<?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-13798866</id><updated>2012-01-19T01:35:09.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaotic Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>Two Adults, Three Children, Lots of Noise...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-8226685672636783779</id><published>2011-10-10T16:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:51:03.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm stealing this from my friend Missy @ &lt;a href="http://itsalmostnaptime.blogspot.com/"&gt;It's Almost Naptime!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rh4gg-S9IHY/TpNodF2iyyI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/_dUq4fAErXg/s400/315599_2509198568557_1210871899_33104960_508033752_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661984005531290402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-8226685672636783779?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8226685672636783779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=8226685672636783779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8226685672636783779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8226685672636783779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/funny.html' title='Funny :)'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rh4gg-S9IHY/TpNodF2iyyI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/_dUq4fAErXg/s72-c/315599_2509198568557_1210871899_33104960_508033752_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-3882281721862075460</id><published>2011-08-22T10:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T10:12:29.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of the 1st day of school, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iODoU47sXJI/TlJxgoKJ04I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/ID7Dhl572VM/s1600/DSC_1624.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iODoU47sXJI/TlJxgoKJ04I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/ID7Dhl572VM/s320/DSC_1624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643698088398410626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex is in the 6th grade, Morgann is a 3rd grader, and Ian is a 1st grader this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjUj6uDKkWY/TlJxMf7Pf1I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/HS-e4VWf7Gs/s1600/DSC_1625.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjUj6uDKkWY/TlJxMf7Pf1I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/HS-e4VWf7Gs/s320/DSC_1625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643697742591000402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JokCcTk3B2c/TlJw-KfnbxI/AAAAAAAAB5I/aOI0zWr0u3Y/s1600/DSC_1632.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JokCcTk3B2c/TlJw-KfnbxI/AAAAAAAAB5I/aOI0zWr0u3Y/s320/DSC_1632.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643697496319815442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ian standing in front of the 1st grade hallway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nMpjrJtUYBo/TlJwsCHeRBI/AAAAAAAAB5A/TiKaGWT7CE4/s1600/DSC_1636.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nMpjrJtUYBo/TlJwsCHeRBI/AAAAAAAAB5A/TiKaGWT7CE4/s320/DSC_1636.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643697184833422354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgann standing at her 3rd grade desk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zUTIDteP1g/TlJwbMBAq-I/AAAAAAAAB44/2IgqvD1vBcA/s1600/DSC_1639.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zUTIDteP1g/TlJwbMBAq-I/AAAAAAAAB44/2IgqvD1vBcA/s320/DSC_1639.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643696895432895458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex leaving on the bus for his 1st day of middle school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow!  Time really does fly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-3882281721862075460?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3882281721862075460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=3882281721862075460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3882281721862075460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3882281721862075460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/pics-of-1st-day-of-school-2011.html' title='Pics of the 1st day of school, 2011'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iODoU47sXJI/TlJxgoKJ04I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/ID7Dhl572VM/s72-c/DSC_1624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-8916603863450753625</id><published>2011-07-13T10:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T10:25:55.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplugged: Day 5</title><content type='html'>Well, we've reached day 5, and I have to say, I've never had such a quiet house!  Well, I mean, not this quiet with the kids home :)  Everything is so PEACEFUL.  There has been almost no fighting - and with 3 kids, that's a true miracle - and they are playing together &lt;i&gt;willingly&lt;/i&gt;!  The boys have discovered their long-lost remote controlled helicopters and have been playing with them daily.  Morgann has rediscovered playing dress up and is constantly showing up in a new outfit.  And they've even made time for playing with friends, being sure to notify them up-front that they cannot turn on any games or TV.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They haven't whined at me about not being able to watch TV or movies, and they haven't begged me to return their electronic devices.  Honestly, I'm in shock over it all.  I assumed this week would be no less than a battle of the wills, with a constant barrage of begging &amp;amp; deal making.  But its actually been the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nut-shell, its been a wonderful, learning experience!!  And I can see that moving forward, we will be making some changes to our "regular" lives.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  And can I just say that while I've found not logging into FB a bit of a pain when I'm bored or waiting around on someone or something, I've survived just as well as the kids have.  And I'm giving serious props to Michael who was the least in-favor of this change - I haven't seen him flip on his gaming computer once since Saturday!  Honey, I'm proud of you and appreciate your "taking one for the team" for this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-8916603863450753625?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8916603863450753625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=8916603863450753625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8916603863450753625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8916603863450753625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/unplugged-day-5.html' title='Unplugged: Day 5'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-2262300036574283401</id><published>2011-07-11T13:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:06:52.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplugged</title><content type='html'>This is our week to "unplug" from the world of electronics - games, computers (unless work-related), TV's, movies, etc., etc., etc.  Its something that I've been tossing around trying for a while, but just haven't had the guts to do it.  But the constant bickering, whining, complaining, etc., had taken its toll on me as of last Friday, and by Friday night, the decision had been made.  And while Michael wasn't too keen on the idea because I was asking him to unplug from his games too, he relented and agreed to try it out - at least while the kiddos are awake.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, while I sit &amp;amp; type on my blog, we are officially unplugged - do you see the irony in this?  Yes, we turned off the kid's access to the internet, took away all electronic devices, including phones, camera and iPods, and have disconnected from technology for the week.  Welcome to the 1980's!!!  Michael &amp;amp; I are only using our computers for work-related items, and email - since this is the way so many any of us communicate now.  But I have logged off of Facebook which, I am sad to say, is my vice.  I've already had several things that I've wanted to post as a status update, but I've resisted, and am instead making a mental list of things that I will need to update later ;)  You know, because everyone is waiting to hear from me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am amazed at the peace that has hit our home!  REAL peace!!!  There has been almost no fighting or arguing between the kids, and the lack of "I'm boreds" has decreased dramatically.  They already know that they can't watch a movie, watch TV or play a video game, so they've just made due with good old-fashioned board games, old-timey books not on an electronic device, and toys they haven't played with in quite a while.  They have all been reading more, and Alex has almost finished the 1st of the Harry Potter books in no less than 2 days!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We may unplug more often :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-2262300036574283401?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2262300036574283401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=2262300036574283401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2262300036574283401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2262300036574283401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/07/unplugged.html' title='Unplugged'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-3937545941463965746</id><published>2011-04-21T14:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T14:12:00.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of butterflies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JXGTQyPZWZ0/TbCACSkQHII/AAAAAAAAByw/o5Uud2LH_yQ/s1600/IMG_1168.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JXGTQyPZWZ0/TbCACSkQHII/AAAAAAAAByw/o5Uud2LH_yQ/s320/IMG_1168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598115113653509250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our caterpillars arrived on 4/19!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYbx8JJDxaU/TbB_xPR8C4I/AAAAAAAAByo/vbS_hgRuH0Y/s1600/IMG_1167.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UYbx8JJDxaU/TbB_xPR8C4I/AAAAAAAAByo/vbS_hgRuH0Y/s320/IMG_1167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598114820713614210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were small and not too gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hO-w3bjr2Gw/TbB_eikWv9I/AAAAAAAAByg/5FZZXZdfCIE/s1600/IMG_1170.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hO-w3bjr2Gw/TbB_eikWv9I/AAAAAAAAByg/5FZZXZdfCIE/s320/IMG_1170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598114499473620946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here they are on 4/21 - much bigger!  Maybe double their original size already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vm8OH0oB0g/TbB_SyyIISI/AAAAAAAAByY/UO3KIJIVUD4/s1600/IMG_1171.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vm8OH0oB0g/TbB_SyyIISI/AAAAAAAAByY/UO3KIJIVUD4/s320/IMG_1171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598114297667920162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And their little container is full of gross-ness :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its a learning process for the kids - they check on them every day and are learning little tidbits about how caterpillars live.  The brown in the bottom of the container is their food.  They spin silk to help them get around, so that's what the "white" substance is you can see in the last picture.  We aren't allowed to open the lid so that everything stays un-contaminated.    They should eventually crawl to the top and form their chrysallis' and then we will be able to move them to their new home :)  Once they emerge, we'll watch them for a day or so, then release them into the garden and hope they stick around and like our butterfly plants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll post more pics in a day or 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-3937545941463965746?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3937545941463965746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=3937545941463965746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3937545941463965746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3937545941463965746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/speaking-of-butterflies.html' title='Speaking of butterflies....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JXGTQyPZWZ0/TbCACSkQHII/AAAAAAAAByw/o5Uud2LH_yQ/s72-c/IMG_1168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-2871807910048803061</id><published>2011-04-21T10:50:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T14:42:19.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Front Flowerbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just thought I'd post a few pictures of our front flowerbeds. As of now, not many blooms, but I'm hoping for that to change in a few weeks, as most of the blooming shrubs are cyclical. We have encore azaleas, knock-out roses, verbena, pintas, a new little sago palm, small sprouts (from seeds) of what will be heavenly blue morning glories (that's what they are called, I'm not just saying they will be a heavenly blue color, LOL!), and a pretty little Jane Magnolia tree (only blooms in the Spring before the leaves sprout).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrPEexdx1y4/TbCHiJFc5AI/AAAAAAAABzQ/wFTt858GUn8/s1600/IMG_1176.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrPEexdx1y4/TbCHiJFc5AI/AAAAAAAABzQ/wFTt858GUn8/s320/IMG_1176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598123357445612546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The big picture from the front of the house.  The grass is a little thin near the driveway, but I'm working on that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dbwr_WG5bAA/TbCGTZofVbI/AAAAAAAABzI/E1IFcWFVpCc/s1600/IMG_1173.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dbwr_WG5bAA/TbCGTZofVbI/AAAAAAAABzI/E1IFcWFVpCc/s320/IMG_1173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598122004677875122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 groupings of Pintas, morning glories (from seeds) and my little sago palm.  You can also see what is left of the blooms from the hydrangeas I planted in the small beds on either side of the garage.  They were so pretty!  Now the blooms are dying, but the green plant is still thriving so hopefully they will re-bloom :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and see that white flagstone walkway on the left side?  I did that!  I had to dig out a large portion of the flowerbed, place the stones and then fill in the gaps with crushed granite, but I am very happy with the result.  Now people can park their cars in my driveway and not get out and step directly into the flowerbed!  Oh, and the stones around the entire bed - yep, I did that too :)  Its so much prettier with the stone border!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Wciv_jNB_M/TbCF2H6HxGI/AAAAAAAABzA/pgxHCbCZbk0/s1600/IMG_1174.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Wciv_jNB_M/TbCF2H6HxGI/AAAAAAAABzA/pgxHCbCZbk0/s320/IMG_1174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598121501703783522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encore azaleas on the back row, and knock-out roses in front - see the lone bloom??  Give these a year or 2 and we'll have a nice, thick hedge across the patio.  I can't wait to see these in full-bloom in a few years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgTKhc6y58Q/TbCFVvAogZI/AAAAAAAABy4/w6XglLfCMUQ/s1600/IMG_1175.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgTKhc6y58Q/TbCFVvAogZI/AAAAAAAABy4/w6XglLfCMUQ/s320/IMG_1175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598120945264394642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bargain Jane Magnolia tree (got it for $25 when everywhere else had the same sized tree for $145+), verbena, and behind the tree are a few of the encore azaleas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P1hPzKZ2Xp0/TbBTSGGOAmI/AAAAAAAAByI/h9-pb9vYAJU/s320/IMG_0384.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598065907160973922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the right, Alex's aloe vera plant; middle, 2 of Morgann's Dahlia seeds have sprouted; left, Ian's Delphinium are slow growers, apparently. He has one single teeny-tiny sprout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1ehAu0XGIQ/TbBTycFlnRI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Vje-LTahjQo/s320/IMG_0385.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598066462819720466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see it?  Its in the lower section of the pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T19a80k3FyY/TbBTFunlSjI/AAAAAAAAByA/B3vpEtymPH4/s1600/IMG_0383.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T19a80k3FyY/TbBTFunlSjI/AAAAAAAAByA/B3vpEtymPH4/s320/IMG_0383.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598065694700030514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty pintas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LEaFccv1NMU/TbBS2EAZ9hI/AAAAAAAABx4/Km0Lik3Ny1o/s1600/IMG_0381.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LEaFccv1NMU/TbBS2EAZ9hI/AAAAAAAABx4/Km0Lik3Ny1o/s320/IMG_0381.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598065425563383314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlQOCVIk-X0/TbBSfKZnFfI/AAAAAAAABxw/HrLTQmPns4I/s1600/IMG_0380.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlQOCVIk-X0/TbBSfKZnFfI/AAAAAAAABxw/HrLTQmPns4I/s320/IMG_0380.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598065032142722546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pintas are in bloom, and a favorite of butterflies :)  We find them out there all the time.  Love it!!!&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/13798866-2871807910048803061?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2871807910048803061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=2871807910048803061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2871807910048803061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2871807910048803061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/front-flowerbed.html' title='The Front Flowerbed'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrPEexdx1y4/TbCHiJFc5AI/AAAAAAAABzQ/wFTt858GUn8/s72-c/IMG_1176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-8589598505158265758</id><published>2011-04-04T11:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:49:31.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headcount</title><content type='html'>At this time, it looks as though we have:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8-10 tiny little cucumbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 or 4 blossoms on the sweet pea vine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 growing tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 huge head of cauliflower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-4 tiny little sprouts of broccoli (Ian will be so relieved since we had to cut off what had originally grown when it sprouted flowers - my bad!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 little blossom on the jalapeno plant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 crazy-growing pumpkin vine with allot of yellow blooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the rest of the plants are growing and looking good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-8589598505158265758?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8589598505158265758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=8589598505158265758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8589598505158265758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8589598505158265758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/headcount.html' title='Headcount'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-7150487179912753627</id><published>2011-04-04T09:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T09:06:37.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBptapn8M48/TZnQIcAfjCI/AAAAAAAABxo/c60kO2PrwRQ/s1600/61XwXOL9rUL.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBptapn8M48/TZnQIcAfjCI/AAAAAAAABxo/c60kO2PrwRQ/s320/61XwXOL9rUL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591729255732972578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What better time than spring to learn about butterflies???  And since we have planted butterfly-friendly plants in both the front &amp;amp; back beds, this should prove to be a fun "experiment" for the entire family!  The kids are going to be sooooooo excited :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-7150487179912753627?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7150487179912753627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=7150487179912753627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/7150487179912753627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/7150487179912753627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-kids.html' title='For the kids'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBptapn8M48/TZnQIcAfjCI/AAAAAAAABxo/c60kO2PrwRQ/s72-c/61XwXOL9rUL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-5024030588281334305</id><published>2011-04-03T20:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:32:56.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New-found Interests</title><content type='html'>Who knew that our family was into gardens &amp;amp; flowers?!?  Certainly not me!!  Seriously had no idea that if I would just get out there and dig out the ugly, I would find such pleasure in planting the beautiful.  It is something that I find myself doing at various times throughout the day &amp;amp; week.  I have noticed that as I drift off to sleep, I'm thinking about what I need to do in the front flower bed, where I should put what, how I should have done this or that differently, etc., etc., etc.  And I've also noticed that I find reason to go way out of my way to "happen by" my favorite nursery.  Its an on-going fixation.  And its one that I swore I didn't have!  "No, I am not going to work in my flower bed, even though it is overrun with grass and tacky.  I'll just pay someone else to clean it out".  If only I had known then what I know now...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And did you know that not only have I found something that I enjoy, but my kiddos are starting to find a passion for "pretty" too!  For instance, Alex had been begging me for weeks to go to Lowe's, which just happens to be right across the street from our subdivision entrance.  Every time we drove past, he would plead with me to stop in.  I've put off doing so because I had no need to stop in there - I really don't enjoy spending my "extra" time wandering the aisles of any home improvement store, but I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; dislike Lowe's because of their customer service, or lack thereof.  But I had need to drop in there last week for something, so I took Alex with me to look at whatever it was that was so important.  So, while I browsed around the lawn &amp;amp; garden area looking at this &amp;amp; that, he disappeared for about 5 minutes.  When he returned, he said that I &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to follow him into the store so that he could "show me something".  He took me inside the sliding doors and led me directly to the indoor plants.  I'm guessing that there must have been a spotlight on the specific area he took me too, and there must have been angels singing "Handel's Messiah" because the begging and pleading and bartering that commenced was just over-the-top hilarious!  He had his eye on a Venus FlyTrap (I guess pretty is in the eye of the beholder, huh?).  I had to give in when he agreed to go 50/50 on the cost - his money is being saved to buy a new iPod Touch, and he refuses to spend a dime of it on anything else.  He brought his precious purchase home and then begged to get it planted.  But I made him wait for 2 whole days before allowing him to do so - he had school work to be finished first!    But he has taken such pride in his dirty little terrarium, keeping it in the window that gets the most sun in the evenings, checking it for moisture, etc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then tonight as we were again roaming around Lowe's, Alex asked if we could purchase a new aloe vera plant, as ours bit the dust during the last freeze of the winter.  Daddy quickly said "OK", which then led to the begging &amp;amp; pleading of the other 2 kiddos.  They too wanted the opportunity to plant something.  So, we took them over to the seed section and allowed them each to pick 1 perenial flower that they could grown in a pot inside of the house.  You would have thought that we'd won the lottery!  Everyone left the store happy, and we all left with something that will grow into something beautiful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we hope so anyway....stay tuned :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-5024030588281334305?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5024030588281334305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=5024030588281334305&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5024030588281334305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5024030588281334305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-found-interests.html' title='New-found Interests'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-9039335239911902534</id><published>2011-03-27T15:16:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:37:53.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has sprung!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so has our garden!! So far, we haven't killed anything, and are starting to see some fruit &amp;amp; veggies :) Strawberries have been going crazy - we get 2 or 3 a week from our 2 very small plants, I just spotted the very first tomato, and the rest of plants are starting to bloom, so fruit/veggies should be just around the corner!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0opKLuTKle4/TY-r-jI-JXI/AAAAAAAABxg/DQOcCNB_hOc/s1600/IMG_1160.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0opKLuTKle4/TY-r-jI-JXI/AAAAAAAABxg/DQOcCNB_hOc/s320/IMG_1160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588874753663182194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our garden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smXzvLJbysk/TY-rgpfSe8I/AAAAAAAABxY/lIVB3YCnNIc/s1600/IMG_1158.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smXzvLJbysk/TY-rgpfSe8I/AAAAAAAABxY/lIVB3YCnNIc/s320/IMG_1158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588874239971326914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From back left, sweet peas, asparagus tree &amp;amp; cucumbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Middle left to right, jalapeno plant &amp;amp; cauliflower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bottom center, butterfly plant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sI-ZpnvUeY/TY-rHmi5-NI/AAAAAAAABxQ/20RoQbT0JYA/s1600/IMG_1156.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sI-ZpnvUeY/TY-rHmi5-NI/AAAAAAAABxQ/20RoQbT0JYA/s320/IMG_1156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588873809684461778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the back is the cucumber bush, 2 tomato plants on the right, center is the cauliflower plant and the broccoli plant (that sprouted flowers so we had to cut it off and hope it grows again), and bottom center is the peanut plant with a few little flowers (marigolds in the corner).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P5bIZdIYnqU/TY-qv0BCQyI/AAAAAAAABxI/KnQNCpW_FjY/s1600/IMG_1157.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P5bIZdIYnqU/TY-qv0BCQyI/AAAAAAAABxI/KnQNCpW_FjY/s320/IMG_1157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588873400983634722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back left is the pumpkin vine, to the right is the sweet pea vine, in the middle are the 2 tiny little green bean plants that started as seedlings, the jalapeno plant to the right, then the 2 strawberry plants toward the bottom (marigolds in the corner).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bx7qCaDD54M/TY-qTeRkFlI/AAAAAAAABxA/CyTvvSxEVXs/s1600/IMG_1159.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bx7qCaDD54M/TY-qTeRkFlI/AAAAAAAABxA/CyTvvSxEVXs/s320/IMG_1159.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588872914111043154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last but not least, more seedlings that have sprouted - yellow onions, carrots and red/green peppers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told Michael that we are going to need to build another box next to our existing garden as I don't have the space to plant the seed pots once they are ready.  So, we'll be back at the building and buying dirt phase in just another few weeks if these continue to grow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not bad for someone who had no clue what she was doing, huh???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-9039335239911902534?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9039335239911902534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=9039335239911902534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/9039335239911902534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/9039335239911902534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has sprung!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0opKLuTKle4/TY-r-jI-JXI/AAAAAAAABxg/DQOcCNB_hOc/s72-c/IMG_1160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-373318317796370402</id><published>2011-03-08T17:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:46:53.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little plug for a very dear friend...</title><content type='html'>...and her new book!  Go buy it :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by:  Dallas Louis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Girlfriends-Giggles-God-Dallas-Louis/dp/0984260579/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1299341598&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/BLOG/girlfriendsbuttoncopy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-373318317796370402?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/373318317796370402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=373318317796370402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/373318317796370402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/373318317796370402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-plug-for-very-dear-friend.html' title='A little plug for a very dear friend...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-6001866699102051143</id><published>2011-02-28T07:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T08:20:55.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days outside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, we are finished with the garden!  And I am oh-so-excited to see whether we get any fruit/veggies in a few months :)  Let's hope so because my body is KILLING me today.  Altho, we did allot more than just work on the garden - we mowed, and edged, and cleared out the debris from the garage, and fertilized, and watered, and cleaned beds, and organized....it was a group effort mind you, but hopefully worth it all to have a pretty yard this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here a few pics of the progress:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OaJ-12ZEEdU/TWusCYAsIJI/AAAAAAAABwA/2yddRhJNkpQ/s320/IMG_0337.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578741720233549970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we finished with the box, we dumped in our bags of soil and quickly discovered that I hadn't bought nearly enough, 4 bags of rose soil and 1 bag of compost.  I returned to the nursery yesterday and picked up 9 more bags of rose soil (1 cu.) and 2 more bags of revitalizer/compost (1.5 cu).  We used all but 1 bag of rose soil!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myHLaiYLVKU/TWur68lUpvI/AAAAAAAABv4/_3MG9TWZ0eY/s320/IMG_0339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578741592611923698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next I placed the plants and moved them around about 100 times before I decided on their perfect "spot", then Ian, Michael &amp;amp; I dug the holes and placed them into their new homes.  I left the sweet peas, cucumbers and the butterfly plant for Alex, which is why some are still in their pots in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7zmLFKqBOJs/TWurlvTB4CI/AAAAAAAABvw/cFccvoZqoN8/s320/IMG_0341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578741228268281890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once all of the plants were buried, I added a bit of fruit/veggie food, we lightly watered, we put in the lattice for the climbing plants, and then added the plastic fencing around the garden to keep a nosey little poodle's nose out of it!  The fencing is attached to the stakes around the garden, and can be easily removed &amp;amp; replaced when I need to work in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft7gO0w0N3I/TWurZhKpfiI/AAAAAAAABvo/BEQBNjrRFsc/s320/IMG_0342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578741018316602914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A final picture of the finished product, including a few of the herbs that I ended up potting for the time being.  We may end up with a smaller "herb" garden next to this one, but I spent enough money this weekend and decided the pots would work fine for now.  I actually now have 3 more pots of herbs, and a group of seed-pots waiting to sprout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All-in-all we had a ton of fun!  Here is the run-down of what I planted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cucumbers, sweet peas, carving pumpkins, strawberries, jalapenos, peanuts, cauliflower, tomatoes, asparagus, (awaiting the broccoli plant), a butterfly plant &amp;amp; marigolds, and lots of herbs!  The seed pots contain red/green sweet peppers, yellow onions, baby carrots, and green beans.  Yummmmmm!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-6001866699102051143?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6001866699102051143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=6001866699102051143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6001866699102051143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6001866699102051143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/2-days-outside.html' title='2 days outside...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OaJ-12ZEEdU/TWusCYAsIJI/AAAAAAAABwA/2yddRhJNkpQ/s72-c/IMG_0337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-1936345931304755804</id><published>2011-02-26T20:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:14:04.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olyPH5Sy5lk/TWmx6N6x_jI/AAAAAAAABvg/Fj6HDD6VY4E/s1600/IMG_0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olyPH5Sy5lk/TWmx6N6x_jI/AAAAAAAABvg/Fj6HDD6VY4E/s320/IMG_0336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578185227201805874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our garden.  Well, let me rephrase, this is the box that &lt;i&gt;will be&lt;/i&gt; our garden.  Michael &amp;amp; I spent an hour &amp;amp;  half in Lowe's walking back &amp;amp; forth &amp;amp; back again buying the wood, weed barrier, brackets, nails, gardening hand tools, and various &amp;amp; sundry other items today.  It was a looooooong hour &amp;amp; a half, let me tell ya!  And expensive too!  Altho we bought a new weed-eater/edger and a new drill, so that contributed to the expense.  But still, you'd think we were made out of money or something!! I was so excited yesterday when I left the garden center with all of our new plants, seeds, soil, and "stuff" for only $138.  Little did I know the 4 bags of soil and 1 bag of compost wouldn't even begin to make a dent in filling our 7'x4'x10" garden box.  Yeah, its looking as tho I will be buying &lt;b&gt;allot&lt;/b&gt; more soil tomorrow.  And can I just say that organic soil isn't cheap! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I'll just keep reminding the hubby that eventually, we'll start to save money on our fruits &amp;amp; veggies &amp;amp; herbs/seasonings - eventually....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-1936345931304755804?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1936345931304755804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=1936345931304755804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1936345931304755804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1936345931304755804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/humble-beginnings.html' title='Humble beginnings'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olyPH5Sy5lk/TWmx6N6x_jI/AAAAAAAABvg/Fj6HDD6VY4E/s72-c/IMG_0336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-6718296420449433254</id><published>2011-02-24T15:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T15:16:46.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring 2011</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been away for a very, VERY long time, but have been trying to get back to my little blog.  I just haven't had anything to write about here.  I have &lt;a href="http://www.asurrodiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;another blog&lt;/a&gt; that I've kept updated, but it really doesn't correlate to this blog, so this one has fallen by the way-side.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I'm determined to begin blogging again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what better time to begin something then in the spring time, right?  For instance, we're going to start a garden - its something we've talked about doing for years, even bought supplies for last year, but just haven't ever done it.  So this weekend, that's what we'll be up to - picking our spot, digging out the grass, and beginning to get the beds prepared.  I've been chatting with a friend about organic seeds and plants and she recommended "Botanical Interest" seeds, which are an organic/non-GMO brand.  I found a local garden shop nearby that sells them, along with organic soils and supplies, so I'm planning a trip there tomorrow.  This should prove to be an interesting endeavor, but I am hoping that when its all said &amp;amp; done, we'll get some fresh organic veggies out of the deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post pics &amp;amp; updates as we go.  Wish me luck!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-6718296420449433254?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6718296420449433254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=6718296420449433254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6718296420449433254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6718296420449433254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/spring-2011.html' title='Spring 2011'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4536111728387037547</id><published>2010-01-13T23:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:35:52.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Blessings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/S06s252AqFI/AAAAAAAABkc/_-GlY5se1dI/s1600-h/120409+-+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/S06s252AqFI/AAAAAAAABkc/_-GlY5se1dI/s320/120409+-+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426464660268296274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;So, I thought I'd jump on here to say that I had a bit of good news today :)  I called our mortgage company to inquire about whether they needed me to send them a tax bill that I'd received last week, since we pay an escrow and that is supposed to cover our taxes.  Anyway, I had several questions that I asked (since this is our first go-around with owning a house/taxes/etc.) and I wanted to be sure that I have all of our bases covered.  One of the things I asked was when we would know what our "new" house payment was going to be, since I was assuming that it would increase at least somewhat for a new escrow amount - higher taxes is what I was getting at.  I really don't want to get hit with a huge tax bill because we haven't been paying enough all year! So, she said that our account wouldn't be reviewed until September, at which time they would adjust our payments accordingly.  UNLESS we wanted to have a review done now?  So, of course I said yes - I'd much rather have the increase now and know that we're paying enough versus waiting until almost the end of the year!  Well, she quickly ran through a few things then informed me that our payment would indeed be changing.  Our property taxes had actually DECREASED and we had overpaid according to their records, so not only is our house payment going down, but we're getting a $450 refund  :)  I was shocked - since when do taxes go down?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for now, we are very excited about saving about $40 a month, and the refund will be a nice addition to our savings account :)  That said, I'm not going to just assume all is well - I plan to call them again over the summer to have them re-asses things to be sure we're still paying enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thought I would share and say PTL for God's grace :)  Our being in this beautiful house was nothing short of a miracle from start to finish, and He is continuing to bless us and remind us that He is in control!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*P.S.  This photo was taken during the snow we got on December 4th - Alex's birthday :)  The orange blockade was put there by the water district when they ripped out our sidewalk and part of the yard to fix a pipe!   Its the most recent pic I have right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-4536111728387037547?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4536111728387037547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4536111728387037547&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4536111728387037547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4536111728387037547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/unexpected-blessings.html' title='Unexpected Blessings!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/S06s252AqFI/AAAAAAAABkc/_-GlY5se1dI/s72-c/120409+-+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-84158966914969418</id><published>2010-01-08T17:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:31:16.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Below Freezing...and Dropping!</title><content type='html'>We live in Texas - for a reason!  We aren't used to having temps in the freezing zone, much less &lt;i&gt;below&lt;/i&gt; freezing!  And to hear that temps will be in the teens tonight and not be &lt;i&gt;above&lt;/i&gt; freezing tomorrow just makes for a miserable weekend!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have plans...to be out of the house tomorrow!  What was I thinking?!?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and then we have the little problem of the frozen pipe on the side of the house - the one that had a hose attached to it that neither Michael nor I disconnected, even when I suggested to Michael that he go out to do so - yes, I am blaming him, and he's blaming me for not doing it myself.  Anyway, said hose is full of frozen water, making it weigh more than my youngest child!  And the water in the pipe - frozen solid!  I'm praying that it will start to melt - even slightly - so that we don't end up with a bigger problem :(  When he gets home, we'll be going out with rags and duck tape to wrap it up, along with the 2 other outside faucets that are thankfully not full of frozen water.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet...the kids want to go outside to play!  With temps below 30, they would prefer to brave the elements to ride bikes, than to stay inside, where its warm, coloring.  The coloring, which was their idea, lasted for 10 minutes.  We'll see how long the playing-outside-idea lasts :)&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/13798866-84158966914969418?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/84158966914969418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=84158966914969418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/84158966914969418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/84158966914969418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/below-freezingand-dropping.html' title='Below Freezing...and Dropping!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-6167144536267812814</id><published>2010-01-03T22:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:02:27.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I don't generally make a New Year's Resolution, simply because I know its something that I won't keep.  I decided long ago that if I was going to commit to something, I needed to do it when I meant to keep it, not when it was "time" to come up with something to resolve.  So, I've never bothered.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, its been way too long since I've blogged!  BUT, I have excuses...good ones, I promise!!!  For instance, I've been busy...3 kids will do that to a person.  And then there is the pregnancy - the gestational surrogacy that I embarked on.  Being 3? and pregnant will make a person a little less energetic!  And then we moved...we closed on our beautiful home on 9/30/09 and have yet to unpack enough boxes to clear a path in the garage :(  And of course Christmas came &amp;amp; went, so all of the hubub that goes along with the holiday season kept me away.  Toss in 2 birthdays during the month of December and one might agree that blogging would fall to the bottom of the priority list, right???  RIGHT?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, don't count this as a New Year's Resolution, because its not!  BUT...I resolve to get back to blogging.  I'm sure I've missed allot of milestone moments or funny stories that I should have written down for posterity's sake.  I have lots of pictures I want to share, and I would bet that if I think about it long enough, I can conjure up a few funny tidbits, BUT sometimes life happens!  So, if I miss a few postings here &amp;amp; there, or am absent for a short time, I promise to return :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you miss me???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-6167144536267812814?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6167144536267812814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=6167144536267812814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6167144536267812814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6167144536267812814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-6059793447818070565</id><published>2009-06-30T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:31:05.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a break!</title><content type='html'>We are "out", enjoying our summer, so I'm not taking much time to post on the blog right now.  But, if you are interested in finding out what might be happening with &lt;a href="http://www.asurrodiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/album.php?aid=2027408&amp;amp;id=1304775500"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, feel free to click the links and browse away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if we could just get a little rain....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-6059793447818070565?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6059793447818070565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=6059793447818070565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6059793447818070565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6059793447818070565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/taking-break.html' title='Taking a break!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4882384653280156883</id><published>2009-06-23T22:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:05:18.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SkGl6BzAvcI/AAAAAAAABPU/aTdXDSkSnh0/s1600-h/Alex+and+the+blob+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SkGl6BzAvcI/AAAAAAAABPU/aTdXDSkSnh0/s400/Alex+and+the+blob+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350740248626249154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a few of you know, Alex, still my baby boy, left for his first "summer camp" experience on Sunday morning - the buses pulled out bright &amp;amp; early at 6:20AM!  Two buses loaded with 60 kiddos left for Dry Gulch USA, a Christian camp based in Oklahoma, and run by Willie George Ministries.  This is the 6th year our church has attended this camp, but the first time for about 2/3 of the group that left on Sunday.  Today is Tuesday and I miss my little man so very much, but know he is probably having the time of his life :)  Anyway, the children's pastors are keeping a blog of their daily goings-on, and are posting a few pictures to appease the parents.  Tonight I found my son's picture on there...he's flying!!!  OH.MY.GOSH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-4882384653280156883?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4882384653280156883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4882384653280156883&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4882384653280156883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4882384653280156883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/summertime-fun.html' title='Summertime Fun!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SkGl6BzAvcI/AAAAAAAABPU/aTdXDSkSnh0/s72-c/Alex+and+the+blob+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-128966621635250460</id><published>2009-06-18T09:47:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:16:52.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Zoo Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one doesn't come with any &lt;a href="http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-another-day-at-zoo.html"&gt;funny stories&lt;/a&gt;, just some cute pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpZWGhjZhI/AAAAAAAABMQ/CIMPrLizgz4/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpZWGhjZhI/AAAAAAAABMQ/CIMPrLizgz4/s400/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348685743699224082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it was hot, but the kids aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; sweaty!  (gag)&lt;br /&gt;We had just left the spray-ground area where they ran around getting wet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpY-L-XKaI/AAAAAAAABMA/Oz9p_NEa_V0/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpY-L-XKaI/AAAAAAAABMA/Oz9p_NEa_V0/s400/IMG_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348685332845373858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready for our train ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpY5HkCK0I/AAAAAAAABL4/lI63dvkSE5k/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpY5HkCK0I/AAAAAAAABL4/lI63dvkSE5k/s400/IMG_0114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348685245761858370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The toothless wonder ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpYyptT04I/AAAAAAAABLw/x-3edJ7EGks/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpYyptT04I/AAAAAAAABLw/x-3edJ7EGks/s400/IMG_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348685134668485506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; excited about riding the train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpYsC2ndfI/AAAAAAAABLo/PjbmKbUzhe0/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpYsC2ndfI/AAAAAAAABLo/PjbmKbUzhe0/s400/IMG_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348685021159323122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just happy to be out of the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpYcDFOTOI/AAAAAAAABLY/qz4kyA_lNNg/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpYcDFOTOI/AAAAAAAABLY/qz4kyA_lNNg/s400/IMG_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348684746342681826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpYOc7vo1I/AAAAAAAABLQ/jWraxHpkbdA/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpYOc7vo1I/AAAAAAAABLQ/jWraxHpkbdA/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348684512764076882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; her girl!&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/13798866-128966621635250460?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/128966621635250460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=128966621635250460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/128966621635250460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/128966621635250460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-zoo-post.html' title='Another Zoo Post'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjpZWGhjZhI/AAAAAAAABMQ/CIMPrLizgz4/s72-c/IMG_0108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-7748013492077218410</id><published>2009-06-16T20:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:37:27.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom is the Mother of Invention!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjhGRSeb4rI/AAAAAAAABKo/CSUuIn6HlMw/s1600-h/IMG_2030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjhGRSeb4rI/AAAAAAAABKo/CSUuIn6HlMw/s400/IMG_2030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348101820333679282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my formal living room, without the furniture (that I sold at my garage sale 2 weekends ago!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjhGhP5d4GI/AAAAAAAABKw/alglLf0MY_Q/s1600-h/IMG_2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjhGhP5d4GI/AAAAAAAABKw/alglLf0MY_Q/s400/IMG_2028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348102094519656546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This would be the occupants of the tent that was constructed over the course of the day!  A little light reading before bed, then off to the Land of Knod - hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update 9:35PM - an hour &amp;amp; a half later, they are finally asleep.  Only had to threaten total destruction of the tent and sending them to their own beds one time to get silence - which is an improvement on our usual attempts at "sleep overs"  :)&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/13798866-7748013492077218410?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7748013492077218410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=7748013492077218410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/7748013492077218410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/7748013492077218410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredom-is-mother-of-invention.html' title='Boredom is the Mother of Invention!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjhGRSeb4rI/AAAAAAAABKo/CSUuIn6HlMw/s72-c/IMG_2030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4451648392531337692</id><published>2009-06-16T14:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:36:25.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a foundation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/Sjfzufp9YzI/AAAAAAAABKE/vi6ku8Rydb4/s1600-h/IMG_2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/Sjfzufp9YzI/AAAAAAAABKE/vi6ku8Rydb4/s400/IMG_2026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348011062622774066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/Sjfzk6mZ5gI/AAAAAAAABJ8/PpYdTP4FF-w/s1600-h/IMG_2023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/Sjfzk6mZ5gI/AAAAAAAABJ8/PpYdTP4FF-w/s400/IMG_2023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348010898056930818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the driveway/garage side...no driveway yet, but the lip is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfzdpQDyZI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ab4KVVK5wZg/s1600-h/IMG_2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfzdpQDyZI/AAAAAAAABJ0/ab4KVVK5wZg/s400/IMG_2024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348010773140720018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The front porch side entering into the front door; study to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfzWbGwdmI/AAAAAAAABJs/2Pmqhb2QGyM/s1600-h/IMG_2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfzWbGwdmI/AAAAAAAABJs/2Pmqhb2QGyM/s400/IMG_2027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348010649084524130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-4451648392531337692?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4451648392531337692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4451648392531337692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4451648392531337692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4451648392531337692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-have-foundation.html' title='We have a foundation!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/Sjfzufp9YzI/AAAAAAAABKE/vi6ku8Rydb4/s72-c/IMG_2026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4869731400589327989</id><published>2009-06-16T11:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:04:00.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving right along...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfP_RQgwlI/AAAAAAAABJM/43ITDfkWFqU/s1600-h/IMG_2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfP_RQgwlI/AAAAAAAABJM/43ITDfkWFqU/s400/IMG_2019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347971768397120082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These plans were just laying on the ground in front of the house, so I snapped a picture so that you all could see what the front of the house will look like.  Our home will be reversed with the garage on the left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfPC1e0gaI/AAAAAAAABI0/-H8xMN1mdXw/s1600-h/IMG_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfPC1e0gaI/AAAAAAAABI0/-H8xMN1mdXw/s400/IMG_2016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347970730148790690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfPPJlCcwI/AAAAAAAABI8/loebhwI8OAg/s1600-h/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfPPJlCcwI/AAAAAAAABI8/loebhwI8OAg/s400/IMG_2020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347970941702009602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfPX-tsz6I/AAAAAAAABJE/rEmE8VNNULw/s1600-h/IMG_2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfPX-tsz6I/AAAAAAAABJE/rEmE8VNNULw/s400/IMG_2021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347971093404372898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfPC1e0gaI/AAAAAAAABI0/-H8xMN1mdXw/s1600-h/IMG_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfPC1e0gaI/AAAAAAAABI0/-H8xMN1mdXw/s400/IMG_2016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347970730148790690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were taken on Sunday afternoon.  They poured the foundation this morning, so I'm heading out there shortly to snap a few more pictures!!&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/13798866-4869731400589327989?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4869731400589327989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4869731400589327989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4869731400589327989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4869731400589327989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving-right-along.html' title='Moving right along...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SjfP_RQgwlI/AAAAAAAABJM/43ITDfkWFqU/s72-c/IMG_2019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-7960141978090468191</id><published>2009-06-06T20:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:56:35.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No words are necessary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SisdU8BkuxI/AAAAAAAABH8/bnyDsZRXv7A/s1600-h/IMG_2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SisdU8BkuxI/AAAAAAAABH8/bnyDsZRXv7A/s400/IMG_2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344397628352543506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SisdjZaY-RI/AAAAAAAABIE/WCsHVt4FRqs/s1600-h/IMG_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SisdjZaY-RI/AAAAAAAABIE/WCsHVt4FRqs/s400/IMG_2008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344397876759427346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SiseM3Rf3sI/AAAAAAAABIU/9uVHrYTMz7E/s1600-h/IMG_2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SiseM3Rf3sI/AAAAAAAABIU/9uVHrYTMz7E/s400/IMG_2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344398589149830850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; is still in God's hands...and Father, we trust you to work everything out to our benefit, according to your promises to us!!!&lt;br /&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/13798866-7960141978090468191?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7960141978090468191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=7960141978090468191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/7960141978090468191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/7960141978090468191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-pictures.html' title='First Pictures'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SisdU8BkuxI/AAAAAAAABH8/bnyDsZRXv7A/s72-c/IMG_2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-6220810128230263329</id><published>2009-06-06T09:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:13:53.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever feel like people just don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.snotr.com/embed/2630" width="400" height="330" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-6220810128230263329?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6220810128230263329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=6220810128230263329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6220810128230263329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6220810128230263329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/ever-feel-like-people-just-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4838297922542655341</id><published>2009-06-05T21:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:56:23.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The House</title><content type='html'>Found out a few hours ago that construction (on &lt;a href="http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-beginnings.html"&gt;the new house&lt;/a&gt;) has started...ahead of schedule!  Pictures are coming since we'll be going out to see the progress tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stinking excited!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-4838297922542655341?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4838297922542655341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4838297922542655341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4838297922542655341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4838297922542655341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/house.html' title='The House'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-6201063551650533891</id><published>2009-05-19T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:29:36.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>So, on Sunday, we opted to skip church in favor of a last-minute family trip to the zoo.  We have a membership so we figure we need to make the most of it.  And, since the sky outside was gloomy, I was hopeful that maybe it would be less-crowded than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each kiddo has their favorite animal to see, and on this particular day, Ian was very adamant about seeing the lions &amp;amp; tigers (and bears, oh my!).  So after spending about an hour in the children's zoo, we decided to grant his wish.  Let me interject here that Alex &amp;amp; Morgann &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; weren't interested in going to see the "cats", but like I said before, we try to allow each kiddo the opportunity to dictate where we will visit next.  So anyway, back to my story...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt;, when we go see the lions (or really any of the cats or bears), they are laying around, not doing anything due to the heat, but we were hopeful that maybe the cool day would lure them into a playful mood and maybe, just maybe, they would be on their feet.  Unfortunately for us, they were in their usual spots - laying in the shade not paying any attention to the throngs of zoo-goers that were staring at them, waiting for something to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male lion made the first move.  Yawning &amp;amp; stretching he casually glanced in the direction of the female holding court right next to him.  She just looked at him, then turned her back - still laying down, but doing what we women tend to do when "not in the mood" - she was ignoring him in hopes he would go away.  But, he didn't!  He decided to...um...well...assume a position that I wasn't even slightly prepared for...with 6 little eyeballs watching, mouths wide open.  I stood there a minute, wondering what he might be doing, but then quickly realized that this was a biology lesson I was not ready to give yet!  (yeah, I'm fast like that folks!!!)  It took me a second, but with a quick glace in Michael's direction, horror all over my face, I quickly snapped into "protection" mode and whipped Alex around, pushing him toward the exit ramp.  I then scooped up Ian (who wasn't ready to leave the lion's den just yet) while Michael grabbed Morgann and we marched (or maybe trotted) toward the exit, Michael &amp;amp; I alternately laughing hysterically and freaking out, just a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're grown-ups and had to keep some form of decorum, so I quickly announced that we should go see what the grizzlies were up to.  And yes, in hopes of avoiding a discussion of what had just transpired, and being of the mind-set that if you ignore it, maybe it will go away, I marched the troops toward the bear display around the corner.  Oh to have been so lucky...  About 2 minutes later, Alex sidled up next to me and asked, "why did the boy lion do that to the girl lion, mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response was direct and to the point, "Go ask your daddy, sweetie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His rebutle?  "I already did and he said he didn't know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-6201063551650533891?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6201063551650533891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=6201063551650533891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6201063551650533891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6201063551650533891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-another-day-at-zoo.html' title='Just Another Day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4194163048816713026</id><published>2009-05-16T10:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:46:22.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball &amp; God</title><content type='html'>I find it very interesting that when we are completely open to just about any option, and are asking God to guide our every step and decision, He sometimes throws us a curve ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I knew what my plans would be for the next school year, God threw me a curve ball yesterday, and now has me wondering if maybe I was too hasty in my planning process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm......  More on that when I figure out what it is that He wants from me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-4194163048816713026?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4194163048816713026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4194163048816713026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4194163048816713026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4194163048816713026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/baseball-god.html' title='Baseball &amp; God'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-3373149572159959973</id><published>2009-05-13T17:24:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:12:35.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Well, for anyone that reads my blog and isn't on Facebook - what's wrong with you?!?   Everyone of my friend on FB is probably sick of hearing about my latest "news", but I am sorry, my life is focused on this one thing, so that's about all I can talk about lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you that aren't in-the-know, I should say that the latest news coming from our house is that we are building a new one.  Or actually, we have a contract in place to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begin&lt;/span&gt; building one very soon!  We are so very excited and have seen God's hand move on our behalf already.  But its still very far off and there are still allot of things that God will have to orchestrate to make it all come together.  But, that's what faith is all about, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I don't have any pictures to take since they haven't even marked the boundaries of our property, much less broken ground, but I figured I would take the small baby-step of posting a floor plan of our future home.  We all feel so very blessed and are trusting this whole situation to God.  He has a plan for us...and we think this is it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SgtVxVKVlaI/AAAAAAAABHc/Iaf-zmN_O9M/s1600-h/The+Needham+floorplan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SgtVxVKVlaI/AAAAAAAABHc/Iaf-zmN_O9M/s400/The+Needham+floorplan.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335452489532937634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think that if you click on the floor plan, it will open a different window and be easier to see - unless you use your super-bionic-mommy vision!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/13798866-3373149572159959973?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3373149572159959973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=3373149572159959973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3373149572159959973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3373149572159959973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SgtVxVKVlaI/AAAAAAAABHc/Iaf-zmN_O9M/s72-c/The+Needham+floorplan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-3858026499114179251</id><published>2009-05-09T23:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:43:45.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have nothing funny to post, nothing to ask for prayer &amp;amp; advice for, and nothing inspiring to say tonight.  I just wanted to take a second to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mother's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all :)&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/13798866-3858026499114179251?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3858026499114179251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=3858026499114179251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3858026499114179251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3858026499114179251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-nothing-funny-to-post-nothing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-1905772215475816986</id><published>2009-05-08T14:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:08:18.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I'm listening...really I am!</title><content type='html'>I think that God is trying to tell me something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-family:'Trebuchet MS',Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#003366;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-family:Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;SMALL STRAWS IN A  SOFT WIND by Marsha Burns -- May 7, 2009:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-family:'Trebuchet MS',Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#003366;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-family:Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"   &gt;Many of you are just  trying to get through this time of transition as quickly as you can. You are  like a race horse out of the gate and down the track as fast as you can go.  Then, when something comes to impede your progress, you think it is a work of  the enemy to hinder you. But, the things that you are encountering that slow you  down are not necessarily the work of the enemy, but the work of My Spirit to  keep you in the flow of My purposes and timing. Now is the time to rein in your  flesh and let me direct your every step, says the Lord. Trust Me to get you  through this time of change with a sense of dignity and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-family:Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1  To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under  heaven.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-1905772215475816986?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1905772215475816986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=1905772215475816986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1905772215475816986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1905772215475816986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-im-listeningreally-i-am.html' title='Ok, I&apos;m listening...really I am!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-6884261079672633798</id><published>2009-05-07T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:09:00.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously????</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm a planner...well, maybe that isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; true.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most&lt;/span&gt; of the time, we fly by the seat of our pants in this house.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; is done at the last minute, very rarely scheduled, and when it is scheduled, is very rarely done on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that that is off my chest....I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; a planner!  When something carries great importance or value to me or my family, it is planned.  I am the one that plans the holiday get-togethers, 3 months before (Thanksgiving is planned and settled in September, at the latest!), I get the family together for special events that I know are coming down the road, I plan the parties and organize them, and I am the one that picks up the slack when someone close to me needs help and has way too much to handle and is out of their element.  I AM A PLANNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this faith thing is really getting to me.  I feel like Peter, out in the middle of the water, yelling for Jesus to save me.  Seriously.  That is me, right now!  Nothing is coming together and deadlines are approaching.  Everything that I keep setting my mind &amp;amp; heart on are colapsing right in front of my eyes.  I am literally sick right now because my nerves cannot take anymore - literally sick people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I can do nothing else but trust all of my plans to the Lord.  He says to be anxious about nothing (easier said than done God!!!) and I know He is talking to me.  He is sitting back on his thrown, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded, and shaking his head...I know He is!  He is wondering when I will let go.  But I can't - its not that easy!  I need to know that its all going to work out, that we haven't made a horrid mistake, that everything is going to work out at the right time, and that I am not a complete idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will try, yet again, to trust Him.  But seriously, a little bit of good news would be nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-6884261079672633798?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6884261079672633798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=6884261079672633798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6884261079672633798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6884261079672633798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/seriously.html' title='Seriously????'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4604319785032011036</id><published>2009-05-05T23:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:10:38.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been waaaaaaay too long...</title><content type='html'>...since I have posted anything to my blog!  I am so sorry that I have been MIA, but life has been handing me one ball after another for a very long time.  I currently have so many balls in the air, I am just waiting to see which one I will drop first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that Michael &amp;amp; I have been praying (for a while) about buying a house, and finally found THE ONE!  I don't want to go into too many details right now, since things are still very sketchy and uncertain, but we feel like God is telling us to walk forward, trusting Him each step of the way, so we are doing just that.  We are in total "faith" mode right now.  Its been very stressful, and will probably continue to be for quite a while, since we are actually building.  BUT, if God lays things out and gives this to us, we are going to be very happy indeed!  A special friend told me the other day, "the joy is in the journey."  I am truly believing that even with the stress, we will find joy following our gut instincts and trusting the Lord to lead us through this process.  It doesn't make a whole lot of sense when you look at the facts &amp;amp; figures, but with God, ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts desire is to finally have a "home" to live in, permanently.  We want our kiddos to be settled, to grow up in the same house, move away, then have a home to come back to whenever they want.  We want them to have stability.  We want to own our home, to do whatever we want to do in our home, without worrying about deposits and landlords.  We want to get to know our neighbors, to put down deep roots in our subdivision, and to be established and settled.  Not to mention...WE ARE  SO TIRED OF MOVING!!!!!  So, we have taken the first step and signed a preliminary contract to begin construction in early June.  September/October will be here before we know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has to move BIG on our behalf - and I know He will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-4604319785032011036?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4604319785032011036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4604319785032011036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4604319785032011036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4604319785032011036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-waaaaaaay-too-long.html' title='Its been waaaaaaay too long...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-881397701425677275</id><published>2009-04-17T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:53:04.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Loves Us!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoC1ec-lYps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoC1ec-lYps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-881397701425677275?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/881397701425677275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=881397701425677275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/881397701425677275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/881397701425677275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-love-us.html' title='He Loves Us!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-6308673217378578448</id><published>2009-04-01T22:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:03:39.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Grown Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SdQ5DGuxoxI/AAAAAAAABGE/lpPg0y-ap2o/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SdQ5DGuxoxI/AAAAAAAABGE/lpPg0y-ap2o/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319939785340592914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*sniff*&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/13798866-6308673217378578448?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6308673217378578448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=6308673217378578448&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6308673217378578448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6308673217378578448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-grown-up.html' title='So Grown Up!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SdQ5DGuxoxI/AAAAAAAABGE/lpPg0y-ap2o/s72-c/IMG_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-7249633368372463956</id><published>2009-03-24T12:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:08:16.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there weren't 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, another one bites the dust in Morgann's mouth...this one came out at the hand of a dental hygienist this morning  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SckuoXeJWUI/AAAAAAAABFk/N0OXkqKaskc/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SckuoXeJWUI/AAAAAAAABFk/N0OXkqKaskc/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316832106117683522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was actually a little upset at her because the dentist and the other hygienist promised Morgann that they wouldn't pull it out, then this other lady decides it needs to come out and does it while she screams and yells for me!  Nice, huh?  It didn't hurt, she's just a major drama queen, but I'm wondering what this will do to her psyche the next time we have a dental appointment and she has a loose tooth!  But, notice the purple tiara and treasure box...these were given to her after the mean lady left and the other nurses were feeling very bad for my little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, can you believe her last remaining front tooth on the top is loose now?!?&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/13798866-7249633368372463956?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7249633368372463956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=7249633368372463956&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/7249633368372463956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/7249633368372463956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-then-there-werent-3.html' title='And then there weren&apos;t 3!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SckuoXeJWUI/AAAAAAAABFk/N0OXkqKaskc/s72-c/IMG_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-3185586842148273931</id><published>2009-03-20T10:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:55:38.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Them All!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morgann lost her very first tooth last week, while sick with a weird virus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/ScPunTRVu3I/AAAAAAAABEE/u6-zWpQxwzg/s1600-h/IMG_1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/ScPunTRVu3I/AAAAAAAABEE/u6-zWpQxwzg/s320/IMG_1824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315354344182627186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now you see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/ScPu5GiUKXI/AAAAAAAABEM/rXampkNaRHk/s1600-h/IMG_1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/ScPu5GiUKXI/AAAAAAAABEM/rXampkNaRHk/s320/IMG_1825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315354650001811826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now you don't!&lt;br /&gt;(and I promise it's just a bad picture; I didn't drug her before pulling it out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/ScPvLM-WYzI/AAAAAAAABEU/03OF6n6jyMM/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/ScPvLM-WYzI/AAAAAAAABEU/03OF6n6jyMM/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315354960967656242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She lost another one last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, there is more to come...she has a 3rd tooth getting ready to fall out at any moment!!  Poor kid isn't going to be able to bite into an apple for months!!!&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/13798866-3185586842148273931?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3185586842148273931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=3185586842148273931&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3185586842148273931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3185586842148273931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/losing-them-all.html' title='Losing Them All!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/ScPunTRVu3I/AAAAAAAABEE/u6-zWpQxwzg/s72-c/IMG_1824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-1484776672850318838</id><published>2009-03-05T23:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:44:26.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Even though...</title><content type='html'>...I haven't posted on my blog in quite a while, I am still reading yours!  Maybe this coming weekend away with the hubby, without the kids, will give me some new insight, and I will return with a funny tale or interesting tidbit to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Don't forget to spring forward on Saturday night/Sunday morning!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-1484776672850318838?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1484776672850318838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=1484776672850318838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1484776672850318838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1484776672850318838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/even-though.html' title='Even though...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-8389464686753746570</id><published>2009-02-11T19:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:21:32.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SZN40y_cbhI/AAAAAAAABA4/dcV2wgMyQjY/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SZN40y_cbhI/AAAAAAAABA4/dcV2wgMyQjY/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301714034781613586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is to simply say how thankful I am for guardian angels that watch over my family, even when we don't ask for it; for the blessings of tax refunds that help to cover deductibles; for insurance companies that are quick to respond when we are panicked and lost; for friends at collisions shops that can baby-step us through stressful situations, offering advice and much-needed assistance; for the blessing of family &amp;amp; friends that will step-in to take children when mommy falls apart after getting off the phone with their daddy who calls to say "I was just in a car accident, a bad car accident, and I think the car may be totaled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of these things, and for the things that don't come to my exhausted mind right now, I am so very thankful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-8389464686753746570?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8389464686753746570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=8389464686753746570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8389464686753746570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8389464686753746570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-thankful.html' title='Being Thankful'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SZN40y_cbhI/AAAAAAAABA4/dcV2wgMyQjY/s72-c/IMG_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-9028892688643169944</id><published>2009-02-05T18:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:04:39.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four New Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SYuL9XcbsOI/AAAAAAAAA_4/lloToguNqEo/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SYuL9XcbsOI/AAAAAAAAA_4/lloToguNqEo/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299483272913072354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SYuMJOTW0tI/AAAAAAAABAA/9KlqDqaC49c/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SYuMJOTW0tI/AAAAAAAABAA/9KlqDqaC49c/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299483476617515730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'nuff said!&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/13798866-9028892688643169944?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9028892688643169944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=9028892688643169944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/9028892688643169944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/9028892688643169944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-babies.html' title='Four New Babies'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SYuL9XcbsOI/AAAAAAAAA_4/lloToguNqEo/s72-c/IMG_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-8032846131453057147</id><published>2009-01-29T13:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:53:39.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what happens when a 4 year old is left to his own devices while I am upstairs homeshooling his older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SYIJB2Jab1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/U6ZkIFud8Sg/s1600-h/IMG_1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SYIJB2Jab1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/U6ZkIFud8Sg/s320/IMG_1804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296806039060639570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His creative little mind could definitely have done worse!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-8032846131453057147?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8032846131453057147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=8032846131453057147&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8032846131453057147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8032846131453057147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/creativity.html' title='Creativity'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SYIJB2Jab1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/U6ZkIFud8Sg/s72-c/IMG_1804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-9042228901329260835</id><published>2009-01-21T08:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:01:11.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Decision</title><content type='html'>Meant to post yesterday, but the day got away from me, so you're getting 2 posts today!!!  Aren't you excited?!?!  Actually, its a follow-up post to my home school dilemma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of praying and thinking and talking, Michael &amp;amp; I have decided to allow Morgann to finish out the year in her current Kindergarten class.  I think we will probably begin home schooling her next Fall.  She isn't happy with our decision, but is content knowing that she will be home next year with Alex &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took some time, but I finally came to the conclusion that I have way too much on my plate right now, and with the &lt;a href="http://www.asurrodiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;impending changes&lt;/a&gt; that will be taking place in our household very soon, I need to spend more time preparing to have all 3 kids at home for most of the week...beginning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; year! Granted, Ian will more than likely be enrolled for at least 3 days a week for PreK, but having Morgann at home will be a big adjustment for Alex and I both.  Its not something that I can jump into lightly, as I would probably fall flat on my face.  And, the last thing I think I need is more pressure...my life is a little too hectic already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, things are going to remain as they are, and I am very happy with my decision.  Thank you all for your prayers and advice...sometimes my emotions get the best of me and I need some outside influence from friends/family.  Although now I need to start studying up on my phonics.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-9042228901329260835?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9042228901329260835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=9042228901329260835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/9042228901329260835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/9042228901329260835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/decision.html' title='A Decision'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-6394792238122583719</id><published>2009-01-21T08:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:47:53.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Betty Crocker &amp; Martha Stewart I am not.  But, apparently I can make a mean waffle!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago, while rummaging around the kitchen trying to figure out dinner, I found an un-opened box of Bisquick.  So, I decided on waffles.  And, as a bonus, I let the kids help mix the batter and make their own waffle (by pouring the batter onto the waffle maker).  They had a blast and it made dinner very fun for everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I was bombarded with requests for more waffles.  Although I had the excess batter wrapped up in the fridge, we didn't have the time to pull out the waffle iron.  But I made a special point of allowing a few extra minutes yesterday to fulfill their request, and earned scores of brownie points in the process.  And, I discovered that it doesn't take any more time to make a waffle with pre-made batter, than it does to pop a toaster waffle into the toaster.  So, guess what my kids are asking for each morning now....and honestly, I'm having fun with it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-6394792238122583719?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6394792238122583719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=6394792238122583719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6394792238122583719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6394792238122583719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/betty-crocker-martha-stewart-i-am-not.html' title='Breakfast Anyone?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-2098359063605097136</id><published>2009-01-17T00:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:12:30.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, I think it is safe to say that I am officially off my rocker!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  Brace yourselves ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen (if there are any out there reading my blog!).  &lt;/span&gt;Michael &amp;amp; I are talking about withdrawing Morgann, before the end of the school year, and beginning to home school her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot, for the life of me, figure out why we are suddenly discussing this new path, but its on my heart and I cannot shake the feeling that some of the problems we are starting to have with her are somehow related to needing more time with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although, more time with me means…more time with me….and I don’t know if I can handle that yet!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right now, having the 2 boys home all day, every day, is really tough on my nerves – especially since starting these &lt;a href="http://asurrodiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-day.html"&gt;hormone injections&lt;/a&gt;! – so adding my whiney daughter to the mix is down-right scary!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What am I thinking????&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I keep hoping that maybe I am being overly-hormonal and that Michael will talk some sense into me, and put his foot down by insisting that she finish out these last 4 months with her Kindergarten class &amp;amp; teacher (whom we absolutely love, by the way!), but he’s not helping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s actually considering it!  And we're discussing taking the next step ~ why????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And so, here we sit, wondering what is the matter with us, then pondering the “how’s” and “when’s” of this new journey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Someone grab the Tylenol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/13798866-2098359063605097136?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2098359063605097136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=2098359063605097136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2098359063605097136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2098359063605097136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-direction.html' title='A New Direction'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-9149006109219414283</id><published>2009-01-13T22:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:53:39.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Creative Title Here!</title><content type='html'>So yes, I've been neglecting my blog.  My life is full of allot right now and I just haven't had the where-with-all to compose much as of late.  Not because we've suddenly become boring and less chaotic, but simply because the happenings either aren't blog-worthy, or aren't memorable enough to stick with me to the end of the night when I would have the time to mention them.  So, I'm hoping that Murphy will be on my side and that I will have something to share very soon.  Until then, you can read about my "other life" and recent developments &lt;a href="http://www.asurrodiary.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-9149006109219414283?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9149006109219414283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=9149006109219414283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/9149006109219414283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/9149006109219414283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-creative-title-here.html' title='No Creative Title Here!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4070525801423277869</id><published>2008-12-10T21:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:44:13.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston...we have snow!!!!!</title><content type='html'>At 9PM tonight, while watching The Santa Clause 3, we took a break to play in the snow!  We had about 3 inches on the trampoline (before it all was scraped off for snowballs), and managed to build a miniature snow man :)  Talk about a wonderful treat for the kiddos...  Its gonna be a great Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SUCKrw9h76I/AAAAAAAAA8A/fsqUARv3WPU/s1600-h/DSCF0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SUCKrw9h76I/AAAAAAAAA8A/fsqUARv3WPU/s320/DSCF0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371247760207778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SUCLGavWyTI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/l-5aWkSXamQ/s1600-h/DSCF0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SUCLGavWyTI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/l-5aWkSXamQ/s320/DSCF0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371705651644722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SUCK-vql1BI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/9E8p7uBKAWs/s1600-h/DSCF0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SUCK-vql1BI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/9E8p7uBKAWs/s320/DSCF0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371573829850130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SUCK3DT6FoI/AAAAAAAAA8I/snMs0QovGCU/s1600-h/DSCF0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SUCK3DT6FoI/AAAAAAAAA8I/snMs0QovGCU/s320/DSCF0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371441664464514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SUCLWlByClI/AAAAAAAAA8o/1rjztdIHu_c/s1600-h/DSCF0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SUCLWlByClI/AAAAAAAAA8o/1rjztdIHu_c/s320/DSCF0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278371983291189842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-4070525801423277869?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4070525801423277869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4070525801423277869&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4070525801423277869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4070525801423277869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/houstonwe-have-snow.html' title='Houston...we have snow!!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SUCKrw9h76I/AAAAAAAAA8A/fsqUARv3WPU/s72-c/DSCF0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-916367960323259092</id><published>2008-12-08T22:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:10:32.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelling the Holly</title><content type='html'>Ok, I absolutely love this time of year!  It's finally not hot (even though I think it hit 70 today - not HOT!), we get to decorate our homes, the kids get giddy with excitement, we can dangle "Santa won't bring you a present if you tell your mommy no!" in front of our kids, we have to get creative with gift giving when the checking account runs low, and...we get to remember...and yes, be thankful for those we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my dad, who loves unconditionally, supports unequivocally, reminds me gently, and remembers my birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my sister - the middle one - who gives of herself to just about everyone (almost to a fault), is faithful in everything she endeavors to do, who is a trusted friend and support to me, and also remembered my birthday (this year!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my other sister - the baby - who makes me laugh (not always at you!), works hard to keep up with her frenetic schedule, who has gone through so much and yet blossomed into a beautiful woman in spite of everything...and who remembered my birthday too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Betty, who cares for my dad and takes great care of him, who treats us with the utmost respect, but still like one of her own, who is quick to listen and offer advice when asked, and who helps my dad to remember my birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my mother-in-law, who is always there when I get stuck and need help, who prays for my family unceasingly, who loves me as a mother loves her own daughter, and who understands (like no other) the man I live with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my father-in-law, who is a Godly man and advisor, watching over his family with the sincere love of a father &amp;amp; grandfather, praying for his family and offering support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my sister-in-law, who is busily planning her wedding, but still taking the time to call her nephew to wish him a happy birthday (from afar) - and yes, me too!!! - who is great friend and confidant, and makes me giggle with her goofy stories :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my children, whose "I Love You's" and giant, squeezy hugs abound, even when I'm not the mommy I should be, who keep me on my toes with the daily inquisitive questions that flow from their little minds, who remind me that I am not just here for them, but that they are here for me too - to remind me what the word "unconditional" truly means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my husband, whose steadfast support, love &amp;amp; encouragement, gets me through the toughest of times, whose quick wit reminds me that I am not the "end-all" when it comes to being "Wife of the Year", and who occasionally gives in and takes us out to eat so that I don't have to cook dinner (which I hate to do, by the way).  And oh yes, who is the man of my dreams, even when he forgets things :)  I couldn't do any of this without you, honey!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, for my mother, the woman who taught me how to perservere in the face of adversity, to hold on tightly to our Heavenly Father's hand when things get really tough, and to ultimately trust in the One who loves us more that we could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my family, I am truly grateful and appreciative.  I love each you dearly and uniquely.  You each have a special place in my heart, and even when I don't verbally say it, I love you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my friends, you are my support system, the ones I call on when I am in need of prayer, the women (and men) that I confide in when I need advice, and my strength when the weight of being mommy, wife, sister, daughter, and friend gets to be a heavy burden.  I thank God for each of you - those that I know personally, and those that I know only through our blogs!  I truly believe that God has placed each of you in my path, and I count myself as truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that at this time of year, you find the time to focus on what is most important in your life.  Whether you have already finished your Christmas shopping, have just started, or are waiting on payday, take the time to stop and smell the holly.  It only comes around once a year, and the time seems to slip by more quickly each year!  Hold on to your memories, enjoy making new memories, and, by golly, tell those around you that you love them and appreciate them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas blessings to each of you, and may you have a wonderfully, blessed New Year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-916367960323259092?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/916367960323259092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=916367960323259092&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/916367960323259092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/916367960323259092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/smelling-holly.html' title='Smelling the Holly'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-692091405139367250</id><published>2008-12-07T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:41:20.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Rules</title><content type='html'>That's what we've been doing lately.  And tonight, we broke TWO rules:  ice cream for dinner (and, OK apple slices too), and a 9PM bedtime :)  Life doesn't get much better when you have a super-tired mommy with a sugar craving, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-692091405139367250?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/692091405139367250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=692091405139367250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/692091405139367250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/692091405139367250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/breaking-rules.html' title='Breaking the Rules'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-2665430963212579851</id><published>2008-11-18T22:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:33:03.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6ylxWcwkUM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6ylxWcwkUM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-2665430963212579851?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2665430963212579851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=2665430963212579851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2665430963212579851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2665430963212579851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-7560582193462338631</id><published>2008-10-26T21:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:51:43.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA since IKE</title><content type='html'>Since the visit from Ike a few weeks ago, I have been out of whack.  My schedule was thrown off, and pretty much tossed out the window, and I have frantically been trying to keep my house of cards from crumbling all around me.  So, I've taken some time off from my blog.  Ok, a long time, but I will eventually return to report anything worth reporting.  I am not gone, just taking some time off.  I will continue to read and comment when I can, but even that is at least a week behind (sorry Judy!).  So, when I can, I will comment; when I have something to say, I will.  But until then, just check in periodically and know that I am still here - just a little busier than I would like to be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day...and gosh, darn it, I will get back on schedule!!!  Hey dad, this too shall pass, right?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-7560582193462338631?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7560582193462338631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=7560582193462338631&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/7560582193462338631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/7560582193462338631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/mia-since-ike.html' title='MIA since IKE'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-9089668939604471264</id><published>2008-09-22T21:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:01:14.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's Birthday Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhb1CHHV-I/AAAAAAAAAro/eGvW-r0xse0/s1600-h/IMG_1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhb1CHHV-I/AAAAAAAAAro/eGvW-r0xse0/s320/IMG_1691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249046332358219746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbwBq1wUI/AAAAAAAAArg/CyVtu3Y38Hw/s1600-h/IMG_1692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbwBq1wUI/AAAAAAAAArg/CyVtu3Y38Hw/s320/IMG_1692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249046246340280642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbogTq48I/AAAAAAAAArY/k72QJ5YhhRU/s1600-h/IMG_1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbogTq48I/AAAAAAAAArY/k72QJ5YhhRU/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249046117125645250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbgya5eiI/AAAAAAAAArQ/bsHLeKgkeLU/s1600-h/IMG_1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbgya5eiI/AAAAAAAAArQ/bsHLeKgkeLU/s320/IMG_1699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249045984548846114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbYHIZF2I/AAAAAAAAArI/Iu2YO5aFyKA/s1600-h/IMG_1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbYHIZF2I/AAAAAAAAArI/Iu2YO5aFyKA/s320/IMG_1702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249045835489548130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbRelmJqI/AAAAAAAAArA/w1e__8o-fQ4/s1600-h/IMG_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbRelmJqI/AAAAAAAAArA/w1e__8o-fQ4/s320/IMG_1704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249045721526970018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbI-wOBQI/AAAAAAAAAq4/2QchhPPWBUk/s1600-h/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbI-wOBQI/AAAAAAAAAq4/2QchhPPWBUk/s320/IMG_1710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249045575542637826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbBP_VaUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/B95H4zNQbyY/s1600-h/IMG_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhbBP_VaUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/B95H4zNQbyY/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249045442730486082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNha4Ry-9uI/AAAAAAAAAqo/vOmBmlo_Qfw/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNha4Ry-9uI/AAAAAAAAAqo/vOmBmlo_Qfw/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249045288596731618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just too cute not to share :)&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/13798866-9089668939604471264?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9089668939604471264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=9089668939604471264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/9089668939604471264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/9089668939604471264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/ians-birthday-pictures.html' title='Ian&apos;s Birthday Pictures'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNhb1CHHV-I/AAAAAAAAAro/eGvW-r0xse0/s72-c/IMG_1691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-3790705461182500563</id><published>2008-09-22T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:58:45.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Ruin a Small Sauce Pan</title><content type='html'>1)  Place 4 eggs into the pan and cover with water.&lt;br /&gt;2)  Place onto stove, turn to high and set timer for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;3)  Walk away, head upstairs to your computer and take a business call.&lt;br /&gt;4)  Complete call, hang up, surf the web, check email, and visit with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;5)  Notice a funny smell, but don't think much else about it.&lt;br /&gt;6)  Wait for another 20 minutes before finally going to investigate aforementioned smell.&lt;br /&gt;7)  Head downstairs and hear the faint beeping of the timer you set 45 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;8)  Run like the wind to the kitchen and find small sauce pan completely dry with 3 burning eggs inside.  The 4th couldn't take the heat and exploded all over the kitchen counter &amp;amp; floor.&lt;br /&gt;9)  Throw burning sauce pan into the sink and fill with cold water.&lt;br /&gt;10)  Finish coughing fit, turn on fans, open windows and throw away burned eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour later:  cough a little more since the smell of burned sauce pan still permeates every inch of your house - even with the windows opened!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3 hours later:  the house still wreaks of stink!  I've lit candles and opened windows, but letting the A/C out and the hot air in isn't working very well, so had to close them again.  But still, can't figure out how to get rid of the smell!!!  Blech....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Friday yet???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-3790705461182500563?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3790705461182500563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=3790705461182500563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3790705461182500563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3790705461182500563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-ruin-small-sauce-pan.html' title='How to Ruin a Small Sauce Pan'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-5871779820551870403</id><published>2008-09-21T19:33:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:16:35.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNb0gOnbJTI/AAAAAAAAAqI/514es8wXQhA/s1600-h/100_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNb0gOnbJTI/AAAAAAAAAqI/514es8wXQhA/s200/100_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248651250263336242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I think back to 4 years ago, I remember laying in a hospital bed, holding you in my arms.  You were my sweet little boy, brought into the world with love (and pitocin and an epidural)...and my last!  As you slept that first night, I couldn't help but cry, just a little, thinking about how special you were.  You were a surprise, to say the least, but no-less loved or wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your will is strong, and while I grapple with ways to make you obey, I also wrestle with teaching you what obedience truly is, while doing my best to not break your spirit.  For it is this sweet spirit and strong will that will make you into the man that God wants you to be.  It is my job to mold and shape these character traits, to train you to use your will for Godly reasons, not selfish.  And while I am not always the best example for you to follow, I pray every night that you only see the good, and not the flaws that I so often show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNb_6uyglfI/AAAAAAAAAqg/X-8F1VFCqe4/s1600-h/DSCF0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNb_6uyglfI/AAAAAAAAAqg/X-8F1VFCqe4/s200/DSCF0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248663800204269042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are amazingly creative!  You can play for hours with a stick or a single car, making up games that involve your ever-faithful dinosaur growl and 4-legged run from room to room.  Whether alone or with your brother &amp;amp; sister, you play like there is no tomorrow; you hang in with the big boys when they get rough, and sometimes take them down.  Other times you aren't so lucky, but you are quick to shake off the misplaced punch and to jump back in with both feet.  You like to win and are relentless when it comes to never giving up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNb-Vsgz_xI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wPdsf8Oy32k/s1600-h/DSCF0002_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNb-Vsgz_xI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wPdsf8Oy32k/s200/DSCF0002_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248662064426385170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your eyes always express your joy, sorrow, and yes, even your mischievous streak.  Regardless of my question and the subsequent answer, I can always tell whether your are being playfully vague or honestly bad.  When you are angry or upset, it is your eyes that give me a glimpse into your soul, showing me what I need to know about what has caused your sudden change of attitude.  It is those eyes that watch me so intently when I have a bad day; it is those same eyes that I hope also see me repent.  Your eyes are ever watchful of those around you, deciding when you will befriend someone new, or to hide your face from a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNb8dbXaDRI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qu85KnZV7E0/s1600-h/IMG_1694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNb8dbXaDRI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qu85KnZV7E0/s200/IMG_1694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248659998239231250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, my little man, it is with both a happy and sad heart that I tell you Happy 4th Birthday!  For you are finally 4 years old and leaving your baby-hood behind, but it also means that you are growing up and will no longer be my baby!  My prayer for you this year is this:  As you grow and learn more about the world around you, as you investigate and watch and observe those you come into contact with, may God protect your little eyes from seeing what you should not see, and may He show you His love through your family &amp;amp; friends.  May your will be molded by His hands, and may your spirit be taught by His spirit.  May you grow to know that you are loved and treasured!  You are a precious gem, and we love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-5871779820551870403?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5871779820551870403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=5871779820551870403&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5871779820551870403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5871779820551870403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/prayers-for-you.html' title='Prayers for You!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNb0gOnbJTI/AAAAAAAAAqI/514es8wXQhA/s72-c/100_0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4275096315908216436</id><published>2008-09-18T17:03:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:47:35.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Before &amp; After-Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really, I don't think words will be necessary, but I wanted to let you all know that we are fine!  Its been a rough ride, but I cannot complain.  Our house came out unscathed by Ike - a sheer miracle considering the large tree in our backyard has been up-rooted and is leaning!!!  I live in an older subdivision with huge, old trees, so many people did not come out of this as well as we did.  Estimates have Ike's winds blowing at a steady 90-95 mph, with gusts well over 100 mph for hours &amp;amp; hours.  We didn't lose power until 3:40AM on Saturday, during the storm, and didn't get our power back until Tuesday evening sometime.  I know the exact time the power went out because there were 2 huge explosions that woke Michael &amp;amp; I (and Alex) up.  We later found out those were the 2 transformers behind our house!  Anyway, we left on Saturday evening (after the storm had come &amp;amp; gone) to stay with our friends in College Station for a few nights, then came back home on Monday afternoon, only to leave and stay with a local family who had power (and hot showers!!!) for another night.  We made a stop in College Station for gas &amp;amp; groceries, since both of those items are almost non-existent in the area.  Thousands &amp;amp; thousands of homes IN OUR AREA  (and 1/2 of our subdivision) are still without power, so please keep these families in your prayers!  Its been a very long week, and looks to be even tougher as estimates have power restoration for this part of Houston at Tuesday of NEXT WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Glory goes to God for sending His angels and provision for my family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLSH-WVmtI/AAAAAAAAAow/joDleum93q4/s1600-h/IMG_1674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLSH-WVmtI/AAAAAAAAAow/joDleum93q4/s400/IMG_1674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247487550277655250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kiddos went "camping" in our formal living room.&lt;br /&gt;Having them downstairs was important to them (and to me!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLSye2iwWI/AAAAAAAAApA/KMUjhU9DMSo/s1600-h/IMG_1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLSye2iwWI/AAAAAAAAApA/KMUjhU9DMSo/s400/IMG_1676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247488280557175138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLSbrDenvI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yAgzzCIu-LQ/s1600-h/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLSbrDenvI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yAgzzCIu-LQ/s400/IMG_1679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247487888695664370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLTKFIak_I/AAAAAAAAApI/ZHWLzCgJ6qc/s1600-h/IMG_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLTKFIak_I/AAAAAAAAApI/ZHWLzCgJ6qc/s400/IMG_1681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247488685969675250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These blurry images were taken around 8AM on Saturday morning, while Ike still rained his wrath on Houston!  The branch that went through the fence came off our OUR tree located right next to Ian's room, but fell straight down across the neighbor's driveway and onto his roof.  Thankfully there was no damage, other than to his gutters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLT5I_wNhI/AAAAAAAAApQ/vikjg0N4sZo/s1600-h/IMG_1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLT5I_wNhI/AAAAAAAAApQ/vikjg0N4sZo/s400/IMG_1682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247489494460937746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLUTwBNvWI/AAAAAAAAApY/uMNEjHTzLFU/s1600-h/IMG_1685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLUTwBNvWI/AAAAAAAAApY/uMNEjHTzLFU/s400/IMG_1685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247489951612648802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLUutd7_NI/AAAAAAAAApg/UPFtAMXqNXk/s1600-h/IMG_1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLUutd7_NI/AAAAAAAAApg/UPFtAMXqNXk/s400/IMG_1686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247490414784281810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This would be one of the few "pros" of being without power for days &amp;amp; days - a cleaned out fridge &amp;amp; freezer!  Notice the Chick-Fil-A bag and the stiro foam container on the shelf?  That would be yesterday's lunch &amp;amp; dinner!  Another positive of having no food is that you HAVE to go eat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLY7pbtY6I/AAAAAAAAApo/7Mzti5-DzyE/s1600-h/IMG_1687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLY7pbtY6I/AAAAAAAAApo/7Mzti5-DzyE/s400/IMG_1687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247495035086005154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLZEeCfLWI/AAAAAAAAApw/pElJnBk1_mE/s1600-h/IMG_1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLZEeCfLWI/AAAAAAAAApw/pElJnBk1_mE/s400/IMG_1688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247495186646248802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLZK8A5CUI/AAAAAAAAAp4/G4VCcwui_g8/s1600-h/IMG_1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLZK8A5CUI/AAAAAAAAAp4/G4VCcwui_g8/s400/IMG_1689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247495297771833666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, by no food in the house to eat, I simply mean that there really isn't anything we would want to eat for dinner!  But, should another hurricane care to grace us with his or her presence, we will probably still be prepared as I think we have more than our fair share of canned goods and bread products!!!&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/13798866-4275096315908216436?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4275096315908216436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4275096315908216436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4275096315908216436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4275096315908216436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/before-after-math.html' title='The Before &amp; After-Math'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SNLSH-WVmtI/AAAAAAAAAow/joDleum93q4/s72-c/IMG_1674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-2718247807037591381</id><published>2008-09-11T20:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:06:13.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Never Forget!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h6HOniP-sZw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h6HOniP-sZw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May God Bless America!&lt;br /&gt;May America Bless God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-2718247807037591381?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2718247807037591381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=2718247807037591381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2718247807037591381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2718247807037591381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-will-never-forget.html' title='I Will Never Forget!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4067214581209812001</id><published>2008-09-11T19:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:06:52.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run From the Water, Hide From the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SMnAk1mF8gI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kwQS9S-OL1k/s1600-h/map2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SMnAk1mF8gI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kwQS9S-OL1k/s400/map2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244934980144329218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This seems to be the mantra around these parts today - I've seen this everywhere, and heard this several times from various sources.  So, as we brace ourselves for this storm, let me let you read what one of our news establishments has to say about Hurrican Ike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The National Hurricane Center foresees a 20-foot surge for a large swath of Texas. Hurricane center meteorologist Dennis Feltgen says Ike’s waves could be 50 feet tall, and some computer models have waves topping out at 70 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So first, rest assured that we are far away from the coast - 80 miles or so.  So even though this particular statement won't really affect us, you should still keep those that haven't evacuated in your prayers over the next few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, we are far outside of the evacuation zones, so we are staying put.  Many gas stations are already out of gas (which is why I filled up 2 days ago and my tank still sits on full) and the grocery shelves are now emptying out (at 9AM, things were still good, except for the lanes that took more than 30 minutes to get through at check-out!).  But we have lots of water, lots of food (including some chicken, steaks and sausage in the freezer should the need arise to "grill" - you know if we end up without power for a bit), lots of ice and a few coolers to use for keeping perishables cold/cool until the power returns, flashlights and candles, a radio, and lots &amp;amp; lots of batteries (which surprisingly I found today at Target!).  I will be shutting my laptop off at some point tomorrow in an effort to conserve the battery, and will also be turning my mobile phone off for the same reason.  We spent the evening clearing the backyard of bikes, toys, tables &amp;amp; chairs, and pretty much anything that could blow around/away with the 100mph gusts they have mentioned.  And finally, we have renters insurance that would include flood damage, if things get that bad - which I am certainly not anticipating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are set, prepared and ready for Ike and all his glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we would still appreciate your prayers.  Stay tuned for a recap of the events - both good &amp;amp; bad - that may transpire over the weekend!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-4067214581209812001?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4067214581209812001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4067214581209812001&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4067214581209812001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4067214581209812001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/run-from-water-hide-from-wind.html' title='Run From the Water, Hide From the Wind'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SMnAk1mF8gI/AAAAAAAAAoo/kwQS9S-OL1k/s72-c/map2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-5549331853041484138</id><published>2008-09-10T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:41:34.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations</title><content type='html'>This morning, while eating breakfast with Ian, we were snuggled up watching an old I Love Lucy episode - all of my kids think that Lucy is hilarious :)  So anyway, there we are sitting and eating together when Ricky walks out on stage in a matador's costume.  Ian starts laughing hysterically and says, "Hey mom, he looks like Mickey Mouse!".  And he was right!  The matador's cap/hat he was wearing had 2 black bulges on either side of his head, and when he tilted his head back slightly, they looked like ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started laughing and commended him on his observation skills.  I would never have thought that on my own, but leave it to a preschooler to compare a real-life person, in costume, to a cartoon character!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-5549331853041484138?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5549331853041484138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=5549331853041484138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5549331853041484138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5549331853041484138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/observations.html' title='Observations'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-3955262094633635622</id><published>2008-09-03T15:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:48:59.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in Our Lives</title><content type='html'>I don't exactly know what I can say about homeschooling, other than it is like having school, at home!  :)  I know, its such an epiphany isn't it??  Alex &amp;amp; I are in the beginning stages of figuring this whole thing out - we're doing the trial-and-error method at the moment - but it seems to be working so far! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first week went fairly smoothly.  I was determined to stay with my lesson plans so as not to throw a kink into our days, but was worried that I may have over-planned to some degree.  But, I'm happy to say that I didn't, and things went rather swimmingly.  Its taking us longer to get through the lessons then I had hoped, but I figure it will only be a matter of time until we fall into a routine - if there is such a thing with homeschooling? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting "little toot" out the door in the morning for her 8:20 bus, Alex &amp;amp; I either run a few errands (with Ian in-tow since his preschool has not yet begun) or get down to business.  Either way, we usually have our noses in the books no later than 10AM, which is great.  I have been allowing him to pick which subjects he wants to tackle first, and have quickly discovered that he doesn't like math.  This particular thorn-in-his-side takes us all of an hour or so to complete, which is painstakingly too slow for me!  I always loved math and am doing what I can to help him through each lesson, without doing them for him.  I have discovered that if I sit there with him and talk him through each problem (start with the ones column, 4 plus 2 is?, 6 plus 5 is, carry, now add the hundreds - good job!) then he can get through them very quickly.  BUT, if I leave him to work a few problems for 10 minutes while I attend to something else, I find he is still staring at the first or 2nd problem when I return - which drives me crazy!  So we are alternately getting along very well and working through things, or I'm getting ready to pull his head off of his body because he won't focus or is procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did discover, quite by accident, that he loves to race the clock!  I decided to put some of his math work on the grease board I hung on the wall, then instructed him to go to the other side of the room and wait.  When I say "go", he runs across the room, answers the problems on the board, then races back to the desk.  His best time is less than 1 minute (57 seconds) for 5 2-digit problems, which is great for my little day dreamer.  He now asks every day if he can do some board work, and I am happy to oblige, as long as we don't get too hung up on math facts, ignoring some of the other new things he's learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, thankfully these have been the only obstacles we have hit so far, but I feel certain that as we 'get through' each day, we'll figure out ways to conquer the beasts that lay in our path.  Its just a matter of time until he figures out that homeschool isn't going to be all fun &amp;amp; games - but for now, I'm happy to let him think that it is :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-3955262094633635622?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3955262094633635622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=3955262094633635622&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3955262094633635622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3955262094633635622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-in-our-lives.html' title='A Day in Our Lives'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-682893333158113051</id><published>2008-09-02T22:55:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:17:27.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Her First Day...a week later!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so I've been way too busy for my own good...after much nagging by my friends, here are a few pictures of Morgann's first day of school - from last week!!!  Ian won't begin school until this coming Thursday, so I promise to be a better blogger and will do my best to post pictures sooner than 9 days after they are taken, ok?!?!  Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SL4MSgQEy2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/MwjztWM1lhA/s1600-h/IMG_1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SL4MSgQEy2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/MwjztWM1lhA/s320/IMG_1662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241640528340372322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This would be the girl of the hour...my sweet little baby and her Kindergarten backpack.  She had to wear red on Monday to be "in theme" with Ready, Set, Go!  Monday was "ready", and boy was she...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SL4MxStJ1kI/AAAAAAAAAn8/qfyT5-36eVY/s1600-h/IMG_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SL4MxStJ1kI/AAAAAAAAAn8/qfyT5-36eVY/s320/IMG_1663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241641057280185922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This would be a picture of Morgann &amp;amp; her 2 best friends Emma (on the left) and Kate (on the right).  While Kate &amp;amp; Emma are old hats at this riding the school bus thing, since they are older by a few months and were starting the 1st grade this year, Morgann enlisted their help &amp;amp; advice in all things school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SL4Nc9px4UI/AAAAAAAAAoE/u4fJZQKXmzs/s1600-h/IMG_1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SL4Nc9px4UI/AAAAAAAAAoE/u4fJZQKXmzs/s320/IMG_1665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241641807543132482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This would be my baby, boarding the bus while I chased her down to get a hug - which I did not get, by the way!  She barely turned her head to acknowledge me calling her name - I think she actually caught her dad's eye at this particular moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SL4N9GPqeYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fOQtIlFuFIk/s1600-h/IMG_1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SL4N9GPqeYI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fOQtIlFuFIk/s320/IMG_1670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241642359605328258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this would be my baby, no worse for the wear, at the end of her first day of Kindergarten.  A little whilty perhaps after riding a non-air conditioned school bus for about 30 minutes, but just as happy as when she left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End!!!&lt;br /&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/13798866-682893333158113051?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/682893333158113051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=682893333158113051&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/682893333158113051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/682893333158113051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-daya-week-later.html' title='Her First Day...a week later!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SL4MSgQEy2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/MwjztWM1lhA/s72-c/IMG_1662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4774714419404942100</id><published>2008-08-31T17:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:04:46.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>I'm an idiot, apparently!  I have no idea how I did it, but I've managed to lose my cute blogger template, inadvertently reverting back to the old theme, which I hate!  I also managed to change to the old-style Blogger dashboard, and cannot figure out how to save my blog before trying to change it back - I'm scared to death that I will lose my blog all together if I keep messing with it!  So, until I get this stupid thing figured out, you're going to have to bear with me...and maybe offer up some advice while you're at it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*So, I managed to get it back to the cute template, but I am frustrated because I found a cuter one that I want to use - only when I try to install it, it deletes my blog leaving me with a cute background and no content!  That certainly doesn't work...  Thanks to my honey for helping me to get back to what I had :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-4774714419404942100?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4774714419404942100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4774714419404942100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4774714419404942100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4774714419404942100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-1585479997033428025</id><published>2008-08-26T17:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:00:06.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I know...</title><content type='html'>...I owe you guys pictures and fun information about Morgann's first day of Kindergarten and our first day of home schooling...but life is crazy and I haven't had the time to upload the pictures yet :)  So, you'll just have to keep waiting...sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-1585479997033428025?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1585479997033428025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=1585479997033428025&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1585479997033428025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1585479997033428025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-i-know.html' title='Yeah, I know...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-5409261799813522983</id><published>2008-08-24T22:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:31:16.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow!</title><content type='html'>In no less than 10 hours, my baby girl will be boarding the school bus for her very first time, heading off to her very first day of Kindergarten!  Oh.My.Gosh!!!!  My baby girl is starting school....*sniff*...and OH.MY.GOSH!!!  I will be starting home school with Alex tomorrow as soon as Morgann heads off on the school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a drink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-5409261799813522983?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5409261799813522983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=5409261799813522983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5409261799813522983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5409261799813522983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-3666355165212303074</id><published>2008-08-16T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:09:55.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>I couldn't let Michael be the only one to get a new toy...so I got myself one last night!  Was up until after 2AM playing with it - so fun :)  I've been browsing iTunes and setting up ring tones for 2 days now - not buying them off of iTunes, but using my own music library and creating them using &lt;a href="http://www.efksoft.com/products/iphoneringtonemaker/index.htm"&gt;this software&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.efksoft.com/products/iphoneringtonemaker/index.htm"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;that cost me $7.50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just way too fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-3666355165212303074?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3666355165212303074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=3666355165212303074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3666355165212303074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3666355165212303074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-1361756883828439830</id><published>2008-08-16T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:55:25.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Developments</title><content type='html'>Regarding &lt;a href="http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-air.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post, there are some (new developments, I mean) and they are exciting.  Now I'm not just excited, I'm nervous &amp;amp; excited.  Stay tuned - I may have some news soon - BIG, BIG news :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-1361756883828439830?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1361756883828439830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=1361756883828439830&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1361756883828439830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1361756883828439830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-developments.html' title='New Developments'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-588197674524529378</id><published>2008-08-12T15:26:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:40:42.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toys</title><content type='html'>Hubby gets new toys, I get the old, hand-me-down toys he no longer wants.  Works for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tH0-GKBmOE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tH0-GKBmOE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGZ9sIAuJ9k&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGZ9sIAuJ9k&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-588197674524529378?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/588197674524529378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=588197674524529378&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/588197674524529378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/588197674524529378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-toys.html' title='New Toys'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-656206667137082376</id><published>2008-08-11T09:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:52:58.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting &amp; Wondering</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get the feeling that God has something up his sleeve for you?  Something that you haven't really thought much about, or even considered until the very idea of it plagues your mind and dreams?  Have you ever known that a change of some-sort was around the corner, but not had a clue what it might be?  Then you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; you figure it out and begin to make plans, only to find out that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; you haven't quite figured it out like you thought you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's me, right now.  Michael &amp;amp; I have been talking about something and it seems like a very real possibility.  But, we are having to wait around to see what happens; we are waiting on other people and situations, so we'll see.  But, its the waiting that is going to drive me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we wait &amp;amp; pray, and then wait some more.  It's in God's hands right now, since there is absolutely nothing we can do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-656206667137082376?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/656206667137082376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=656206667137082376&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/656206667137082376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/656206667137082376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-air.html' title='Waiting &amp; Wondering'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-3342732082633075776</id><published>2008-08-09T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:18:04.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His Inner Man</title><content type='html'>Last night, Michael took a little something to help him to sleep better.  Since he's spent the better part of the past week restless and progressively getting more tired, we figured that a good nights sleep was in order.  Well, at least for 1 of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime he takes these little blue pills (which is about as often as a solar eclipse!) he sleeps very deeply, while I stay awake dealing with the effects of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; deep sleep.  I knew it was going to be a bad night when his snoring began less than an hour after going to bed!  For whatever reason the man passes out, on his back, and once this occurs, there is no turning him over!  But, never-the-less, I always try.  Apparently my super-mommy powers don't work after 1AM, unless there is a vomiting child nearby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the (very loud) snoring began around 12:30 and continued throughout the night, intermingled by my feeble attempts to stir him into turning over to his stomach.  It wasn't going to happen!  Then there was the belching - yes, I said belching.  Continuous and un-relenting, with absolutely no regard for anyone in the room - which would be me, in case you were wondering.  Anyone that knows Michael knows that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;does not&lt;/span&gt; belch - EVER!  He finds it disgusting and just won't do it.  So, the fact that he was letting them rip over &amp;amp; over (&amp;amp; over) again last night was funny - well it would have been had the first few not scared me to death and stirred me from my sleep at 2:30AM!  Then there were hiccups - yep, right again!  I only thought I was scared out of my slumber with the belches!  The hiccups were loud and constant for about 20 minutes.  But, no matter how hard I tried to wake the boy, he wasn't going to rouse from the deep sleep he found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, little blue pill!  You helped my honey to sleep soundly (hahahaha!!!!) through the night, making all sorts of sounds that he normally wouldn't make!  I guess his inner man (or maybe bachelor boy) came out in all of his radiant glory.  I don't like that inner man...especially when he keeps me awake making crude sounds all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-3342732082633075776?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3342732082633075776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=3342732082633075776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3342732082633075776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/3342732082633075776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/his-inner-man.html' title='His Inner Man'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4441787188319511353</id><published>2008-08-05T14:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:09:23.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe Exchange</title><content type='html'>Ok, so if you are anything like me, you want to spend as little time as possible in the kitchen cooking dinner.  Personally, I hate to cook, but eating out on a regular basis at $50 per meal isn't working very well with our budget.  So, this would be why I thought I would see if I could get my friends in blog-land to participate in a recipe exchange with me.  Consider yourself tagged if you are reading this....and please comment if you choose to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rules are simple:&lt;/span&gt;  Simply post 1 or 2 favorite, family-friendly recipe on your blog, then comment on this one so that I know you particpated.  Easy-Breezy!  I figured if you all participated, then your readers participated, we'd get enough new dinner ideas to last for a while!  And on a side-note, should you participate, you will be my hero - I hate to cook (oh, did I already mention that?) and need some new ideas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a recent new recipe I tried - the kids were split on whether they liked it or not, but Michael &amp;amp; I enjoyed it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken &amp;amp; Sour Cream Enchiladas with Green Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;   2 Lg. chicken breasts, browned and shredded&lt;br /&gt;   1/2 packet taco seasoning&lt;br /&gt;   1/4 C water&lt;br /&gt;   1 Sm. carton of heavy whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;   3 tbsp sour cream&lt;br /&gt;   1-2 C Monterey Jack cheese, shredded&lt;br /&gt;   1 jar Green Tomatillo Sauce*&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  *purchased at HEB grocery store, but you can find it anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tortillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 350^.  Brown chicken breasts, then shred.  Return shredded chicken to skillet, add 1/2 pack of taco seasoning and water; mix well.  In a small bowl, mix sour cream and heavy whipping cream, until blended.  Shred cheese into a different small bowl and set aside.  Warm tortillas in the microwave to soften (we used flour, but you can use corn if you prefer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1 tortilla, add small portion of shredded chicken, sprinkle of shredded cheese, roll and place into baking dish (might spray with cooking spray first!).  Continue until the dish is full.  Pour sour cream/cream mixture over the top, add more shredded cheese, then top with desired amount of green tomatillo sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover &amp;amp; bake for 20 minutes; remove foil and bake for 5-10 minutes more, until sauce is bubbly.  Remove from the oven and let stand for at least 5 minutes to allow the sauce to thicken just slightly.  Enjoy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for humoring me!  Hope to see your comments &amp;amp; recipes soon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*If this works like I hope it will, then I'll add more favorite recipes every so often :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-4441787188319511353?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4441787188319511353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4441787188319511353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4441787188319511353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4441787188319511353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/recipe-exchange.html' title='Recipe Exchange'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-8021935382055327938</id><published>2008-08-05T10:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:11:29.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change in Scenery</title><content type='html'>Well, it appears that Eduard didn't want to visit Galveston, and made a last-minute turn for the North.  So, we aren't going to get the winds &amp;amp; rain they had forecast for us today.  But, it's still raining and, I expect, we'll still end up flooded into our subdivision before the day is over.  All of the entrances are low, so anytime we get constant rain for long periods of time, we end up with lots &amp;amp; lots of water all around - never any danger to us or our house - well, unless you are Michael and decide to drive your Nissan Altima into water above tires!!!  But, that's a story for another time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say that I will decline any offers for the life boat I had inquired about last night.  I think we can ride this one out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-8021935382055327938?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8021935382055327938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=8021935382055327938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8021935382055327938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8021935382055327938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/change-in-scenery.html' title='A Change in Scenery'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-9174131144487185869</id><published>2008-08-04T21:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:59:20.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Batten Down the Hatches!!!</title><content type='html'>So this would be where we live...right smack dab in the middle of the white, highlighted area on &lt;a href="http://www.nhc.noaa.gov/graphics_at5.shtml?5day#contents"&gt;the map&lt;/a&gt;!  And, yes we are as prepared as we can be for 40-60 mph winds and rain fall set to pour for the next 24 hours!  I've purchased a few extra candles and a couple of new flashlights.  Anyone have a life boat we can borrow???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***Due to technical difficulties, I'll be uploading the radar picture as soon as Blogger gets its act together!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-9174131144487185869?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9174131144487185869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=9174131144487185869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/9174131144487185869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/9174131144487185869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/batten-down-hatches.html' title='Batten Down the Hatches!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-8174472748936848406</id><published>2008-08-03T21:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:26:32.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Never Escape the Dark Side!!!</title><content type='html'>This has been the mantra at my house this weekend.  And, unfortunately for Michael, the thorn in his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OLD JOB - THE ONE HE HATED AND LEFT 33 DAYS AGO - THE ONE THAT WE PRAYED HIM OUT OF - THE ONE WE PLEADED WITH GOD OVER...THAT ONE!  THEY CALLED ON FRIDAY AND HAVE CONTINUED TO CALL (CONSTANTLY) ALL WEEKEND!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calls started Friday morning, when "Old Boss" called to thank Michael for some work he'd done on Thursday evening for them, then stated he'd like to "catch up".  That was code for, "really, I'm lying to you and just want you to call me so that I can ask - no, scratch that - tell you to fix our network because it's broken and we are completely clueless on how to fix it and make it work!"  And, the calls didn't stop.  They called at least a dozen times yesterday, stopping around 9PM, then picked up again around 9AM this morning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you how badly I just wanted Michael to give me phone?!?!  All I wanted to do was to give "Old Boss" a piece of my mind; to tell him where he could go; to tell him what he could with his network that is no longer Michael's responsibility; to tell him to get his new employee to fix it and to leave my husband alone!  To freaking take his his network and to stick it where....well, you get the point!  And, do you know that at 9PM last night, I finally permission to do it?  Yes, Michael finally agreed, at his witt's end, to let me answer the phone if it dared to ring again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT DIDN'T!!!  I was so totally ready to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; say what I've been wanting to say to "Old Boss" for 2 1/2 years.  And he didn't call back!!!  Talk about frustrating - the phone had been ringing all day, and the one time I wanted it to ring, it didn't!  AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a full day of company yesterday, then family over today after church, an appointment for a potential new client (or side-job) that lasted a few hours, and ruined plans for family time this weekend, Michael finally spent about 4 hours looking at the network and fixed the problem(s).  But, not before having to tell the bozos at the old job to "stop messing with things, stop changing settings, stop touching anything, and for heaven's sake STOP CALLING!!!"  Granted, they didn't stop touching things and he had tell them again (and again) to leave it all alone - and to stop calling him - but, can I just announce to the world that my husband is "The Man"!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will shout it from the roof-tops and announce it for all of blogdom...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my hubby is "The Man"&lt;/span&gt;.  He not only fixed the original problem they were having on Friday, but also fixed all of the other errors that too many hands in the pot can cause (changed settings, errors all over the place, etc.).  Yes, my dear, sweet, stressed-out and exhausted hubby was able to correct the problems and to get the network running as it should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, he will be compensated monetarily for all of the time he spent (we're talking a total of about 12+ hours), but the point was that he shouldn't have been hounded &amp;amp; bothered in the first place!  And no amount of money can bring back the missed opportunity to spend time with the kiddos in the pool, and to kick back with a friend that will be moving across the country in a short amount of time.  And, although one of the guys he used to work with has apologized all over himself for not being able to fix the problem himself, "Old Boss" has never once apologized for bothering us; never once said "if it's not too much trouble, would you mind?".  Nada!  Its just been expected that Michael would do this because its somehow his responsibility.  Yeah right!  I told Michael that should "Old Boss" dare to call again, he'd better hold onto his hat because I'm so done letting him ruin &amp;amp; run our lives...  This is why Michael doesn't work for this man any longer - Praise the Lord!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just think, it only took 31 days for them to take Michael &amp;amp; I back to square one of non-relaxing, stressed-out, stupid company bothering us and ruining our weekend stress!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-8174472748936848406?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8174472748936848406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=8174472748936848406&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8174472748936848406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8174472748936848406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/youll-never-escape-dark-side.html' title='You&apos;ll Never Escape the Dark Side!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-1202616601922759861</id><published>2008-07-31T08:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:06:49.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, Summer - Go Away!</title><content type='html'>Can someone tell me when the summer is going to end?  I cannot see the forest through the trees right now.  I'm way too busy for my own good, and my poor kiddos are starting to get the "I'm bored" syndrome.  School needs to start soon because I am running way behind on EVERYTHING and have no idea where to start to catch-up!  I do know that its not going to happen until I am child-free - well, almost child-free since Alex will be homeschooling.  But at least he can work solo off &amp;amp; on throughout the day.  Morgann &amp;amp; Ian are just bored and are constantly looking for me to entertain them - and I don't have time to do that right now!  I've done really well, up to this point, but now I'm starting to fall behind - waaay behind - and need a reprieve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else feel that way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-1202616601922759861?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1202616601922759861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=1202616601922759861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1202616601922759861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1202616601922759861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-summer-go-away.html' title='Summer, Summer - Go Away!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-1575057083072325068</id><published>2008-07-13T19:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:30:26.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>I am a mommy to 3 wonderful kiddos.  I wouldn't trade my job for anything in the world...at least most of the time.  But, if I were to be completely honest, I think that there are times that, if given the chance, I'd go back &amp;amp; re-think the motherhood option.  And, don't get me wrong, it's not because I don't like my kids.  Its just that there have been occasions when something has happened that I haven't been completely prepared for.  And really, no matter how many parenting books you might read, nothing can prepare you for the day when your youngest son sets fire to the living room coffee table.  I mean, come on, did I miss a chapter somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago (and yes, I'm WAY late in blogging about this little event, but its been a busy few weeks around here!) I had decided to dedicate my entire day to working - not working at my mommy job, but working at my other job, the one I am paid to do.  Anyway, I was intently doing something at my desk in the downstairs study/office and, quite honestly, not paying a whole lot of attention to Morgann &amp;amp; Ian who were home.  They had been playing 'normally' together (playing, then fighting a little, then playing, then fighting some more) and were, for at least a few moments, downstairs in the adjacent family room.  Ian had been running back &amp;amp; forth from room to room, making the obligatory dinosaur/dragon noises he's so famously known for, while Morgann was watching a princess movie on the couch.  Both had been playing alone for a bit and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; fighting, so I sort of became engrossed in my work, meaning I had also become oblivious to what my son was playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; - mistake #1.  It wasn't until I heard a loud scream from Morgann that I snapped back to my REAL reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, screams in the house don't usually trigger much of a reaction out of me since all 3 kids have this high-pitched scream that emits from their inner-most beings at all hours of the day, but this particular scream was different.  It was the type of scream that didn't say "that hurts" or "that makes me mad" or even "touch me again and I'll hurt you".  It was the type of scream that caused me to jump out of my seat and dash for the next room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ran toward the family room, I made a quick note that my carpet runner was rolled into a nice ball and laying in the corner of my entry way.  Very unusual, but I didn't take much stock of it until I realized what else was missing.  It was when I entered the family room and noted the large ball of flame billowing from the center of my coffee table that I realized that my candle had been covered by a rubber no-slip mat, usually found underneath my carpet runner in the entry way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first thing that came to mind was to scream....so I did that!  The next thing was to smother the ever-growing flame with a blanket, towel, small child - no scratch that - anything I could get my hands on to snuff it out.  Um, yeah, nothing around to throw over it.  Dang it!  Ok, dance around and panic.  Now, um, maybe I should just blow it out....yeah, you read that right!  With absolutely nothing to throw over the flame except my son or daughter, I had to think fast.  So, the first thing my pee-brain thought of was to blow, really hard.  So I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that the flame actually went out?!?  My blowing on the rubber mat engulfed in flames didn't fan the fire at all - it actually extinguished it!  I couldn't believe it either!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in case you happen to have a small child with tendencies toward mischevious and unexpected conduct, let me suggest that you (1) print this blog and add it as an additional chapter to your favorite "How To Parent" book, (2) always be sure to have a towel or small blanket laying around in any room where you might decide to light a candle, and (3) keep a small fire extinguisher handy in case you feel the need to simply blow on an open flame - I'm betting that lightning (or blind luck) like this wouldn't strike twice.  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-1575057083072325068?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1575057083072325068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=1575057083072325068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1575057083072325068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1575057083072325068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-mommy-to-3-wonderful-kiddos.html' title='A New Chapter'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-7870283329622331138</id><published>2008-06-10T21:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:33:59.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When God Makes Us Wait</title><content type='html'>Our timing is not the same as Gods...this is something that we, as Christians, know.  Sometimes we just know from watching others, and sometimes we know because we have been the ones to sit &amp;amp; wait, sometimes waiting &amp;amp; waiting &amp;amp; waiting, with no end in sight.  This latter option has been us...Michael &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June of 2005, back when we ran our own company, we were forced to trust God for every little dime, nickle &amp;amp; penny, due to the fact that our primary customer cut Michael back to 1 day a week (from 3), thereby reducing our income from $5000+ to only $1200 - per month!!!  This period was very dark and hard for the both us - hard emotionally, obviously financially, but most of all spiritually.  We began to doubt our faith, to doubt whether we were fools for believing that God truly would provide for us in our times of need, and even wondering whether Christianity was a farse all-together.  It was a tough road, but, in the end, God did show up in an &lt;a href="http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/search?q=mustard+seed"&gt;unexpected way&lt;/a&gt;, shedding light on our foolish doubt and unbelief, then taking us in His arms and giving us a hug, like any parent does to their wayward child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October of that same year, Michael took a full-time position with another company.  We closed our business and walked away from the world of self-employment.  We were excited to see where God would lead, but quickly had our hopes dashed.  It didn't take long to figure out that the man Michael was now working for was not only dishonest and an all-out liar, but that he had no clue how to run a company, had absolutely no respect for his employees, and would more than likely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be fulfilling all of his promises of grandeur to Michael when he was hired.   He would knowingly put the employees of his company into positions that would either force them to lie to protect the company, or to speak the truth and risk being fired.  Regularly, they were ridiculed, belittled, and told they were useless by this man, but still expected to perform above &amp;amp; beyond - like answering the phone at all hours of the day (and night - like 1AM), checking email and working while on vacation, etc.  The working conditions have been horrible, and have taken their toll on Michael.  But yet, here he has been - working like a dog and being treated like one - daily!  And it hasn't been that Michael was content to stay in this environment!  On the contrary, he has been looking, sending out his resume, and interviewing - for more than 2 years!  But, nothing ever went past an interview.  No offers were ever made, no doors ever opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been not only disheartening for him, but very tough on the family.  Seeing Michael come home day after day from a job that he hates, working for a man that deserves no respect, yet trying to trust in God, depending on Him daily to give Michael the strength to persevere - another true test of our faith.  We have been praying for years for God to open a door, any door, that would allow Michael to leave the company.   There have been several instances when things have been so bad, I've half-way expected Michael to announce that he had quit!  It has been a constant battle, but we've really tried to "stay the course", trusting in God that He knows best.  It has been our hearts cry to know the "why" - why is he still there?  Why hasn't he found another job?  Why do we keep hitting dead-ends?  Why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, Michael received a phone call regarding a position at a large, International firm with offices here in the Houston area.  The head-hunter wanted to set-up an interview for him, so they scheduled something for Friday morning.   Michael went to the 2 hour interview, met with 3 gentlemen, then came home feeling like things went well, but not overly-hopeful like he had been with other positions.  Not wanting to get our hopes up again, we've prayed, and have continued to pray throughout the weekend and yesterday, but not holding our breath that we'd hear anything soon, since that has been the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, Michael received a phone call from the head-hunter...they were offering him a position as an Oracle DBA, beginning as soon as he could!  Hallelujah!!!!  An answered prayer, at last!!!!  Michael has, of course, accepted the position, but we are waiting for a few details to be ironed out, but assuming it all goes as we expect it should, he plans to give notice at his current job on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after 2 long years of praying &amp;amp; waiting, then praying &amp;amp; waiting some more, God has finally answered our prayers with a spectacular job, in the exact area of the IT industry Michael wanted!  My mantra for the last 2 years has been "We only want what God wants, and He only wants the best for us!"  I have firmly believed this from the beginning, but the waiting has been sheer torture.  Watching my husband go to a job that he sincerely hated, where he was under appreciated and under valued, and where he was berated and belittled on a daily basis has been a horrendous experience.  I have spent allot of time questioning God, and then reminding Him that He really needed to step-up on Michael's behalf.  I've begged Him to please open a door or a window, to just give Michael anything that might get him out of this horrible working environment, but God didn't respond.  He didn't respond in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; timing, with the desired responses that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; thought He should.  So, I've been frustrated, sad, and yes, angry that Michael has been stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight while working on dinner and chatting about his new job, a light bulb suddenly clicked on in my mind.  Something that Michael had said several times since Friday didn't really register until that moment.  It was the timing aspect that I've been questioning God about.   You see, within this company (the new one), they've recently gone through some reorganizing.  A new CIO was hired; he didn't fire anyone, but created some new positions, specifically the position that Michael will be filling.  So, before this job could be offered to Michael, this company had to go through their reorganization, hiring a new CIO who would, eventually, create the position that Michael would eventually interview for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly was a timing issue...the cart couldn't get before the horse!  Maybe God was paying attention and knew what He was doing after all.  Maybe I will eventually learn to trust &amp;amp; rest in The One that cares for us and knows what is best for us.  Maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-7870283329622331138?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7870283329622331138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=7870283329622331138&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/7870283329622331138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/7870283329622331138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-god-makes-us-wait.html' title='When God Makes Us Wait'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4628205109377407872</id><published>2008-06-07T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:54:29.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change in Profession, Perhaps???</title><content type='html'>I like to keep my options open.  And really, I don't think there are many of us that would argue that point too much, right?  But this particular profession didn't even land at the bottom of my list!  I mean, really...me...a mechanic?  A mechanic's daughter yes, but an actual, bona fide mechanic?  I think not.  But, that's exactly what hat I ended up wearing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My van has been broken, very broken, for the last 2 weeks.  Michael &amp;amp; I figured it was the battery, since we could jump-start it and drive around...for a few minutes anyway.  After about 10 or so minutes, the engine would start skipping, the dash lights would go haywire, and the gauges on the dash would all drop to nothing, like the car had been turned off.  And, every now &amp;amp; then, it would just die.  But still, we figured it was just a bad battery.  Never-the-less, I wasn't willing to risk getting stuck out on the road with 3 kiddos, so we've been home-bound for 2 full weeks - fun stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  we still figured it was the battery, until last Tuesday when we were told differently.  We managed to gimp the car to the auto parts shop where they ran a quick test...it was the alternator, not the battery.  Ok, fine, so we'll buy an alternator.  But, do you think an alternator is the same price as a battery?  Heck no!!!  An alternator is about double the cost of a battery!!  But, we were assured by the auto parts guy, our mechanic, and my father (the mechanic) that it would be easy to replace, and much cheaper than the $300+ quote we received from our regular mechanic.  So we figured we'd give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheaper, sort of.  Easier?  Um, yeah, not so much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, keep in mind that my hubby is tech-savvy, not car engine-savvy!  And, I'm a girly girl that can change a tire, check my oil and put gas into my car...that's it!  Replacing the alternator turned out to be a total pain the rear, very difficult to get to then to get out of the engine (took more than 2 hours!), and even harder to install!!!  Not only did Michael get totally frustrated to the point of throwing in the towel (and maybe a few other things while he was at it!) then figure out he was turning the screw in the wrong direction (thus figuring out the problem), but he later ended up drafting me to crawl inside of the engine to help get the belt put back in the right place...well, almost crawl into the engine, but if it counts for anything, I had grease all the way up to my elbows...and was all sweaty!  EWWWWW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have both decided that from now on, we will pay to have any &amp;amp; all car repairs done on our vehicles, no matter how much money we could save by doing it ourselves...we are not do-it-yourselfers!!!  And I will definitely not be crawling into anymore engines in this lifetime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow we managed to get the car put back together, having to ALSO replace the battery that turned out to be bad too, and to stay married.  It was a true test of "for better or for worse".  If you can repair a car with your significant other, you can do almost anything, I'm completely convinced of it after today!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-4628205109377407872?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4628205109377407872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4628205109377407872&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4628205109377407872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4628205109377407872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/change-in-profession-perhaps.html' title='A Change in Profession, Perhaps???'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-581837161435286492</id><published>2008-05-31T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:33:05.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Cappuccino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcoffeegirlareyouquiz/cappuccino.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fun, outgoing, and you love to try anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to have strong opinions on what you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total girly girly at heart - and prefer your coffee with good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type that seems complex to outsiders, but in reality, you are easy to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeegirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-581837161435286492?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/581837161435286492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=581837161435286492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/581837161435286492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/581837161435286492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-2809441424540411690</id><published>2008-05-30T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:17:30.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from the Potty</title><content type='html'>Ok, first let me explain exactly why things happened the way they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we live in a 2 story house, I figured that bringing Ian's potty downstairs would be much easier than our racing upstairs each &amp;amp; every time he had to use it.  But, I also wanted to not have said potty sitting on the carpet, so I put it in the most reasonable, tiled area in the house - the kitchen.  In both cases, it was a smart decision on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the tale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian was 4 for 8 today - not too bad for a first-timer.  I have to admit that after the 3rd accident on the carpet, I was beginning to wonder if I'd made a mistake and was pushing too hard.  But, when he finally (and I do mean finally) used the potty (and by used, I mean dripped accidentally into it), and the potty yelled "Hooray, you went potty!", I was beginning to feel like maybe he would eventually get the hang of this going potty thing if I could just stick it out for the day.  And, I was right!  The 2nd time the potty yelled "Hooray!", he looked up, smiled his little mischievous grin and let it rip - the boy almost filled up the bowl!  At that moment, he &amp;amp; I started laughing in unison, and then began dancing around and high-fiving each other.  We were a sight, I'm sure - him with absolutely no clothing on, and me spinning around with his naked self in my arms, smiling broadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sticker chart worked like a charm - he loved picking out 1 smaller one for pee and 1 large one for the poop...oh yes, the poop.  Hold onto your hats because that's the tale I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating dinner, Ian was the first to be 'finished', so we allowed him to dismiss himself from the table before the rest of us.  But, I reminded him that he needed to sit down on his potty since he'd just eaten to see if he needed to go pee pee or poop.  He immediately informed me that he needed to do both, and promptly dropped his drawers right there in the middle of the breakfast room - which is where his potty was so it made sense.  So, while he sat making funny noises and laughing at himself, Michael proceeded with the conversation he had started earlier.  Then the potty yelled, and Michael got a puzzled look on his face - he didn't know the potty spoke and could sense being filled.  So, we all made a big deal about Ian again using the potty and keeping Thomas clean &amp;amp; dry, he picked out his sticker and put it on his chart, then we all went back about our business.  But Ian then informed us that we were celebrating prematurely - he still needed to poop.  So, I told him to just sit there to see if it would 'come out' - and you have to excuse the graphic details here, but they are important.  Anyway, Michael started his story again, then abruptly stopped when Ian grunted loudly (and I do mean loudly) and said "Its stuck!".  I giggled and told him to keep sitting and it would eventually come out, then turned my attention back to Michael who just sat there smirking about the whole situation.  After another minute or so, Ian told me that he couldn't go and was done, so I told him to pull up his underwear and we would try again in a bit.  When he stood up, I could tell that he had pooped and told him to quickly sit back down while I went to get the wipes.  He was shocked and immediately turned around and checked his potty.  While I was gone fetching the wipes, it was then that he yelled, "Look daddy!  I pooped a bone!!!"  When I returned with the wipe box, Michael simply looked at me and said "I think I'm gonna be sick", followed by "does it have to be here next to the table?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it - tales from the potty, located in our breakfast room, right next to the kitchen table.  Some things are just necessary, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you glad you kept reading :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-2809441424540411690?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2809441424540411690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=2809441424540411690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2809441424540411690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2809441424540411690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/tales-from-potty.html' title='Tales from the Potty'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-1345523697095841189</id><published>2008-05-29T21:53:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:20:48.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a Big Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since today was the official last day of school for Alex, I am officially on-the-clock as a stay at home mommy - no more galavanting for me!  I tend to try to stick closer to home when all 3 kiddos are in my care, so I figured this would be the perfect time to begin potty training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SD9uA-pbMzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Y0y6KkQcOG0/s1600-h/potty+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SD9uA-pbMzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Y0y6KkQcOG0/s200/potty+chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206000657359385394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This evening I took Ian to buy himself a new potty, which he promises to use beginning tomorrow.  He picked it out himself and insisted on carrying it to the register (while sitting in the cart holding it in his lap since the box was almost as big as he is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SD9uNepbM0I/AAAAAAAAAlc/XKIEpRcz3kg/s1600-h/underwear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SD9uNepbM0I/AAAAAAAAAlc/XKIEpRcz3kg/s200/underwear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206000872107750210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also purchase some new big boy underwear - Thomas the Tank Engine, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SD9u4epbM1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/ksf9ScgG3zU/s1600-h/Potty-Chart2-Thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SD9u4epbM1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/ksf9ScgG3zU/s200/Potty-Chart2-Thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206001610842125138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we purchased stickers to use on one of many &lt;a href="http://www.pottytrainingconcepts.com/Free-Potty-Training-Charts.htm"&gt;FREE potty training charts&lt;/a&gt; I discovered online this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SD9xnupbM5I/AAAAAAAAAmE/fZnJTMgWoAU/s1600-h/detergent_original_fresh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SD9xnupbM5I/AAAAAAAAAmE/fZnJTMgWoAU/s400/detergent_original_fresh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206004621614199698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, when all else fails, I'm armed with lots of bleach and laundry detergent :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so begins my official summer vacation!&lt;br /&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/13798866-1345523697095841189?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1345523697095841189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=1345523697095841189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1345523697095841189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1345523697095841189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-big-boy.html' title='Becoming a Big Boy'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SD9uA-pbMzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Y0y6KkQcOG0/s72-c/potty+chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-2058043949008897082</id><published>2008-05-27T22:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:00:59.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>13 &amp; Counting</title><content type='html'>Today, I celebrate 13 years of marriage to a wonderful man.  I truly believe that God brought us together, then saw fit to bless us with 3 beautiful, healthy kiddos!  And I know that God has a huge sense of humor when it comes to putting 2 different personalities together and expecting them to live in love &amp;amp; harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why I would think this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because only Michael &amp;amp; I could find the humor in celebrating our 13th anniversary by eating, with our children, under the Golden Arches :)  Me, the person that absolutely hated McD's and grimaced every time he took me there during our dating years - the things we do for love, right?  Him, the man that always threatened to take me there for a special occasion, adding a table cloth &amp;amp; candles to make the venue a bit more romantic, but not breaking the bank or budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well honey, you forgot the table cloth &amp;amp; candles, but I always knew you were a man of your word...I couldn't have asked for a better anniversary meal with the one man I love, and 3 children that steal my heart each &amp;amp; every day.  OK, well maybe I could have, but it was special and fun, and oh so us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!!  Happy 13th Anniversary to the love of my life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-2058043949008897082?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2058043949008897082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=2058043949008897082&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2058043949008897082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2058043949008897082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/13-counting.html' title='13 &amp; Counting'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-5698559390946367094</id><published>2008-05-20T22:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:25:44.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Hangin' Around</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Tuesday is my day to be gone - I work away from the house on Tuesdays while Michael stays home and plays Mr. Mom to Ian when Grandma doesn't take him for the afternoon.  It really is too bad that Grandma didn't take him today.  The poor boy almost lost his head!  But, let me explain the events that led to this almost-decapitation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a slower day for me, only working for a whole 1 1/2 hours this morning.  So, because I left 'the office' a little earlier than planned, Michael &amp;amp; I decided to go have lunch, with Ian in tow.  We made a visit to one of our favorite burger joints, had a pleasant lunch, then picked up Morgann from her 2nd-to-last-day of preschool and headed home.  The plan was that I would drop my little three-some off, then head out to spend a few hours browsing a little homeschool store I discovered last weekend.  At the suggestion of my friend Cori, I had decided to take Alex with me to browse around too, so I hurried out the door and grabbed him from school right before boarding the bus.  So while Alex &amp;amp; I shopped unworried about the rest of the crew, Michael stayed home with Ian &amp;amp; Morgann - and the neighbors 4 kiddos who decided to come over to play for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've only heard this 2nd &amp;amp; 3rd hand, but this is how it was presented to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Alex &amp;amp; I returned home from our fun afternoon together, I was greeted by one "Hi Mommy!" and one very loud, wailing, "Mommy, my head got stuuuuuuck!" - sniff, sniff, sniff.  You can imagine my (1) concern and (2) curiosity as to how such a thing might have occurred, so I pressed for details - from my crying 3 year old.  The best I could understand...his head got stuck in his brother's bunk bed.  So I pressed further..."Sweetie, how did you get your head stuck?"  His response was garbled, but the gist was "It got stuck like this, and it huut wiwwy baaaaaad!" (it was at this juncture that he made a gesture that led me to believe that he had hung himself - sideways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now I'm really puzzled!  "Honey, why don't you show mommy where your head got stuck".  The response was classic, "Wite heuh mommy" (pointing directly at his neck).  Well duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me try again!  "No, show me where on Alex's bed your head got stuck".  At this, Ian jumped up from the couch, grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs as quickly as his little legs would take him.  When we entered Alex's room, Ian ran to the side and pointed - directly to the space between the top bunk - and the wall!  About a 6 inch opening, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was later when I pointed out the huge scratches and bruise on the side of Ian's head to Michael that he says, matter of factly, "Oh yeah!  Ian got himself stuck between the wall and the top bunk.  His head was turned sideways and he was just dangling there.  I had a hard time figuring out how he managed to get there, either by climbing up or falling down, so I just got underneath him and shoved him back up.  He was really freaking out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, ya think????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-5698559390946367094?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5698559390946367094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=5698559390946367094&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5698559390946367094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5698559390946367094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-hangin-around.html' title='Just Hangin&apos; Around'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-5782967862550132961</id><published>2008-05-18T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:53:57.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest?!?!</title><content type='html'>Hope your Sunday was a good one!  Us?  We moved our office (2 desks plus the paraphanalia that goes with them, 4 drawer filing cabinet, 2 chairs, 2 printers, cables, 4 computers, etc.) upstairs into the old playroom, then moved the sectional sofa/hide-a-bed combo downstairs - ok, so Michael's dad came over last night and help Michael get the sofa downstairs, but I had to help move it around the room while we finished moving the office up!  Then we arranged it all to look presentable :)  We are what you might call "POOPED"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for "on the 7th day they rested"!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-5782967862550132961?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5782967862550132961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=5782967862550132961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5782967862550132961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5782967862550132961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/rest.html' title='Rest?!?!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-44679371256858976</id><published>2008-05-15T22:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:06:11.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prove It!</title><content type='html'>Any parent knows that if a child says that he/she wants a piece of candy, you will be hard-pressed to get them to admit that they didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want candy, but instead wanted a juicy piece of grapefruit.  But, that's exactly what I tried to do to Alex just a week ago (ok 9 days, but whatever!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Alex asked me to consider homeschooling him next year, he literally pulled the rug out from underneath me.  You see, I had plans for next year; both Morgann &amp;amp; Alex would be at school Monday through Friday, from 8:15AM to 4PM (which includes a bus ride), and Ian would begin preschool on Tuesday &amp;amp; Thursday.  This would leave me 2 glorious days all to myself, and I was going to relish each and every second.  Me, all by myself, with no diapers to change, lunches to fix, or fights to stop.  These were my plans and I was determined that I would have my ME time, at all costs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the more I tried to walk away from his request, the more I have found myself buried in homeschooling websites, curriculums and, yes, school supplies!  I have been focused on just one thing...helping my son to finish his 2nd grade year with the best scores he can possibly get, just so that we can get to the summer and begin preparing to...wait for it....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homeschool for 3rd grade&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a week can make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 10 days ago, I was relishing the thought of having 2 glorious days, all to myself, with no children to deal with.  And now I cannot wait to begin studying the 3rd grade - again!  I have become a mommy possessed - and we all know what a danger she can be!  Everything I do leads me to wonder if this or that might be a good way to teach Alex this lesson or that lesson.  I have spent 4 sleepless nights, tossing &amp;amp; turning while visions of textbooks, world maps, and planning charts dance through my head.  I have found myself at ever turn talking about the newest homeschool website I found, or the &lt;a href="http://www.handipoints.com/"&gt;coolest chore chart site&lt;/a&gt; ever!  I think Michael might be ready to wring my neck.  Even now, while sitting in bed with my laptop on my lap (imagine that, ha!), this is the only thing I can blog about.  It has literally consumed me to the point of making me crazy - and very, very tired! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what happens when God finally gets through to you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my initial "Is this the right move?" period, I had sent an email to my MOPS group inquiring as to whether there might be any MOPS moms that had any experience with homeschooling - either currently or in the past.  I was floored by all of the response - mostly from moms that had only considered it and were passing along their research and websites to me, but I did get a few mommies that had actually shouldered the responsibility of teaching their own children at one time or another.  But it was one email in particular that really grabbed my attention.  It was from a former member of our group that I have never met.  It just so happens that she is a teacher for a local, nearby school district.  Of course, she had many concerns about homeschooling children, primarily because all of her experience dealt with kiddos that had been homeschooled, but then returned to public school, only to be lagging behind in almost every area of their education.  Yes, it was her email that caught my attention.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my biggest fear&lt;/span&gt;...that I not teach my son well enough to return to school in a year or 2 on-level or even ahead of his peers.  So, why did this one email catch my attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was because over the course of emailing back &amp;amp; forth regarding the "Why am I thinking about homeschooling?" issue that she offered me some logical and useful suggestions.  If Alex is asking to be homeschooled because "being by himself allows him to work undistracted", then why not just ask his teacher to remove the distractions?  Why not ask her to give him some private space of his own?  Why not?  Well, because it hadn't crossed my mind, that's why not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?  That's exactly what I did yesterday morning.  Alex had spent the better part of his weekend and Monday night studying for a math test.  We were both worried because he's really struggled through this last 6 weeks, and this test would determine whether he passed or failed his final 6 weeks in this subject.  It was crucial that he do well.  So, knowing the distraction issues he has dealt with throughout the past year, I decided to simply ask his teacher to help him succeed.  "What a novel concept", I thought!  And, so I asked.  I asked her to move him to a quieter area where he could focus on nothing else but his test.  And, she did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came home with a huge smile on his face, I knew good news was coming.  Not only did my child, the one that struggles to complete 3 math problems in 25 minutes, finish his test.  He finished FIRST.  And he passed with an 85!!!  This was huge news and we could do nothing else but hug, smile and high-five each other.  So, guess what  I did.  I asked her to do the same thing for his Social Studies test today.  He passed with a 100, and was again the first to complete his work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what this proves?  My child needs a little piece of quiet where he can focus and study and do well.  And, yes, this proves that the school can accommodate this special request without much fanfare.  But, you know what else this proves?  It proves that my child knew exactly what he needed to succeed.  And no matter how much talking I did to the contrary, he was right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you ask, "Why not send him to school with the understanding that his teacher send him off to a quieter area during tests?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is simple.  I don't want Alex to feel singled out every time there is a test.  And, for that matter, the problem doesn't lie in the fact that the concentration issues only exist during tests.  It's a daily struggle for him.  I don't want him to be sent away to a solitary place so that he can succeed.  I want to encourage him to focus &amp;amp; learn because HE CAN.  Because he is smarter than a whip and can do anything he puts his mind to.  And, I want to be there, by his side for at least a year, to teach him what it means to study and focus.  I want to hold his hand as he learns new studying techniques.  I want him to gain critical skills that he isn't getting from the school, but that I know God will equip me to teach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to prove to him that he can do all things, through Christ, who strengthens him! (Phil. 4:13) - thanks mom :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-44679371256858976?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/44679371256858976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=44679371256858976&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/44679371256858976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/44679371256858976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/prove-it.html' title='Prove It!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-5270086173851045723</id><published>2008-05-10T20:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:47:59.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unexpected Journey</title><content type='html'>Ok, so have you heard the one about a kid that asks - or actually begs - his mother to home school him next year?  Yeah, that's what happened in our house last Tuesday night.  So, like any good mother would do, I squelched that little request without batting an eye.  But, then it came at me again!  So, I made home schooling sound worse than going to jail - staying home with me, all day, every day, while his friends go to school and play at recess without him; staying home with me all day with no friends to play with; staying home with me all day and not getting to play video games at every corner because he is bored; staying home with me every day...well, you get the point.  It sounded awful to me, but the response I got was so totally unexpected that I was left speechless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But mom, if you were to home school me, I would be able to do my work without getting into trouble.  If I was home working, it would be quiet and I wouldn't get distracted as easily.  If you were to home school me, I would really love school again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so my search for knowledge and wisdom has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we decide to traverse down the unfamiliar road called Home Schooling, or we stick to our original plan of sending our kiddos to the local, very well recognized public school, or maybe even suck it up and find the funds to finance private education for a year, I am traversing a road that I had never expected to visit.  All of my plans for the coming year - 2 days a week with absolutely no kiddos to worry with - 2 glorious days every single week! - have been tossed to the wind, and I am diving into unknown waters.  I'm worried, and scared, and excited all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to see where it is that God will lead us!  All of us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-5270086173851045723?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5270086173851045723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=5270086173851045723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5270086173851045723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5270086173851045723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/unexpected-journey.html' title='An Unexpected Journey'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-5103592287384539901</id><published>2008-05-01T16:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:05:53.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months Older than Me!</title><content type='html'>Today marks the point at which I can officially say that my sweet hubby is 6 months older than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1, 1972 - the date that my wonderful man was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 36th Birthday My Love!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-5103592287384539901?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5103592287384539901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=5103592287384539901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5103592287384539901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5103592287384539901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/6-months-older-than-me.html' title='6 Months Older than Me!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-5708709181542979855</id><published>2008-04-30T18:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:47:33.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly Thoughts</title><content type='html'>This is a piece of a conversation that Morgann &amp;amp; I had while driving the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morgann:&lt;/span&gt;  Mom, is Jesus real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  Yes sweetie.  Jesus is very real.  He was born, grew up, died on a cross for our sins, then rose from the dead and went to heaven to wait for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morgann:&lt;/span&gt;  Oh.  He's in heaven with grammy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  Yep, with grammy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morgann:&lt;/span&gt;  So, is there a bedtime in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  &lt;/span&gt;Nope.  I don't think you have a bedtime there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morgann:&lt;/span&gt;  So I can stay up as long as I want?  I don't have to go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  Yes, you can stay up as long as you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morgann:&lt;/span&gt;  Cool, I want to go to heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  Well you will if you have Jesus in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morgann:&lt;/span&gt;  Wait, are there in toys in heaven too?  Because if there aren't any toys in heaven, then it will be super-boring and I don't want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  Yes sweetie.  I'm sure there are toys in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morgann:&lt;/span&gt;  Cool!  Then I'm definitely going to go there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that she has her priorities in order!!!  But, I guess in 5 year old, toys are a priority, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-5708709181542979855?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5708709181542979855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=5708709181542979855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5708709181542979855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5708709181542979855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/heavenly-thoughts.html' title='Heavenly Thoughts'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-8532660077290402859</id><published>2008-04-21T18:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:50:09.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New, Take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SA0jex4g--I/AAAAAAAAAgY/LU9q2U9wzSg/s1600-h/squash-spag-cookhalf-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SA0jex4g--I/AAAAAAAAAgY/LU9q2U9wzSg/s200/squash-spag-cookhalf-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191844957121477602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are a family of squash dislikers!  Michael can't choke it down to save his life and I simply don't like it - steamed, raw, mashed, or otherwise!  This, of course, means that our children don't like it either.  Not so much because they've actually ever tasted it (and maybe they have), but they just assume they don't like it because we don't.  So, there you have it, the ground-work for another Try Something New Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was spaghetti night, but in an effort to improve our eating habits and diet in general, I decided to bake a spaghetti squash rather than our typical whole wheat pasta.   When I was a child, I remember my mother doing this to us, then informing us only after we had completed our dinner that we had eaten squash, rather than pasta.  And, since we all ate it without complaint, assuming that we were eating mushy pasta, mom was rather pleased with her sneaky self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems that I learned a thing or two about being sneaky from my mom.  I did the exact same thing to my children this evening - only Michael knew what we were eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SA0loB4g-_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/NQ5zE0z2Vw8/s1600-h/IMG_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SA0loB4g-_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/NQ5zE0z2Vw8/s200/IMG_1592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191847315058523122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian was the first to finish his salad, so he was the first to inhale his main course.  As you can see, he had no problems finishing every last bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SA0mGx4g_AI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5y6PKNvwe-k/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SA0mGx4g_AI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5y6PKNvwe-k/s200/IMG_1594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191847843339500546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SA0mzh4g_BI/AAAAAAAAAgw/bq6RpJoqb2s/s1600-h/IMG_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SA0mzh4g_BI/AAAAAAAAAgw/bq6RpJoqb2s/s200/IMG_1593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191848612138646546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgann followed suit, as did Alex.  They all ate, without complaint or question!  And, when we informed them that they had just eaten a spaghetti squash, they seemed less than phased by the fact.  Alex said that he knew it wasn't 'normal spaghetti' but he liked whatever it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, the squash was covered in sauce and cheese, but at least we avoided the carbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two TSNN's for mommy :)  I'm on a roll!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-8532660077290402859?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8532660077290402859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=8532660077290402859&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8532660077290402859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8532660077290402859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-new-take-2.html' title='Something New, Take 2'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SA0jex4g--I/AAAAAAAAAgY/LU9q2U9wzSg/s72-c/squash-spag-cookhalf-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-185634728650574522</id><published>2008-04-19T12:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:44:17.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing with New Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SAovY1Zp-xI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Z0vKKUiv3ts/s1600-h/IMG_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SAovY1Zp-xI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Z0vKKUiv3ts/s200/IMG_1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191013624195971858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this is Alex's new look - I think he looks great!  I am amazed at how grown up he looks with his new glasses!  He's been asking me for a week if the vision store had called to say they were in, and they finally did last night.  He has been super-excited about getting glasses, so we'll see how long this new-found enthusiasm lasts - I give it a week or less!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-185634728650574522?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/185634728650574522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=185634728650574522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/185634728650574522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/185634728650574522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/seeing-with-new-perspective.html' title='Seeing with New Perspective'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/SAovY1Zp-xI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Z0vKKUiv3ts/s72-c/IMG_1588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-29139530247242849</id><published>2008-04-11T16:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:59:58.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Details</title><content type='html'>So, how did we end up with this little girl?  Well, let me start by saying that it wasn't intentional or planned.  It just sort of happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, she is a stray that a friend found.  The friend brought her into the office where I was working yesterday and asked if we'd take her.  I immediately said NO, but as you can see, that apparently meant nothing to him.  After a day of discussions with him, then with Michael, the friend offered me $50 take her, which I could use for supplies or a vet bill.  So, I called the vet who scheduled a 4PM appointment for us, and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a very healthy 2 pound kitten, we're guessing around 6-7 weeks old.  Her only health issue was ear mites, easily treated by an irrigation by the vet, and 2 topical applications of a parasite preventative.  Hopefully that will be her cure, and the mites won't suddenly spread to our other 2 animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she still has no name!  Alex has suggested Lily, Morgann has offered Princess, and Ian is stuck on Coco.  I've been pressing to find another home for her so that they can name her, but I'm outnumbered by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;!  So, I'm taking Katrina up on her suggestion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see if someone can make a name suggestion that my family will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; agree on.  There will be no prizes awarded, but you will have the satisfaction of naming a sweet little kitty, and, in turn, becoming an owner-by-proxy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the game begin!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-29139530247242849?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/29139530247242849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=29139530247242849&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/29139530247242849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/29139530247242849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/details.html' title='The Details'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-2391187470363647193</id><published>2008-04-10T21:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:47:37.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!  We have a problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/R_7RJJ-u3oI/AAAAAAAAAfo/XngmAvVWV4Y/s1600-h/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/R_7RJJ-u3oI/AAAAAAAAAfo/XngmAvVWV4Y/s320/IMG_1571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187813776005455490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and she weighs 2 pounds and has no name!&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/13798866-2391187470363647193?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2391187470363647193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=2391187470363647193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2391187470363647193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2391187470363647193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeah-we-have-problem.html' title='Yeah!  We have a problem...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/R_7RJJ-u3oI/AAAAAAAAAfo/XngmAvVWV4Y/s72-c/IMG_1571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-8774291266654188729</id><published>2008-04-09T19:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:40:37.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>Human nature is an amazing thing.  Our instincts tell us to be cautious when something dangerous is about to occur.  When something fun &amp;amp; exciting happens, we have an adrenaline rush.   We tend to dig our heels in when we are being forced to make an unexpected change.  And, when it comes to trying new things, well, you can probably guess where this post is headed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night is our newly appointed "Try Something New Night" at the dinner table.  I have become very bored &amp;amp; tired of the same old thing, week after week, and have decided that it is now time to force the family to break out of our safe but hum-drum menu choices. My oldest, Alex, is the absolute worst when it comes to trying new foods - he's my super-picky child and if something even looks a little different (even if its the same old spaghetti or Gold Fish Cracker Chicken), he will inevitably turn his nose up and begin with the "What is this?" and "What is that?" rigamarole.   So, "Try Something New Night" was created specifically with him in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's dinner?  Fish, sushi, shrimp cocktails and fruit (grapes, apples, strawberries, and kiwi).  A really easy, but really healthy and light meal.  And just as I expected, as soon as we sat down to dinner, the nose turned up and his mouth began to form the words that I have become so accustomed to.  But, before he could utter a single sylable, I stopped him dead in his tracks and explained the rules of our new tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  You may not say that you don't like something!  If you haven't ever tasted it, then you don't know if you do or don't like it, do you?&lt;br /&gt;2.  You must try &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; one new thing.  If you've never tasted it, then that qualifies as your new thing.&lt;br /&gt;3.  If, after tasting it, you truly do not like it, you are finished with it and do not have to consume the entire thing.  But, if you do like it, then I would recommend eating it and smiling your approval to me :)&lt;br /&gt;4.  But, when all else fails, DO NOT say that you don't like something until it has been tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt these rules were pretty straight forward and easy to understand and follow!  But, with his nose still turned up, he began asking what various items were.  I explained what was in the sushi rolls (crab, rice and "other stuff"), told him that the kiwi was a small fruit from New Zealand and is super-delicious, and then explained how to eat a shrimp with the tail still on it.  I then served up our fish and allowed everyone to peruse the other items on the table, allowing them to choose their 1 new item to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/R_1dr5-u3lI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/v0r3K4vaEeo/s1600-h/IMG_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/R_1dr5-u3lI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/v0r3K4vaEeo/s200/IMG_1564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187405354680376914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgann went straight to the kiwi and scarfed it down - she is my fruit girl, so this didn't surprise me.  What did surprise me was that she so quickly grabbed her piece and ate it without uttering a single word.  This, the child that threw a hissy fit in the middle of the produce department this morning because I was buying "that icky stuff that is nasty and gross".  Surprise!  She loved it and proceeded to eat 3 more pieces before I stopped her and reminded her that she still had fish on her plate to consume, and that there were other people sitting at the table that might want a piece too.  So, she took a quick bite of her fish, then proceeded to try a sushi roll, then a shrimp!  She was obviously in a daring mood this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another surprise was that Michael said that he didn't think he had ever tried fresh kiwi before, so he was the next to eat and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two for 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I looked at Alex who was still sitting there with a turned-up nose, not saying anything, but looking at me with pleading eyes, as if to say "Mom, why are you torturing me?  What did I do to deserve this?"  But already knowing the answer he would give, I asked, "So, what is your choice?", to which he responded with a sigh, "I'm still thinking".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, rather than to continue to press the issue, I decided to sit &amp;amp; enjoy my plate-full of yummy food (since I chose &amp;amp; cooked it, there was nothing new on the table that I had to try - I liked it all!).  Michael, who was inhaling his dinner (not eating lunch will do that to a person), decided to work on Alex by making some suggestions.  He began with cutting a very small piece of shrimp and handing it to Alex.  He told him that he would probably like it if he would just get passed himself and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taste &lt;/span&gt;it.  Not surprisingly though, his nose remained in the turned-up position and his pleading eyes and whiny voice told Michael that the piece was indeed too big, asking him to cut it a bit smaller.  So, he did, then handed it back to Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much fear and trembling (literally), he took the piece, slowly placed it into his mouth, and chewed.  The result?  A smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/R_1fXp-u3mI/AAAAAAAAAfY/2Kwe71kzjr0/s1600-h/IMG_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/R_1fXp-u3mI/AAAAAAAAAfY/2Kwe71kzjr0/s200/IMG_1563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187407205811281506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My child, the one that never tries anything, cries when you even suggest that he try something, and insisted with every fiber of his being that he wouldn't like the shrimp, liked the shrimp!  He ate several more pieces in between eating his fish, and even went so far as to try to coax his sister into eating another piece (she had tried one earlier, right after taking a bite of the sushi roll, but decided that she wasn't a shrimp fan). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my oldest son tried something new, liked it, and didn't die! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a truly satisfying night.  I am praying that this tradition will force him to broaden his horizons and will teach him to be a bit more daring, rather than always so safe &amp;amp; cautious.  Sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-8774291266654188729?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8774291266654188729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=8774291266654188729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8774291266654188729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8774291266654188729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/R_1dr5-u3lI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/v0r3K4vaEeo/s72-c/IMG_1564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-1888979187488470571</id><published>2008-04-02T14:45:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:35:46.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars in Her Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/R_WT2RDYNLI/AAAAAAAAAeo/wPhLvrHA4oA/s1600-h/Morgann+close-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/R_WT2RDYNLI/AAAAAAAAAeo/wPhLvrHA4oA/s320/Morgann+close-up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185213106486785202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgann's curiosity has been peaked!  It seems that she is becoming more &amp;amp; more curious about babies, and specifically, the female body and how exactly it works.  I guess after watching one of my friends breastfeed her infant, then having a next door neighbor being whisked off to the hospital due to pre-term labor (by me), it was bound to happen sooner rather than later.  I've been bombarded with many questions, some easily answered, others not so much!  But, I seem to be navigating the waters of the female body well enough to suit a 5 year old.  Thankfully the questions have been more about the 'whys' than the 'hows' of the female anatomy, but I figure that it will only be a matter of time before the 'hows' begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, during one of our recent discussions, Morgann was quick to inform me that she has made a decision regarding her future.  She said that, first, she wants to be a mommy.  She said that she plans to have a baby in her tummy until it is finished growing, then she will feed it 'booby milk' until it has teeth and can chew it's own food.  All I could do was smile and nod since she was as serious as she could be.  Once she has conquered that first hurtle, she has decided that she will indeed become an astronaut.  And she was quick to inform me that it must happen in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I work on navigating the sometimes treacherous waters of human anatomy and physiology, Morgann will be working on her quest to conquer the great unknown :)  It's a good thing that she enjoys adventure because both of her plans will require a brave soul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-1888979187488470571?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1888979187488470571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=1888979187488470571&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1888979187488470571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/1888979187488470571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/growing-pains.html' title='Stars in Her Eyes'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Se_nGKeKTg/R_WT2RDYNLI/AAAAAAAAAeo/wPhLvrHA4oA/s72-c/Morgann+close-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-8977206609340559323</id><published>2008-03-25T08:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T08:44:00.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tough Day</title><content type='html'>Thinking today about how precious life can be, and remembering friends &amp;amp; family that are no longer with us!  Hug everyone you love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2007/03/pausing-to-remember.html"&gt;March 27, 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2007/03/way-i-remember-them.html"&gt;March 31, 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-8977206609340559323?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8977206609340559323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=8977206609340559323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8977206609340559323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/8977206609340559323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-tough-day.html' title='Another Tough Day'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-2515387323565160732</id><published>2008-03-22T20:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:07:27.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Selective Memory</title><content type='html'>I am laughing hysterically because Michael just informed me that he &amp;amp; Morgann had another conversation about &lt;a href="http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2007/04/but-i-dont-want-to-die-daddy.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; (read it first!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy: Do you know why we celebrate Easter?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Morgann: Because Jesus rose from the dead&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;D: And why did he do that?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;M: I don't know&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;D: So we can go to heaven right?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;M: Yeah&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;D: But we can't go to heaven unless Jesus lives in our heart.  Have you  asked him to live in your heart yet Morgann?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;M: No&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;D: No??  What do you mean no?? Why not?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;M: Because I don't want to die&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;D: Just because you ask Jesus into your heart doesn't mean you'll  die!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;M: But you told me before that having Jesus in my heart means I'll die and  go to heaven.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;D: No Morgann, that's not what I said. I said IF you die you'll go to  heaven if you have Jesus in your heart.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;M: But I don't want to die.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;D: I know you don't want to die, and you're not going to!!  Not until you  get old... like, really old.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;M:  But I don't want to get old daddy.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;D: Hmph!  OK, nevermind.  Morgann, all I'm trying to  say is that when you accept Jesus in your heart it makes him happy, it makes me  and mommy happy, and it will make you happy because he is LIVING in your heart,  not dying OK?  It makes you a Christian.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;M: Daddy, I want to go to the circus again with Kristen.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;D: Uh.... what does that have to do with what we're talking about?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;M:  Nothing.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;D: OK, can you just think about what I said and we'll try again next year??   Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-2515387323565160732?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2515387323565160732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=2515387323565160732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2515387323565160732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/2515387323565160732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/selective-memory_22.html' title='Selective Memory'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-751591657229319517</id><published>2008-03-19T17:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:21:19.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's My Award?</title><content type='html'>Today has been a busy day, so the fact that I forgot...wait, let me back up for a second to fill in a few blanks for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning started early (7:15 is early for me!) so I dragged myself out of my warm, comfy bed and showered.  I managed to get fully dressed (this means hair was done &amp;amp; makeup was applied) before the carpet cleaner showed up at the door at 8:15AM.  While our carpets were being cleaned, Ian &amp;amp; I sequestered ourselves in his bedroom to work/play for a few hours.  Around 10:45 Ian &amp;amp; I had a playdate scheduled at our local Chick-fil-A with some of our MOPS friends, then we hit the bank, then headed home for a bit. We were home for about an hour when I received a phone call from my MIL indicating that she would be leaving her house, which meant that Ian &amp;amp; I needed to leave as well - we were going to meet her at a nearby store so that she could pass off my 2 older monkies who had spent last night with her.  Afterward, we hit Target to grab a few things, then headed home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving home, my younger sister called, so I answered and began what turned out to be a long conversation about allot of different topics - your basic chit-chat between sisters :)  When we got home, I pulled into the garage, told all of the kids to grab their stuff and put it away, taking care not to track dirt onto my still damp carpets in the process, then proceeded with my conversation.  I walked into the house, put my stuff away, then began lighting candles scattered around the house...all while chatting away.  Morgann &amp;amp; Alex put their things away, then proceeded to interrupt me about 10 times each, both asking to go play with the neighbor kids who were out in the front yard swinging (on their tree swing).  I stopped talking with my sister long enough to make sure they had put all of their things away, then gave them permission to go play outside for a bit.  They took off out the door, and I continued my conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 30 seconds later, Morgann &amp;amp; Alex came back in and stood in the doorway, staring at me, but not saying a word - which is odd since they'd just spent the better part of 5 minutes following me around the house taking turns interrupting my phone call!  Anyway, I looked at them with a curious look, but didn't bother to ask what was going on.  Alex simply looked at me and said, "What about Ian?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a look, told my sister to hold on, then said, "Yes, Ian can go play too", then went right back to my phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No mom!  What about Ian?  He's still in the car!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gosh!  Hold on, Ian is still in the car!" while running out the door at break-neck pace.  At this point, my younger sister is laughing hysterically and scolding me for being such a bad mother, but I'm only half-way listening as I run, thinking to myself the exact same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was busily talking to my baby sister, catching up on the events of her spring break trip to Florida last week, discussing life away at college, and just general nothing-ness, I had managed to forget to unbuckle Ian from the car seat that he cannot yet undo on his own!  When I finally made it back to the car, he had huge crocodile tears and was breathless - I can only assume he had been yelling &amp;amp; crying in hopes that his dear mommy would come back to release him from the confines of his car seat.  When he jumped out of his chair, I tried to hold him, but he simply pushed me away and exited the car on his own accord - apparently he had a few hurt feelings as well - go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think I deserve the Mother of the Year award, don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-751591657229319517?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/751591657229319517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=751591657229319517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/751591657229319517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/751591657229319517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/wheres-my-award.html' title='Where&apos;s My Award?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4890104529658006934</id><published>2008-03-18T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:52:15.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Her</title><content type='html'>6 years of remembering &lt;a href="http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/search?q=memoriam"&gt;this date&lt;/a&gt;, and yet it still hurts.  Maybe one day it won't hurt quite as bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-4890104529658006934?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4890104529658006934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4890104529658006934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4890104529658006934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4890104529658006934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-her.html' title='I Miss Her'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-814301271734146550</id><published>2008-03-12T15:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:36:53.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living on the Edge...</title><content type='html'>...and getting ready to lose my mind!  If I have complained about being busy before, I was an idiot!  I had no idea what 'busy' really meant.  My life is upside down, turned inside out, and I feel like my head has been disconnected from my body!!!  Life is moving at break-neck pace and I am definitely not keeping up.  My to-do list keeps growing, yet I don't seem to be crossing anything off of the list :(  Here is but a sampling of that list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Finish inputing data for Customer B into Quickbooks.  This would include completely entering data for 3 months of check writing/bill payments, then reconciling bank &amp;amp; credit card statements.  Should have been done with this last Tuesday, but not sure where the time has gone...&lt;br /&gt;2)  Keep up with customer A, file big stack of paperwork that just keeps growing, create a few more file folders for 2008, put a few more 2007 items away, answer phones as can and schedule appointments.&lt;br /&gt;3)  Do laundry 3 days too early because we've all worn almost everything in our drawers/closets...and it's only Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;4)  Grocery shop and get things that we can actually eat for dinner!  You know after spending $150 at the store today buying things that we apparently cannot have for dinner.  Then add to the list items for guests that will be staying with us this weekend since I didn't think about that before going the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;5)  Pull together 6 plastic, filled eggs and be sure to get them to school tomorrow with Morgann.&lt;br /&gt;6)  Crap!  Just remembered that Morgann also needs $2...check wallet...no cash!  Double Crap!!!  Go to the bank when Michael gets home from work because I know that I will not remember to get the cash on the way into school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;7)  Work on read-together project for Alex's homework tonight...somehow finding time &amp;amp; a little piece of quiet with him.&lt;br /&gt;8)  Figure out what we will eat for dinner tonight and get that going.  Probably settle on frozen pizza and salad.&lt;br /&gt;9)  Move furniture around when Michael gets home, then move all of the toys to the appropriate rooms - this is no small feat (and will probably take multiple days) since that means that I will be clearing out the &lt;a href="http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/search?q=playroom"&gt;playroom&lt;/a&gt; to make space for the office that will be moving upstairs soon!&lt;br /&gt;10)  Watch American Idol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?  I'm so busy that even American Idol fell to a lowly #10!!!  What is this world coming to????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-814301271734146550?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/814301271734146550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=814301271734146550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/814301271734146550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/814301271734146550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/living-on-edge.html' title='Living on the Edge...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-6545590531382593240</id><published>2008-03-03T11:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:57:25.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of sports car am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;I'm a Porsche 911!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar/images/911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have a classic style, but you're up-to-date with the latest technology. You're ambitious, competitive, and you love to win.  Performance, precision, and prestige - you're one of the elite, and you know it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Judy posted &lt;a href="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar/"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; onto her blog, so I decided to take it.  I have to say that I'm not even slightly surprised by the results... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-6545590531382593240?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6545590531382593240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=6545590531382593240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6545590531382593240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6545590531382593240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-kind-of-sports-car-am-i.html' title='What kind of sports car am I?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-6588888856670892734</id><published>2008-02-29T12:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:46:29.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out Blue Bell...</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving in just 2 short hours for my weekend-long women's retreat, the one that I was so upset about possibly not going to.  Well, hubby, though not feeling spectacular, has agreed to let me go.  So, I'm packed, showered and almost ready to leave...I can't wait to get out to the country...and probably eat way too much &lt;a href="http://bluebell.com/home.aspx"&gt;Blue Bell Ice Cream&lt;/a&gt;!  Oh yeah, the fellowship and bible study part too...can't wait for that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-6588888856670892734?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6588888856670892734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=6588888856670892734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6588888856670892734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/6588888856670892734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/look-out-blue-bell.html' title='Look Out Blue Bell...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-5786771462073316213</id><published>2008-02-27T11:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:29:34.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Plans, Darn It!</title><content type='html'>4 down...4 of my family are down for the count...the flu has hit our home and I have 4 kiddos sick, fevered and whiny (ok, 1 husband who's being strong and left for work today, but he's still a little whiny).  And, I have plans for the weekend...away from the family...2 1/2 glorious days with my girlfriends at a retreat...with no sick people!  So, this whole flu epidemic thing is really, really bad timing...I cannot get sick!  I've been planning and getting excited, and now this.  Why now?  Why not next week?  Or, better yet, not ever!!!!  We've been taking our vitamins and eating semi-healthy, so why aren't our immune systems in better shape?  I've been washing my hands so much that they are dry and irritated...just like me.  I'm irritated that everyone is sick and doing their best to ruin my weekend...this is MY weekend and I cannot get sick!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-5786771462073316213?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5786771462073316213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=5786771462073316213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5786771462073316213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/5786771462073316213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-plans-darn-it.html' title='I Have Plans, Darn It!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13798866.post-4400068859680000196</id><published>2008-02-22T19:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:30:50.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Problem!</title><content type='html'>I have a problem...it's one that affects millions of women (I hope anyway!) so it's a relief to know that I am not alone.  But, I'm willing to admit that I have a problem, unlike so many of you out there.  So, here it goes...my confession:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when I woke up this morning, I had absolutely no intention of turning myself blue &amp;amp; white.  Never, in my wildest dreams, did it cross my mind that by the end of the day, my back, neck and arms would be aching so badly that I would beg for a hot bath and Ibuprofen.  Did it ever cross my mind that my children would be left to run amok around the house, backyard and neighbor's yard?  No, it did not!  I had absolutely no intention of doing anything that might be referred to as 'strenuous' or 'messy'.  And, I most certainly did not think that by the end of the day, I'd be telling my children, "You may not, under any circumstances, use your bathroom tonight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have a problem, and it's a serious one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With absolutely no plan of action, I decided to paint the kid's bathroom!  I've had the paint since November, but for some unknown reason, I decided that today was the day that I needed to actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;use&lt;/span&gt; it.  And, one would think that since painting a room of any size might require all day, I would have started bright and early...or at least prior to 3PM.  But, did I?  Nope - I started painting at 3:30!  I gave myself exactly 2 hours to get the bathroom ready to paint, to paint, and to clean up, before dinner time!  And, did I meet that deadline?  Nope to that one too!  I finished 1/2 of the bathroom exactly 45 minutes ago, and still have at least 2 hours worth of painting to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's for dinner? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Michael brings home for us :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13798866-4400068859680000196?l=chaoticadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4400068859680000196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13798866&amp;postID=4400068859680000196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4400068859680000196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13798866/posts/default/4400068859680000196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaoticadventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-problem.html' title='I Have a Problem!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900396638432445374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ3BufHrQNQ/TbMzHgErV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/lz-Q4TkII6A/s220/DSC_1433.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
