<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;DkIDQns6cSp7ImA9Wx5RGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118</id><updated>2010-08-27T16:29:33.519-05:00</updated><title>The Browns</title><subtitle type='html'>"I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth."
3 John 4</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEIHQnc7fyp7ImA9Wx5RGEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-3902273683444219329</id><published>2010-08-25T22:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:28:53.907-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-26T20:28:53.907-05:00</app:edited><title>"If that cat had nine lives, he just used them all."</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;never thought I would own cats, but somehow I came home with not one, but two kittens.&amp;nbsp; I did not grow up with cats so this was a new experience to me! We had a dog whom we became overly attached too, but had to put him to sleep several years ago due to cancer. We both cried like babies! I have always wanted to get another dog but Adam says he won't get another dog until Ross says "Daddy I want a dog!" So I'm waiting patiently, but in the mean time I wanted some outdoor companions so I&amp;nbsp;decided to get a cat.&amp;nbsp; Well, my mother-in-law said "kittens do better when they have another one to play with" so I got two! Adam thought I was crazy....&lt;br /&gt;
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OK long story short......I ran over Tom, one of the cats last week!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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My friend, Susan, Ross and I were leaving to go eat lunch and I didn't think about a cat being under my car and WAM....I heard a loud bump!! Susan and I looked at each other...I looked out the window and there was poor Tom crying and limping away from the car!! You get the picture. OHHH MAN I was so scared that I had really done some damage but after a few days of pampering Tom is doing great!! I refer to Tom as my dog because when I pull up he runs to the car like a dog and greets us as we get out.. I think he has a dog's heart in a cat's body! So needless to say here are some pics of Ross and his new best friend, Tomcat.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The guys on the farm have been super busy. Since the weather has been clear and beautiful they have been able to cut rice everyday.&amp;nbsp; Adam ask me to take some pictures of the farm and harvest because he wants to start a "Farm" photo album! I thought what a great idea, so here are some of the pictures I have taken so far.&amp;nbsp; He told me his idea and my first remark was "Will you buy me a new camera?" Obviously there was no reply, but I am still wishing for a new camera!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam waiting to pick us up behind our house. Nothing like curbside or should I say "ditch-side service!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know most of you don't care but my Mom wants to see pictures of her Grand baby so I give her pictures! Here is my attempt to take a picture of Ross and I while holding the camera!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And finally a sweet picture of our blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;averie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-3902273683444219329?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3902273683444219329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-that-cat-had-nine-lives-he-just-used.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/3902273683444219329?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/3902273683444219329?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-that-cat-had-nine-lives-he-just-used.html' title='&quot;If that cat had nine lives, he just used them all.&quot;'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/THXKYK5L4CI/AAAAAAAAAO4/e7fgSBo9KPk/s72-c/Picture+073-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0cGRnk9eip7ImA9Wx5RFkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-5700633867575758764</id><published>2010-08-23T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:57:07.762-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-23T20:57:07.762-05:00</app:edited><title>Random</title><content type='html'>One of my best friends came to visit from Houston! We met at Louisiana Tech and pledged the same sorority. We were best friends the moment we met, and we try to get together as much as possible.&amp;nbsp; You would think that we would have taken tons of pictures, but we didn't! But we did cook some great food, visit for hours, and pig out on sushi and shopping!! I do have one picture we took as we were leaving for the airport but I will not post that picture because it was horrible!! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ross is growing up to fast! I know people always tell me to remember him today because he will change everyday. Well they were right! We are now sitting up and showing a little attitude when we don't get our way. When I have irritated him or he is not happy he growls. Ok, more like a grunting growling noise. I need to record him so I can embarrass him when he gets older and is having friends over for a sleep over!! I am having to clean out his closet because he can no longer fit in any of his 6 to 9 month clothes. He is wearing 12 months!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've been cooking and am honestly addicted to reading &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Pioneer Woman's blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and cooking some of her recipes! I have even joined&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tasty Kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and cook up others great recipes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Found these cute shoes that I think Ross needs for this winter!! &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quemeez.ca/index.php/site/moccasins/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ute moccasins, from Quemeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/THMkJhT2yzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BFT9YQNbYQw/s1600/inset-mocc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/THMkJhT2yzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BFT9YQNbYQw/s320/inset-mocc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;until next time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;averie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-5700633867575758764?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5700633867575758764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/5700633867575758764?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/5700633867575758764?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/THMjoEG83BI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/11MIAmjYh0g/s72-c/Picture+049-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcAQHc-cCp7ImA9Wx5REEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-1924922486877621783</id><published>2010-08-17T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:20:41.958-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-17T16:20:41.958-05:00</app:edited><title>Big Boy Brown</title><content type='html'>Today was Ross's 6 month check-up.&amp;nbsp; Our trip to the doctor started great, I even had time to feed him a bottle before we left. BAD IDEA!! Ross has a tendency to gag on who knows what and you know what this leads too...Well, after we left the house he gags and let's just say I am washing the car seat cover as we speak! Poor baby....Luckily we were able to stop at my Mother-in-Laws and get him cleaned up and I had one onesie in the back of my car that we had taken off after church the other night. After all of this we get to the doctors office and "Thank Goodness" we don't have to wait at all. There is nothing worse then having to entertain a baby in a doctor's waiting room for 30 to 45 min. The doctor says we have a rather large child on our hands!! &lt;br /&gt;
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Our 6 month stats:&amp;nbsp; 20lbs. 8 oz&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I've found the greatest Razorback t-shirts! I have been looking for a long time for really cute tees and found the perfect shop &lt;a href="http://www.blingtsetc.com/HOGS.html"&gt;Bling-T's&lt;/a&gt;! I have ordered a shirt to wear too I hope atleast one Razorback game or wear it as we watch a game on TV.&amp;nbsp; Who knows but they are still cute. Check it out....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and by the way, you have to make this little dessert before peaches go out of season!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can get the recipe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/recipes/desserts/peach-cups/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!! I do believe it was the best peach dessert I have had, ever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;averie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-1924922486877621783?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1924922486877621783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-boy-brown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/1924922486877621783?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/1924922486877621783?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-boy-brown.html' title='Big Boy Brown'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGr2ob5JFbI/AAAAAAAAANw/MEfTKvtXWps/s72-c/Picture+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcNQ3s7eSp7ImA9Wx5SGE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-832460196720668057</id><published>2010-08-14T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:08:12.501-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-14T21:08:12.501-05:00</app:edited><title>Like Father Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Harvest has started on the farm.&amp;nbsp; Today was Ross's first ride on a combine.&amp;nbsp; I was really worried that he would get scared because it is pretty loud but he was a trooper!! I tried to get some good pictures but it is kind of hard to hold Ross and take pictures of him at the same time...Adam tried to help but needless to say he was trying to drive. So I did the best I could.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGdA3iFdr6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/zD6LR0c8Pic/s1600/Picture+031-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGdA3iFdr6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/zD6LR0c8Pic/s320/Picture+031-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGdCBh_bp4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/t2vxUDJf394/s1600/Picture+032-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGdCBh_bp4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/t2vxUDJf394/s320/Picture+032-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Laughing ...Sorry the camera focused on the field not his face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGdDqgN2PYI/AAAAAAAAANI/B-RYpQbW9_s/s1600/Picture+035-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGdDqgN2PYI/AAAAAAAAANI/B-RYpQbW9_s/s320/Picture+035-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Round and Round we go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGdFidho-mI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dI4l8cL7V0s/s1600/Picture+036-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGdFidho-mI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dI4l8cL7V0s/s320/Picture+036-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I told Adam it's going to get crazy when he wants to push all the buttons!! He already wanted to help him drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGdHazNvW0I/AAAAAAAAANY/xkzIf3QWHy0/s1600/Picture+037-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGdHazNvW0I/AAAAAAAAANY/xkzIf3QWHy0/s320/Picture+037-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Watching the rice unload into the grain cart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGdIcoe-LQI/AAAAAAAAANg/JmQ46fKNg-k/s1600/Picture+038-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGdIcoe-LQI/AAAAAAAAANg/JmQ46fKNg-k/s320/Picture+038-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And my favorite!! He was making sure Adam was doing his job right!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I will treasure these pictures one day when he is driving that combine!! Such a sweet baby with a sweet spirit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;until next time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;averie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-832460196720668057?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/832460196720668057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/like-father-like-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/832460196720668057?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/832460196720668057?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father Like Son'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGdA3iFdr6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/zD6LR0c8Pic/s72-c/Picture+031-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUINRnc5fSp7ImA9Wx5SFkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-1212107728099798990</id><published>2010-08-12T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:59:57.925-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-12T18:59:57.925-05:00</app:edited><title>Moment</title><content type='html'>Well today I had a moment. One of those moments where you look back when you first became a Mom and realize you had NO idea what you were doing.&amp;nbsp; As I was going through old pictures of Ross today, I was SHOCKED to see how skinny he was at his 1 month mark...Let's go back and I will explain why this is such a moment for me.&amp;nbsp; When Ross was born I had decided that I was going to try breastfeeding and had sworn my whole life I was never going to do such a thing. But when Ross was born and they put him in my arms it was a different feeling. I felt it was my duty, and it was such a bonding experience while we were in the hospital both learning at the same time! I had no idea what the heck I was doing. Well you go home and your baby drinks around 2 oz. of breastmilk and let's just say that is all I was producing. I'm not your Mrs. Duggar (if you get my drift). No Elsie the cow here! But anyway I fed Ross 2 oz for the longest time every three hours on the dot.&amp;nbsp; Well we go to his first doc appointment and we are met with an over the top doctor who LOVES I mean literally has an obsession with every mom breastfeeding. So from that moment I was a little intimidated and knew he would be greatly disappointed if I quit breastfeeding, so I kept it up 2oz. every three hours. Ross had not lost much weight by his first check-up so I was really excited and knew he was getting enough to eat.&amp;nbsp; Well we go home and Ross keeps eating his 2 oz.&amp;nbsp; and acts full and does not fuss a lot.&amp;nbsp; Well skip several weeks and we go to our 1 month check-up and they weigh Ross and he has only gained a few ounces past his birth weight! It didn't hit me, and I didn't notice because I see him everyday and you know when you are around something you don't notice a change.&amp;nbsp; Well, the doc wants me to start breastfeeding 24/7 to get my milk production up and get Ross's weight up as well. Let's just say that I almost fell out of my chair when he told me that Ross was in the 25% range with his weight! So as many Mom's know you feel so helpless because you have done everything you know you are supposed to do and can't believe you were starving your child. From the docs office I was going to visit my Mom, Dad and Chrisanna in Lewisville.&amp;nbsp; Well we get there and I had a breakdown. I told my Mom and sister what the doc said and they said "Ave, you have to feed that baby more!" So we start feeding him 3oz and 4oz and he does so well. (Yes, I was feeding him 2 to 3 oz still by his 1 month check up...Don't slap me now but HONESTLY I HAD NO IDEA).&amp;nbsp; My sister gave me the best advice ever. She said, "Either breastfeed that baby 24/7 or go to formula!" So I started feeding him formula and he did great!! After I left my Mom called and said "Averie, your Dad was so upset when you left because he was so shocked at how small Ross was! He wants you to feed that baby formula and quit that breastfeeding business!" Got to love your Dad.....So from that moment on we went to formula. And let me say it was hard to switch to formula, because I felt like I was giving up and letting Ross down by not giving him the best nourishment. But that was due to all the crazy hormone episodes I was having after he was born.&amp;nbsp; Let me tell you that I was so scared to go back to that same doctor, because I knew he was going to give me a lecture and be upset with me because I was not breastfeeding anymore. Well, I thought "How crazy! I am scared to go to the doctor because I chose not to breastfeed anymore!" I found a new doctor and Ross has grown by leaps and bounds.&amp;nbsp; I was really embarrassed to post the picture of him but you can't get the full effect of my story until you see the picture.&amp;nbsp; So please don't think I was neglecting my child. I was just a young first time Mom who thought she was doing her best, but had NO IDEA!! So share this story with other new Moms who might need a little encouragment.&amp;nbsp; Next time I will know what to do!! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This picture was at 2 months. This is what set off my moment today! Glad I didn't see a picture at 1 month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Now you realize why I LOVE these chunky legs!! He will kill me one day when he sees this picture!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lounging in our new chair !&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Worn out from his long day!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ross is 6 months old and such a sweet baby. People keep telling me that they hope my second child is as laid back as Ross! But I have a weird feeling that the second time will be totally different. The Lord wants to test my Faith!! :O) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;averie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-1212107728099798990?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/1212107728099798990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/1212107728099798990?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/1212107728099798990?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/moment.html' title='Moment'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGSE96E6krI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hRy_zVdxEgs/s72-c/2+months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkEDQ3k-eyp7ImA9Wx5SE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-5335746341517065774</id><published>2010-08-09T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:57:52.753-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-09T17:57:52.753-05:00</app:edited><title>Ready for Fall.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As I walk outside I am hit in the face by a wave of thick humid air! I can not explain in words how EXCITED I am about that one morning I walk outside and can actually breathe again.&amp;nbsp; It's about time for Fall to get here..And guess what this glorious season brings? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;RAZORBACK FOOTBALL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;MUMS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;PUMPKINS&lt;/span&gt;, AND &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;WONDERFUL WEATHER&lt;/span&gt;!! It puts a smile on my face to think about all of those things, so I guess I will keep dreaming of Fall as the weather cooks my future MUMS in this HEAT WAVE A.K.A Arkansas weather!....I feel so sorry for my husband because he has come in two times today and change clothes because he was soaked from sweat as they prepare to start draining rice to harvest! When he was home on his last change of clothes I had to get a picture of him and Ross playing on the floor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I guess I can't complain as I sit in my recliner and feel the nice breeze from my air conditioner! :O) Thank you Lord for my Blessings!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGCFhWTcrSI/AAAAAAAAALw/KqzHLctoWDs/s1600/arkansas05sp-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGCFhWTcrSI/AAAAAAAAALw/KqzHLctoWDs/s320/arkansas05sp-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGCFeNMpnQI/AAAAAAAAALo/4Ne0xVL07og/s1600/Mums-Collection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGCFeNMpnQI/AAAAAAAAALo/4Ne0xVL07og/s320/Mums-Collection.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today I remembered that I had bought Ross one of those things that you can put fruit in and they can chew on it without swallowing. (OK. The only reason I explain what it is for is because I can not, for the life of me, remember what it is called, so I will call it the "fruit chew toy for babies!" OK, let me just explain how NASTY that "fruit chew toy" can get when your son gnaws and sucks on it for a while! I mean disgusting...I had to get pictures so if you have a weak stomach refrain from viewing.&amp;nbsp; :O) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGCEg0tookI/AAAAAAAAALY/omp8ikUAN4E/s1600/Picture+040-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGCEg0tookI/AAAAAAAAALY/omp8ikUAN4E/s320/Picture+040-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this face shows the attitude I got after I took it away!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And did I mention that I love a good glass of sweet tea with lemon!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGCFcHn3QtI/AAAAAAAAALg/Mdx-Z70HEdU/s1600/Picture+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGCFcHn3QtI/AAAAAAAAALg/Mdx-Z70HEdU/s320/Picture+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just had to share this picture. I can already see him talking his way out of trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mom, What are you talking about? I did not do anything!! I swear."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;/div&gt;averie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-5335746341517065774?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/5335746341517065774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/ready-for-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/5335746341517065774?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/5335746341517065774?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/ready-for-fall.html' title='Ready for Fall.....'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TGCFhWTcrSI/AAAAAAAAALw/KqzHLctoWDs/s72-c/arkansas05sp-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QFRXoycSp7ImA9Wx5SEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-3925775067692708438</id><published>2010-08-06T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:01:54.499-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-06T19:01:54.499-05:00</app:edited><title>Did I do That??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I spent the last two weeks traveling around with my little man &amp;nbsp;" Ross" visiting family.&amp;nbsp; The first leg of our trip put us in Summerfield, LA. My parents are living in their camper as they get their land ready and begin building their house.&amp;nbsp; We had a great time, even though we were crammed in their camper for two nights.&amp;nbsp; Speaking of crammed, if you have ever camped you understand the&amp;nbsp;problem that comes with taking a bath or shower.&amp;nbsp; Well since Mom and Dad's camper only had a shower, we had to figure out how to give Ross a bath. Well Mom suggested the sink!! So we CRAMMED Ross in the tiny camper sink and he LOVED it!! It was just his size, but am sure next time he won't fit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TFs86ePk2sI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DtpVO86jR7Y/s1600/Picture+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TFs86ePk2sI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DtpVO86jR7Y/s320/Picture+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We were able to visit the other set of Brown's and take some memorable pictures of Ross and his Great-Grandparents. If you don't know us you wouldn't know that Adam and I shared the same last name. NO we are not related, but Ross is going to be pretty confused when he learns that all of his grandparents will be known as Grandma Brown and Grandpa Brown... I can here it now "MOM, which one are you talking about?" So we are trying to figure out names that will not confuse our future children as much! :O)&amp;nbsp; Guess we will have to start numbering them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TFtBtjKOMQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KmgwT58-khY/s1600/Picture+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TFtBtjKOMQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KmgwT58-khY/s320/Picture+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TFs_VU-6VfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CkU_KcytkUA/s1600/Picture+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TFs_VU-6VfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CkU_KcytkUA/s320/Picture+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our next stop was Mississippi! We spent several days with my sister and her family. We had a great time! Ross was so entertained by the three boys, if he only could run around with them! Just kidding, I think I can wait for that moment ....At times it can get pretty wild, and that happens around 6:00 pm every night. So if you want to talk to someone who might be on the verge of a nervous breakdown then call my sister around this time!! :O) We went swimming to try to make the hot days more tolerant, but even the pool was pretty warm! Ross loved the water and relaxing as the cousins swam and entertained! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TFtIYdL4ycI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cibI3CT6u8A/s1600/Picture+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TFtIYdL4ycI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cibI3CT6u8A/s320/Picture+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TFyeMHoT4kI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NX6JrNyyLlw/s1600/Picture+040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TFyeMHoT4kI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NX6JrNyyLlw/s320/Picture+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TFyfjE6irmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HkKMfnEaQqs/s1600/Picture+057-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TFyfjE6irmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HkKMfnEaQqs/s320/Picture+057-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These trips get hard sometimes, because I enjoy visiting with my family and begin to wish we lived closer! But as they say&amp;nbsp;"Distance makes the heart grown fonder!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;Since my last blog&lt;/span&gt; a lot of things have happened and I think&amp;nbsp;"I need to blog &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; that" then I forget! But I do remember this particular thing that&amp;nbsp;happened .....A&amp;nbsp;Foot in Mouth Moment.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I posted this on facebook, but just had to write about it on&amp;nbsp;my blog. Ok,&amp;nbsp;Ross and I went to Wal-Mart when we got back from&amp;nbsp;our mini vacation and we had to do some major grocery shopping. As&amp;nbsp;I was in the baby section getting&amp;nbsp;formula&amp;nbsp;and looking through their baby clothes I noticed this nice&amp;nbsp;young girl with&amp;nbsp;BABY ITEMS in her cart. She watches Ross and I and I begin to think "Oh, she is having a baby and she is admiring Ross because she is due any moment!"&amp;nbsp;The reason I think she is due any moment is because&amp;nbsp;if I were a&amp;nbsp;betting person I would bet that she was pregnant. She had the prego belly I mean it was rather large..Not&amp;nbsp;a sagging belly but purky...You know&amp;nbsp;how pregnant belllies look " Purky!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And the other reason I figured she was&amp;nbsp;pregnant is because I made a conscious effort to look her over pretty good and noticed her baby clothes in the cart, and I thought " How fun! She is buying baby clothes for her new arrival!" Well Ross and I walked by and she said "How old?" I looked at her&amp;nbsp;and said " 6 months." She said&amp;nbsp;" He is too cute!" Well, I felt bad and knew I had to respond with something so I did.... "When are you expecting?" She says, &amp;nbsp;" I'm not!"&amp;nbsp;Ohhhh great ...Are you kidding me, I was thinking at this moment "YOU MUST DIG YOURSELF OUT OF THIS HOLE, IMMEDIATELY!!" And how do I respond during this most embarrassing moment....."REALLY??" Yes, that's right! I responded by saying "REALLY?" As if she was lying about being pregnant...I guess I expected her to say, "No I'm just kidding I really am expecting a child I was just pulling your leg!" FOR REAL, what was I thinking....She said " Guess I haven't lost the baby weight from the first baby!" Ohh and I keep talking " How old is your baby?" She says " two years!" I promise I just nodded my head and walked off....Rolling my cart with shame! I'm sure Ross would have kicked me in the mouth if he could reach my face...This wouldn't be such a big deal but this is the second time I have done this and I swore after that conversation with a lady at Larry's Pizza that I would never ask anyone again! But I wanted to be nice..Who knew my nice would turn into utter humiliation for me and I am sure this nice young lady...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After my most embarrassing moment, I was mortified and knew I needed to get the heck out of dodge before I run into this girl again. So Ross and I went and checked out!! As most Mom's know it is hard to load the baby and put up the groceries at the same time, and today was a little different because it was 110 degrees outside and I knew I had to hurry so Ross wouldn't be in the hot car. To top off my trip a VERY NICE LADY who works at Wal-Mart and was gathering carts walks up and says " Let me load those groceries for you, and you stay with the baby!" Oh my goodness, there are nice people left in this world!! I know now that one day when I see a young Mom trying to load groceries and putting baby in the car I will have to do my duty and offer help! The world would be a better place if more people were like the nice lady from Wal-Mart and not like me calling people pregnant who are not pregnant!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;averie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-3925775067692708438?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3925775067692708438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/did-i-do-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/3925775067692708438?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/3925775067692708438?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/08/did-i-do-that.html' title='Did I do That??'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TFs86ePk2sI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DtpVO86jR7Y/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0AGRXg8fSp7ImA9WxFbFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-6347562509867674818</id><published>2010-07-08T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:55:24.675-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-07-08T17:55:24.675-05:00</app:edited><title>In Weighting*        i know it's misspelled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have had an epiphany today. Bear with me as I explain....When we were young I remember always wanting to have a boyfriend like everybody else. Everybody always said, " If you are looking you will never get a boyfriend, but if your not looking they seem to fall into your lap!" And pretty much that was always true....I believe that boyfriends are like "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" I seemed to work and work to get my baby weight off. Everyday I would count my points and feel guilty if I didn't go work-out. I was wanting to lose my weight so bad it was all I thought about. And for good reason, I didn't have any clothes because they were all too little! This past Fourth of July weekend I ate the whole time I was at my parents. I gave myself an "F" on my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watcher attempt, as my mother-in-law puts it, on everyday this past weekend. That includes Friday-Monday!! I didn't even take running shoes to run while I was there. I decided I was going to take a break and not think about losing weight or working-out!! Well we get home and I eat like I normally do, and by golly if I didn't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weigh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; myself today and I am back to my pre-pregnancy weight!!! This leads me to my point...Just like boyfriends fall into your lap when you are not looking, I guess my weight fell off my lap while I was not looking!! I know this sounds crazy but I had to blog about it!! I have stressed for weeks and weeks and the one week that I don't stress those last few pounds come off!! Wow......But now back to the day to day grind and stressing so I don't put those pounds back on again and get myself back in the same boat!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491658540848751570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TDZKWMsHo9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/lvooU5L1XCg/s320/PICT0497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In other news.... I thought about training to run a half marathon! Ok the key word here is "thought." Because it hasn't crossed my mind again!! :O) My sister has decided to run a full marathon in December at the St. Judes Marathon. I told her she was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and that I would be waiting on her at the finish line all cool and refreshed after running my little ole' 5k!!! She is such a motivated person, but sometimes I think or I know that she loves to run because it is the only time she has for herself and the longer she runs the longer she is by herself and not chasing three boys around!!! Maybe her motivation will rub off on me and I can do a half marathon....But it will take a boat load of motivation to get me to that point.....Only if she paied me money! :O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ross is so fun right now. I hope he doesn't grow up thinking his name is "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bubba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" because I catch myself calling him that all the time! He eats like a horse, and is already wearing 9 months clothes. Guess we could name him "Bubba" or "Hoss" if he keeps growing at this rate! I have to go buy him new clothes every two weeks it seems like!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491658556497418882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TDZKXG_DWoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NRoBiw6MdwI/s320/PICT0488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Yo Mom! Do I look like Bubba to you?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Had to post..Guess you get good shots when your camera is too slow!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I thank &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everyday that I have such an amazing family on both sides. I can't imagine anything any better except going to Heaven......I lost my favorite Aunt Opal this past month but WOW she lived for 96 years! Can you imagine what she has seen and how things have changed in her lifetime... I know she is dancing around in Heaven waiting on all of her family and friends to meet her there!! I was really sad that she never got to see Ross, but know that she sees him now!!! . Aunt Opal was like a grandmother to me. She kept me for several years when I was younger while my Mom taught school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491668227374879714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TDZTKBz6k-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/-iCNgSoJHj0/s320/ave,+adam,+and+aunt+opal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aunt Opal, Adam, and I (visiting her in the nursing home in 2007)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am wanting to redo my kitchen cabinets, and am trying to find the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;perfect color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! For some reason I want to paint them green..NO not John Deere Green but a grayish green or really light sage green.. If anybody reading this has the perfect color PLEASE HELP!! I have been searching and found some pictures of cabinets I really do like but may find it hard to match the color...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491658542621337186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TDZKWTSvJmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/R3rQuX8q3YQ/s320/ss_100028840.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;until next time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;averie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-6347562509867674818?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/6347562509867674818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-weighting-i-know-its-misspelled.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/6347562509867674818?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/6347562509867674818?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-weighting-i-know-its-misspelled.html' title='In Weighting*        i know it&apos;s misspelled'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TDZKWMsHo9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/lvooU5L1XCg/s72-c/PICT0497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04HSXs4eip7ImA9WxFUGEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-7772175056921937831</id><published>2010-06-29T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:58:58.532-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-06-29T18:58:58.532-05:00</app:edited><title>In the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>Well, I have not blogged in more than a month so I think it is time to catch up. Lately I have found myself acting as "Betty Homemaker" eventhough I might not fit the bill!! From cream cheese pound cake to my great grandmother's tomato relish I have cooked it in the past week. I have been doing good losing weight but find it hard to stay on track when I spend my spare time cooking! But I did find that if you immediately put water in the bowl you were mixing your cake mix in you won't have the opportunity to lick it clean!! But to be honest I always save a little more on the spatula so not sure the water thing is helping me out at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is growing like a weed. Everyday I look at him and can tell he is different. He has found his voice and tries to talk to us all the time. He actually says a form of "Momma" at times, but am sure he has no clue what he is saying but I love it anyway! I love his little smile and facial expressions. I can't complain he is a wonderful baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488338038974826194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TCp-XjRbxtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Lm_WUrngQJQ/s320/Ross.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488338033558654514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TCp-XPGHjjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h0pf3AVnJag/s320/daddy+and+ross.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488338024393127826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TCp-Ws84t5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/yeFh6wwCBfI/s320/family.jpg" /&gt;I have posted some great recipes below.....Please try them out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Southern Living Cream Cheese Pound Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup butter or margarine, softened&lt;br /&gt;8 oz. cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;3 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;6 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;3 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beat butter and cream cheese until creamy. Gradually add sugar, beating well. Add egg 1 at a time, beating until combined. Combine flour and salt then add gradually to butter mixture beating on low speed just until blended after each addition. Stir in vanilla. Pour into well greased and floured bundt pan.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 300 degrees for 1 hour 40 min or until wooden pick comes clean. Cool in pan 10-15 min before removing. Let cool on wire rack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Broccoli and Cheese Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 (10oz.) pkg frozen chopped broccoli --I used fresh chopped broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;2 potatoes peeled and chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup uncooked rice&lt;br /&gt;1 cup finely chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp margarine&lt;br /&gt;5 cups water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Combine the above ingredients and cook for 30 minutes on low to medium heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1 (4oz.) can mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;2 cans Cream of mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;1 can Rotel tomatoes with chiles&lt;br /&gt;1/2 lb velveeta cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Add the rest of these ingredients and heat but do not boil. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mamaw Andrews Tomato Relish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Gallon ripe peeled, cored, and chopped tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 large onion chopped fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 1/2 cup sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tbsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 hot green peppers to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 1/2 cup cider vinegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C&lt;em&gt;ook down on low fire about 1 hor and 1 1/2 hrs until boiling. Pour into sterilized jars and seal. Place jars in boiling bath of water, then easily remove. Do not tighten lids on jars or you will not get them open!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week Ross, Ms. Denise, and I went to see Kennedy ( my neice). I haven't seen her since March and she has grown so much. Ross and Kennedy are exactly 8 weeks apart. Kennedy is so animated while Ross just sits back and watches. Guess that is the difference between boys and girls! This picture tells it all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488338035463297746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TCp-XWMOGtI/AAAAAAAAAII/p_8vjVNUZ4A/s320/ken+and+ross.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am finally getting the opportunity to go visit my parents. This will be one of the last few weekends we will be going to visit them in Lewisville because they are moving back home to Louisiana to be closer to my grandparents. I am really going to miss their home in Lewisville because it is so peaceful and is where Adam and I got married, but will really enjoy being closer to our other family in Louisiana. Especially during Christmas when we have to drive all over the country to see everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488342245076394130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TCqCMYOMYJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_XjXilRKFKU/s320/Picture+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The view from my parents windows and deck!! HOUSE FOR SALE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488342239265088210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TCqCMCkq4tI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QL73zpQgebI/s320/IMG_3696a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;until next time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;averie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-7772175056921937831?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7772175056921937831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/7772175056921937831?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/7772175056921937831?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-kitchen.html' title='In the Kitchen'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/TCp-XjRbxtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Lm_WUrngQJQ/s72-c/Ross.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkUFRn0_fCp7ImA9WxFQE04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-7564618010433629289</id><published>2010-05-08T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T09:50:17.344-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-08T09:50:17.344-05:00</app:edited><title>WEBSTER KNOWS BEST!</title><content type='html'>For all who read my last post, it was brought to my attention that I need to check my spelling before I post. I promise as I was typing that post I got to the word embezzlement and thought "O&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;, not sure how to spell this word, but I will spell check at the end and get the correct spelling!" Well, that didn't happen and I posted the blog with the worst spelling of embezzlement that was not even close. My brother-in-law made fun of me because I am supposed to be a teacher and obviously can't spell!! No excuses here.....I hate spelling, but I always check the spelling of words if I am unsure. Even if I am posting a status on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I have to make sure I've spelled my words correctly!! There is nothing worse than publishing a status update or even a blog post (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;) and misspelling words...Spell check is my friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ross and I are at my Mom's house with my sister and her gang. We are having a blast. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chrisanna&lt;/span&gt; and I ran this morning and I did pretty good!! I ran most of the 30 min., but was completely exhausted when we were finished. But man it's amazing how good you feel after you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;!! I had to work extra hard today and work off the fish we ate at Doc's and the birthday cake and ice cream we had afterwards!! I have taken many great pics of our time together.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Averie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now time to spell check....:O)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-7564618010433629289?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7564618010433629289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/05/webster-knows-best.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/7564618010433629289?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/7564618010433629289?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/05/webster-knows-best.html' title='WEBSTER KNOWS BEST!'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0EHRH46cSp7ImA9WxFQE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-3123066198638892721</id><published>2010-05-05T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T09:40:35.019-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-08T09:40:35.019-05:00</app:edited><title>A Change Will Do You Good</title><content type='html'>I was going through some old photos and came across pictures of Adam and I over the past three years. It is remarkable to think about how our lives have changed in 3 1/2 years. As I look back over these past few years I realize how blessed we are. When we met in 2006, I never would have thought I would get married a year later and have a baby before I was 30... It's weird to me but these last few years seem like a decade.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784364628241074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S-F46PoZ6rI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LS77YVJJesk/s320/New+pictures+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784373081244482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S-F46vHwg0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/KZPOMLewJPw/s320/New+pictures+102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Married Nov.4, 2006&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a job with a so called non-profit organization, and later found out my boss was a molester and crook....(he is in prison now!) Long story.....But let's just say I am naive and gullable if anybody tells me they are a christian preacher..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went back to school &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first teaching job in Pine Bluff...(SCAREY!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second teaching job at a Charter school close to our home....(Naive again....Principal is now being investigated for embezzlement.....He told me he was a preacher too, but I was always suspicious of his WEIRD beliefs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ended my job at the charter school &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ross arrives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOW...that does now seem like a lot of happenings, but it seems like years too me!! I guess through out our lives we experience so much, but never sit down and recall how we got to this point. We are normally so busy we don't even realize what special memories have passed us by that we will never remember...Because WE ARE TOO BUSY!! .....I say all of this because I have been really convicted lately. On Sunday, I always promise God "This week I am going to study my Bible and do my devotion every day!" and then when the week starts, I am too busy and forget my promise....Wow, how easy it is for me to sit down and type a new blog post but I can't sit down and read God's Word!! I'm feeling guilty right now.....I don't know if anyone who reads this has the same problem but know that most people including me always have the same excuse, I didn't have time!! Well, I am going to make time for the one person who gave his son, Jesus, to be brutally beaten and crucified for ME....It is so hard to imagine that He was thinking of me when he was being nailed to that cross, in pain and suffering for my selfish sins!! Isn't it AMAZING....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post started as something totally different, but my mind was wondering!! I prayed that God would convict my heart to remind me to study my Bible...and I guess he is convicting me through this post....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those of you who love Francine Rivers, they are making a movie based on Redeeming Love, and I can't wait!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night I put Ross to bed and caught him smiling and laughing at me as I was trying to go to sleep. I picked him up and Adam and I put him between us in the bed and played with him until he got tired... I took the picture below and believe it is my favorite picture .......It is so sweet to see how Ross looks at his Daddy and just smiles!! If I am ever having a bad day or am really tired in the early mornings, his little smile makes my day so much better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467795575282902114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S-GDGykwpGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-TfuA13b_8Y/s320/New+pictures+129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Averie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-3123066198638892721?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3123066198638892721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/05/change-will-do-you-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/3123066198638892721?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/3123066198638892721?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/05/change-will-do-you-good.html' title='A Change Will Do You Good'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S-F46PoZ6rI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LS77YVJJesk/s72-c/New+pictures+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkAHRHc_fyp7ImA9WxFRFUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-9148638353794714939</id><published>2010-04-29T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T15:58:55.947-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-29T15:58:55.947-05:00</app:edited><title>DaSweetZpot $25 Guest Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/04/dasweetzpot-25-guest-giveaway.html"&gt;DaSweetZpot $25 Guest Giveaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-9148638353794714939?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2010/04/dasweetzpot-25-guest-giveaway.html' title='DaSweetZpot $25 Guest Giveaway'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/9148638353794714939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/dasweetzpot-25-guest-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/9148638353794714939?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/9148638353794714939?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/dasweetzpot-25-guest-giveaway.html' title='DaSweetZpot $25 Guest Giveaway'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0IERH48fip7ImA9WxFRFUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-7399360346142974463</id><published>2010-04-29T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:38:25.076-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-29T10:38:25.076-05:00</app:edited><title>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>Ross at 11 weeks....I believe he is growing everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S9mnJ1yssHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cfOyBlSBT-I/s1600/New+pictures+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465583410291191922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S9mnJ1yssHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cfOyBlSBT-I/s320/New+pictures+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking about my bucket list and have come up with a few things that I hope to do before I die....Since my last post, I have seen so many people on TV talking about thier own bucket list. I guess everybody has a bucket list even if they don't sit down and actually write it out. As I think about things I want to do on my bucket list I have to be honest with myself and realize that some things are just not going to happen like: having a vacation home in Hawaii, inventing something and making millions, and to have dinner with Paula Deen!! So as I get back to reality I begin my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bucket List&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In no paticular order.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most important: Win many people to the Lord!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a great CHRISTIAN mother and wife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacation to Hawaii&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacation to Australia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Building my dream home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a mission trip (anywhere)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MORE TO COME.............&lt;/p&gt;Remember my post about Angel Food Cake and how I was addicted?? Well as you see below I am in Heaven, Strawberry Heaven!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465583407242091762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S9mnJqbvHPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/U8dYvIDrFOE/s320/New+pictures+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ross and I this morning! I realized I don't have many pictures of us together so here is my best attempt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465583420231590082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S9mnKa0rIMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WiaO6oOAWG4/s320/New+pictures+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;until next time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Averie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&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/7402118401150096118-7399360346142974463?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/7399360346142974463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/7399360346142974463?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/7399360346142974463?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S9mnJ1yssHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cfOyBlSBT-I/s72-c/New+pictures+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0AEQ3szfSp7ImA9WxFSGUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-3005066747038103263</id><published>2010-04-22T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:35:02.585-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-22T17:35:02.585-05:00</app:edited><title>Couch Potato</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm worn out! I decided to start couch to 5k this week, and on top of that I have been helping Adam put in levee gates. For those of you who don't know what that is, let's just say it's a lot of shoveling in the hot sun! Atleast I got a partial tan while working... and some definite arm muscles! I have posted the weekly schedule for couch to 5k below if you are interested in starting this adventure with me!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are to complete the running program three times a week, with a break between each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Week 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Brisk five-minute warmup walk. Then alternate 60 seconds of jogging and 90 seconds of walking for a total of 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Week 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisk five-minute warmup walk. Then alternate 90 seconds of jogging and two minutes of walking for a total of 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Week 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then do two repetitions of the following:&lt;br /&gt;Jog 200 yards (or 90 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;Walk 200 yards (or 90 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;Jog 400 yards (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Walk 400 yards (or three minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Week 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:&lt;br /&gt;Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Walk 1/4 mile (or 2-1/2 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Week 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:&lt;br /&gt;Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Week6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then:&lt;br /&gt;Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Jog 3/4 mile (or 8 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Week 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then jog 2.5 miles (or 25 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Week 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then jog 2.75 miles (or 28 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Week 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brisk five-minute warmup walk, then jog 3 miles (or 30 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.c25k.com/"&gt;http://www.c25k.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My motivation....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463092533795475346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S9DNtvv3z5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/YvvcD5uJuPE/s320/at-otf-out18667odv01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about this couch to 5k experience. Mostly I am excited because I know the pounds start falling off when you are running. Chrisanna, my sister, has been running for years and I always get advice from her. The other day I told her it was my first day to start Couch to 5k and she told me to tell her how it went. Well, I told her it went great but needed new tennis shoes because the ones I have felt like I have 5lbs weights on my feet.. Her repy, " As you lose weight it gets easier. I can always tell if I've gained a few pounds because I am not as light." I began to think to myself, "The fatter you are the harder it is to run???" No wonder I'm so worn out after running!! So I can't use the excuse of my tennis shoes being to heavy! :O) I am really excited about running a 5k race sometime this summer ...This will be the first time in my life I have ever raced for anything....Guess when it happens I can mark it off my "bucket list." Speaking of "bucket list" I think we should all have one. I honestly don't have a list of things I want to do before I die but that is something to think about. I think I will come up with a list and post next time. This will be fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for this beautiful weather, and for this beautiful Earth we live on!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy Earth Day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Averie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-3005066747038103263?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3005066747038103263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/couch-potato.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/3005066747038103263?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/3005066747038103263?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/couch-potato.html' title='Couch Potato'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S9DNtvv3z5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/YvvcD5uJuPE/s72-c/at-otf-out18667odv01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQFQXYzeSp7ImA9WxFSGEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-3254108578042272144</id><published>2010-04-20T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:51:50.881-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-20T21:51:50.881-05:00</app:edited><title>Sweet tooth</title><content type='html'>Well, since Ross was born I have been trying to get back into my old clothes. So I jumped back on the Weight Watcher band wagon. Believe me Weight Watchers works it's just hard trying to get back in the swing of things. While pregnant I would always eat a dessert after every meal. Well, old habits are hard to break! So I have found a replacement for all of those chocolate binges, AKA Angel Food Cake! I might be crazy but found that one slice of angel food cake is only two points....I am not sure how big the slice is supposed to be but I tell myself that the slice I cut is worth two points even though it probably qualifies as three slices! :O) So Adam asked "What's the deal with angel food cake?" I told him it's my guilt free weight watcher dessert...But did I tell you that I add strawberries and COOL WHIP for a GRAND TOTAL of 6 weight watcher points!! I have found that Cool whip is my replacement for ice cream...I can actually say I am addicted to strawberry shortcake!! I have to have one every day....I was worried that I was calculating the weight watcher points wrong and I was going to gain a bunch of weight but I keep losing so I'm gonna keep this dessert on the daily menu.....Guess it's better than a fat piece of chocolate cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new best friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462244853167722626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S83KwPVEkII/AAAAAAAAAGc/ah-etQD-_Cs/s320/desserts_strawberry_shortcake_300x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to give me some weight watcher recipes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross and I are getting pretty lonely these days. Farming is in full swing and Adam doesn't get home until 9:00 or 9:30 most nights. So it makes for a long day...My sister has been on me about starting to run so we can run a race together. I've never been a big runner, but I know there are major benefits such as losing this baby weight! I can stay on the elliptical all day long, but when I get on that treadmill and boost the speed up I feel like a dead weight! I am trying to add running to my work out a few minutes at a time so I can eventually build up my endurance. I guess if you run for so long you normally get over the breathy tired part and get into a rhythm. I don't know ...I'm just going to keep trying and my goal is to run a 5K in the near (late) future!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...Any suggestions for good running music I can download??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Averie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-3254108578042272144?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/3254108578042272144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-tooth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/3254108578042272144?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/3254108578042272144?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-tooth.html' title='Sweet tooth'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S83KwPVEkII/AAAAAAAAAGc/ah-etQD-_Cs/s72-c/desserts_strawberry_shortcake_300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0QCQHgyfSp7ImA9WxFSFEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-2260418177259892765</id><published>2010-04-16T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:42:41.695-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-16T18:42:41.695-05:00</app:edited><title>HERE'S YOUR SIGN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok! We got up this morning and Ross's tongue was white. When he ate he acted like it was really sore, so I knew that he must have thrush. I called the doctor and left a message with his nurse. When I hadn't heard from the nurse I called again and left another message. By this time, I was really starting to fume! I know most Mom's will be able to symphathize with me because you will learn that when you are freaking out about an issue with your child, the doctor's office seems to move in slow motion! Eventually they call you back, but by then you have had a nervous breakdown trying to figure out what you need to do because they haven't called.. So, four hours later...The nurse calls and tells me to get an over the counter medicine called Gentian Violet! She warns me that this medicine will stain everything it touches "purple!" Well I am thinking I will have to get Ross in some old clothes and wear gloves because I don't want to have purple hands and don't want him to ruin his clothes. Well, I thanked her for calling and saved her number in my phone ....hahah, I hope it is her cell phone number so now I have a direct line to her and don't have to wait! :O) Well, we venture to Wal-Mart and buy this miracle drug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will tell you that she said this medicine is what the docs go to first before prescribing anything...She said it says not to ingest but it is ok, b/c people have been using it for years!! So for future reference if your baby gets thrush you will know what meds to use!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We get home and we both changed into clothes we didn't mind ruining, I put on a glove and wrap us both up in an old towel! I swabbed his mouth and realized....OH MY GOSH....His mouth is purple! I mean &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;REALLY PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;, and it won't wipe off...It's running down his chin and his neck, staining as it flows!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This picture is priceless. Ross is thinking, "Seriously Mom! Do you know how ridiculous I look? The white tongue was so much better!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460879841773189954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8jxSHn7e0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0rekbi7lnpg/s320/New+pictures+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460879833631153442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8jxRpSt3SI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TdW117IgHe0/s320/New+pictures+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460879846459047490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8jxSZFH_kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/quxb7dS_E4s/s320/New+pictures+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I completely overlooked the fact that if this medicine will stain lanolium floor purple, it will really stain your face and mouth! HERE IS MY ARGUMENT....Why do they make this medicine bright purple?? How stupid to make a medicine this color when it is used orally!!! Couldn't it have been clear?? I'm just saying.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I got pictures so that I can embaress Ross when he gets older!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, thought this was to priceless to post! We have been really busy around here. Adam and the guys are working hard to get the crop in. Mrs. Denise and I are keeping each other company on these long days! Maybe we can get a little rain so the guys can rest and Ross and I can see Adam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;For interested Mom's&lt;/span&gt;: to treat thrush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Gentian violet asked the pharmacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;swab inside of mouth twice a day for three days ONLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Remember it stains everything, even your mouth! :O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Averie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460883265305743778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8j0ZZRskaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IjOi0hhEwWc/s320/New+pictures+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460883261107369042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8j0ZJoudFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BWOQWU9eR7s/s320/New+pictures+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-2260418177259892765?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2260418177259892765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/heres-your-sign.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/2260418177259892765?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/2260418177259892765?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/heres-your-sign.html' title='HERE&apos;S YOUR SIGN!!'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8jxSHn7e0I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0rekbi7lnpg/s72-c/New+pictures+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0ANSXo_fCp7ImA9WxFSEkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-8090702142411691658</id><published>2010-04-13T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:23:18.444-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-13T21:23:18.444-05:00</app:edited><title>Continued........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The one thing that I left off my last post was my : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAMILY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Adam and I are truly lucky to have such wonderful familes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever we all get together at Jacee and Pop's house(my parents) it is like a circus. My sister and her husband plus her three boys all under 5 plus their two indoor dogs arrive and the fun begins. We refer to their caravan as the "Saumwalds" as in the "Griswalds!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                       NEED I SAY MORE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459806886253291986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8Uhb41b6dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CLAAVJsHVCE/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459788414446756898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8UQor_kZCI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ob4JJz-fK1E/s320/IMG_1921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459788422130172674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8UQpIncAwI/AAAAAAAAADs/LYPoYj5Uqq0/s320/IMG_1930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;welcome to our circus....&lt;/span&gt;This was our attempt to take a picture for Mom's Christmas card. Needless to say she didn't use the pics we took. Jackson kept playing in the pile of leaves that Mom insisted we sit in for our picture??!(Not sure why a pile of leaves! Guess she wanted an autumn feeling!) Notice Gage, Mom and Dad's dog, who decided that he would mark his spot (if you know what I mean) while we tried to get a good picture, but Jackson kept playing in the leaves :O)! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459809358491879346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8UjrypDB7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HwUW4Nle6q4/s320/IMG_1887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459791352890918194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8UTTujQBTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5lNtQlIGogA/s320/n1463014186_30149866_5607866.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; Things at Adam's parents are not as hectic and wild, but in the next few months I have a feeling that Ross and his little cousin will be the "stars of the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                   Jacob(Adam's brothe) and wife Kim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459795634713009858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8UXM9lMHsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eJM_dmXSOE0/s320/New+pictures+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                           Mickey and Denise with Ross (Adam's parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459795593582539218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8UXKkW68dI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UGrwjb2Y8aI/s320/IMG_2235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             Ross's cousin Kennedy Born Dec. 13, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459795613948264306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8UXLwOfP3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rQj1EZfqOqk/s320/Kennedy+Jane+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459795628177552482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8UXMlPA9GI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gxSt3KbRzMM/s320/IMG_2190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                  Kim and I both pregnant.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459795621561480930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8UXMMlntuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LytPVnoqOvk/s320/New+pictures+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Today was a very eventful day. Ross had his first set of shots!! Glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                      Worn out from his stressful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459811965075606690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8UmDg7CTKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HNLS4yPkobs/s320/first+shots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         until next time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                      Averie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-8090702142411691658?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/8090702142411691658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/continued.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/8090702142411691658?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/8090702142411691658?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/continued.html' title='Continued........'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8Uhb41b6dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CLAAVJsHVCE/s72-c/IMG_2045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk8ESHk5cSp7ImA9WxFSEU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402118401150096118.post-2691202357158317816</id><published>2010-04-12T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:13:29.729-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-12T21:13:29.729-05:00</app:edited><title>What to write?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I have finally decided to start a blogg. I know this may seem a little stalkeress but I have been reading other friends blogs for several months. I love catching up on friends I have not seen in years as well as see pics of what is happening in their lives. Now, I know that I am probably writing this just for myself to read, but maybe I will have a few loyal readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me start by saying I am not an English major so look over all my grammatical errors. I like commas and I put them in almost every sentence, even if they don't belong. See comma in last sentence! :O) Every time I use a comma I think of Mrs. Hughes class and how I always got 10 pts off my writings, and I believe she called it a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;comma splice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." Strange what I remember! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, back to what I really wanted to write for my first post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THINGS THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What better way to start a new chapter in my life, blogging, than telling you what things are important in my life. LET ME JUST SAY, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;JESUS&lt;/span&gt;! I can not talk about my life without talking about how I love Jesus! He became a man and took on all of our sins so that we could spend eternity with him! How amazing is that? I have been trying to memorize verses in the Bible, but am not to disciplined at doing this regularlly. The most recent verse I have memorized is 3John verse 4 "I have no greater joy than to know that my children walk in truth." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next most important thing in my life is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Adam and Ross&lt;/span&gt;!! I never thought in my life that I would be a Mom, but I am and it is the best change I've ever experienced besides being saved. For those of you who don't know, Adam and I met on eHarmony about 4 years ago. It's was so strange when we first met at a University of Arkansas Homecoming game, because it was like we had known each other for years! I know that God sent Adam my way, because he is such an amazing man! There is nothing better than being married to your best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having Ross has changed our lives. We went through the first time parents syndrome where we were concerned about every little sound he made, but now we are pro's for the moment, until we reach a new stage in his life and have to learn new things!! I can't wait to have #2!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459428116580357954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8PI8l2NV0I/AAAAAAAAADE/CeWifxEQ2Xc/s320/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459428109354033698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8PI8K7UYiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lSDdkF_CLBU/s320/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459427170501061378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8PIFhbU6wI/AAAAAAAAACs/TFuOM9iyX6g/s320/IMG_2182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross at two months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459425050847212322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8PGKJGd8yI/AAAAAAAAACc/PYMpqzKbxKA/s320/2+months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459427162332120210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8PIFC_sxJI/AAAAAAAAACk/C-AOEkqo-kE/s320/DSC05700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459427595637326258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8PIeRLtgbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_cq52Y-N6mw/s320/DSC00295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that I have finished my first post, I wonder if people are really worried about these things. But I must say that it is nice to just write and reflect. Not sure if I will remember to post everyday, but will try. It is hard to type a blog when you are holding a baby! ( :O) see pic below) The wrist brace is due to carpal tunnel, Thanks to post-pregnancy hormones! and No I am not smothering my child.....The things we do to get on the internet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459436628098778034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8PQsBuVg7I/AAAAAAAAADM/vn9MwI7zt4c/s320/DSC05912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                  Averie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402118401150096118-2691202357158317816?l=avemelissa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/feeds/2691202357158317816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-to-write.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/2691202357158317816?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402118401150096118/posts/default/2691202357158317816?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avemelissa.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-to-write.html' title='What to write?'/><author><name>Ave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04084492202538403065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08192561741058949108'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IXHmcLKqM6E/S8PI8l2NV0I/AAAAAAAAADE/CeWifxEQ2Xc/s72-c/Picture+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>