And then there's me huffing and puffing to death.  I still can't believe how cold it was.  Anyway, here's the only evidence I have so far that I'm actually doing this whole thing.  Man, I should have had Suge get a picture of the clock.  WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, hope all is going well with your latest challenge.  My next challenge-well besides the lying thing, must be cutting back on the sweets.  But I think I'll wait until after Halloween and use those few weeks between Halloween and Thanksgiving to fast =)  I'll let you know how that goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;          &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Suj496nsyDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PZiO5wPtcxw/s320/IMG_3216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397837895995017266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-2788018257569210563?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2788018257569210563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/evidence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2788018257569210563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2788018257569210563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/evidence.html' title='The Evidence'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Suj36Dvp9DI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LNPd-7stK4I/s72-c/IMG_3217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-4263062409940702866</id><published>2009-10-27T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:57:07.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 5 is over. Let's Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>I don't have much time, but wanted to let you know I finished week 5 on Saturday, even after walking around at the flea market for 4 hours! Anyway, I start week 6 today and am very curious to see how this week goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and P.S.--Thanks Suge for pointing out I was breaking my no lying rule. It was for a good cause though, right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-4263062409940702866?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4263062409940702866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-5-is-over-lets-celebrate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4263062409940702866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4263062409940702866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-5-is-over-lets-celebrate.html' title='Week 5 is over. Let&apos;s Celebrate!'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-882498383618116717</id><published>2009-10-21T16:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:26:38.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I turning into?</title><content type='html'>Last night I tried to pass barbeque off as chicken. I must think he has the memory of fruit fly, because I had already told him they didn't have chicken, but as soon as he decided he didn't want to eat the barbeque I said, no it's chicken.  He said, "It looks like barbeque."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to try a no lying approach (well except for Santa etc). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how that goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-882498383618116717?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/882498383618116717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-am-i-turning-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/882498383618116717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/882498383618116717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-am-i-turning-into.html' title='What am I turning into?'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-3928648931645478008</id><published>2009-10-19T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:26:05.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for the Cure</title><content type='html'>Week 4 ended just right. I did my program Saturday during the Race for the Cure. I finished in 40 minutes and raised $500! Not too bad, considering I thought it'd be atleast 45 minutes and $100.  Anyway, Suge and Wildman were waiting for me at the end with a sign! How sweet is that?!?!!? Too sweet.  Wildman ran the last couple yards with me to the end, also VERY sweet.  All in all, I'm shocked I don't have shin pain, since that was just my 2nd time to run outside and after my outside run last time I had shin pain for 2 days.  Anyway, so far so good. Don't get me wrong, it's not easy (last week I had to run after 8:00 p.m. twice!), but I like having a goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hello week 5- this should be interesting.  I'll let you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-3928648931645478008?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3928648931645478008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/race-for-cure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3928648931645478008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3928648931645478008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/race-for-cure.html' title='Race for the Cure'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-1606713006632645156</id><published>2009-10-11T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:44:54.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK 3, No problem</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update on my running. I made it through week 3. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll actually be running 3.1 in 30 minutes when all is said and done, but nonetheless I am running and I'm not stopping.  Every week the challenge is upped, but we are going to do this-(the we is me and QT-code name of course).  We actually got to run together on Tuesday and that was nice. I wish we could every time but alas, it's only a dream.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday is my 7 year wedding anniversary. It really doesn't seem like it's been that long ago. Just wish I could remember more of the actual day.  I need to break out the video. Where's the VCR? Wait what? I guess it has been a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs and love Suge. You are the best! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-1606713006632645156?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1606713006632645156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-3-no-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1606713006632645156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1606713006632645156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-3-no-problem.html' title='WEEK 3, No problem'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-5958104035592860730</id><published>2009-10-09T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:37:24.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>I've got to get over this funk! I broke down today. What is wrong with me? I had a fantastic lunch with a friend I don't see often enough, and I still feel blah-blah-blah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe my last run for the week will change the way I feel. It's a perfectly pleasant fall and I'm ready to enjoy it!  Apple cider and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to run/walk in the Race for the Cure next weekend.  If you are interested in making a donation to my goal let me know.  We all know someone that has been affected by Breast Cancer. I'm on a team organized by a friend whose Mom has Breast Cancer, but she's going to be there to WALK! Praise the Lord!  I'm going to just run/walk my program for the day, so hopefully I won't be dead at the end.  I ask Mom to come up so she and Sawyer can wait for me at the end with the wagon.  I'll be sure to let you know how that goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm going to go start enjoying this fall with a load of laundry.  Wait, what?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-5958104035592860730?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5958104035592860730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/blah-blah-blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5958104035592860730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5958104035592860730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-5783253506196573057</id><published>2009-10-04T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:31:47.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 weeks/7 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SslaOwzwDCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CqhaKzGEUGs/s1600-h/DSC00931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SslaOwzwDCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CqhaKzGEUGs/s400/DSC00931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388937638792137762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I finished my 2nd week of couch to 5K and it went pretty good.  Who am I kidding? I was so discouraged after Tuesday (my first run of the week) I felt like giving up.   The beauty of this whole thing is I do have 2 people that am accountable to.  So...I did it. All three times this week I pushed through.  I am worried about this week as my shins are really hurting after my run on Saturday but I          must            press            on.  I'll let you know how that goes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suge and I have our 7 year anniversary coming up.  It seems like yesterday, but it seems like light years ago.  In December we'll be celebrating 12 years together.  Wow! Just to say it seems weird. I think I'll break out the wedding dress this year and see if it fits. I'm really doubting it.  Maybe I'll just break it out right now (having second thoughts, it's hanging in Wild Man's closet and he's asleep).  I'll get back to you on that.  Anyway, our church just started a series on marriage and it could not have come at a better time.  We all need reminders, wake up calls, and the knowledge that we all go through the same sorts of trials.  We also need to be reminded of what God's plan of marriage was all about.  It's amazing that 2,000 years ago someone wrote that men need respect and women need love.  Like the pastor said today, that was WAY before psych 101 came along. I know I got some real reminders today. I love you and respect you Suge, and I know I don't show it or say it like I should, but I'm going to work on that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-5783253506196573057?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5783253506196573057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-weeks7-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5783253506196573057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5783253506196573057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-weeks7-years.html' title='7 weeks/7 years'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SslaOwzwDCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CqhaKzGEUGs/s72-c/DSC00931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-1251264378863970563</id><published>2009-09-27T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:10:25.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 weeks to go</title><content type='html'>I finished week 1 of the couch to 5K plan. I have to say, I'm pretty proud of myself.  By my 3rd run it was easy to finish. Who knows how this week will go. I'm not even sure yet what the pace is this week.  I'm just running with God on my side, right?!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to give a plug here for Uncle C's suggestion of running shoes.  He knows his New Balance.  I also have to say that this program has proven to be easy enough for even the biggest of non-runners. Check it out on www.coolrunning.com. But I have to say the very best part of the whole thing was finding a pod cast that has music and verbal cues.  That makes my life sooooo much easier, no watching the clock!!  I'll be sure to report back at the end of week 2.  We'll see how it goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be singing a totally different tune!&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/1540586894698930822-1251264378863970563?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1251264378863970563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/8-weeks-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1251264378863970563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1251264378863970563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/8-weeks-to-go.html' title='8 weeks to go'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-7179864353671090272</id><published>2009-09-20T20:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:38:57.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a moment of weakness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SrbYj8rHTMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7Y2CyFqj_pk/s1600-h/IMG_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SrbYj8rHTMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7Y2CyFqj_pk/s400/IMG_1467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383728516661988546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I agreed to do the stupidest thing ever.  Train to run a 5K.  Yes, you heard me.  I don't think I've ever run more than two miles ever in my life, ever.  I'm not really sure what I thought would be different this time. I just knew I could use the distraction and the exercise.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are going to use a training program called Couch to 5K in 9 weeks and that's exactly what I'll be doing. I've been out of exercise commission for about 2 months now.  No, nothing is wrong, just a mini-vacay.  So the shoes are on order and my ipod is ready.  I hope I can do this.  Say a little prayer for me over the next 9 weeks I'm gonna need it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is probably going to really cut into my dessert &amp;amp; coffee habit.  Well, we'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-7179864353671090272?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7179864353671090272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-moment-of-weakness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7179864353671090272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7179864353671090272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-moment-of-weakness.html' title='I had a moment of weakness...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SrbYj8rHTMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7Y2CyFqj_pk/s72-c/IMG_1467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-8585123324412050136</id><published>2009-09-15T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:47:09.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chew on this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Sq-aeDJXRcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KT7o90yt-6w/s1600-h/Thomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381689920762365378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Sq-aeDJXRcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KT7o90yt-6w/s400/Thomas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a lot like nature. You can only have as many animals as the ecosystem can support and you can only have as many friends as you can tolerate the bitching of. --Randy K. Milholland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think this applies to women, but it made me laugh first thing this morning. I've been struggling with a lot of things lately so pardon my absence. One is gossip. Once, I heard in a sermon, if you aren't part of the solution, then you're part of the problem. This is true with gossip. Don't get me wrong, I'm not making things up about people, but what I'm doing is not containing the wildfire. What made me evaluate my problem? I realized one day I need to find better things to talk about. Why am I not lifting up God during all these conversations? Good question! I'm going to work on it! We'll see how that goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd love to hear your comments on this, I know it's a pretty touchy subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is from May, long before potty training, but you can't deny how cute that little booty is in Thomas underwear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-8585123324412050136?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8585123324412050136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/chew-on-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8585123324412050136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8585123324412050136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/chew-on-this.html' title='Chew on this...'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Sq-aeDJXRcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KT7o90yt-6w/s72-c/Thomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-8456795934400206167</id><published>2009-09-01T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:31:02.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heisman Trophy Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;So Wild Man has informed us that when he grows up he's going to play: Basketball, Baseball and Football. And when told he needs to pick two he says: Baseball and Football.  Well, I can tell you right now that's not gonna fly. Suge is a huge basketball fan and I think football is fun to watch but I can't really imagine my child participating!  Regardless, here's his new pose--                                    &lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376694767532651410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Sp3bZ3R8M5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4LzlauBlDqk/s400/IMG_3046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I guess we'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-8456795934400206167?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8456795934400206167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/heisman-trophy-bound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8456795934400206167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8456795934400206167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/heisman-trophy-bound.html' title='Heisman Trophy Bound'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Sp3bZ3R8M5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4LzlauBlDqk/s72-c/IMG_3046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-5777149622786031142</id><published>2009-08-31T10:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:13:18.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Sale = No Sofa</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends! Sorry I have neglected you. We've had a really busy couple of weeks.  The lake house trip was a success. Boating, fellowship and tons of good food was had by all.  The weather was absolutely perfect! Speaking of weather, this is some crazy weather we've been having, but you know I'm always ready for fall, so no complaints here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I hosted a Yard Sale. Yes, I said hosted =)  A couple of friends joined in the fun. I must say it was the most successful one I've ever had.  I made some money and promptly spent it shopping on Saturday and Sunday! But thankfully I didn't bring home too much to take the place of what I just sold.  I did sell our sofa.  Now what? I have NO idea.  I did go look at one in person on Sunday, that we had seen online and it was terrible. Not surprised. I don't know how people shop for furniture online. It's too difficult to see all the details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went with Sweetheart to purchase her wedding gown.  It was beautiful. She's going to make a show-stopper of a bride. I'm so excited for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went to church with the Yellow Family (code name).  Sunday afternoon we went with them to a concert on the lawn at the Carnton Plantation in Franklin.  Uncle C and Sweetheart joined us. It was SO much fun. The kids had a blast and so did the rest of us.  It was Eagles music--you just can't not enjoy that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it home about 9:45 and I was exhausted.  But this morning when I let the dogs out and I felt the cool autumn-like air on my legs I knew today was going to be a good day! Can't wait for fall ya'll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've got to do some thinking on this sofa situation. We'll see how that goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-5777149622786031142?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5777149622786031142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/yard-sale-no-sofa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5777149622786031142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5777149622786031142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/yard-sale-no-sofa.html' title='Yard Sale = No Sofa'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-3952366817574496973</id><published>2009-08-17T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:56:01.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me an Hour and a Half, $200, and the Pouring Rain</title><content type='html'>So I went grocery shopping tonight. That's probably all I need to say about that.  Thank goodness Wild Man was NOT with me.  On to more fun things...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suge and I are anxiously awaiting Friday at noon for our annual lake house trip with friends. The countdown began oh... the moment we left last year.  Anyway, it's a fun weekend with good friends, food and relaxation.  Children need not apply.  This year we took a leap and booked the house for 3 nights (well, they made us) and I couldn't be more excited.  This is really the only group activity we do without children all year, so it's very much deserved.  On to other things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting ready for a yard sale and I have to say this has been very liberating. I'm really getting rid of lots of things this year, furniture included. It's time we move on--get that new couch we just keep talking about.  We may not have a couch come Christmas, but oh well, we'll just put the tree in the middle of the room.  If you're in the area August 29th stop by! You know what they say about one man's trash...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to post this absolutely adorable pic of Wild Man. These p.j.s were passed to us from a friend and he wore them for the first time the night this was taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SooGcLxPKUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1NsvNITyyas/s400/IMG_2951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371112586858146114" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason he just thinks they are the gravy.  Oh, and you know, he knows, he looks like he could be sopped up with a biscuit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on now, that even made me laugh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S.-Couldn't get urban dictionary to load. Would it be "the gravy" or just "gravy"? Suge?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-3952366817574496973?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3952366817574496973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/give-me-hour-and-half-200-and-pouring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3952366817574496973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3952366817574496973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/give-me-hour-and-half-200-and-pouring.html' title='Give Me an Hour and a Half, $200, and the Pouring Rain'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SooGcLxPKUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1NsvNITyyas/s72-c/IMG_2951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-9135461826585569705</id><published>2009-08-11T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:01:27.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now's the Time</title><content type='html'>Just letting my friends and family know that now is the time to shop for next summer. I know you don't want to think about it, but I ordered shorts and tees for Wild Man. Old Navy and Children's Place are having great sales. I got 4 pair of shorts and 1 pair of swim shorts for $22.00 total at Children's Place. At Old Navy I got 4 pair of shorts and 2 tees for $35.00.  I really need to find a place to get some more tees, but I think that's a great start.  10 items for 57 bucks and I didn't pay more than $3.99 for any item.  These types of shorts and tees are great for school, where he's bound to get marker and lunch on them EVERY day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI:  I do this every year and have always been pretty successful. I just cross my fingers and hope he doesn't grow TOO much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy shopping! We'll see how the rest of my hunt goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-9135461826585569705?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9135461826585569705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/nows-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/9135461826585569705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/9135461826585569705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/nows-time.html' title='Now&apos;s the Time'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-5868784983249331703</id><published>2009-08-07T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:24:38.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brush Your Teeth, Comb Your Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Snw4A31sQ9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/dPNYL0g-klc/s1600-h/Apples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367226443559093202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Snw4A31sQ9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/dPNYL0g-klc/s400/Apples.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I love the fair so? It's dirty and expensive. Those two adjectives should never go together (they do quite often, but shouldn't). I just love the smell of cotton candy, fresh vegetables and corndogs. I know I'm one of the few adults that actually likes it. I'm trying to accept that. I need a 12 step program. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wild Man has been to the fair every year thus far. I'm trying very hard to make sure he understands what it's all about, and no I don't mean the expensive rides and cheap prizes. Last year we went to the cattle show. The year before he saw the horse show and every year we tour the canning, vegetable and sewing entries. Tonight we plan on taking him to see the motorcycle racing. He's become interested in the X games, Suge seems to have ESPN on 24/7, they'll watch any sport put in front of them. Last weekend we watched skateboarding (Wild Man calls them scooters), motorcross and bike flipping (?). He was loving it! What am I going to do with these two? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Included this pic of Wild Man from a year ago, just couldn't resist. It's about to be apple season again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to sit on the dirty bleachers and eat my $15.00 corndog. See you there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-5868784983249331703?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5868784983249331703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/brush-your-teeth-comb-your-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5868784983249331703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/5868784983249331703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/brush-your-teeth-comb-your-hair.html' title='Brush Your Teeth, Comb Your Hair'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Snw4A31sQ9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/dPNYL0g-klc/s72-c/Apples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-6320575142308078524</id><published>2009-08-05T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:05:18.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm No Angelina</title><content type='html'>Last night I had dinner (in) with friends. There were 4 kids there, ages 5 months, 20 months, 2 1/2 and 4 1/2. I had this thought this morning after remembering the chaos--those could have all been mine. WHAT?!?!? I can't imagine. We all know there are Moms out there mothering kids like this, but why and how? It was crazy and I just had to share some of that craziness with you.  The baby fell asleep in my arms, one was crying because he didn't feel good and 2 were trying to eat apple slices while sitting/jumping on the couch while watching t.v. while wrestling and secretly trying to wake the baby.  Folks, that's chaos and I thought trying to get one to eat, bathe and sleep was a challenge.  Not any more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-6320575142308078524?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6320575142308078524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-no-angelina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6320575142308078524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6320575142308078524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-no-angelina.html' title='I&apos;m No Angelina'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-7575063345728866798</id><published>2009-08-04T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:47:24.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Luxuries</title><content type='html'>As I sit here and sip an adult beverage (that's what we've taken to calling them) I'm thinking about a phone conversation I had today. I just smiled when I hung up. I love long phone calls. They make me feel all mushy inside. To talk about everything and nothing-just because you have the time. (FYI: the boss is in France somewhere)  I know I've vented about the evil that is texting before, so I won't go into that again.  The phone call I'm referring to included everything from health talk to relationship talk to money talk to... well you get my point. It was so nice to be able to just relax and talk.  That's one of life's luxuries that some people hate, but I cherish. Another being-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming home to clean dishes.  Lately Suge has taken it upon himself to keep the dishes clean. Yes, we have a dishwasher, but there's always those pesky dishes that just can't go in there.  The more we cook, the more dishes turn up.  I appreciate his effort. Little things make me smile. Tomorrow I'm going to see if I can come up with some little thing that makes someone else smile. Let's see how that goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-7575063345728866798?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7575063345728866798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-little-luxuries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7575063345728866798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7575063345728866798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-little-luxuries.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Luxuries'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-491473358298376031</id><published>2009-07-29T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:16:53.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation from Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SnCfzSzHgNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/D-Wipm5mAWQ/s1600-h/BoogeyBoard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363962859766644946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SnCfzSzHgNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/D-Wipm5mAWQ/s400/BoogeyBoard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SnCfshAW-qI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BvZ_RDPkaAQ/s1600-h/Pirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363962743321197218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SnCfshAW-qI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BvZ_RDPkaAQ/s400/Pirate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't it funny how we live weekend to weekend. When I titled this post I meant I needed a vacation from my vacation last week--it was exhausting. But then I started thinking about how we live holiday to holiday, weekend to weekend. It's true the older you get the faster time goes by, it's because we live like this. Kids have fun EVERY day, they don't need holidays or weekends, but adults think they do. I'm gonna try to change that. Make my days at work more excitable and fun, look forward to going to work and coming home to spend time with my boys. I feel like my next sentence should say turn that frown upside down...hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I did take lots of photos last week so here's two that turned out cute! We had tons of fun that brought on tons of exhaustion. Still worth it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and side note: I'm getting ready for a Yard Sale soon and it has been so refreshing to just clean out. Don't you just love getting rid of things? How and why do we have all this stuff? This post sounds like a couple of New Year's Resolutions in the making. We'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-491473358298376031?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/491473358298376031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-from-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/491473358298376031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/491473358298376031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-from-vacation.html' title='Vacation from Vacation'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SnCfzSzHgNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/D-Wipm5mAWQ/s72-c/BoogeyBoard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-8087811560918526685</id><published>2009-07-17T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:32:08.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a Toast to my Summer Holiday</title><content type='html'>I'll report back in a week or so. This coming week I plan on having a glass in one hand and my camera in the other. Hope the pictures are of something/someone resembling my family.  We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-8087811560918526685?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8087811560918526685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-toast-to-my-summer-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8087811560918526685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/8087811560918526685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-toast-to-my-summer-holiday.html' title='Here&apos;s a Toast to my Summer Holiday'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-6544946971854934312</id><published>2009-07-14T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:09:08.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Text, or Not to Text</title><content type='html'>I told a friend I was taking to my blog to get this off my chest. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texting has changed the way we communicate. There's no doubt about it. You want to send someone a message who can't get a phone call? Bingo--just text them. But I'm afraid it is changing the very dynamic of our relationships.  For instance, should you text to tell/ask someone about a lifechanging event? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perry:  I'm breaking up w/ u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelia: What? I thought we were getting married?&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Carla:  John, I'm pregnant w/ ur baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John:  OMG, I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Adam:  Ur grandmother just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara: C u @ the service.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Larry:  Dude, can I borrow ur car this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike:  R u kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this seem ridiculous? What warrants a phone call or a face to face chat anymore? I'm beginning to wonder.  Call me old school, but where has the respect gone? I think I deserve to hear some conversations, not read them.  Is that so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I text. But maybe now, not so often.  We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-6544946971854934312?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6544946971854934312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-text-or-not-to-text.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6544946971854934312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6544946971854934312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-text-or-not-to-text.html' title='To Text, or Not to Text'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-1347463601470930413</id><published>2009-07-11T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:54:50.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One is Silver &amp; the Other Gold</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to see an old friend on Thursday. The circumstances may have not been ideal but it was great nonetheless.  I like it when you are able to pick up with a friend like no time has passed.  That's happened to me several different times, with several different friends over the last few weeks. It's nice.  As I write this all I can think about is that song we learned in Girl Scouts all those many years ago. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wildman has been with my Mom since Thursday night. Suge and I have gotten some serious quality time together. We needed it! I was just saying tonight how we've neglected our alone time these last couple of months. We needed this weekend! Note to self: Don't let this happen again. We'll see how that goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-1347463601470930413?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1347463601470930413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-is-silver-other-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1347463601470930413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1347463601470930413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-is-silver-other-gold.html' title='One is Silver &amp; the Other Gold'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-7766983795404517982</id><published>2009-07-07T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:25:20.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust and Understanding</title><content type='html'>Something to chew on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to a sermon last night titled &lt;em&gt;Does Prayer Change Things&lt;/em&gt;? It cleared up a lot of things for me, but the one thing that really stuck out, (probably because I'm really struggling with this right now) is- understanding God and trusting Him are NOT the same thing.  The analogy was very clear--As a parent you decide what is best for your child. Your child may not always understand it (why can't I have a cookie for breakfast), but they must learn to trust you and your judgement.  As the parent you know what's best for them overall and in the long run.  It may not make sense at that particular moment but you know them, you know if you give them a cookie for breakfast one time, they'll want one every morning and that could lead to cavities and/or sugar overload etc. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess right now I just really needed to hear that God knows me better than I know myself.  Hopefully that will make what I'm going through a little easier, I do feel better already.  We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-7766983795404517982?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7766983795404517982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/trust-and-understanding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7766983795404517982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/7766983795404517982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/trust-and-understanding.html' title='Trust and Understanding'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-1864272068094669514</id><published>2009-07-02T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:45:59.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Skz_XcecPhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AMr8S42wW7U/s1600-h/4th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353934835282624018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Skz_XcecPhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AMr8S42wW7U/s320/4th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my baby's 3rd Fourth of July. Can you believe that? His first year he was still nursing and I remember watching fireworks with him in my lap. He didn't have a care in the world. Last year we left before the fireworks began and we saw them from the end of the driveway and I can't remember if he was asleep or awake. So this year I'm really anxious to see how he'll react. He won't be missing them this year! (Pic is of him and Gramma from 1st 4th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the men and women who help keep our country free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild man has been going to swim lessons for 2 weeks now. Boy, that's been kindof weird. He did great the first week. This week he's decided if he cries he might not have to do what they ask. This isn't like him. (maybe a little) Next week he better get serious and learn the back stroke or there will be no Gold Medals in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a moment and thank Suge for being Suge. We've witnessed some very emotional marriage issues these last couple of months and I just can't be more thankful for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots more has gone on these last couple of weeks but for the life of me I can't remember what. Oh yeah, got together with some girlfriends from high school last weekend and had a BLAST! I miss those girls and outings like that are too few and far between! Note to self: Get together more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to get a ride in this weekend. Maybe I'll take some pics to post so you can see my boys. We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-1864272068094669514?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1864272068094669514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-4th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1864272068094669514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/1864272068094669514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-4th.html' title='3rd 4th'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/Skz_XcecPhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AMr8S42wW7U/s72-c/4th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-3818330095552173279</id><published>2009-06-23T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:06:22.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey You Non-Followers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SkGJdRtHFRI/AAAAAAAAADs/0ireNWdwoqY/s1600-h/IMG_2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SkGJdRtHFRI/AAAAAAAAADs/0ireNWdwoqY/s320/IMG_2568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350708968354682130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna read be a follower--you know who you are.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I got that outta the way. We had a great weekend! Swim party on Saturday and the lake on Sunday. Suge gave himself a Father's day gift of sleeping in and skipping church. Wasn't that nice of him? Anyway, we headed to the lake to meet friends and I almost didn't get in touch with my Dad. I was wondering all day what Suge was thinking since this is his first Father's Day without his Dad (Poppa).  He seemed to handle it ok, but I know it wasn't easy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started swimming lessons on Monday night. That was a sight. I just want Wildman to feel comfortable and to learn to KICK HIS FEET. When you wear a life jacket that's a must. He did well, can't wait to see what tomorrow night brings.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really looking forward to getting together with some high school girlfriends this weekend. Some I haven't seen but once or twice since. I can't wait to hear all about their lives and their babies. A night out full of new and fun stories is a dream! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and one more thing, the potty training thing seems to be going well. It really has been amazing. I can't say enough about the book. You must check it out! Google Lora Jensen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else? OH how could I forget, Uncle C and Sweetheart got engaged over the weekend.  I'm so proud of him. He really found the girl of his dreams and she is a complete doll and the ring is to die for.  Can't wait to hear wedding plans, we'll see how that goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-3818330095552173279?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3818330095552173279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-you-non-followers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3818330095552173279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/3818330095552173279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-you-non-followers.html' title='Hey You Non-Followers'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SkGJdRtHFRI/AAAAAAAAADs/0ireNWdwoqY/s72-c/IMG_2568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-6439977266782080335</id><published>2009-06-17T14:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:29:00.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Not Messing Around</title><content type='html'>Summer Soltice is this weekend and as of today Summer has arrived. The date may not say it's so, but it is, trust me. I'm so thankful I don't have to work out in it. How do those men and women do it? My Dad does it and I have NO idea how. Whew! Where's the kiddie pool? Oh yeah, it's on my back porch full of leaves and dead grandaddy long legs...Think I'll just stay inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on Potty Patrol: Still no #2. But he didn't have any other accidents at school yesterday. I am so PROUD! Can't wait to hear how day two at school went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to chew on: I was doing my daily blog reading and found this quote on the refineus site listed over there -----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not be surprised that what God asked of you yesterday is insufficient for your journey of faith today.  With Moses, God parted the waters, and then the people crossed over.  With Joshua, the leaders were required to begin crossing first, and then the waters parted. In my life journey, I have found time and time again that God changes the parameters of my faith. He increases His expectation of me.  What it means to live on the edge as your faith begins to develop is not the measure of faith when you walk in maturity. You should expect and desire that God would move from parting the waters while you stand on the shore to calling you to step out into the waters and experience the miracle happening around you. In the first, you watch the miracle. But in the second, you become a part of it. --Erwin McManus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of this almost daily. Waiting for God's miracles and actually being a part of them are two very different things.  I've matured in the past year, but I'm light years away from where I want to be. I want to jump right in. How? Well, I'm going to work on that and I'm sure He'll help me. We'll see how it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-6439977266782080335?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6439977266782080335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/summers-not-messing-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6439977266782080335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6439977266782080335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/summers-not-messing-around.html' title='Summer&apos;s Not Messing Around'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-6601678015373826024</id><published>2009-06-15T08:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:54:57.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clap Harder!</title><content type='html'>Well friends, this is day 3 of Lora Jensen's 3 day potty training, and I have to say, I'm pretty impressed. We went from nothing to telling me he needs to go in just 2 days. Mom is staying home with him today and I hope all goes well. I will give a full report after I find out how today goes (we've been keeping somewhat of a journal).  Funny happening:  On Saturday we PRAISED him for going in the potty with a little song and clapping. By the end of the day Sunday he wanted us to clap harder if we weren't clapping loud enough. He wanted a standing ovation. He's no showboat that child of mine. We'll see how today goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-6601678015373826024?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6601678015373826024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/clap-harder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6601678015373826024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/6601678015373826024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/clap-harder.html' title='Clap Harder!'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-626398565343696256</id><published>2009-06-12T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:07:53.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure to Report Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SjJ8yL0kUPI/AAAAAAAAADk/zc6WtMgV6fk/s1600-h/C%26A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472909250777330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SjJ8yL0kUPI/AAAAAAAAADk/zc6WtMgV6fk/s320/C%26A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I got in trouble this morning for not blogging. My excuse was "It's been a slow week." But truth is, I forgot all about the fun that was had last weekend! The triple birthday extravaganza--how could I forget. So Sweetheart was able to go with me! And Uncle C came too (hence the pic). There was lots of fierce cornhole competition! Who knew there was such a thing as cut-throat cornhole. Anyway, we had a blast. I think everyone enjoys an early afternoon party just for the simple fact that you are home in bed by 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wildman had a BIG weekend! He was very busy with Mom and Priss (my niece). Almost forgot that we got to see Uncle C and Sweetheart play softball. I wish you could have heard Wildman telling his guy friends at school on Monday, "Hey guys, Uncle C hit it over the fence." PRICELESS. It's the beginning of guy talk. Another example: Suge said to Wildman on Tuesday night, "Hey come here and sit on the couch with me, I want to talk about something." (Sounds bad doesn't it) So Wildman goes over there and Suge says, "So what do you wanna talk about?" (If Wildman was older he would have probably rolled his eyes) Wildman says, "Parker's football game." MORE GUY TALK! Thank goodness I like sports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suge is at Bonnaroo and Mom is coming into town. Wish us luck on the 3 day potty training this weekend. I'll be SURE to report back on that. We'll see how it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-626398565343696256?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/626398565343696256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/failure-to-report-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/626398565343696256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/626398565343696256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/failure-to-report-back.html' title='Failure to Report Back'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SjJ8yL0kUPI/AAAAAAAAADk/zc6WtMgV6fk/s72-c/C%26A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-9534463325580652</id><published>2009-06-02T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:19:39.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in 1 Day</title><content type='html'>I know, two postings in one day, right! Well, I just have to say, I almost lost it over an ice cream sandwich tonight. A mental health day is in my near future.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-9534463325580652?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9534463325580652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-in-1-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/9534463325580652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/9534463325580652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-in-1-day.html' title='2 in 1 Day'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-2762346515687388948</id><published>2009-06-02T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:22:17.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Party People</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342733852621287234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SiU0IcbyL0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hXJmSlnhIhM/s320/remote.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Tuesday and I found out this morning that Wild Man will be going to Mom's on Wednesday night! I also found out that I will be going to the beach in July! And, I've known this for a while- our group of friends is celebrating 3 birthdays this Saturday afternoon (with no kids)! Now, if that doesn't get you in the party mood I don't know what will! (As you can see I am already in the party mood with my exclamation points and all!!!) Suge is gonna miss the party on Saturday for his full court basketball tournament. It's gonna last all day. Well, if they win. I hope he makes it through alive. I'll miss him at the party, but maybe I can come up with a date. I've asked my brother's (Uncle C) girlfriend to stand in. (Let's call her Sweetheart, because wild man loves her almost as much as Uncle C does.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I added this pic because it's an old favorite and it looks like he's settling in to watch the playoffs. Suge and Wild Man love watching games together, I hate that Wild Man will miss the first game Thursday night.  I doubt Mom will let him stay up that late!  Wild Man says he's for Kobe Bryant but his daddy would and will disagree.  We'll see...&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/1540586894698930822-2762346515687388948?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2762346515687388948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-party-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2762346515687388948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/2762346515687388948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-party-people.html' title='Hey Party People'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/SiU0IcbyL0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hXJmSlnhIhM/s72-c/remote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-4684181973522930308</id><published>2009-05-29T15:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:59:47.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Praise!</title><content type='html'>Guess who pee peed (?) in the potty last night! You guessed it, Wild Man himself (well the whole family probably did, but I didn't think you'd care to know about that).  I think it was actually his first time. Mom and I had already planned to do the 3 day potty training method while Suge is out of town in 2 weeks-so I think this is a good sign. If you haven't read about Lora Jensen's book or method- check out her site at &lt;a href="http://www.3daypottytraining.com/"&gt;www.3daypottytraining.com&lt;/a&gt; I ordered the book, it took about 20 minutes to read, and hopefully it's gonna work.  It really just make sense. She has 6 kids and it's worked for all of them, plus thousands of others. I'm excited. This method doesn't include pull ups, it's just straight to big boy underoos!  It's all positive reinforcement and staying by their side for 3 days!  It will be a long 3 days but then that'll be it--he'll be using the potty! We'll see how it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1540586894698930822-4684181973522930308?l=mamastonesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4684181973522930308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/potty-praise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4684181973522930308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1540586894698930822/posts/default/4684181973522930308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamastonesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/potty-praise.html' title='Potty Praise!'/><author><name>Mama Stone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00279336026675038735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyZuzmFAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lj91vJ3hTOY/S220/IMG_0847.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1540586894698930822.post-6790574167448065643</id><published>2009-05-26T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:42:29.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parties, Naps and a Long Overdue Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyadQFAGXI/AAAAAAAAADA/o74HlUu3Vpg/s1600-h/IMG_2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wo7lmn4_SwA/ShyadQFAGXI/AAAAAAAAADA/o74HlUu3Vpg/s320/IMG_2462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340313085477394802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A 3 day weekend two weeks in a row. Wow! I'm exhausted. Can't say I'm too unhappy about getting back to work today.  A great weekend was had by all though. We attended an art-themed birthday party, which was fabulous! What a great idea Mama F!  We also got loads of yard work done. Suge seems to kindof be getting into it. =)  Grilled hamburgers on Sunday night--also fabulous, as was the company.  Red wine and a board game seemed like such a good idea at the time. Maybe men against women was the bad idea~  Wildman decided he wasn't going to nap for me this weekend.  That really makes it tough.  That's MY down time too.  He did decide that he'd nap for Suge on Sunday though while I went on a 3 hour ride!  YES!!! It was long overdue.  It felt so good to see the boys and smell that horsey smell.  We rode by the lake which was so nice, the weather held out and it wasn't blistering hot. What more could I ask for? I do know a certain part of my body that I'd prefer wasn't hurting, but oh well, it won't last long and it WAS WORTH IT!  Wonder what the week will hold?  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