<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982404958742858823</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:00:48.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two Monkeys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667609921911137143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982404958742858823.post-8219650574760543064</id><published>2008-04-03T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:12:29.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Week!</title><content type='html'>Let me work backwards.  It has been a crazy 10 days.  As always, lots of MAMA Drama. (that part is at the end though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I am getting ready for my DR. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Appt&lt;/span&gt;. I have not been feeling well since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;. I walk downstairs from Brennan's room and he is standing at the bottom of the stairs w/ blood everywhere.  I have no idea what happened.  I guess he fell and hit is nose.  I never thought that much blood could come out of a little nose.  his hands were covered in blood, the stairs were covered, the wall, the floor.  And I was upstairs no more than 60 seconds. Long enough to get a new shirt for him to wear out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We clean up and head to the Dr.  SO this is my first time at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. on base.  It was fairly painless but longer than you would expect.  No real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diagnose&lt;/span&gt;.  Guess you have a bug or virus, but go take a urine test to make sure of pregnancy. OH BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, lets not discuss that last part. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SHHH&lt;/span&gt; don't tell ken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; we leave the Dr. office to stop and get my watch fixed that has been broken for months.  Now the watch repair is in the "Guns Plus" store. Mama has never been in a gun store.  I don't like guns. Yes I have two boys and a military husband, but still don't like them.  So, that was just funny. I think I giggled the whole time in there.  That got lots of looks. &lt;strong&gt;Who&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;goes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;gun&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;store&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;get&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;watch&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fixed&lt;/strong&gt;?  Is this a normal thing???? Now, the GUNS PLUS Store opens at 11 AM.  What store opens at 11 AM?  Only the local gun dealer in Spring Lake. And there were 6, yes 6 cars waiting for the store to open.  Wow.  This was a new experience for me.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;brennan&lt;/span&gt; says, "Look mommy lots of guns"  Yes, baby. Lets go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last week I got yelled at by another MAMA!  OH NO.  You can't yell at a fellow MAMA. that goes against the MAMA Sisterhood!  We were at the gym and the mom thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;brennan&lt;/span&gt; was playing too rough w/ her daughter. While he was just being a boy and they were just playing, I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;interfere&lt;/span&gt; and re-direct him.  I am  offended that she would yell at me to "control your son".  (and many other things)  So, needless to say, we have not been back to the gym since.  Maybe next week we'll return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have the Floor DRAMA. I ruined my beautiful hardwood floors. SO I have been cleaning it by hand in sections to get this ugly gray film off.  Oh that has been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, what a week we have had. I am so ready for a break in my bad luck. &lt;br /&gt;just wanted to give you a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982404958742858823-8219650574760543064?l=2monkeysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8219650574760543064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982404958742858823&amp;postID=8219650574760543064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/8219650574760543064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/8219650574760543064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-crazy-week.html' title='My Crazy Week!'/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667609921911137143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982404958742858823.post-4558776314582848390</id><published>2008-02-28T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:18:36.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Escapee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8czYgXr24I/AAAAAAAAAC0/EZG6nQDY0RI/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172159193157458818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8czYgXr24I/AAAAAAAAAC0/EZG6nQDY0RI/s200/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8czlQXr25I/AAAAAAAAAC8/iCIx5XS9g70/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172159412200790930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8czlQXr25I/AAAAAAAAAC8/iCIx5XS9g70/s200/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8cz2gXr26I/AAAAAAAAADE/XcDqGDH-TmE/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172159708553534370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8cz2gXr26I/AAAAAAAAADE/XcDqGDH-TmE/s200/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8c0CgXr27I/AAAAAAAAADM/D3Vtsk5lSzQ/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172159914711964594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8c0CgXr27I/AAAAAAAAADM/D3Vtsk5lSzQ/s200/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8c0PgXr28I/AAAAAAAAADU/aXDxJQrJYbg/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172160138050264002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8c0PgXr28I/AAAAAAAAADU/aXDxJQrJYbg/s200/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Words! OH CRAP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The easy days are over! My little one learned how to escape.  Nap and Bedtime as I know it are OVER. &lt;strong&gt;That' right MAMA!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; O-V-E-R!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler was so great in his crib. Climbed out once, fell and learned his lesson, never tried again.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;converted&lt;/span&gt; his crib to a daybed when he turned 2 and he still stayed put until 3.5. He would call me in the morning and after his nap to come get him.  He stayed in bed!!!!  I know Brennan is going to give me a run for my money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bedtime tonight should be fun.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I think we need more beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2982404958742858823-4558776314582848390?l=2monkeysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4558776314582848390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982404958742858823&amp;postID=4558776314582848390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/4558776314582848390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/4558776314582848390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/escapee.html' title='The Escapee!'/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667609921911137143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8czYgXr24I/AAAAAAAAAC0/EZG6nQDY0RI/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982404958742858823.post-3201923813365159313</id><published>2008-02-28T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:18:36.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMA Goes GREEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8cBTQXr23I/AAAAAAAAACs/xl9dfFlK0kY/s1600-h/DSC02277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172104127381756786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8cBTQXr23I/AAAAAAAAACs/xl9dfFlK0kY/s200/DSC02277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8b1SgXr22I/AAAAAAAAACk/Cu2GFfZe5Mw/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172090920357321570" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="149" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8b1SgXr22I/AAAAAAAAACk/Cu2GFfZe5Mw/s200/DSC_0003.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look! MAMA went Green!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so proud, I can't stand it. REALLY! I have wanted to buy recyclable bags forever and never did. Why don't they offer to sell these when you check out? Why don't they have them everywhere.? The Commissary could save the world! Ha, that's a joke. But they were not easy to find. I had to ask several people, the lady at the register had to ask several people before finally calling the manager. They are kept locked up in the managers office. Now, tell me why THAT makes sense? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SHHH&lt;/span&gt;, don't tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; we have recyclable bags. It's a secret!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, these cute little bags hold a ton. I would say almost twice what a regular plastic bag does, plus it won't tear on you. Hate when that happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK! So, here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Harnett&lt;/span&gt; County, NC, they don't make it easy to recycle. In FL, it was a sin not to recycle, here you have to really work to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recycle&lt;/span&gt;. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;, let me repeat, DON'T have any service that will pick up recycling. We have to haul it ourselves to certain locations. which are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; or close. The one around the corner is SCARY, the landfill. We do have a drop off location on base, that is great. But mind you, this is hard work. Plus I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recycle&lt;/span&gt; it all: paper, boxes, plastic, glass, cans. It's all good. We take at least ONE BIG load to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;recycle&lt;/span&gt; each week. And that is filling the entire bed up of ken's truck. Now, tell me why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Harnett&lt;/span&gt; county is so behind? Yes, this is the state that is a little backwards, you can still smoke in a gas station, &lt;strong&gt;OH MY! that is safe&lt;/strong&gt;. You can smoke in a restaurant. I really miss FL for this. But is guess this is the home of Tobacco. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So NC is not ready to go GREEN&lt;/span&gt;. I guess this will be my new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CAUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This really does ruffle my panties that it is so difficult to do some good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, tell your friends, family, and neighbors, this is the new "IT" item at the commissary, girls! &lt;strong&gt;The New MUST HAVE BAG&lt;/strong&gt;. (and they are only &lt;strong&gt;.70 cents each.&lt;/strong&gt; WHAT A BARGAIN!) Join me in the Green Movement! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;We'll change the world, one Green Commissary Grocery bag at a time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;GO GREEN GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982404958742858823-3201923813365159313?l=2monkeysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3201923813365159313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982404958742858823&amp;postID=3201923813365159313' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/3201923813365159313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/3201923813365159313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/mama-goes-green.html' title='MAMA Goes GREEN!'/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667609921911137143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8cBTQXr23I/AAAAAAAAACs/xl9dfFlK0kY/s72-c/DSC02277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982404958742858823.post-3250958587030184675</id><published>2008-02-25T11:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:18:37.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always MAMA Drama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8MSsAXr21I/AAAAAAAAACc/RskJC0KTo0A/s1600-h/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170997344374348626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8MSsAXr21I/AAAAAAAAACc/RskJC0KTo0A/s200/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, Bad Title. Not really about Mama Drama, more Soccer Drama! But I am always good for some Drama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First, look how cute my little soccer player is! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, So! we have our first soccer games &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;. Yippee, Mind you this is the team we got asked to play on, got uninvited to play on before it even started, then invited again. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Un&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;invitation&lt;/span&gt; was due to coach wanting a 7YO ringer team only. No young ones. Then, he said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt; can play. I bet he is biting his tongue now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my story - Saturday, our first game, we are all set, no uniform, but that's another story. So, game starts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tyler&lt;/span&gt; is benched. No problem, we are the new kid. 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; period he goes in. Coach puts him in as goalie, so I thought. Then someone on the other team went to kick the ball in and, as goalie, TY catches it w/ his hands. &lt;strong&gt;Whistle blows. PENALTY.&lt;/strong&gt; No hands! hello, he is the goalie. so one of the parents say, they don't have goalies, just "defender". what the heck is a defender? so the other team gets a one on one penalty shot. Ty is standing in the goal -kid kicks a perfect shot top left corner. IN! Ty tries to catch it w/ his hands. So I ask, "can he use his hands now? or is he suppose to just sit there and get hit in the face w/ the ball?" oh that's nice. no one knew the rule. SO, my kid that was asked to play, got kicked off the team,, then gets asked to play again, helped to lose the game. don't you think if they can't use their hands, you should tell them? he said he was never told, he thought he was goalie. &lt;strong&gt;so, who doesn't play w/ goalies?&lt;/strong&gt; what kind of soccer is this? this is suppose to be a competitive team. Help me here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, do I sit back and shut up? OR ask the coach about NC Soccer 101? Plus I would like to tell him, goalie/ defender, whatever, is not a good position for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ty&lt;/span&gt; unless you want to help the other team score more. He is just not good there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my advise, Save the Drama for your MAMA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982404958742858823-3250958587030184675?l=2monkeysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3250958587030184675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982404958742858823&amp;postID=3250958587030184675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/3250958587030184675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/3250958587030184675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/always-mama-drama.html' title='Always MAMA Drama!'/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667609921911137143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R8MSsAXr21I/AAAAAAAAACc/RskJC0KTo0A/s72-c/DSC_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982404958742858823.post-53330784037566307</id><published>2008-02-14T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:18:37.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Race!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R7TybAXr20I/AAAAAAAAACU/bFLjkL7jQ_k/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167021218270534466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R7TybAXr20I/AAAAAAAAACU/bFLjkL7jQ_k/s200/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the picture, don't you? Maybe my next race I will have a better picture. Story to follow soon.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So! I REALLY! ran my first race. Really! I made it all the way to the finish line. Yippee. My first 5K. Wow. what a cool thing. I really thought long and hard about doing this race. I knew I had to, it was in my neighborhood for goodness sake, but oh the pressure. Running around other people does not work for me. I do not like crowds, much less having to run a race w/ 200 people. .... Mostly HS cross country players that run way too fast. What's the hurry? Plus running w/ a lot of neighbors was frighting for me also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I only run for selfish reasons. &lt;strong&gt;Reason one!&lt;/strong&gt; I like chocolate way too much. &lt;strong&gt;Reason TWO!&lt;/strong&gt; It is the only time during my day where I don't have to clean, speak to others, chase after two boys, do chores, ETC. It is all about me. I can run as slow as I like, and I usually do, the longer I am out the better. Ha. I can sing as loud as I like, and I normally do. Use to sing more before I lost Ken's I-pod, whole nother story. My MP3, just needs come lovin'. &lt;strong&gt;Reason 3&lt;/strong&gt;! It's nice to run when someone really is not chasing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished 46th out of 88. I am so happy. Time: 28:50. Yippee, I just wanted to break 30 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! SO, lack of pictures.... I ask ken at the finish line, do you have the camera? He says, "No, Sorry, I did not have an extra hand for it." OK! We have a backpack camera case???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just call me Racer X - The Speed Racer, Please!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982404958742858823-53330784037566307?l=2monkeysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/53330784037566307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982404958742858823&amp;postID=53330784037566307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/53330784037566307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/53330784037566307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-first-race.html' title='My First Race!'/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667609921911137143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R7TybAXr20I/AAAAAAAAACU/bFLjkL7jQ_k/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982404958742858823.post-3139344282167793343</id><published>2008-01-21T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:18:38.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things In Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R5VZMUtx2BI/AAAAAAAAACM/MsQZA-_jZMw/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158127016476792850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R5VZMUtx2BI/AAAAAAAAACM/MsQZA-_jZMw/s200/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello! Happy Monday! I just wanted to share the joy of Honey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Do's&lt;/span&gt;! (the top picture of B has nothing to do w/ my story, but just thought my little pirate was cute!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so you all know about the closet office w/ cable, well, it really is a REAL Office Closet w/ Cable TODAY! We moved the desk in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. Please don't ask me how we got it in here. Do you see the pictures? I think the desk is bigger than the room. Really! We have only inches to spare on each side. I really wish I would have recorded ken and I trying to get this XXL Desk in this room. I think it will be sold w/ the house as I don't think it will come out. But it is in and it is a real live office. We have never had an office before. Life's little miracles. Hot Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pictured below, see the REAL Guest bedroom. Now, come one and come all to The Hodges Ranch in Spring Lake, NC. You will have your own room, walk in closet (sorry you can't walk in as it is filled w/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SLAH&lt;/span&gt; products. They don't come w/ the room either so hands off. ha!) and a Full bathroom. What more could you ask for? We'll leave the light on if you are ever in town!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Continental&lt;/span&gt; breakfast does not come w/ the room, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the same weekend, we had a storm door installed. I just don't know what to think of the action pact weekend. Now, let there be light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does not get much better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R5VY_ktx2AI/AAAAAAAAACE/5_FIKw7_MYs/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158126797433460738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R5VY_ktx2AI/AAAAAAAAACE/5_FIKw7_MYs/s200/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R5VY00tx1_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/cFOSrXaJbi8/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158126612749866994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R5VY00tx1_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/cFOSrXaJbi8/s200/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R5VYpktx1-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/f4jDBoWMP6Y/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158126419476338658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R5VYpktx1-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/f4jDBoWMP6Y/s200/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R5VYd0tx19I/AAAAAAAAABs/VOEq9Opg_mY/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158126217612875730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R5VYd0tx19I/AAAAAAAAABs/VOEq9Opg_mY/s200/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2982404958742858823-3139344282167793343?l=2monkeysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3139344282167793343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982404958742858823&amp;postID=3139344282167793343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/3139344282167793343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/3139344282167793343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-things-in-life.html' title='The Little Things In Life!'/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667609921911137143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R5VZMUtx2BI/AAAAAAAAACM/MsQZA-_jZMw/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982404958742858823.post-8830512786674496338</id><published>2008-01-16T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:18:39.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? Baking? Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R47Lh0tx16I/AAAAAAAAABU/wvyqCyUm5zI/s1600-h/DSC_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156282405332572066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R47Lh0tx16I/AAAAAAAAABU/wvyqCyUm5zI/s200/DSC_0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R47K-0tx15I/AAAAAAAAABM/3nFYzwjAr0I/s1600-h/DSC_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156281804037150610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R47K-0tx15I/AAAAAAAAABM/3nFYzwjAr0I/s200/DSC_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R47KxUtx14I/AAAAAAAAABE/tc8-Lv4BJP8/s1600-h/DSC_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156281572108916610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R47KxUtx14I/AAAAAAAAABE/tc8-Lv4BJP8/s200/DSC_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R47KiEtx13I/AAAAAAAAAA8/rtKi5Ib2y3g/s1600-h/DSC_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156281310115911538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R47KiEtx13I/AAAAAAAAAA8/rtKi5Ib2y3g/s200/DSC_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R47KNUtx12I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1A8OOiQhUBg/s1600-h/DSC_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156280953633625954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R47KNUtx12I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1A8OOiQhUBg/s200/DSC_0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so, Brennan's Birthday was Saturday. I actually Baked. Really! I did. I don't even cook well, much less bake decent. I am really not a good baker. But I did good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out his two cakes, YES, two cakes and I even made airplane cookies. Yes, it was an airplane theme party. woohoo. Please give me a gold star!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982404958742858823-8830512786674496338?l=2monkeysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8830512786674496338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982404958742858823&amp;postID=8830512786674496338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/8830512786674496338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/8830512786674496338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-baking-really.html' title='Me? Baking? Really?'/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667609921911137143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R47Lh0tx16I/AAAAAAAAABU/wvyqCyUm5zI/s72-c/DSC_0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982404958742858823.post-858749863630926784</id><published>2008-01-16T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:18:39.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me Give you an Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R45iAUtx10I/AAAAAAAAAAk/09x7n-1upn4/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156166381086037826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R45iAUtx10I/AAAAAAAAAAk/09x7n-1upn4/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The New Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to move our desk/office stuff to a small room upstairs so we can have a real office. This is no more than a walk-in closet at the top of the steps, but how big do we need it to be? So, I had electric added then wanted to add &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. So, I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DirectTV&lt;/span&gt;. We have always had cable modem so I did not think anything about it. They came out and added a cable outlet. The repair man says, "can I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; to make sure it works?" What? A TV? Oh Crap. You Idiot. I wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; not TV. Nice, now my husband has another reason to get a flat screen TV. So, I call the phone company since we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VOIP&lt;/span&gt; (voice over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; through the phone lines - I DON"T KNOW! trying to act like a COMM person so my husband can be proud) Set up the call for them to come out and add &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. They call the day of the appointment, "OH, we don't do that, call your electrician to install that as it goes to the Smart Box and we don't mess w/ that." Great, the electrician was just here 2 Weeks ago. Why can't it be easy to just move an office. But we have cable in the closet? ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, everyone that sees the room says, "oooohhhh, isn't this a closet?" My, yes it is, but soon it will be an office in the closet w/ cable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Oil Change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so today we go get our oil changed and what an experience. We got to stay in the car while they did it! Yippee! Have you ever heard of such a thing? We did not have to get out and sit in the nasty waiting room full of germs and dirt.  We got to stay put right in the car. Brennan was contained. Mommy got to read a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;magazine&lt;/span&gt;. $35 and 20 minutes later we were done. Very expensive and Ken will have something to say about this! but you know what, it made my day a bit easier. I am sure others out there know about this Oil Change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Revolution&lt;/span&gt;, but it was all new to me. Wow! What fun. I even missed our Mom's Brunch for this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Oops&lt;/span&gt;. Becky will have a word to say about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982404958742858823-858749863630926784?l=2monkeysblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/feeds/858749863630926784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982404958742858823&amp;postID=858749863630926784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/858749863630926784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982404958742858823/posts/default/858749863630926784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2monkeysblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-me-give-you-update.html' title='Let me Give you an Update!'/><author><name>wen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16667609921911137143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j98p6XgH1ms/R45iAUtx10I/AAAAAAAAAAk/09x7n-1upn4/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982404958742858823.post-2871449648176062433</id><published>2008-01-16T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T11:10:17.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? Blogging?</title><content type='html'>I really can't believe I am doing this. Me? Blogging? That is just too funny. But like I always tell Brother Craig, "I am going to write a book some day". Maybe this will get me started. Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome! 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