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1. Use the list above as inspiration and take a photo everyday. For example for number one on the list, 'your view today' you'd take a shot of whatever it is that you can see today. This would be a wider shot of your office space, where you went for a walk, or whatever it is that you can see!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;What I should say:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful for the things that they are learning and A has progressed so much it is unreal!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;What I am saying:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Come on people K to the 5! Calm down already......&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;What needs to be said:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;Mrs. Jan (A's teacher) is A-Mazing! Her patience could easily give Job a run for his money. She is the kid whisperer. Mad skills people. Even when she is punishing the kids it almost like you can't be mad, she is so slick with it. The kids feel the pain but it doesn't hurt! Does that make sense? Probably not!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's what they brought back that was pitiful. The team coaches had not opened the gym yet and K and her boy BFF went to check the side door. On the way back, they raced. Both tripped, skin and tears were lost that morning. Kadence is a TERRIBLE patient by the way. Everything burns! "Mommy, don't look at it, it burns!" " Really Kady, my looks make it burn?" After getting all patched up, she desperately wanted to go back to the game. Daddy Do was the bad guy and said no, so she sniffled, whined and walked with a stiff leg all afternoon and told him it was his fault for not watching her close enough and that is why she got hurt! Kids.....everything is our fault!&lt;/div&gt;
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Addison has had this loose from tooth for two weeks straight. Right in the front, cocked to the side, dangling by a thread, loose tooth. Problem is her mouth is so tiny that Daddy Do and I couldn't get our chubby fingers in there to fetch it. Finally, this past Saturday night A had tolerated enough incessant wiggling and had come to the end of her rope, literally. We tied a sring to the little nugget and slammed the door. She was standing there so brave and bubbling with excitement. Tie went the string, slam went the door and POP went the tooth, right out of her mouth, into the floor.&lt;br /&gt;
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We get home to severe stomach cramps and one sick little puppy. All night long kinda sick. My brains (all of them) were completely focused on this itty bitty's beck and call. After spending the majority of our time in the bathroom we where exhausted and the Lysol can was embedded into my palm. Lightening cracks, thunder shakes the house and the rain sounded like a full on hurricane. Stay with me people, we have made it to Monday morning. At least I get a bright eyed girl, still with a pale face but improving, "I guess my tooth wasn't good enough?" pouted face. What no visit, no dough...... "Sure it was baby, you know that TF didn't want to catch that virus. I am positive she will visit tonight." screeches the Mom with scrambled eggs for memory.&lt;br /&gt;
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Scene: Tuesday morning, Dad gone to work early, littles in bed, Mom catching a quick, HOT shower before work. Knock, knock! "Come in sweet doll, I'm in the shower!" " Well Mom, it happened again!" " What did?" " The TF was a no show." "UHHHHH, you are kidding?" " Mom, do I look like I am kidding?" "Well no, no you don't" "I know Mom, She must have been scared of Dumplin (harmless chihuahua)!" "Addison you are surely right!"&lt;br /&gt;
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Most of all people are realizing the time they throw away that could be spent with family or friends. Secondly, considering some individuals comment that the economy is rising, people on or around my intake level aren't really seeing the benefits yet. Have you eve heard the saying " it takes a second to loose trust but years to gain it back"? I believe this is true with economy and even right down to personal finances. The past week I have been thinking a lot about ways to improve the quality of life for my family. Most everyone is addicted to &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;pinterest&lt;/a&gt;, myself included, and I came across a &lt;a href="http://www.operationorganization-mn.com/2011/09/7-habits-of-highly-organized-people.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that provided some tips to get me going in the right direction. If you are one of the many people trying to get back to the basics and enjoy things that are important, please take the time to look it over. It helped me to gain a new perspective without overwhelming my mind. There are printable charts and lists on the particular organization post, they are very trendy and helpful at the same time. So here's to us trying to make things simple again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Corbel, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="position: relative; left: 0px; width: auto; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; text-align: left; border-top-width: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-color: initial; color: rgb(98, 85, 41); font-size: 18px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Corinthians+14%3A40&amp;amp;version=ESV" class="bibleref"&gt;1 Corinthians 14:40&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: -1em; "&gt;But all things should be done decently and in order.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cag4kfkwXOQ/Tr04__Ipw_I/AAAAAAAABgg/PjMYpjArBmc/s1600/Cassie_Signature.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cag4kfkwXOQ/Tr04__Ipw_I/AAAAAAAABgg/PjMYpjArBmc/s200/Cassie_Signature.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673753777487332338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3011989358090523618-7704004959183517696?l=bamacassiefields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is Addison's 3rd year and she has made tremendous improvement. I was shocked to see her throwing it up for two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-we5gkattHHE/TxR775JnfZI/AAAAAAAABow/QKw_u2GbX1k/s1600/GEDC0853.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-we5gkattHHE/TxR775JnfZI/AAAAAAAABow/QKw_u2GbX1k/s320/GEDC0853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698315697414176146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kadence has never attempted any sport or athletic class. Poor little thing she has alway been so shy but this year is her year!She might not be the strongest on the team but it is such a blessing to see her out there making an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rtEChFWTCw/TxR78pzscXI/AAAAAAAABpI/u59s4tZ3nak/s320/GEDC0856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698315710475563378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dSAfGdiWp94/TxR78OGFqDI/AAAAAAAABo8/Rspa9x8eoqM/s320/GEDC0854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698315703036520498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have only had practice so far. our first game is coming up, so excited to be a ball mom!!!whoop whoop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cag4kfkwXOQ/Tr04__Ipw_I/AAAAAAAABgg/PjMYpjArBmc/s1600/Cassie_Signature.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cag4kfkwXOQ/Tr04__Ipw_I/AAAAAAAABgg/PjMYpjArBmc/s200/Cassie_Signature.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673753777487332338" /&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/3011989358090523618-9057332657663509999?l=bamacassiefields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I didn't get any try before pictures but I am sure we can paint it in your mind with words. We started with an older entertainment center, walnut brown if not darker? It had yucky brass pulls and was in desperate need of a makeover. Although there are a few more things that I would like to add doors with centered chicken wire, in the large mid section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taRckXn9o_I/TxN78GZmUjI/AAAAAAAABoc/tDIVY0QRtmY/s200/GEDC0603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698034225994158642" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kU5B9AXRXhQ/TxN77iPBAAI/AAAAAAAABoM/thCJPGPTGYo/s200/GEDC0602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698034216286093314" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wood was dark, so we primed the piece first. This took the longest to dry and sand down a bit. Then we coated it in eggshell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qhsuo8dGXy0/TxN78p0wF4I/AAAAAAAABok/es9pWtdg5jg/s200/GEDC0606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698034235503286146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fabric has a light pattern and I though it would be great for the inside. We used standard fabric glue to adhere to the inside of the top two sections. There was no need to do this on the bottom. One slot is for a drawer and I purchased woven baskets for the lowest slot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the "almost" finished product. I got the wrong size pulls, even after measuring twice. I wrote it down wrong on my list, oh well. This just leaves room for another post. 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I felt fantastic to be 39 weeks pregnant. Getting ready for my (fingers crossed) last pre-delivery OB appt. I thought about what our baby girl would look like and eagerly anticipated her arrival. Waddled out the door and endured an hour long drive the Dr.'s office. My progression was less than to be desired but my Doc was always so great at planning. She quickly told me to choose a date and we would get this train rolling. Of course, the word tomorrow shot out of my mouth like a steaming bullet. I returned to work that day, got my affairs in order and tried to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 12th, 2006 - Sleep had been out of the question for many weeks but somehow I managed to get the most complete rest the night before. I think it was the fact that we new where, when and how this would be happening and all of the sketchy pre-term labor scares where out of the way. So at 3:30 am, all bright a bushy tailed, we got ourselves together and the car packed, met up with my mom and headed to the hospital. We arrived around 5am and it was still pitch dark walking through the parking deck. I can remember walking to the glass door and stopping because I was shaking so badly. I was scared and Bama was scared, a good scared I guess. Here we where the day we had a waited for 9 long months. With 1000 cords and monitors hooked up, we waited and waited. "Please Lord don't let me be one of the unfortuntate ladies to lay here in labor for 25 hours!" It was like watching concrete dry, the hands on the clock would round and round but nothing was producing. About 5pm the go ahead was given, okay a green light to push. We got this! Bama looking weathered by that time, had almost given out. The anesthesia had made me deathly sick and I had nothing to eat but liquids from the iv drip. It looked like an excerpt from the exorcist. When I looked at him and his face was pale and green tinted, I knew to give him the signal to bow out. He was precious that day and I knew he felt terrible for leaving me but at that point there where three of us and he knew he was the bottom of the totem pole. Not long after Bama exited this little baby decided that she would not make an entrance without a scene and it ended us in the emergency C-section room. My mother went in with me as Bama stand in. It didn't take long and I felt terrific. Those drugs I would recommend 10 fold. After the panic this baby had caused just minutes prior my mind was on high alert of what difficulties could be headed our way. I don't remember taking a breath the entire time but once that terrific scream was let out, all I could do was cry. At 7:02, weighing 7lbs 2oz, 21in. long in all her beauty, we had an Addison to take home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 12th, 2012 - To Addison, your spirit and attitude are a lot to handle at times. You have always acted twice your age and made us feel twice ours. You told today me that I was the best mother and snuggle buggler in the world. For once I agreed with you. We may not always make the right choices or be the best parent but we love you and we need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0r8UzV5igE/Tw9eAe8f8AI/AAAAAAAABnc/nQbLy5YWJEs/s1600/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696875416046792706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0r8UzV5igE/Tw9eAe8f8AI/AAAAAAAABnc/nQbLy5YWJEs/s200/scan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-98HoGZ4UB9M/Tw9dy0_TwhI/AAAAAAAABnQ/Q4oWReXc7BI/s1600/T77201042_015_194_121806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696875181445988882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-98HoGZ4UB9M/Tw9dy0_TwhI/AAAAAAAABnQ/Q4oWReXc7BI/s200/T77201042_015_194_121806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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They both start the night out in their own beds fabulously. It's just around 2am they end up in the bed with the parentals. A, started out in a bassinet beside our bed but back then Daddy Do worked the night shift and Mommy got awfully lonely in the bed. So she would sleep with me until Bama got home around 3am. K, has NEVER been one to sleep in the bed with us. She would always fight and become restless until we tightly swaddled her and put her back into her crib. Once we moved into our new home, almost 2 years ago, they both slept famously and enjoyed their new rooms. Within the last 6 months they get up and move to our bed. A, has been begging us to either sleep on the family room couch or in Kadence's floor on a pallet. This has been going on for the last 3 months. I am thinking that if we put them in the same room that it might help out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now A has a full size bed, dresser w/mirror, side table and tall boy that all match. K has a twin bed and a few pieces that coordinate. One room would be to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o cramped with both of those beds and bunks are still a little dangerous for my taste. We are probably going to go with two twins? Know I am on the hunt for a few gems. I am really in love with the color schemes below, what cha think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGNXN2ycp-A/TwenrW_MbII/AAAAAAAABmI/ZIcMTbrAiVM/s200/il_fullxfull.280698499.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694704617180130434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1UExoNIs624/TwenrPv8j8I/AAAAAAAABl8/Vc4rtr0XPUk/s200/il_fullxfull.256223121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694704615237128130" /&gt;I am going through a gray phase and think that these would be great accent pieces for some solid bedding. Quilts are pretty expensive, I may try my hand at these rag styles. Hopefully, I will have some before pics soon and maybe ask for some decorative ideas to restyle some furniture. Get your thinking/designer caps ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cag4kfkwXOQ/Tr04__Ipw_I/AAAAAAAABgg/PjMYpjArBmc/s1600/Cassie_Signature.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cag4kfkwXOQ/Tr04__Ipw_I/AAAAAAAABgg/PjMYpjArBmc/s200/Cassie_Signature.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673753777487332338" /&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/3011989358090523618-2606980005691881269?l=bamacassiefields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The girls have gone through some many I stopped counting and documenting all of them. So this is just for the sake of my mind. A likes her hair long, shiny, soft and smelly good. Those are her main requirements. A recent hair-ism is the bump, teased bangs with strands of hair pulled back over it and "body pinned". &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0iTP5H7Qf4/TwTO9oyr-eI/AAAAAAAABko/tXFz2Se4KMU/s1600/Phone%2B047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693903387220507106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0iTP5H7Qf4/TwTO9oyr-eI/AAAAAAAABko/tXFz2Se4KMU/s400/Phone%2B047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and don't forget that pony goes on the side. Yey, for still getting a bow in every now and then. "Momma bows are for babies!" (Rip Sound) that was heart being torn from my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we have the most recent faze with braids. I have never been a good braider. What I'd like to know is when did a regular braid go out of style. I have watched so many you tube tutorials my eyes are crossed. Now it's the french down one side, around the head and down the opposite shoulder, waterfall, fishtail......SHEW, my stubby fingers are aching. I have learned that I can braid wet hair much easier and neater that dry. I guess because my chubs can't hold onto dry floaty hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;word?). href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGR38dsesac/TwWtkhYaCSI/AAAAAAAABk0/Ztz9-j82IF0/s1600/IMAG1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694148146827495714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGR38dsesac/TwWtkhYaCSI/AAAAAAAABk0/Ztz9-j82IF0/s400/IMAG1087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;word?). what="" i="" want="" to="" know="" is="" when="" did="" a="" regular="" braid="" go="" out="" of="" now="" it="" french="" from="" side="" around="" and="" down="" the="" my="" stubby="" fingers="" t="" take="" have="" learned="" that="" wet="" hair="" much="" better="" than="" slips="" through="" chubs="" dry="" one=""&gt;&lt;/word?).&gt;&lt;/word?).&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At least I have it pretty easy with K, she detests having long hair. Her head is so sensitive that brushing her hair is a nightmare. We did decide on a new little cute to make her little cuteness pop. She calls it her pixie hair do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694150392746240914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jffVL3cczNk/TwWvnQFKa5I/AAAAAAAABlM/hz5iWeJqsy8/s400/New%2BImage%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cag4kfkwXOQ/Tr04__Ipw_I/AAAAAAAABgg/PjMYpjArBmc/s1600/Cassie_Signature.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673753777487332338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cag4kfkwXOQ/Tr04__Ipw_I/AAAAAAAABgg/PjMYpjArBmc/s200/Cassie_Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3011989358090523618-3985342916767023983?l=bamacassiefields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here is the vow to make and keep promises this year. We will call it promises cause I feel much worse when I break a promise, don't you? So here are my promises for 2012!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-get right with God!&lt;/b&gt; Not just me but all four of us. 2011 was by far our worst year at staying in touch religiously. We decide early in the year that our little home church was wonderful and full of precious family members but it just wasn't a good fit for us anymore. We visited many fantastic churches over this year and just haven't settled on a more permanent faith home. So we will probably do a bit more visiting and then choose. After all I don't want to timeline this one cause the Man upstairs is sure to let us know when we have hit gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-be in tune with the hubs!&lt;/b&gt; Bama and I have made it through the seven/eight year itch and are headed to the nine. We do work great together when we are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;not broken. Okay, so I won't say we are broken, just rusty. This means making the time to pamper our marriage and remembering why we got married and what the institution stands for (refer to #1, reference The Book!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-successfully maintain our household!&lt;/b&gt; This means to me, have everything in order not just do the "someones coming shuffle". That's what we call throwing everything into mom n dad's room and slamming the door shut, haha! Alright, so that's at least having things presentable, yet not interfering with the girl's right to have fun. After all a slightly messy house is a happy one....please don't burst my bubble, we have to start somewhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In order to not stress out completely, these are the first few promises that I can keep. Once these have been smacked out of the park, we can move to new ones. Yeah, how'd you like that, smacked out of the park, baseball reference, look at me, I am so sporty. I think that is on the hubs promise list. &lt;b&gt;#1 make wifey more sports affiliated&lt;/b&gt;, check!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course in all randomness here is a pic from our very last Cmas gathering. We will call it the 2nd Annual Husband's Immediate Family Christmas. GN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;grammer?). of="" course="" we="" had="" a="" great="" time="" always="" partaking="" the="" adult="" beverage="" while="" assuring="" care="" littles="" is="" number="" 1="" after="" are="" responsive="" adults="" i="" moving="" from="" my="" div="" on=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;grammer?) to="" play="" games="" and="" shoot="" we="" do="" it="" kid="" friendly="" momma="" got="" a="" bit="" tipsy="" but="" i="" assure="" you="" that="" there="" are="" always="" enough="" responsible="" adults="" handle="" every="" incidence="" revolving="" around="" the="" littles="" of="" course="" they="" shadowed="" from="" jalapeno="" so="" moving="" my="" div="" on=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9VvXaVSo1k/TwJvv1_ZcfI/AAAAAAAABkc/qLudA47Rw9o/s400/GEDC0811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693235746687250930" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;(pictured L to R, Addison, Alston, Kadence, Nanna &amp;amp; Kenzie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/grammer?)&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/grammer?).&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3011989358090523618-7709454750188775536?l=bamacassiefields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This set of Fields were extremely unprepared. We had no Christmas cards this year, which = frustrated mom! I have run out of time. Finished our last bit of shopping today, so not like me! This year has been overwhelming. My organization button has been broken all year. Hopefully 2012 will be better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago we had breakfast with Santa, well we had breakfast. Then Santa came through for a hot minute. I did manage a few pictures aside from the mass chaos of spilled juice and milk. That is right, two spills in 30 mins. I was frazzled! The kids had fun and their pancakes were scrumptious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byGEP7oInbU/TvVECK__CGI/AAAAAAAABj4/yAJvtl4lpHk/s1600/Cmas%2B2011%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689528508355643490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byGEP7oInbU/TvVECK__CGI/AAAAAAAABj4/yAJvtl4lpHk/s400/Cmas%2B2011%2B010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have already had the Fields Christmas gathering. Good food, great company and a round of bad gifts via Mom and Daddy Do. So the deal is that we bring a gift for each of our own children to open. Which I think is a great idea cause we can choose something they would like and it's just plain simple! I LOVE simple.....this year K wanted horses with wings to open specifically at Maw Maw Fields Cmas. See K is SUPER specific which makes things simple, well not so much all of the time because she goes into deep affliction if things aren't just right. Okay, Horses with wings, my little pony should suffice...um, NO! Specific horses with butterfly wings.This little gem below. Extremely hard to get unless you order two weeks in advance, which I did not. Needless to say Mammie saved the day and scored us a few "wind dancers" the day before. Now as you can see by the pic they are fairly cute, just not durable. Before we knew it, wings had been plucked from the poor horses back and we had a sad little girl flung into rage! Daddy Do and I are still hearing about it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dG8Q9_aCHXk/TvVFCGB55JI/AAAAAAAABkE/woUiCCKdzH4/s1600/100113_cat2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689529606533145746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dG8Q9_aCHXk/TvVFCGB55JI/AAAAAAAABkE/woUiCCKdzH4/s400/100113_cat2_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hadn't mentioned anything that &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; might want that would be good to open there. So I thought it would be fun to get her a friendship bracelet maker. She like crafty stuff, like me. Here we are walking around chest poked out for the awesome gifts that our children where about to receive and little did we know fail #2 was lurking. The bracelet maker was a bust. It was impossible for a room full of adults to figure out, much less an easily distracted 5 yr. old. OUCH is all I can say. Hopefully there will be better gift luck from here on out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cag4kfkwXOQ/Tr04__Ipw_I/AAAAAAAABgg/PjMYpjArBmc/s1600/Cassie_Signature.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673753777487332338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cag4kfkwXOQ/Tr04__Ipw_I/AAAAAAAABgg/PjMYpjArBmc/s200/Cassie_Signature.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3011989358090523618-4140674656637509616?l=bamacassiefields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We spent a LOT of time outdoors swinging and grilling. Our social calendar began to slow a bit since the end of summer got closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cousin Brittany got married and of course she was a beauty with that striking Auburn hair against her gown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675423635388721650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGQWichyHjY/TsMnugkzafI/AAAAAAAABic/dclevO5O1dg/s400/Brittany%2527sWedding%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Mammie's side of the family pictured.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This set of Fields added a new member to the family. Meet Dumplin, she is tiny and too smart for her own good. We are all wrapped around her....... dew claw? (weird) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677841799472692914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pB1BT5i6dOc/Tsu_CLxvPrI/AAAAAAAABis/vt47TNccTV4/s400/DSC08343.JPG" /&gt;(Daddy Do is a little scruffy but we can see where K gets those baby blue eyes!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheers to catchin up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cag4kfkwXOQ/Tr04__Ipw_I/AAAAAAAABgg/PjMYpjArBmc/s1600/Cassie_Signature.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673753777487332338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cag4kfkwXOQ/Tr04__Ipw_I/AAAAAAAABgg/PjMYpjArBmc/s200/Cassie_Signature.png" /&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/3011989358090523618-8673143273547184060?l=bamacassiefields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ow31TyAMoE8iPTX24YXo0-DJua0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ow31TyAMoE8iPTX24YXo0-DJua0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AJourneyThroughTheFields/~4/hbtjChRlgrs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bamacassiefields.blogspot.com/feeds/1981423065226011899/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bamacassiefields.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-year-is-here.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011989358090523618/posts/default/1981423065226011899?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011989358090523618/posts/default/1981423065226011899?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AJourneyThroughTheFields/~3/hbtjChRlgrs/school-year-is-here.html" title="School Year is Here!" /><author><name>Cassie Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07819753291744851815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AG2qYo1dPPM/TrFmgcXK2sI/AAAAAAAABdI/v_V3XcgFPN8/s220/16752598130_pJzWm.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4y5ZpV1KdYk/Tjc1bzgyhXI/AAAAAAAABco/bXSFHXKinh4/s72-c/207048_213899548636505_100000493834116_839832_1757493_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bamacassiefields.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-year-is-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcARXc6cSp7ImA9WhZXEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011989358090523618.post-1742868054486263868</id><published>2011-04-28T22:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:17:24.919-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-28T22:17:24.919-05:00</app:edited><title>Legacy</title><content type="html">I just wanted to share this story in hopes to inspire others as it has me.&lt;a href="http://www.visionforum.com/news/blogs/doug/2011/04/9416/"&gt;http://www.visionforum.com/news/blogs/doug/2011/04/9416/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3011989358090523618-1742868054486263868?l=bamacassiefields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hT3s1tGdBeyIJSh6wgaSrxtwZHQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hT3s1tGdBeyIJSh6wgaSrxtwZHQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AJourneyThroughTheFields/~4/MVyebt4nnus" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bamacassiefields.blogspot.com/feeds/1742868054486263868/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bamacassiefields.blogspot.com/2011/04/legacy.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011989358090523618/posts/default/1742868054486263868?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011989358090523618/posts/default/1742868054486263868?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AJourneyThroughTheFields/~3/MVyebt4nnus/legacy.html" title="Legacy" /><author><name>Cassie Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07819753291744851815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AG2qYo1dPPM/TrFmgcXK2sI/AAAAAAAABdI/v_V3XcgFPN8/s220/16752598130_pJzWm.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bamacassiefields.blogspot.com/2011/04/legacy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcAQnc8eip7ImA9Wx9WFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011989358090523618.post-5464199207909748227</id><published>2011-01-19T22:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:34:03.972-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-19T22:34:03.972-06:00</app:edited><title>I Make Pie Like a Samurai</title><content type="html">Well at least that's what the lil'chicks say around here when I make ANY kind of pie. THANK YOU Backyardigans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to get this set of Fields to eat better meals and that means I need to cook better meals. Below is my very first shot at Chicken Pot Pie. I know it may seem amateur but believe me it was sketchy at times. It turned out not so pretty but my was it tasty!!!!&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_5564121201586835506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TTe6wLvNkDI/AAAAAAAABbc/X-PstE8jCGA/s400/Jan2011%2B005.jpg" border="0" /&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_5564121203317840354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TTe6wSL6meI/AAAAAAAABbk/oaTDBew7Snc/s400/Jan2011%2B006.jpg" border="0" /&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/3011989358090523618-5464199207909748227?l=bamacassiefields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9F6FWoPXTN9eq0QmaxeI32dx12M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9F6FWoPXTN9eq0QmaxeI32dx12M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AJourneyThroughTheFields/~4/bDgKB3wlJUc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bamacassiefields.blogspot.com/feeds/5464199207909748227/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bamacassiefields.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-make-pie-like-samurai.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011989358090523618/posts/default/5464199207909748227?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011989358090523618/posts/default/5464199207909748227?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AJourneyThroughTheFields/~3/bDgKB3wlJUc/i-make-pie-like-samurai.html" title="I Make Pie Like a Samurai" /><author><name>Cassie Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07819753291744851815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AG2qYo1dPPM/TrFmgcXK2sI/AAAAAAAABdI/v_V3XcgFPN8/s220/16752598130_pJzWm.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TTe6wLvNkDI/AAAAAAAABbc/X-PstE8jCGA/s72-c/Jan2011%2B005.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bamacassiefields.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-make-pie-like-samurai.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ENQ3k5cCp7ImA9Wx9WEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011989358090523618.post-3548408557654983117</id><published>2011-01-16T22:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:48:12.728-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-16T22:48:12.728-06:00</app:edited><title>Piercing Pain</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's go back about two years for just a sec. Most people know that Addison has always acted a lot older than she is "in some ways". So at the age of 3 she decides that she needs her ears pierced to be beautiful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt; and talked about the request &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt;. He and I decided that when she turned 5, she would be able to take care of them and clean them properly. So we sat her down and discussed the agreement and she was okay with it. Trust me folks this kid never forgets anything! On Jan. 12 she turned the big 5 years old. I ask myself over and over can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; really have been that long ago since we first met our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boozle&lt;/span&gt;? Unfortunately the answers is always Yes, it has been that long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before her birthday she was so excited because Daddy Do was baking cupcakes for school. I was sitting at the table and she told me that she was cold and it was a bit drafty. Then a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later she was hot but shivery. Of course she was running a fever but never had any other complaints. She ran it all through the night and we fought it with cold rags and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt;. The morning of her birthday she was so exhausted that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt; said it was best for her to stay at home and oddly enough, she agreed. I got ready for work and leaned in for kisses, Happy Birthdays and goodbyes and she said "Momma, you know I am 5 today and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; you get home I get my ears pierced!" I knew it must have meant a lot to her to remember after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; this time. She had patiently waited TWO years, which would be a decade to a kid. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563011546296498690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TTPJhvpmOgI/AAAAAAAABa8/6wiGXTPnnB8/s400/Jan2011%2B012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So Saturday after I got in from morning work we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; to Claire's at the Summit to get them done. I was more nervous than Addison was. I could hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kadence&lt;/span&gt; discussing with her how bad they thought it would hurt and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kadence&lt;/span&gt; told her that she would never have it done. Addison assured &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kadence&lt;/span&gt; even though it might hurt that she was brave and would do it anyway! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563011552186522434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TTPJiFl420I/AAAAAAAABbE/Rwi2nFap3Nw/s400/Jan2011%2B014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And she did........no tears, no screams! I think I was freaking out more than she was. My eyes began to well with tears just looking at her in the chair all grown up and taking a big step in life. I really could have pulled her out and ran from the store like a mad woman. They do look so pretty on her and she is so proud of them and doing so great cleaning them. She amazes me everyday with the smallest of things.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563011557287911842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TTPJiYmJ4aI/AAAAAAAABbM/BimxFaIt2tE/s400/Jan2011%2B015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Fields.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3011989358090523618-3548408557654983117?l=bamacassiefields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0cm9Y7kHzUNBJ1t1Zg5GIV1-txI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0cm9Y7kHzUNBJ1t1Zg5GIV1-txI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AJourneyThroughTheFields/~4/UNLba00Iypw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bamacassiefields.blogspot.com/feeds/3759521896648109036/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bamacassiefields.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-little-funny.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011989358090523618/posts/default/3759521896648109036?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3011989358090523618/posts/default/3759521896648109036?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AJourneyThroughTheFields/~3/UNLba00Iypw/just-little-funny.html" title="Just a little funny!" /><author><name>Cassie Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07819753291744851815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AG2qYo1dPPM/TrFmgcXK2sI/AAAAAAAABdI/v_V3XcgFPN8/s220/16752598130_pJzWm.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TSEQSpTlnnI/AAAAAAAABas/lYkWO02UiXg/s72-c/Cmas2010%2B281.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bamacassiefields.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-little-funny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8DRn0_fSp7ImA9Wx9QF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011989358090523618.post-8163410766121005060</id><published>2010-12-30T22:38:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:54:37.345-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-30T23:54:37.345-06:00</app:edited><title>Christmas Recap (TV Guide version)</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had heard about a place in Calera, Alabama that is called Santa's Fantasy Land and thought it would be fun to ride out there and have a look see. It was a lot cuter than I expected considering there where no paved roads for about three miles before we got there and I was beginning to hear banjo music. Santa was present and jolly of course. There was lots to walk through and see. If you don't like odd looking dolls don't bother going (FYI)! My little chicks thought we where for sure at the North Pole which was awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556703377598100722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TR1gR__ytPI/AAAAAAAABZc/4iT4mLGGID8/s400/Cmas2010%2B088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one display caught my eye quite quickly! only in Alabama folks!!! Only in Alabama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556703393785319506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TR1gS8TIEFI/AAAAAAAABZ0/DKud7jH1YVI/s400/Cmas2010%2B096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our first actual Cmas celebration of 2010 was with The Fields clan on Dec. 18th. This also marked a big day in our Daddy Do's life. He turned 30!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both girls where super excited about the gifts that they received. Kadence got a princess castle for her ZuhZuh pets, which are fantastic! All of the perks of having a little pet but none of the mess and feed. They are a little creepy when they run across the kitchen floor and you just get a glance out of the corner of your eye (yes, my counter has now been tested for proper weight capacity). Addison got a gift that I thought would be a fly by night fancy. You know, something your child begs for, touches once and then it collects dust before making it's way to the Hannah Home box! Well it was a guitar......not a "BABY PLAY GUITAR" the real deal strings and all, just pint sized. She has played that thing at least twice a day minimum since she opened it, I was impressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pictured below with her BFF Tyrone ( AKA Jamey Sorgee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TR1gTFTC-sI/AAAAAAAABZ8/P8AlZbe3GF0/s1600/Cmas2010%2B116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556703396200905410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TR1gTFTC-sI/AAAAAAAABZ8/P8AlZbe3GF0/s400/Cmas2010%2B116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later that same day we enjoyed a get together with friends. We played games, opened gifts and snacked til our bellies almost burst!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556705511319851106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TR1iOMus0GI/AAAAAAAABaE/v_tIHgnj8po/s400/Cmas2010%2B113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came Christmas Eve and for some reason it brought out the attitudes in my two Divas? Don't be fooled by the sweet picture below. Right after the flash they where pinching and pulling hair. The thought of Santa passing us by didn't seem to phase them one bit. I blamed it on lack of sleep and the anticipation of things to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TR1gSvlFLXI/AAAAAAAABZs/zZ2W3O8Oono/s1600/Cmas2010%2B150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556703390370966898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TR1gSvlFLXI/AAAAAAAABZs/zZ2W3O8Oono/s400/Cmas2010%2B150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3:30 we headed to the Brasher Family gathering for more good food. Addison gets sick EVERY time we go to Vandiver. She and I seem like one in the same. If I don't drive there, I would be terribly sick. She got over it with a few stops and felt better once we arrived. They got pretty princess dolls from Maw Maw Bull and loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On to our next stop at around 7:00. This year the Wallis Cmas was held at my Aunt's house. It has always been at my Grandparents home but this year my grandfather came down with the Shingles and was very contagious. Poor thing! he is doing much better now and we all had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;My cousin Tabitha reading to Addison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556705519993269026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TR1iOtCmqyI/AAAAAAAABaM/twCp4olo4KE/s400/Cmas2010%2B154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Gangsta Rudolph : enjoying his Dirty Santa Gag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TR1gSOff3YI/AAAAAAAABZk/ArMWxe1kWO8/s1600/Cmas2010%2B184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556703381489180034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TR1gSOff3YI/AAAAAAAABZk/ArMWxe1kWO8/s400/Cmas2010%2B184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scrambled home around 9:00 and immediately checked the NORAD for Santa's whereabouts. We had been tracking him all day and he was getting close to Atlanta, GA. So we got our cookies and choc choc placed. A to go sack was filled with carrots for the reindeer and we shuffled to bed asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to our surprise, considering the previous day's interesting behavior, Santa came! He brought so many things it was hard to choose what to play with first. There was a dollhouse that is taller than Mammie, tons of Barbie's to go with. Little Woodzees like I used to play with as a child, their houses and furniture. Baby Alive for each girl ( one all gone and one doctor baby ) and tons more items that I can not recall at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556705527546765506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TR1iPJLf4MI/AAAAAAAABaU/Mvt3yZkJyNc/s400/Cmas2010%2B211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After each toy from Santa had been played with, we headed next door to Mammie and Paw Paw's for a WONDERFUL breakfast. Mammie is the best breakfast cook EVER and her kitchen is open every Sat. &amp;amp; Sun. morning beginning around 8. She loves a crowd....hint!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course the girls where again lavished with gifts. Clothes galore and two new shiny bikes. Although weather has prevented much of the outdoor play, we should soon be out there tearing up the turf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556705531421084962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TR1iPXnNTSI/AAAAAAAABac/h0DBZlJelPs/s400/Cmas2010%2B232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lunch on Cmas day was held at my Grandfather's (Davis) house on my Dad's side. We played Dirty Santa and enjoyed time with family that we don't get to see very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that we had the rest of the day to relax, nap and enjoy the snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dec. 26th marked last Cmas event for the 2010 season and it ended with a bang. The company was well needed and the gifts where great. All in all this was a Christmas to remember and I pray that there are many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556705534139750258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_suMX03TIfek/TR1iPhvY13I/AAAAAAAABak/I_iUfMjb7vs/s400/Cmas2010%2B291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;See you all next year! The Fields......&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/3011989358090523618-8163410766121005060?l=bamacassiefields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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