<?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-6039256437607339245</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:31:43.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin the Rock Pile</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-7505631178342499045</id><published>2012-02-16T16:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T16:24:52.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got Mail.... NOT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Still no shipping confirmation from &lt;a href="http://www.myglam.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MyGlam&lt;/a&gt; bag... And now I have even noticed that people have gotten their bags and had time to do a review...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Go visit &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/GlamTrotter" target="_blank"&gt;GlamTrotter&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube and watch her video review of &lt;a href="http://www.myglam.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MyGlam&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;bag... Maybe someday soon I will get to do my review...&lt;br /&gt;~Lady Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-7505631178342499045?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7505631178342499045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=7505631178342499045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/7505631178342499045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/7505631178342499045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2012/02/youve-got-mail-not.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Mail.... NOT...'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-5083749400792578421</id><published>2012-02-15T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T12:47:39.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle of the Boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am so excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I started my subscription to Birchbox! &amp;nbsp;For those of you who do not know Birchbox is a monthly subscription service for samples of beauty related products. &amp;nbsp;I look forward to my Birchbox every month. &amp;nbsp;Then I became addicted to Eleventh Gorgeous on YouTube. &amp;nbsp;I noticed they did reviews on Birchbox but also this thing called MyGlam... I have not gotten MyGlam bag yet, but one should be to me soon!&lt;br /&gt;Then through another YouTuber I found Influenster! &amp;nbsp;It is not a paid subscription and I am so pumped to get to do my first review of them soon! &amp;nbsp;I cannot wait to receive the #LoveVoxBox!&lt;br /&gt;My reviews to come! &amp;nbsp;Here are some links to the things mentioned above:&lt;br /&gt;Birchbox:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue Light', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: 300; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.birchbox.com/?raf=r3f8j"&gt;http://www.birchbox.com?raf=r3f8j&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MyGlam:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.myglam.com/"&gt;http://www.myglam.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EleventhGorgeous:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/eleventhgorgeous"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/eleventhgorgeous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Influenster:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.influenster.com/"&gt;http://www.influenster.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lady Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me on Twitter @NickieRock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-5083749400792578421?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5083749400792578421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=5083749400792578421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/5083749400792578421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/5083749400792578421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2012/02/battle-of-boxes.html' title='The Battle of the Boxes'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-3316789273754240678</id><published>2010-04-02T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T12:12:33.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back...</title><content type='html'>Yes I am welcoming myself back into the world of blogging...&amp;nbsp; I have a blog for my office, but have not been oh so dedicated to this blog...&amp;nbsp; I think the last time I posted I had just found out Kayson Kade was going to be a boy and now he will be 1 in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The boys are changing so fast.&amp;nbsp; I can still remember the day I saw Nathan for the first time and now I am teaching him to drive...&amp;nbsp; Cannon had his first Blast Ball game last Saturday and it was a blast.&amp;nbsp; I can honestly tell you from the moment I found out I was having a little boy I have been excited about that very event.&amp;nbsp; Getting to see the boys in their baseball uniforms just makes my insides smile!&amp;nbsp; I don't expect it will be too very long until the toddling Kayson will be up to bat (since he carries one around the house all the time!)&lt;br /&gt;I try to remember the little things while I am running in circles....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-3316789273754240678?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3316789273754240678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=3316789273754240678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/3316789273754240678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/3316789273754240678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back...'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-432945345812348769</id><published>2008-12-09T14:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:14:18.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YROCK Family News</title><content type='html'>It's another....... BOY! &lt;br /&gt;We are expecing our second son on May 17, 2009.  Right now we are thinking his name will be Kayson Kade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So JJ, his Dad, and Nathan went to Green Bay this past weekend and it is my goal to get them to sit down and we will do a blog about their trip, but that may take a while!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-432945345812348769?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/432945345812348769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=432945345812348769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/432945345812348769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/432945345812348769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/yrock-family-news.html' title='YROCK Family News'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-8272610573402862748</id><published>2008-12-09T13:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:10:25.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Listsssss</title><content type='html'>So I was reading a friends blog and she had all of these oh so great list that I decided would be fun to fill out and post on my blog so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years and 5 things..&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people &amp;amp; posts their names, then goes to their blog &amp;amp; leaves them a comment letting them know that they have been tagged &amp;amp; asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you've answered the questions on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 YEARS AGO I...&lt;br /&gt;1. was 16 years old&lt;br /&gt;2. cheering at football and basketball games&lt;br /&gt;3. not paying any bills&lt;br /&gt;4. only responsible for myself&lt;br /&gt;5. flirting with athletes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS ON TODAY'S TO-DO LIST&lt;br /&gt;1. remind J to call Omar&lt;br /&gt;2. meeting at 10:30&lt;br /&gt;3. order Nathan contacts&lt;br /&gt;4. refill my no puke medicine&lt;br /&gt;5. maybe order some presents on-line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO IF I WERE A MILLIONAIRE&lt;br /&gt;1. do college funds for my kids and all my nieces and nephews&lt;br /&gt;2. get a beach house&lt;br /&gt;3. buy some more businesses&lt;br /&gt;4. take my kids all around the world&lt;br /&gt;5. have a maid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 PLACES I HAVE LIVED&lt;br /&gt;1. Oak Leaf, TX&lt;br /&gt;2. Arlington, TX&lt;br /&gt;3. Wichita Falls, TX&lt;br /&gt;4. Waxahachie, TX&lt;br /&gt;5. Oklahoma City, OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 JOBS I'VE HAD&lt;br /&gt;1. Allstate Agent&lt;br /&gt;2. Allstate Support Staff&lt;br /&gt;3. Dental Assistant&lt;br /&gt;4. Clinique Consultant&lt;br /&gt;5. Coffee Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Big Eights..&lt;br /&gt;Rules: this one seems pretty simple. just list eight things about yourself in each category. however.. it wasnt SO easy to come up with EIGHT things in each category! but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV Shows I Love To Watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters&lt;br /&gt;2. Samantha Who&lt;br /&gt;3. Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;4. Dirty Sexy Money&lt;br /&gt;5. Private Practice&lt;br /&gt;6. Real Housewives of Orange County&lt;br /&gt;7. HGTV (Color Splash, Divine Design, ect..)&lt;br /&gt;8. Sports (Baseball, Football and Nascar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants:&lt;br /&gt;1. Don Joses&lt;br /&gt;2. and after that they are rated by desert...&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things That Happened Today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ran out of medicine&lt;br /&gt;2. Made a bagel for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;3. Made Cannon mad&lt;br /&gt;4. Took Nathan and Cannon to school&lt;br /&gt;5. Got Cannon donuts&lt;br /&gt;6. Stopped at the bank&lt;br /&gt;7. Got to work&lt;br /&gt;8. Went to CVS and grabbed some french fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I am looking Forward To:&lt;br /&gt;1. Meeting my new little boy&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. Reading my new Nicholas Sparks book and the new JK Rowlings&lt;br /&gt;5. Decorating the boys rooms&lt;br /&gt;6. Hanging out with family and friends&lt;br /&gt;7. 5th Wedding Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;8. The beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things On My Wish List:&lt;br /&gt;1. The beach&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk to my Granddaddy&lt;br /&gt;3. Be the best wife and mommy&lt;br /&gt;4. Whole new wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;5. Get back in Shape&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to the Britney concert&lt;br /&gt;7. Finish decorating my house&lt;br /&gt;8. A swimming pool with a diving board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas edition of “Getting To Know Your Friends&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Copy and paste these 25 questions into your blog. Change all the answers so that they apply to you &amp;amp; your family. Tis the Season to be NICE! Enjoy reading everyones answers reading from their blog!&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? wrapping paper all the way!&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial? prefer real, but our dog is allergic&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?  weekend after Thanksgiving, usually&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? Not a whole lot&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? probably shoes&lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for? everyone, it takes so much thought&lt;br /&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for? Cannon&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? my intent is always to mail them...&lt;br /&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? who knows&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie? Home Alone (the original)&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? After Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? probably&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Ms. Youngblood's divinity&lt;br /&gt;16. Lights on the tree? lots of white lights&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? Silent Night and I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? STAY HOME&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? yes...&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? star&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? MORNING&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? buying presents at the last minute&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite ornament? not sure I love them ALL!&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite for Christmas dinner? Grandma's dressing, mashed potatoes, green beans, gravy, rolls, and homemade cranberry sauce&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year? a massage and some rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-8272610573402862748?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8272610573402862748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=8272610573402862748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/8272610573402862748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/8272610573402862748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/listsssss.html' title='Listsssss'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-3247156225035355838</id><published>2008-10-30T10:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:31:48.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY DAYCARE!</title><content type='html'>Well, I know it is Cannon's daycare. I just have to brag! They are so awesome! You see I was the mom who went to work everyday right after I had Cannon crying because I felt bad just leaving him with our friend. I did that for about two and a half months and then decided I just had to stay home with him. Then after about a year the opportunity for JJ and I to purchase our own business presented itself. Cannon was once again staying with a friend and my guilt was back! Finally in October of last year one of my new Red Oak friends mentioned that her son was at this great daycare and I should look into it.&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing! Cannon loves his school and so do I! He started picking up things within the first week that I had worked on with him to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;This morning he was mad at me and they made it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannon this morning with Ms. Shellye's puppy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263030669358949746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQoKglEgZXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ISgqDQ1ANb0/s320/cannon+and+puppy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cannon and Chloe (His "girlfriend")&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262980407602197682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQncy9b4NLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3vhd2G5zuM8/s320/cannon+and+chloe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cannon in computer class!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262980421524139570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQnczxTILjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/c1v_gbysKI0/s320/cannon+at+school1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262980416501617090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQnczelqkcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dhBRzGKeI7I/s320/cannon+at+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-3247156225035355838?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3247156225035355838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=3247156225035355838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/3247156225035355838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/3247156225035355838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-my-daycare.html' title='I LOVE MY DAYCARE!'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQoKglEgZXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ISgqDQ1ANb0/s72-c/cannon+and+puppy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-8407583053538282832</id><published>2008-10-28T12:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:00:00.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Crazy Lives....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cannot believe that it has been almost 2 months since my last blog. We have been so super busy you would not believe. Instead of being excited for the entire weekend I have just been looking forward to football Sundays. God invented many wonderful things, but Sunday as a day of rest is the one thing I have been the most greatful for lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262221536093811602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQcqm0xIM5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/48lWGzeSAyA/s320/SN850140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think this is actually from August when my parents, Sissy's family, and my family went to Mesquite Rodeo, but I love the picture of Cannon and Hunter!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to recap some of the past 2 months. First lets start with the easy stuff... Every Tuesday and Thursday there is Nathan's baseball practice, Wednesday he has baseball lessons, and then on Saturday's he has a game. JJ's parents have been up to visit twice in the past and each time his Mom so awesomely catches me up on ALL of my laundry. I know, how could I have that much if she has caught me up, but JJ and Nathan wear about 3 changes of clothes a day and each time Nathan has about 3 shirts on. Believe me it piles up quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is a blur... Our major family news is that we are expecting a new addition to our family on May 17, 2009. This news has drastically changed my day to day activities. Now I spend most of the day wondering when I am not going to feel sick anymore and if I could sneak a little nap in somewhere. Neither seem as if they are ever going to come to fruition, but a girl can hope. Other exciting September events where: Press box Friday evening, Jennifer and the boys visit, Stephaine and her kids visit, Maw and Papa visit, Nathan's birthday parties 1 and 2, and J's colonoscopy. I know a colonoscopy exciting? Maybe I should say funny is more like it! See my husband has never had any kind of medical procedure done and they sedated him. Coming out of the medication he was asking me all sorts of questions, over and over again. When I would let laughter slip out he would look at me with his glazed over eyes like I was crazy for laughing at him. Thanks J I am laughing again as I am writing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262223417872390738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQcsUW8GmlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TYhP8726A74/s320/SN850158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jacob, Jeffery, and Cannon playing in the tub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262223429736767874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQcsVDIyoYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4TnS-NjNkhs/s320/SN850169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Daken, Paw, Keller, Cannon, and Jeffery... I just love how much taller Keller is than Cannon and he is older by 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262223434932480674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQcsVWfi6qI/AAAAAAAAAJM/HMPDwCY6vFY/s320/SN850173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nathan party and cake number one. When Maw and Papa where here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262223448889253618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQcsWKfGXvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TQCc7rh3zII/s320/SN850174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nathan cake and party number 2! This cake is from The Icing, our favorite cake place! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October has been much the same. Run run run. See I decided with everything else I have going on in my life I would also chair the Red Oak Chamber Auction. Also known as the biggest fundraiser for the chamber all year. It is a big enough undertaking when business times are good, but when people are hanging on to every penny it is hard to get them to let it just "walk" out the door. All in all the auction went great and I am glad that it is over for another year! Maw and Papa visited us again this month and they truly helped my boys (and me) survive the weekend of the auction. See my mother-n-law is like this super woman that never sits down. She played with Cannon, fed my boys, did all my laundry (you already know that is an undertaking), and washed all my sheets. The only thing she complained about is that J kept them up too late. Thank you Maw for helping me! I have also worked a shopping trip into this month. On Sunday Mom and I got to go shopping! It was wonderful! It feels like it has been forever! We used to take Cannon, but he has turned into a little boy and only wants to shop for him some more toys. Can you blame him? Anyway Mom and I found some warm clothes for the boys and my belly. Of course sleep has replaced most things, but spending the afternoon with my Mom is one of my favorite things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262223452279474930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQcsWXHZCvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/hFE5p6hbwuo/s320/SN850272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;JJ, myself and Jerry Watson at the chamber auction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262224328663207266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQctJX5jjWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BuEdYFLi4SA/s320/SN850275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me speaking in front of about 150 people... Just wanted everyone to know I could do it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262224345980779202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQctKYaYusI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vDfiLaNVYi4/s320/SN850276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the vendors that comes to visit my office! Last year he was a vampire!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262224355778024626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQctK86O1LI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_6Yy7PXozSw/s320/SN850280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just a cute picture of Cannon at Nathan's baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to wish my Granddaddy a happy birthday and let him know that it is cold but not snowing like is was on this day in 1925!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-8407583053538282832?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8407583053538282832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=8407583053538282832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/8407583053538282832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/8407583053538282832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-crazy-lives.html' title='Our Crazy Lives....'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SQcqm0xIM5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/48lWGzeSAyA/s72-c/SN850140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-3746664245456911383</id><published>2008-08-25T15:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:58:36.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;In our seven and a half years together I can probably count on one hand the number of times I have been out, for the evening, without my husband. I am sure that he could live without me, but he is much more fun and quick witted than I! All that aside I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snuck&lt;/span&gt; out of the house to attend some events a couple times this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baithouse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stompers&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=164648268"&gt;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friendID&lt;/span&gt;=164648268&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing any more than their name and where they are playing I went with some friends to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;baithouse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stompers&lt;/span&gt;. Renee invited her friends to the PUB to honor her son who is on his way back to IRAQ with some music and fun! Like I said before if I do these kind of things (which I usually do not) I have my hubby along, but he stay home with the kiddos like a champ. Thanks J! Anyway, back to the band. I get there, they are setting up and I realize they look familiar. My head starts to scroll... How do I know these guys? High school? Yeah, that is right, one was the art teacher and the other my old biology teacher. I still think it is funny! It was a great night and lots of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239225082505044818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SLV3dDUHo1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/SNmWnSoUEg8/s320/stompers5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kelsey and Nickie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239225082598663858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SLV3dDqcJrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/f5TX9LseTNE/s320/stompers6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Terri, Kelsey, and Nickie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239225089364052914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SLV3dc3by7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/iOfpNCrZ-iQ/s320/stompers7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nickie and Renee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239224824806395730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SLV3ODT-T1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/0NTXsyYCdCE/s320/stompers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What a face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239224827118070034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SLV3OL7HqRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NrlqalK8M9s/s320/stompers1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kelsey and Renee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239224828248120674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SLV3OQIi3WI/AAAAAAAAAH0/46tkebAUEQc/s320/stompers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jared washing boarding it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239224834432617234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SLV3OnLCyxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1Oz38KcTwcA/s320/stompers3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239224837292330546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SLV3Ox02jjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/6gH_eXKqBz8/s320/stompers4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shelly shaking what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stompers&lt;/span&gt; gave her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ennis Auction...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Somehow I became the chair of the Red Oak Chamber's annual auction. The auction is our biggest fundraiser and therefore has to be the best. We started our planning early this year and everything is on track, but I do like to scope out the other area auctions. This year it was Ennis and seeing as they have an office in Ennis I went with my parents. I got to sit between them in the truck on the way over and everything. We get there at 5pm on the dot, because my parents are always there when things start. It was great to spend some time with my parents but lets just say I will not be attending the Ennis auction in the near future...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239226559238186482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SLV4zAkvJfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Llv2u2Btlcs/s320/ennis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom and I at the Ennis Auction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239226565580535874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SLV4zYM3uEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pePERn_vR5g/s320/ennis1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Terri, Renee and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kids...&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the grocery trip to get school lunch materials since Nathan and Cannon are both back to school on Monday. Nathan started 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and who knows if he will ever like school. Cannon's school wants the kids there at 8 to begin their lessons for the day. Yes for the normal that would be great, but 8 is way early and jumbles my day. Way too much morning time in the office. Anyway by Monday night Cannon had already eaten all of the fruit by the foot I got for Nathan's lunch and was asking for me to go get some more from the store. He needed to get some more to eat in his tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twilight Saga...&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy for the last several months and things are really changing in my office. I think I needed an escape from everything and found it with these books recommended to me by a friend. I started reading Twilight on Sunday the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and was hooked. I love the characters, the story and the escape. Last night I finally finished the last book of the series. I am glad that I will have my free time back, but I am really going to miss the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering...&lt;br /&gt;(Hopefully my only political statement from now until after the election.)&lt;br /&gt;I have heard in many different setting through out my life. Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, feed him for life. Why can't we just figure out how to teach people to support themselves instead of trying to elect someone who will just give EVERYTHING away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it... Long blog, but it has been a while..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-3746664245456911383?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3746664245456911383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=3746664245456911383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/3746664245456911383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/3746664245456911383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-girl.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SLV3dDUHo1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/SNmWnSoUEg8/s72-c/stompers5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-8269870939988372172</id><published>2008-08-11T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:35:47.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>South Bound 35</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you have ever heard this song you might know it can be a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repetitive&lt;/span&gt;, but once you ride in the car with my 3 year old for 4 hours, it will seem like nothing. From the time we finally got in the car on Friday night at about 7, until we arrived in San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Antonio&lt;/span&gt; at 11, I do not think that Cannon stopped talking. Then we get out of the car and he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reved&lt;/span&gt; up! He talks Maw into going into the hot tub until 1:30 when I finally pulled the plug on this all night party:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday filled us with food. I mean Saturday was filled with catching up and rest. Papa is gimped up. He had foot surgery on July 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and is only able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cruise&lt;/span&gt; at the speed of a turtle. So we decided to take it easy and hang around the house. Maw made pancakes for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch, and THE BEST LASAGNA EVER for dinner. She likes to make sure our bellies are good and stocked for the winter. And of course we would not have it any other way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the talking and eating on Saturday we got up and went to church with Maw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.standrewsa.org/page/page/5219389.htm"&gt;http://www.standrewsa.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Papa's first Sunday back since the end of June. It was a really great sermon. Meant for just for me, I think. Maybe the big guy really does know what he is doing after all. (I know, enough with the songs.) Anyway, we got back to the house, ate again, and then Cannon talked Maw into the hot tub again. While they were in there Hailey Bear and Auntie Heidi came to say bye to us before we made the journey back home.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233468917445563410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKEEQJdkFBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/eV8KWKN3Z4E/s320/SN850085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233468919976902386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKEEQS5FPvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CvY-kpB2gYc/s320/SN850086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233468926380833298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKEEQqv5ehI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NyWuTgcFfr0/s320/SN850089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233468928473175906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKEEQyiwF2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/622nRomXerc/s320/SN850090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-8269870939988372172?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8269870939988372172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=8269870939988372172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/8269870939988372172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/8269870939988372172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/south-bound-35.html' title='South Bound 35'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKEEQJdkFBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/eV8KWKN3Z4E/s72-c/SN850085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-1771281532906773417</id><published>2008-08-11T12:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:15:49.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest, Relax, and Celebrate</title><content type='html'>So I just got Cannon's birthday party blog up and it seems like forever ago that we had the party.  Since then we have had a Sunday of NOTHING to do, Cannon's actual birthday and a visit to Maw and Papa's house in San Antonio. &lt;br /&gt;We were all, okay maybe just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; and I, so excited to have nothing planned for the Sunday following Cannon's birthday party.  Just sitting on the couch watching TV and movies.  It was wonderful until about 4 when we all started to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restless&lt;/span&gt;, but we made it through with the help of some dinner from Cotton Patch.  See I might have cooked, but Big Daddy on the Food Network made this salad that reminded me of a great one from Cotton Patch.  I know that Food Network shows are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to inspire the home chef, but all it inspired me to do was ask J to go get some dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward from dinner to Cannon's birthday.  For which we, Cannon, Nathan, and I, met J at work and went to lunch.  Cannon thought he was so special and then got to go back to Daddy's office.  We did the world tour of the office and then headed to do some back to school shopping for Nathan.  Cannon and Nathan both had a great time.  Nathan getting new stuff and Cannon just not being at school.  Our day ended with Cannon and I having a battle of wills.  See Auntie Heidi and Hailey called to wish Cannon a happy birthday.  After getting off the phone with Hailey he decided that he HAD TO go to Hailey's house right now.  (They live in San Antonio, four hours away, and it was Wednesday night.)  I let him know that was not going to happen and he proceeded to tell me, "If we do not go to Hailey's house I am going to put my sucker on you."  "Cannon," I said, "We are not going to San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Antonio&lt;/span&gt; until Friday night."  And then he puts his sucker on my leg and says, "I told you I was going to put my sucker on you if we did not go to Hailey's house."  Then the birthday celebrations went south rather quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-1771281532906773417?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1771281532906773417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=1771281532906773417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/1771281532906773417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/1771281532906773417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/rest-relax-and-celebrate.html' title='Rest, Relax, and Celebrate'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-3450233366999836959</id><published>2008-08-08T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:57:46.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Three</title><content type='html'>Cannon's third birthday raced by too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Keller, my niece, and Cannon were born only 3 days apart we always have Cannon's party the weekend before his birthday. I decided that, with the heat, if I wanted any part of the party to be out doors it would have to be an early party. That being said I picked 11:00 am, yes I do now know I am crazy! 11:00 am is way too early to get everything you need done accomplished, but some how we, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; and I, did it!  We all know people are never on time anymore, so we did have about a 15 minute buffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the jumbo water slide arrived Cannon was pumped. He only found out about the slide on Friday night before bed. (For all of you who have or have had little ones you know that something that exciting would be asked about over and over and over if he knew about it too far in advanced.)  So as they finish setting up the slide he was already out the door. Who cares about his party guests not being there he had to do it.... After a couple of trips down the slide his cousins and friends started to show up and then he decided he would hang out in the pool area of the slide.  After a while I got tired of him NOT going down the slide and decided to get him to go down with me. That was fun, but then it was time for food, presents and cake. After all his friends went home Cannon decided he would go down the slide by himself again once Daddy, Paw, Nana, Mommy, and Wade all started playing on the slide too! We all had so much fun we want a slide of our own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233452604794218610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD1aoGaKHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4N-sZjlzXVg/s320/SN850013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannon, Logan and Hunter getting candy from Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kellye&lt;/span&gt; instead of sliding down the slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233452612394690834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD1bEagKRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/q92ycJTV760/s320/SN850016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here comes Hunter and Cannon is just hanging out at the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233452623806473762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD1bu7SJiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CV3mnyJZYHY/s320/SN850017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cannon hanging out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233452631095177074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD1cKFC73I/AAAAAAAAAFs/EGpvlfIvBdw/s320/SN850020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The parents trying to escape the heat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233452632949387234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD1cQ_H7-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZwHORofCdLo/s320/SN850022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Time for food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233453829358614226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD2h59T9tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9mxSLgl3p2A/s320/SN850030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233453831250790498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD2iBAcSGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/h9IJngThB4g/s320/SN850042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And the thank yous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233453846013472818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD2i4AI8DI/AAAAAAAAAGM/c_Bsou-COxI/s320/SN850059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now for the good stuff, the cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233453851706122130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD2jNNX35I/AAAAAAAAAGU/sYPL5ELvLDk/s320/SN850062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What a cool cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233453860276036290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD2jtImYsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/u3JVZaQoauY/s320/SN850063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blow out the candles and....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233455144080430754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD3ubra1qI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ltNIrSV22ic/s320/SN850068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Share with your friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233455147896339122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD3up5M-rI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8d3BD8vn4VM/s320/SN850069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Logan enjoying some cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233455153758111794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD3u_uwiDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xJVQaen77DU/s320/SN850076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nathan and Wade going down the slide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233455158075026978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD3vPz_biI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5ksgDBI9jVQ/s320/SN850078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paw and Daddy too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-3450233366999836959?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3450233366999836959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=3450233366999836959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/3450233366999836959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/3450233366999836959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/officially-three.html' title='Officially Three'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SKD1aoGaKHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4N-sZjlzXVg/s72-c/SN850013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-5655138178339000849</id><published>2008-07-28T14:05:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:51:15.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT WAS I THINKING?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;July is a busy month for us! It is the anniversary of when we bought our business, the fourth of July, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ's&lt;/span&gt; birthday, Payton's birthday (my cousin), MY BIRTHDAY, and then Cannon's birthday on August 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I know August 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is not July, but it takes me a while to get ready for his party and they have to be on or before his day because I have a niece born 3 days after Cannon. With all of these things going and baseball practice too, I decide I want to have at least 2 rooms decorated before Cannon's party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dining room has been done, except for cleaning up the baseboards, for a while. Our bedroom is where I decided to go next. So I painted the bedroom (including the ceilings) and then moved on to the bathroom. I have renamed it the THE ROOM OF H-E-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DOUBLE&lt;/span&gt; HOCKEY STICKS. It took forever to paint the stupid bathroom and the ceiling. Not to mention that we had to get an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;extension&lt;/span&gt; ladder just to reach the walls and ceiling over the bathtub. My neck and back are so bad that the chiropractor said no more painting. I agree, but I have to get the roman shades up! If only I had a handy husband!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post some pictures after I get the shades up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHgm4IT2TI/AAAAAAAAACs/Jv8c8aBcmek/s1600-h/100_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229207600860748082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHgm4IT2TI/AAAAAAAAACs/Jv8c8aBcmek/s320/100_0626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannon pitching to Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Payton's Birthday Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHhYydJjPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dRVFLj_zM2U/s1600-h/100_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229208458331000050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHhYydJjPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dRVFLj_zM2U/s320/100_0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Box feeding the hungry swimmers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHh8yMKV-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CWI7rqISLHI/s1600-h/100_0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229209076735039458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHh8yMKV-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CWI7rqISLHI/s320/100_0635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J and Neil "The Life of the Party"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHiXSIfXwI/AAAAAAAAADE/U3V7dadMIbU/s1600-h/100_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229209531986173698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHiXSIfXwI/AAAAAAAAADE/U3V7dadMIbU/s320/100_0636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter, Payton, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Daken&lt;/span&gt; swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHiv-LxqgI/AAAAAAAAADM/VW5jTDLFRPM/s1600-h/100_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229209956127975938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHiv-LxqgI/AAAAAAAAADM/VW5jTDLFRPM/s320/100_0637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannon NOT swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHjsicYVcI/AAAAAAAAADU/OhU-TKvcz9Y/s1600-h/100_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229210996653446594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHjsicYVcI/AAAAAAAAADU/OhU-TKvcz9Y/s320/100_0640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WooWoo&lt;/span&gt; cooking some dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHj8abxXJI/AAAAAAAAADc/sEzt6BZE9Uc/s1600-h/100_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229211269381315730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHj8abxXJI/AAAAAAAAADc/sEzt6BZE9Uc/s320/100_0641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hunter, Keller and Cannon in the deer blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHkRvgDZ5I/AAAAAAAAADk/QeM1XFuBJoY/s1600-h/100_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229211635813672850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHkRvgDZ5I/AAAAAAAAADk/QeM1XFuBJoY/s320/100_0643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are they ready yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHlXr5jfmI/AAAAAAAAADs/4zbhbEZRRsg/s1600-h/100_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229212837437734498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHlXr5jfmI/AAAAAAAAADs/4zbhbEZRRsg/s320/100_0644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paw with the munchkins waiting on those dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHlYH_7lyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9xQkJ0wA3h8/s1600-h/100_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229212844980672290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHlYH_7lyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9xQkJ0wA3h8/s320/100_0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannon and Keller gave up and went to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHlYWuoVcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nGAXW1vh77A/s1600-h/100_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229212848934639042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHlYWuoVcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nGAXW1vh77A/s320/100_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Payton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;opening&lt;/span&gt; her gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHlYuJDbPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S06hNl7aTNw/s1600-h/100_0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229212855219481842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHlYuJDbPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S06hNl7aTNw/s320/100_0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Box and Cannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHlZLyr_NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rgqVbLNdRHM/s1600-h/100_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229212863178734802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHlZLyr_NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rgqVbLNdRHM/s320/100_0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nathan thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHnuYKsmlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/thdThoSyHmg/s1600-h/100_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229215426301172306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHnuYKsmlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/thdThoSyHmg/s320/100_0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHnuvZghGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/q1MTy2XoZwQ/s1600-h/100_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229215432537310306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHnuvZghGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/q1MTy2XoZwQ/s320/100_0658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keller working her way into the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHnvNyfFrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5t90PF2Lg6Y/s1600-h/SN850003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229215440695137970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHnvNyfFrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5t90PF2Lg6Y/s320/SN850003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannon giving Nathan the evil eye on the way to Box and Paw's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHnvlxpzJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Kzi8aApqVO0/s1600-h/SN850005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229215447134096530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHnvlxpzJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Kzi8aApqVO0/s320/SN850005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nathan swimming with Hunter and Payton after getting thrown into the pool by J and Neil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHnvxNPAzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/J_MZPbHy5Ak/s1600-h/SN850007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229215450202571570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHnvxNPAzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/J_MZPbHy5Ak/s320/SN850007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hid part of the snorkel in his suit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHosXFaWUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KY73e1nSNUM/s1600-h/SN850008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229216491162458434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHosXFaWUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KY73e1nSNUM/s320/SN850008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then found it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHossFax2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/NSjz3LzRqD0/s1600-h/SN850009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229216496799631202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHossFax2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/NSjz3LzRqD0/s320/SN850009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma, J, Neil and my Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHotIxoHNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wOtBlQpXQz0/s1600-h/SN850010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229216504501247186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHotIxoHNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wOtBlQpXQz0/s320/SN850010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He might be an angel after all!&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/6039256437607339245-5655138178339000849?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5655138178339000849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=5655138178339000849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/5655138178339000849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/5655138178339000849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='WHAT WAS I THINKING?'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SJHgm4IT2TI/AAAAAAAAACs/Jv8c8aBcmek/s72-c/100_0626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-7589082763500196930</id><published>2008-07-18T11:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:21:39.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAYSSSSS????</title><content type='html'>Everyone remembers when you were FIVE and THREE FOURTHS years old. It seemed that the days passed so slow that you had to measure life in quarters years. After a while you start to look forward to the BIG years: 13 (becoming a teenager), 16 (getting your drivers license), 18 (I do not know why), and of course 21 (finally you can order your own beverage when out to dinner). What happens after that I do not know, but it seems that you are running to catch up with time as it flies by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my 21 year old boyfriend just turned 29 and has been my husband for 4 and 1/2 years, my 18 year old self is about to have my second 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday and my baby is going to be 3 on August 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I am not ready! I want him to say "&lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt; love you Mommy" in that little voice for about 3 or 30 more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE BIRTHDAYS! THEY ARE A PARTY JUST FOR THE BIRTHDAY PERSON AND THEY COME JUST ONCE A YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as celebrating goes, of course, we will have a party for Cannon. He cannot decide if it should be CARS, again, or if he wants baseball. Daddy and Nana are pushing for baseball, but Cannon is really thinking about CARS. He really wants Chick Hicks on his cake, because he is the "bad guy." Crazy kid. My birthday on the other hand, will probably carry on all weekend, because I love my birthday! Yes, I know, but I have no excuses! The plans consist of a movie, The Dark Knight, and maybe dinner for J and I, on Friday night. Saturday day is still up in the air, but Saturday night there are talks of dinner and a movie for us girls (Mom, Sissy, Stephanie, and ME!)!!! Sunday is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THE DAY&lt;/span&gt; and who knows what we will do. Usually go to my parents to eat and swim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-7589082763500196930?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7589082763500196930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=7589082763500196930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/7589082763500196930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/7589082763500196930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthdaysssss.html' title='BIRTHDAYSSSSS????'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-1360060832169348456</id><published>2008-07-18T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:22:19.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'RE TALKIN' SPORTS</title><content type='html'>The main SPORTS topic of discussion around our house this time of year is, drum roll...., BASEBALL. I mean we came up with Cannon's name after Michael Young made an awesome throw. "Wow he has a cannon for an arm. Nickie what about Cannon?" It really was that simple. After all the months we spent disagreeing on names, Cannon.&lt;br /&gt;So I was saying. Baseball is what we live, breath and watch all spring, summer and early fall. Yes EARLY fall! We are Rangers fans and without &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE RUSTY GREER&lt;/span&gt; it seems they have not gotten a lot accomplished towards the playoffs. This year they are creeping closer and closer, we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;, but another sport is sneaking into our baseball time of year.... If you guessed hockey, you don't know my family, but if you guessed football and all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Favre&lt;/span&gt; talk you are correct.&lt;br /&gt;What is going on with The Brett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Favre&lt;/span&gt; and The Packers? It is like they have both forgotten where they came from. Yeah, the Packers have been the Packers, but I will venture to say that 99% of all the fans that &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bleed packer green&lt;/span&gt; have their blood cells in the shape of a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Favre&lt;/span&gt;, yeah YOU are the hall of fame quarterback, but there should not be a doubt in your mind that Green Bay is the reason you are there! You can't even win in Dallas! Good thing they did not pick you up or you might have gotten to spend a lot more time in Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;Did the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;organization&lt;/span&gt; push him to retire? Did he go back on his word? We will never know, but for these two well respected parties to be airing their dirty laundry in such a nasty ways makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;In my OPINION: He is FREAKING Brett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Favre&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LET HIM PLAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He might have made a mistake, but he is the face of your franchise. No matter if he throws an interception on every single pass, YOUR FANS ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE! And you sure do not want YOUR fans to cheer for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Vikings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; uniform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think what kids, like my nephew, will learn if you let him come back. There is always a way to rectify a bad decision and people will forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FAVRE&lt;/span&gt;, BACK TO THE PACK! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FAVRE&lt;/span&gt;, BACK TO THE PACK! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;FAVRE&lt;/span&gt;, BACK TO THE PACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-1360060832169348456?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1360060832169348456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=1360060832169348456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/1360060832169348456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/1360060832169348456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-talkin-sports.html' title='WE&apos;RE TALKIN&apos; SPORTS'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-37767771201924420</id><published>2008-07-09T19:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:10:24.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday JJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am the only one in my house who likes to drag out the suspense of gifts, but I do not really care! I make the boys go along with me.  It is the least they can do, seeing as I am the only girl in the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said, J's gift from his parents arrived from FedEx Tuesday, the day before his birthday. He knew, because his Mom told him, that we should expect it Tuesday. So when he got home from work he asked about it, but I had to inform him that I had not gotten a thing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to Wednesday morning at about 6:30. I woke Nathan up, yes during the summer, to help me get the present out of my truck and inside the house. (He just helped me in the back door and then went right back to bed.)  I managed to get it across the house to our room and woke J up to tell him his phone had been ringing.  That is when he found his gift!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221184018956512242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SHVfM8TZa_I/AAAAAAAAACU/KjKTzlFiUuY/s320/100_0620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221184270375325842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SHVfbk6UEJI/AAAAAAAAACc/TqnfELjKVQQ/s320/100_0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is right he IS A BRAT! His parents got him an autographed Favre jersey. He is super excited! He told me that we now ALL we need is to finish the game room... And here I thought the birthday/fathers day grill would have gotten me a little more time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also got myself a hair cut for J's birthday! I know, I am really thoughtful, but I love it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221185354297026418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SHVgaq1Yp3I/AAAAAAAAACk/BHyNBI2TcgI/s320/100_0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-37767771201924420?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/37767771201924420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=37767771201924420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/37767771201924420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/37767771201924420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-jj.html' title='Happy Birthday JJ'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SHVfM8TZa_I/AAAAAAAAACU/KjKTzlFiUuY/s72-c/100_0620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-2164399405827704739</id><published>2008-07-09T12:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:46:22.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family filled Fourth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our Independence Day Weekend was full of family and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J's parents came into town for the fourth. Or really they came in because it might be a while before they can get up here, with Greg having surgery on his foot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we decided to kick the long weekend off the way we kick everything off, by eating! So some Don Jose's, my favorite Mexican &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;, it was. After dinner we met up with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; and all watched the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hach's&lt;/span&gt; fireworks. This time Cannon did not even stop to watch the fireworks, he was way too busy playing with Hunter and the really cool flashlights my Mom brought... Cannon and Hunter playing make the Capri Sun straw fly at the fireworks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221177453387546418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SHVZOxpxfzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3g59YsVf66A/s320/100_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221179138925412130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SHVaw4xUPyI/AAAAAAAAACM/dRZwXsIWqq0/s320/100_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, J finally got his father's day gift, which I decided was also his birthday present! The only problem was that when we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/span&gt; the grill he wanted was not put together. Of course J is not going to put it together and the guy said it was a no go for having it ready on the Fourth... We could not decide, but the guy caved and J got his grill. Dinner was wonderful! Steaks, shrimp, corn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;asparagus&lt;/span&gt;, sweet potatoes, and I even made "the best chocolate cake ever!" After that we just waddled down the street to watch fireworks with the neighbors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SHUH8zdNyVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/P-Kl4quMv8U/s1600-h/100_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221088084192250194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SHUH8zdNyVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/P-Kl4quMv8U/s200/100_0619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the weekend was just relaxing and eating! The two things I do best! The boys (J, Papa, and Nathan) did build a pitching mound on Sunday, it only took them 3 or 4 trips to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/span&gt; to get it right.  After all that hard work J got a sty and decided to take MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MOM's&lt;/span&gt; advice and put a potato on it.  As of Wednesday he STILL has the sty.&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/6039256437607339245-2164399405827704739?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2164399405827704739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=2164399405827704739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/2164399405827704739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/2164399405827704739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-filled-fourth.html' title='Family filled Fourth'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SHVZOxpxfzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3g59YsVf66A/s72-c/100_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-5281788784439997947</id><published>2008-06-30T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:19:04.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALREADY JULY?</title><content type='html'>WOW! I cannot believe tomorrow is July 1st... This summer is sprinting by! It must be all the running we have been doing. I mean we have had 2 baseball camps,  games and scrimmages during the week and on the weekends too, and then there is the regular everyday things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was no exception to the wirlwind of June. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217698922620556706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SGj9hou8laI/AAAAAAAAABE/cjQ3aTZvdi4/s200/100_0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was probably the most calm. Nathan mowed the yard, like a champ. Meanwhile J was still at a work function, sounds serious, but they were a some place playing volleyball, but he did pick up dinner for the boys and I on the way home.  Cannon mastered the art of eating chicken nuggets and french fries with chop sticks, from school.  After dinner we were back to watching the Rangers game, from which Nathan had great inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday w&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SGkD5f2tinI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ifigk2U0vrk/s1600-h/100_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217705929623833202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SGkD5f2tinI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ifigk2U0vrk/s200/100_0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e were up before the sun and off to baseball again.. After the games we dallied around the house, took a nap, and then off to Red Oak White and Blue. It was fun for the kids and I got to see people outside of work, always a nice thing! Woo Woo and her family met us for the fireworks and the two little boys were so funny. Hunter would ooh and awe at the fireworks and Cannon would ask "Why are we here watching these fireworks." The older two ones just sat inside the truck, I guess that at 13 you are too cool for fireworks...... But not too cool to be inspired by a major league baseball player to mowhawk your hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SGkEliqgCzI/AAAAAAAAABs/wnhmZee90ok/s1600-h/100_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217706686292167474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SGkEliqgCzI/AAAAAAAAABs/wnhmZee90ok/s200/100_0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, more baseball and then some shopping. The shopping was suppost to be for me, but the only thing I ended up with was a bottle of wine. When we got home we were so tired, we watched the Rangers, again... Then there was the usual Sunday evening stuff to get ready for Monday, but Cannon did find time to take his spaceship for a spin...  He flew to Sonic and got Mrs. Carol, the team mom from Nathan's baseball team, a "Big" coke and some chicken nuggets..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SGkA-E78RzI/AAAAAAAAABU/KtuwYgoKz2M/s1600-h/100_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All and all a wonderful weekend. &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/6039256437607339245-5281788784439997947?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5281788784439997947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=5281788784439997947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/5281788784439997947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/5281788784439997947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/already-july.html' title='ALREADY JULY?'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SGj9hou8laI/AAAAAAAAABE/cjQ3aTZvdi4/s72-c/100_0601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-729717322026149738</id><published>2008-06-19T19:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:24:24.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our SHORT Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SF_4CMNbOQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OY6b0vWmXLI/s1600-h/100_0799_0040_040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215159610039286018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SF_4CMNbOQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OY6b0vWmXLI/s200/100_0799_0040_040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys and I made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trek&lt;/span&gt; down to Port &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aransas&lt;/span&gt;, Corpus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christi&lt;/span&gt;, to meet J's parents for a little R&amp;amp;R. The adventure being Cannon in the car for 7 plus hours... And Nathan not wanting to climb in the trunk by hour 1. (See Cannon thinks who ever might be in the backseat with him is his personal assistant and well that can be rather demanding.) We made it, 5 stops later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SF_sbR3DiuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lCkfHk6s1NM/s1600-h/100_0796_0043_043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215146846913268450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SF_sbR3DiuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lCkfHk6s1NM/s320/100_0796_0043_043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our resort, Port Royal, was wonderful! First thing we did after putting our bags in the rooms was go down to the beach. Cannon and I played in the sand and then walked towards the water to rinse off. Wave comes, knocks him over, and he is ready to play in the pool, not the ocean! That is my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the quick beach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;excursion&lt;/span&gt; out to eat it was, since eating is the MOST important thing we do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of the weekend went pretty quickly.. Saturday: eat, pool, eat, nap, beach, shower, eat. On Sunday we wanted the brunch, which we thought would be quick to get into, little did we know would take until 12:30 to be seated. Oh well, it was awesome! Then to the aquarium we went. Where the dolphins swam to Cannon's song, Life is a Highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mini-trip was great! It is always nice to get away from the stress of life and spend time with the boys and the in-laws.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SF_3zipWPDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8oz_jXiWon4/s1600-h/100_0803_0036_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215159358363941938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SF_3zipWPDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8oz_jXiWon4/s200/100_0803_0036_036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SF_4Ob9ZiwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/77J0IEP1-S4/s1600-h/100_0804_0035_035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215159820425464578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SF_4Ob9ZiwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/77J0IEP1-S4/s200/100_0804_0035_035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SF_0Z90rU8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7VrTYJGooPM/s1600-h/100_0803_0036_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-729717322026149738?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/729717322026149738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=729717322026149738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/729717322026149738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/729717322026149738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-short-adventure.html' title='Our SHORT Adventure'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SF_4CMNbOQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OY6b0vWmXLI/s72-c/100_0799_0040_040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-6757524991190177307</id><published>2008-06-12T14:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:54:57.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made It!</title><content type='html'>Well... We have made it through 3 days of the new class and even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;achieved&lt;/span&gt; a new milestone. See I was the mom who did not care that my kiddo was still using a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;passy&lt;/span&gt;. To me it just meant he got to be little longer. The move to his new class meant that he had to not use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;passy&lt;/span&gt; at school. With this I decided that there was no time like the present to take it away at home too. Monday: Daddy gave in, Tuesday: Mommy gave in, and Wednesday: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Passy&lt;/span&gt; FAIRY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came and took it to other babies who need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;passies&lt;/span&gt;. Thank goodness for&lt;em&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Passy&lt;/span&gt; FAIRY&lt;/em&gt;. No more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;passy&lt;/span&gt; and no tears either. He was so pumped to wake up and find money in his bed!!! Go Cannon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-6757524991190177307?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6757524991190177307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=6757524991190177307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/6757524991190177307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/6757524991190177307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-made-it.html' title='We Made It!'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039256437607339245.post-8453950491715575227</id><published>2008-06-09T17:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:32:38.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning How</title><content type='html'>So, TODAY I have decided to take on this blogging thing... I have been inspired by a friend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hers&lt;/span&gt; is always so fun to read. We will see where this goes. Knowing me I will do it for a little while and then forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best place to start it today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are a parent there is always a funny story to tell or something to laugh about, but today I came to work in tears. My baby got moved to the 3 year old class at school. We still have a little less than 2 months until he is 3, so he must be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;, or they needed room in the 2 year old class and he is a champ at the potty training thing! In his new class he has to sit in his desk, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;passy&lt;/span&gt; when Mommy leaves him in the morning, and he just looked so little. I know that he is going to make it fine through this growing up thing but what about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway that wraps up my first blog and I look forward to next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6039256437607339245-8453950491715575227?l=theyrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8453950491715575227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6039256437607339245&amp;postID=8453950491715575227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/8453950491715575227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6039256437607339245/posts/default/8453950491715575227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyrocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/learning-how.html' title='Learning How'/><author><name>Rockin the Rock Pile</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wo4kZuinCSE/SvB0gVHXW5I/AAAAAAAAALI/88d9--kTYLE/S220/tophat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
