<?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-8235669586968338581</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:19:56.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>With Arms Wide Open</title><subtitle type='html'>I can glorify Him and welcome new adventures.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-6422204720433532399</id><published>2011-03-29T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T13:20:52.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Time...For Me</title><content type='html'>Every two weeks, Richard and I get a little personal money from the budget to spend on ourselves, on whatever we want. We call it Blow Money. Richard is great with his, he spends it all on himself: ammo, beer, lunch out, a new video game...something just for him. Me, on the other hand, not so good. Curtains, dishes, decor piece here, or new comforter (I saved). Yes, I have House Money for this stuff but by adding my spending to the total, I don't have to wait for things. No Patience! No Waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard had to give me a talk last week after I bought a wardrobe. He explained this wasn't what that money was intended for and wasn't healthy for me. Like a person who pours too much of her time into kids, husband and house. If I don't take care of myself, If I don't spend time and a little money on me then I can't be the wife, friend, mother I was intended to be. Richard said all this much nicer but this is the jist of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes to hear when they need to work on something like patience or for me to hear that I am not doing fun things for myself. It was really eye opening to me and I appreciate Richard's openness with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is what I have been working on. Trying too at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my amazing mother-in-law watched Ryan a second time that week and I got to run errands but most importantly, just go shopping. I had so much fun and was able to find 3 pairs of jeans! Ok, that was Clothing Money but still - made my week and really made me realize what I had been missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I ventured to the new clothing store at the Outlet Mall, Goody's and found a fabulous new purse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I did great these two weeks but old habits die hard. We have a wedding coming up and people staying with us and there are a few things I need to get. Do I continue to save House Money or add my Blow Money and get this stuff this week. That is one of my current struggles. I am thinking a pedicure might just be the solution - anyone want to come?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCzVKyj8peM/TZIiqWzUeMI/AAAAAAAAASE/gGhyMEr80Rk/s1600/DSCN5759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCzVKyj8peM/TZIiqWzUeMI/AAAAAAAAASE/gGhyMEr80Rk/s320/DSCN5759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589568198590888130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new purse - can't get the color to come out right with the camera. It's actually more of a watermelon color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-6422204720433532399?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6422204720433532399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=6422204720433532399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6422204720433532399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6422204720433532399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2011/03/taking-timefor-me.html' title='Taking Time...For Me'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCzVKyj8peM/TZIiqWzUeMI/AAAAAAAAASE/gGhyMEr80Rk/s72-c/DSCN5759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-2506758496039083349</id><published>2011-01-27T14:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:50:32.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More food!</title><content type='html'>I thought that by having something to post each week, I would be more faithful. Apparently not. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been harder these past two weeks. Richard has changed up his eating in order to lose more weight - big breakfast, salad for lunch &amp; protein shake for dinner. While I applaud him, it's hard to make dinner for just me and then nothing sounds good or I just eat over the kitchen sink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my latest dishes (and I get to show off my new dishes...well some of them. I have mixed white, red and black together!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TUHXtuDnfZI/AAAAAAAAARc/ysyM6-Wedjc/s1600/DSCN5591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TUHXtuDnfZI/AAAAAAAAARc/ysyM6-Wedjc/s320/DSCN5591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566967794863930770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Three Cheese Radiatore.&lt;/span&gt; Basically, tossed lasagna with fun noodles and I do mean FUN! The noodes have this funny feeling in your mouth - I couldn't help smiling over this dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TUHXtZTndFI/AAAAAAAAARU/rCrWVJTJdfk/s1600/DSCN5587.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/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TUHXtZTndFI/AAAAAAAAARU/rCrWVJTJdfk/s320/DSCN5587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566967789293892690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL. &lt;br /&gt;This was an attempt at a quick pizza with mozzarella and feta cheese. The dough didn't need to rise before hand but the result was more bread like and not like a crust. Tasted more like having a breadstick with pasta sauce and cheese. Also a disappointment because I was supposed to go to Panera but the weather was bad. I really did appreciate Richard trying to lift my spirits and help me make this a yummy dinner - but nothing can compare to Panera's potato soup in a fresh bread bowl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-2506758496039083349?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2506758496039083349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=2506758496039083349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/2506758496039083349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/2506758496039083349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-food.html' title='More food!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TUHXtuDnfZI/AAAAAAAAARc/ysyM6-Wedjc/s72-c/DSCN5591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-7313544194168122141</id><published>2011-01-07T15:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:53:00.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD!</title><content type='html'>UGH...I have been meaning and meaning and meaning to post but life and holidays happen. Good news, I have still been cooking and have three fabulous meals to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TSeNLg1puEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WQh-4oV8CJU/s1600/DSCN5539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TSeNLg1puEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WQh-4oV8CJU/s320/DSCN5539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559567493945210946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TSeNLHsXlCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7a06z0US4As/s1600/DSCN5538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TSeNLHsXlCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7a06z0US4As/s320/DSCN5538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559567487195386914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These first two are my Chicken Stuffing Roulade. Richard gave it a 9 out of 10 - totally made my day. It turned out to be a super easy recipe and is just chicken breast, butterfly cut and wrapped around skillet stuffing and tied with dental floss (no, not the mint kinda - I didn't have any cooking string). FABULOUS! I can't wait to try it with a turkey breast when I am hungry for Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TSeNKu-9_bI/AAAAAAAAAQo/MCfDs8y_5u0/s1600/DSCN5432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TSeNKu-9_bI/AAAAAAAAAQo/MCfDs8y_5u0/s320/DSCN5432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559567480562515378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dish was Asian Chicken with Fried Rice and a Cabbage salad. The chicken had jam, soy sauce, olive oil and sesame oil. I thought it was really good. Rich was kinda meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TSeNKGl830I/AAAAAAAAAQg/APAUiP-6kxI/s1600/DSCN5415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TSeNKGl830I/AAAAAAAAAQg/APAUiP-6kxI/s320/DSCN5415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559567469720166210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last picture is regular spaghetti but I was working on my plating arrangement more and twisted it before putting it on the plate. The special item is the Mozzarella sticks in the background. SO EASY TO MAKE!! I was stunned. The only think I would warn is making sure the oil is super, super hot....otherwise the cheese melts, burns and makes a horrible mess in the oil. Recipe is: String Mozzarella - roll in flour, dip in egg/milk mixture, roll in bread crumbs and drop in HOT oil. Very yummy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-7313544194168122141?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7313544194168122141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=7313544194168122141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/7313544194168122141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/7313544194168122141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2011/01/food.html' title='FOOD!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TSeNLg1puEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WQh-4oV8CJU/s72-c/DSCN5539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-3644010712771824615</id><published>2010-12-09T09:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T10:22:40.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Move-Over Attitude</title><content type='html'>I admit, I do not have a "teaching attitude" or much patience. Instead of helping someone learn how to do something on their own, say on the computer, I tend to say/think, "oh just let me do it", take control and just do it myself, thinking I can do it better, faster and move on to other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this attitude was fostered as a big sister with little time for mistakes. Something I would go back and change. Now that I have a son, it's like a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so deeply inspired by my friend, Julie and her blog, Breezy Acres Farm. She is such an awesome mom and has so many creative ideas. One thing, I have noticed, she doesn't seem to mind organized messes and uses all kinds of fun things to develop all 5 senses in her kids. Paint, sensory tubs, bean tubs, paint jobs, pasta tubs, home-made pumpkin play-dough...she is incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, all that background for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Ryan has been in the kitchen with me while I bake or make dinner. My "Move-Over Attitude" has been full of "no" and "don't touch" and much exasperation. With Julie's influence, I have realized, I don't need to tell him "no"! After all, he is just curious and has never experienced any of this stuff before! So, I let Ryan feel the flour, stick his hands in the butter or batter. Play with the measuring cups or tell him what I am making. I let him smell the vanilla and spices! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, it's been freeing and a lot of fun - I didn't expect that at all. I know Ryan is a little young for a lot of stuff just yet, but I like planning and thinking about these things. I don't want to miss these special opportunities and memories because I was too busy or too impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Julie for being such a fantastic example!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-3644010712771824615?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3644010712771824615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=3644010712771824615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/3644010712771824615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/3644010712771824615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/12/move-over-attitude.html' title='Move-Over Attitude'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-1561410572454400077</id><published>2010-12-06T10:47:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:58:38.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Julie and Julia - Just Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TP0yU7ndSRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Et64uNDU-08/s1600/it%2527s%2Ba%2Bgood%2Blife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TP0yU7ndSRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Et64uNDU-08/s320/it%2527s%2Ba%2Bgood%2Blife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547645651172280594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook and bake! LOVE IT! Couple problems however:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Like with a musical instrument, there are those who can cook and those who CAN COOK. I am in the first category. I don't have a lot of experience with fancy stuff and I am just not very creative and my experiments are just "ok".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rut - cooking normal stuff is so much easier, worry free and I know what to shop for. On the other hand, I get so tired of the same old stuff, the same old menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Between work, house, life, baby and hubby...I don't have the time! Nice/fancy stuff takes time and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;careful&lt;/span&gt; reading of the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. While I love good food, I have a simple palate and there are a number of foods I don't like, (olives, any nuts, fresh tomatoes and mushrooms-most of the time) and lots of foods I haven't tried (capers...) and am a little anxious to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. New recipes take new ingredients and what if I don't like that recipe and never use that ingredient again!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, lots of procrastination!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I found on Netflix, Pantry Raid. It's from 2007 but it's really cool! Chef Michael Schulson goes to homes and raids the pantry and shows these women how to make new, fun, easy stuff with the ingredients they already have in their pantry! Then he shows them how to do plate presentations - making it look so very fancy! I have been impressed and eager to try these, and other, new recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus begins my new-meal-a-week adventure, "It's A Good Life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I made - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.F. Chang Lettuce Wraps with Jasmine rice and Rotisserie-Chicken Eggrolls.&lt;/span&gt; I LOVED IT! I wish I had taken a picture!! These kinda look like what I made to give you a visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TP0sGw2m90I/AAAAAAAAAQM/TRZWkfUhtgI/s1600/Chicken-Lettuce_wraps-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TP0sGw2m90I/AAAAAAAAAQM/TRZWkfUhtgI/s320/Chicken-Lettuce_wraps-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547638810695104322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had special guests join us - Julie and The Food Critic. Ok, not exactly food critic...just a super good cook, who KNOWS good food. I was so nervous but it turned out well and they both said it was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a few things like Sesame oil and Rice Vinegar but it was fun to shop for and now I have a couple other recipes to use them in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pros -&lt;/span&gt; it was a good, light dinner. It will be easier next time because I will have a better idea what I am doing. I liked the "true asian" taste the food had with the addition of the oil and vinegar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cons - &lt;/span&gt;took time to mix all the sauces, cut all the veggies and then assemble it all. Would have been easier with two people. I should have diced the chicken instead of having small, bite-size pieces. I think then it would have been easier to pick up the lettuce wrap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Next time - &lt;/span&gt; I will try adding a splash of the Sesame oil to the egg rolls. Add mushrooms and water chestnuts later to the stir-fry and add crunchy noodles and maybe....maybe some cashews or almonds.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a taste of this week's special meal: Spaghetti and rolls and mozzarella sticks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMMM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-1561410572454400077?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1561410572454400077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=1561410572454400077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/1561410572454400077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/1561410572454400077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-julie-and-julia-just-me.html' title='Not Julie and Julia - Just Me'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TP0yU7ndSRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Et64uNDU-08/s72-c/it%2527s%2Ba%2Bgood%2Blife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-1131265152069560017</id><published>2010-10-27T07:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T07:32:31.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Reconsidered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgbvLBgSOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mmFgMwTO0qk/s1600/time-warp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgbvLBgSOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mmFgMwTO0qk/s320/time-warp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532702639451556066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From My All-Time Favorite Author - C.S. Lewis. This morning's devotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should like to deal with a difficulty that some people find about the whole idea of prayer. A man put it to me by saying &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'I can believe in God all right, but what I cannot swallow is the idea of Him attending to several hundred million human beings who are all addressing Him at the same moment.' &lt;/span&gt; And I have found that quite a lot of people feel this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the first thing to notice is that the whole sting of it comes in the words&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; at the same moment&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Most of us can imagine God attending to any number of applicants if only they came one by one and He had an endless time to do it in. So what is really at the back of this difficulty is the idea of God having to fit too many things into one moment of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is of course what happens to us. Our life comes to us moment by moment. One moment disappears before the next comes along: and there is room for very little in each. That is what Time is like. And of course you and I tend to take it for granted that this Time series - this arrangement of past, present and future - is not simply the way life comes to us but the way all things really exist. We tend to assume that the whole universe and God Himself are always moving on from past to future just as we do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - - from Mere Christianity, "A Year With C.S. Lewis"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-1131265152069560017?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1131265152069560017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=1131265152069560017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/1131265152069560017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/1131265152069560017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-reconsidered.html' title='Time Reconsidered'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgbvLBgSOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mmFgMwTO0qk/s72-c/time-warp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-3604004778181756304</id><published>2010-10-24T15:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T15:56:19.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh - Young Love!</title><content type='html'>I think our neighbor across the street was once a Death Eater because he is always scowling and grumbling and never smiles among other things. I think he changed sides though, because he has a beautiful red truck and good guys have red trucks. For all that and more, I call him - Mr. Capulet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Capulet has a beautiful daughter and like all Juliet's, she has a handsome Romeo. For the past few months, Romeo has picked up Juliet for school every morning in his Luna Green antique car (sorry I don't know what type it is) and then bringing her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so cute to watch them this summer when they get back from school. They sit in the car with the windows down and talk for a while or the sit on the hood of the car. Before they part, Romeo pulls Juliet into his arms as he leans against his car and just holds her and whispers in her ear. They are just so cute! He walks her to her door and then once back in the car he honks a special tune/code until her garage door shuts. Aww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it works out for them (well, not like Shakespeare's tale). I love watching them and they are so in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of when Richard and I were dating. All the sweet, stolen moments. The long talks. Sweet memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-3604004778181756304?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3604004778181756304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=3604004778181756304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/3604004778181756304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/3604004778181756304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahh-young-love.html' title='Ahh - Young Love!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-5904389309929071114</id><published>2010-10-01T17:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T22:31:56.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TKampFCgAOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/solVbxlPUAM/s1600/high-speed-police-chase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TKampFCgAOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/solVbxlPUAM/s320/high-speed-police-chase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523285217674002658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just supposed to be a movie and pizza run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a long day; work, fussy baby, trip to Wichita and back. I was tired, grumpy and my blood sugar was low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the movie, mentally complaining about having to drive all the way across Newton. The drive-thru at pizza Hut took forever - someone's order wasn't quite ready. With my pizza in tow, I jumped on the on ramp for HWY 50 and headed West for home...of course behind a semi truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was coming up to where the road joins into one  - 4 or 5 cop cars were ahead of the semi and laying out strips across the road. I thought it was those speed trap things. The semi slowwwwwed and pulled off and parked on the shoulder and I followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in my rear-view mirror, I saw the black sports car behind me had also pulled over. To my SHOCK and HORROR behind the black car was about 50 cop cars covering the the road and grass. The cops all jumped out, stood behind their doors and pulled their firearms and were pointing them in my direction. Overhead a police helicopter swarmed. Traffic was stopped heading East. It was just like in the movies only it was REAL!! The police dogs were going berserk and barking their heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody moved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked and called Richard - I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I barely had time to tell him what was going on when the cops started yelling something. I hung-up and rolled down my window, keeping my hands in view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GET OUT OF THE CAR!!" "GET OUT OF THE CAR NOW!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody moved. I was so very nervous. Pretty sure time stopped. The cops kept yelling. I kept thinking of my little family; of my husband so close and yet so very far away. I had left grumpy - had I told him I loved him? Had I kissed him goodbye? Why in the world had I been so grumpy!? It seemed so petty  - life seemed to be suddenly clear and in perspective. I wanted to cry, I just wanted to go home, I could even see the trees of my house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police were still yelling. I suddenly began to wonder what I should do if the situation turned worse. What do the people in random cars do in the movies when everyone starts shooting?! The movies never show that. I did lock my doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, the guy in the car behind me got out of the car, with his hands up. He was made to walk backward and pull up his shirt (he did listen and started to do it wrong - which heightened the tention and the police started yelling more). He had no firearm in his waistband and at last he walked backwards far enough and the police takled him. Once he was down, the other cops and dogs swarmed his car (which was right behind me) all with their weapons drawn and started checking it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police in front of me, pulled up the spikes and the semi driver pulled out. Not sure what to do I followed him and went home clasped into the arms of the love of my life and told him how much I loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It put so many things into perspective for me. I'm not sure I can put it down in black and white. I don't need to make such a big deal about all the little things. I don't need to be in such a hurry and truly remember what and who is truly important to me. Time to SLOW down. Time to say, "I love you more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: I have been all over the internet but can't find a word of what was going on or what the guy was in trouble for. A co-worker of Richard's told him he had seen the cops and the guy in the high speed chase all the way back in Park City!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-5904389309929071114?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5904389309929071114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=5904389309929071114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/5904389309929071114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/5904389309929071114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-words.html' title='Last Words'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TKampFCgAOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/solVbxlPUAM/s72-c/high-speed-police-chase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-6395941626405479062</id><published>2010-09-27T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:23:52.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG!!</title><content type='html'>Hey - sorry this is brief but I'm trying to get the word out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Community Church now has a blog and I am trying to get it off the ground and flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://gracecommmunity.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the link above if you are interested in following!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-6395941626405479062?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6395941626405479062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=6395941626405479062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6395941626405479062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6395941626405479062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-blog.html' title='NEW BLOG!!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-598537816139016711</id><published>2010-08-27T09:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:28:27.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just NOT Fair</title><content type='html'>So, the last couple of weeks have been kinda stressful with Ryan. Richard has been an incredible help and I appreciate that but he can't be here of minute of the day. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome little eater is now fussy and I have to switch back and forth and back and forth every couple of minutes. Twenty minutes of down time with him has turned into ten minutes of fussy and screaming. I know he is eating some because I see it in his mouth as he screams (which then makes him cough and spit it all over my face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because he is eating for less amount of time, he wants to nurse every 2 - 2 1/2hrs...more fussing and screaming. Oh and biting and pulling, which gets him a pop on the mouth, which = more fussing and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have checked his gums but nothing there, he doesn't seem to have an earache or anything. Some people suggest he is just growing. I know he is, he finally fits into his sleeper - all but his feet, his poor little toes are cramped. I think Ryan must have got his Grandpa Ruebke's feet because Richard nor I have big feet...wonder if he will be good at basketball. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry - I am not meaning to complain. It's just day three of ramped up crying, he even cried all morning visiting his aunties yesterday (sorry, girls). I am frazzled and exceedingly tired. Ah - more screaming through his closed bedroom door and it's 8:30am...on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess who is around when Ryan decides to be the perfect little Gap baby - - - DADDY! Last night, Ryan was crying his lungs out but was super good when Daddy got home and decided to smile, coo, laugh and go happily to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not fair....   :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-598537816139016711?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/598537816139016711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=598537816139016711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/598537816139016711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/598537816139016711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-not-fair.html' title='Just NOT Fair'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-8319649169196139284</id><published>2010-08-14T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T11:48:59.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;Days and weekends fly by...so much to do and be done. It's already August 2010 - where did 2008 go? Like a vapor - poof...it's gone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every have fun things that you mean to do or really want to do but don't get around to it?? I have a list a mile long!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go out to dinner with _______&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try that new restaurant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invite so-and-so over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read a book out loud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go canoeing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to _____&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try a new recipe...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we have expanded our family, this seems to bother me a bit more...time has become important - precious (just like sleep!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in an effort to slow down time, or just plan ahead, I taking action! Stepping up to the plate. I am saying, "NO" to time slipping away and am planning! (I am also blogging about it for some accountability).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thought is to have something fun that either Richard and I do (like a special date) or something the three of us do together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;July: Paintball!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; This was the most fun I have had in a really, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; long time!! My dear friend Lindsay was so sweet and watched Ryan so Richard and I got to go shoot kids (no seriously, we went with the Igniter Youth group)!! I was really proud of Richard - he was like super ninja out there and I was impressed with his skill. Guess those hours of World of Warfare have paid off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;August: Waterpark!&lt;/b&gt; August 13, we celebrated Richard's 28th birthday!!! Having known Richard since he was 13 - it's just bewildering that he should be 28...again, where did time go?? We are also, heading out today to McPherson's waterpark!!! Last time we went was two years ago for our 2nd anniversary so I am super excited to be going back! Although, it should be interesting with a 3 month old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;September: Zoo/Run! &lt;/b&gt;I have many, many memories of the Wichita Zoo. Richard hasn't been in YEARS! My hope is that it will be much cooler and just the three of us can take a day and chill, maybe even take a picnic lunch. Also, we are both going to be involved in Grace's "Run For Hope" 5K. Richard is running...Ryan and I will take the easy way with the stroller. Still, it should be lots of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;October: Pennsylvania! &lt;/b&gt;We are taking a whole week to visit Richard's relatives in PA and we are FLYING!! I am soo happy - no 20hr drive with a 5 month old. Also, Richard's sister in Washington State and her hubby are flying to PA for the same week so we get to hang out with them. We haven't seen Tea and Jay since their wedding in May of '09 :-( and they have yet to meet Ryan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's all the big stuff for now. I am hoping to get a couple of those new restaurant dates in a few of those months. I also need to talk to Richard and see what's on his "Fun List." I will keep you posted!!&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/8235669586968338581-8319649169196139284?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8319649169196139284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=8319649169196139284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/8319649169196139284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/8319649169196139284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/08/speed-of-life.html' title='Speed of Life'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-1376780310436416443</id><published>2010-08-01T17:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:55:04.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains and Tracks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It seems that around here there is always something that needs to be done, something to be washed, put away, picked up, made...etc. At times it all gets jumbled in my mind and I get my priorities all mixed up and think that I have to do it all because it's all my responsibility. Then I get all frustrated because I can't get it done and I am exhausted. I CAN'T SHUT OFF MY BRAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wonderful husband sat me down today and because he knows how much word pictures help, told me that everything is like trains on their tracks. When I try and do everything and don't communicate, all the tracks get mixed up and trains derail. I need help. Everything does NOT have to be done today and it's not lazy to sit back and enjoy the quiet of a lazy afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny but an hour later, Richard had some trains derail (his speech came back and bit him in the butt!). But that's why you have to be teammates in a marriage. I like being there for him to encourage and help sort things out. It's nice not to be alone.&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/8235669586968338581-1376780310436416443?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1376780310436416443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=1376780310436416443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/1376780310436416443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/1376780310436416443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/08/trains-and-tracks.html' title='Trains and Tracks'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-3449395002691951310</id><published>2010-06-27T18:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:56:28.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends? I Don't Think So!</title><content type='html'>Dogs are supposed to be man's best friend. Friends have good and loyal dogs and there are "best friend" dogs in movies. You know, the ones who follow their master everywhere, love to play but can entertain themselves, relatively stay out of trouble and love their family with their whole heart for their whole lives and everyone cries when the dear dog dies at the end. I never figured I would ever have a dog. Reason being, I am just not much of a dog person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't like being slobbered on.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't stand dog hair in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; house (it doesn't bother me at friend's homes)&lt;br /&gt;3. After being bitten by a little dog, I am afraid of being bitten again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, I am content ignoring and being ignored by a dog. Growing up, dogs were strictly outside and were just...there. I only paid attention to one when it was dark and I needed a companion to run with to the mailbox in the dark. Yet, here I am with a dog of my and living 99% of the time inside our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What caused the change? A movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marley and Me" to be exact. Seeing that movie and especially how much he meant to the kids, I realized I wanted my kids to grow up with a dog of their very own. That meant, however, that we had to get a dog right away because I was determined to have him trained &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; before any kids joined our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had Kelso for 1 1/2 years now and I really can't imagine life without him. Although he forgets some of his manners in his excitement with company over, he has become the ideal dog for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the reason for this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, Kelso was more attached to Richard and still is to a great extent. Kelso waits for him to come home every day for work and wakes up with us in the morning hoping to be taken for a run. Generally, Kelso and I just leave each other alone. I play ball with him, let him out and so on but that's been about it. I do have to admit that I have been a bit jealous of how much Kelso adores Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with Ryan here, I have spent more time at home and this has caused Kelso and I to, unconsciously, bond. I hadn't realized this until the other day when I ran to put something in the mail. Kelso slipped through the door and followed me. NOT to run away or chase something but just to be with me! He followed me right back in the house and didn't try to run away. I tested this again later in the day when I went to get the mail....Same thing happened!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching Kelso more closely these past couple of days and he follows me everywhere...not for attention (which I sooo appreciate!) but just to hang out. He follows me into a room and curls up in the door and waits for me to finish in that room and then follows me to the next. I kinda like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just wants to hang out, doesn't ask for attention or anything. He barks once before someone comes to the door, keeps me company, makes me feel safe when I'm alone and just hangs out with me. Granted he can still drive me up the wall but still, he is pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelso has become my movie star dog...my dog "best friend" without me even realizing it and I wouldn't trade him for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-3449395002691951310?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3449395002691951310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=3449395002691951310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/3449395002691951310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/3449395002691951310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-friends-i-dont-think-so.html' title='Best Friends? I Don&apos;t Think So!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-6867071435773582977</id><published>2010-06-13T20:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:48:22.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TBWJLlUeROI/AAAAAAAAAPM/68PkG0Wq-HA/s1600/DSCN4320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TBWJLlUeROI/AAAAAAAAAPM/68PkG0Wq-HA/s320/DSCN4320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482438953482994914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flooding at the golf course at 11am Sunday. Bottom pictures are from 7pm Sunday...we were amazed at how fast it receded. Guess we will see how much more flooding we will get after tonight's rain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TBWJLfd5lWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6w8Bqbe9810/s1600/DSCN4319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TBWJLfd5lWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6w8Bqbe9810/s320/DSCN4319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482438951911920994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TBWJK14CYjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wL5JJirsBe4/s1600/DSCN4318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TBWJK14CYjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wL5JJirsBe4/s320/DSCN4318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482438940747260466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TBWIrQKSPGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gfxieGtEd6Y/s1600/DSCN4317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAY - WEEK 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TAmqZrt7ERI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bFlDYYtcgVE/s320/DSCN4201.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479097779881709842" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TAmqaLbQfsI/AAAAAAAAANE/OUrsXKrWX1s/s320/DSCN4219.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479097788393356994" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TAksIfMe-SI/AAAAAAAAAME/-HZ2cnzVA2Q/s320/DSCN4139.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478958945997355298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan Edward joined our family on May 5 - 2 days late but right on time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TAksJbusKSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/G-pncXqDp7I/s320/DSCN4168.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478958962246953250" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Richard graduated with his Masters in Business. Ryan and I were so pleased to be able to be there to see him walk across the stage and be hooded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Week 2 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Richard goes back to work...sniff!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan meets his first girl and is smitten with Miss Calla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First bath - Kelso was very concerned &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan figures out that Dad &amp;amp; Mom's bed is very nice &amp;amp; prefers to sleep there (this no longer is an option for Mr. Ryan)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TAmpEYm-3LI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9ESEcPxS4MA/s320/DSCN4190.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479096314463444146" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TAmpD53IlyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ZNcaO1hS39U/s320/DSCN4180.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479096306209691426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TAmqY206TaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zabukFFTn6I/s320/DSCN4221.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479097765683940770" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Week 3 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; We take our first family trip...to BRANSON, MO with our Small Group (well...most of the group) for 5 days!! We had soo much fun with everyone - games, movie that Bret slept through, thrown rolls, golf, pool time and just hanging out together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TAmvA54QOBI/AAAAAAAAANM/JW6gjwS9ATo/s320/DSCN4237.JPG" /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TAmvBtnkwTI/AAAAAAAAANU/IEIe6BzN6Eg/s320/DSCN4254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week 4 -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My 26th birthday and Memorial weekend. Sadly, I completely forgot my camera and have only this one picture from our weekend...Ryan's first movie - SHREK! Also, dinner at Sumo's with my folks for my birthday - love their food!! We did have a busy but awesome Memorial weekend grilling out several times, hanging with friends and watching GLEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TAmySgvvnvI/AAAAAAAAANk/jc4vy9JSLes/s320/DSCN4261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TAmySLme3AI/AAAAAAAAANc/deR2ifZ0gv8/s320/DSCN4262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is probably so much more that I am forgetting but I think you all get the gist. It's so incredible to see how much Ryan is growing and changing everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful for my amazing husband. He has been so steady and encouraging to me these past weeks. Also, for some reason, I am sleeping very soundly and it has been Richard who gets up every night for the past four weeks and gotten up with Ryan and brought him to me. I am out like a log!! I appreciate how not once has he complained or been grumpy...and he has been running on much less sleep then I have!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going back to work on the 7th. We will see how that goes. In on sense, I am really excited and ready to go back. I love what I do and I love the people I work with and have missed the daily interaction. On the other hand...he is so little and what if he needs me...and...and... Right now, Grandma and Nana will be watching Ryan the two days I will be at work. Both are extremely capable and I know Ryan will get lots of loving especially from all the aunts and uncles!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to what June has to offer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-3125323620270310419?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/3125323620270310419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=3125323620270310419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/3125323620270310419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/3125323620270310419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/06/busiest-four-weekever.html' title='Busiest Four Week...EVER!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TAmqZrt7ERI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bFlDYYtcgVE/s72-c/DSCN4201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-6520106361683450919</id><published>2010-04-20T12:39:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:05:20.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts From Kelso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Life ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now been with my owners for a full year and I must say life is pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get up with Richard and hang out while he gets ready for work. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curl back in my bed until Anna gets up and prepares for work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am then confined to the kitchen until Anna returns (I don't mind too much. I have toys to play with and I love curling up in my bed and looking out of the patio doors as the world zooms by.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I continue to have a lazy afternoon until about 4pm. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I literally &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt; for 4pm. I know Richard will be coming home soon and I can hardly contain my joy and excitement!!! I lay on the floor and stare at the front door - Anna is usually up from her nap by this time so she opens the front door and I balance on my back legs and look out the screen door whenever I hear a car door shut.  As soon as I see Richard pull in I go running to tell Anna, I look up at her and wag my tail furiously and then run back to the door and then back to Anna until Richard comes in. Happiest part of my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rest of my day is spent playing around and trying to entice somebody to play with me...I never get tired of playing fetch with my ball!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, something big has been brewing. I am not sure what - though, but I am very curious. First there was a lot of activity in the spare bedroom, new furniture, lots of boxes...I don't know what to make of all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can also tell something is up with Anna...she has good days and bad days. On good days she tries to do too much around the house and I have to keep an eye on her like Richard tells me to everyday. When I think she has been doing enough, I follow her around even more and stare at her - this makes her feel very guilty. If Anna tries to be stubborn, I give a single bark (I am really not supposed to bark at all) and stand in her way until she gives up and curls up in her chair or takes a nap. I am very proud of myself and take my responsibilities &lt;i&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;seriously much to Anna's annoyance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On bad days, I can tell she is hurting and I worry about her and follow her all around and when Richard is home I try and tell him something is up and he needs to make it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then the above, life is pretty sweet. I love it when people come over - I think it is strictly to see me and do my best to let each person know how happy I am to see them and how much I can love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please...come play with me!!&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/8235669586968338581-6520106361683450919?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6520106361683450919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=6520106361683450919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6520106361683450919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6520106361683450919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoughts-from-kelso.html' title='Thoughts From Kelso'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-5867789376329127550</id><published>2010-04-15T12:17:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:59:19.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Long Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37 weeks - after nine weeks of worrying, it's sweet relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more worrying if "this is it," and making everything stop (two trips to the hospital plus countless evenings), no more confinement to a recliner where ever I go, no more avoiding high energy or holding in laughter and trying to stay calm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sarah, Brian, Christina...you guys didn't really help with that ;-)   )&lt;/span&gt;, no more stress and worry about Tigger being a preemie and if he would be ok, no more worry about could I be a good mom to a preemie like Julie J. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this week I have been much more relaxed and patient (until the hormones hit). It's like life is finally going to be ok. I can move around the house and get some stuff done - after work and a long nap of course! It's been great to actually make a meal and not just see what I can slap together or wait for Richard to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only having half the contractions I was - at first I was so upset.  "I will never have this baby!" I wailed. My awesome husband, my strong  tower, assured me this is a good thing - it gives me a chance to rest and  find joy again. He is so right...as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how exhausted and drained I really was for all those weeks. It's been incredible to have energy, to feel clear minded and be able to do things!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a super clean house, I wiped out both cars, have painted my toes  (yes, I can still reach them!!), am caught up in all my journals, have a  couple of books to read and have a few meals, lots of cookies and  muffins (you can see where my priorities lay) in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel like I can actually focus more on Richard, his needs, spend quality time with  him and just relax in the evenings together. Granted, I am still 9 months pregnant and super uncomfortable but at least, I can enjoy being with him instead of timing contractions! It's just been nice to have the two of us and reconnect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now - I would love for my next post to be all about Tigger, but it's ok if it's not...I think, maybe... ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-5867789376329127550?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5867789376329127550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=5867789376329127550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/5867789376329127550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/5867789376329127550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-long-last.html' title='At Long Last'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-2541262394939858064</id><published>2010-04-11T12:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:38:34.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessert First</title><content type='html'>I love Spring!  Fall is my favorite season but I am always surprised by Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always starts with the Wheeping Willow trees, just a gentle mist of green that makes you look twice - it that really green or just a trick of the eyes?? Gradually, the flowers, here and there, begin to bud and blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge Bradford Pear tree in my front yard - this year it is beyond majestic...I can't stop looking at it! It's just completely covered in large white blossoms. Just outside a back window I have a little Redbud tree - while not as glorious as my pear tree, I still enjoy the dash of pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two trees have been in their peak for quiet some time now. Only yesterday, did I notice that the leaves are just beginning to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about it before but I love how the flowers come first and then the leaves...Beauty and then the necessary. Kinda like having an awesome dessert before the main course. You don't see that very often in life - first trial then joy, hard times then happiness, pain then relief. But here is a rare treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why Spring is so special, especially after a long cold winter - DESSERT! God's little treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something that I have been thinking about the last couple of days  - it makes me smile. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-2541262394939858064?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/2541262394939858064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=2541262394939858064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/2541262394939858064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/2541262394939858064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/04/dessert-first.html' title='Dessert First'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-6317728735031258379</id><published>2010-03-22T15:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:51:13.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Dog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S6fWYi86O2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/xNVhd9IXvI8/s1600-h/westie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S6fWYi86O2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/xNVhd9IXvI8/s320/westie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451561591142759266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to post pictures of the new carpet and re-arrangement of the house but...we are still working on it and everything is just a mess so we will have to wait. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the warmer weather, Kelso has started to shed his winter coat. Usually, Westies don't shed &lt;i&gt;at all!&lt;/i&gt; So what he has been shedding has drove me not only totally nuts but up the wall as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(The first picture is not Kelso but what a Westie should look like)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S6fXI-1Sf2I/AAAAAAAAALE/HeP48KrLiG8/s320/WhiteTanChihuahua.jpeg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451562423260708706" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, I armed myself with the dog razor and a bunch of treats. Poor Kelso, just stood on the chair - didn't make a sound while I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; butchered him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, his hair is now shorter but it was &lt;b&gt;sooo bad&lt;/b&gt; that Richard had to totally go over him again on Sunday just to make it look somewhat better. Again, Kelso just stood there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This second picture is also not Kelso...but it's really what he looks like now!! I wanted to post his picture but he was too mortified and refused to let me take his picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally understand. He has many bald spots...it's just so sad. I feel horrible every time I look at him. At least hair will grow back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did offer to trim Richard's hair for him...from his response, I don't think he will let me and a razor be in the same room with him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-6317728735031258379?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6317728735031258379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=6317728735031258379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6317728735031258379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6317728735031258379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/03/poor-dog.html' title='Poor Dog...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S6fWYi86O2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/xNVhd9IXvI8/s72-c/westie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-4193813581753939830</id><published>2010-02-20T13:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:07:40.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just love our Small Group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few weeks we have been talking and getting to know one another on a deeper level. It's been just incredible and really drawn us closer together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S4A-qzk6oCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/X35YqXl9FI0/s320/DSCN3948.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440417254984032290" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S4A-qvGI4SI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uhiryS8tq8k/s320/DSCN3947.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440417253781201186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S4BGf6yq5CI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OPH1UCB1XGo/s320/DSCN3952.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440425864035230754" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S4BGgx1ExeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/N2TY_0DxsIg/s320/DSCN3955.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440425878809265634" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this week was Game Night at our house. My awesome hubby came up with a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; great Rock Band game and everyone came dressed as rockers...some even wore eyeliner - totally awesome!! Sadly, the Johnson's couldn't make it, we missed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through random draw we were divided into three groups. We then rotated into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three categories, Audience, Judges &amp;amp; Band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first group to perform was "Raw Nerves!" Andy, Julie, Lori G. &amp;amp; Richard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S4BGgUFSNBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Fu1BySqEkpQ/s320/DSCN3953.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440425870824190994" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S4BGhag7d8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Hu3qpqH0SUQ/s320/DSCN3957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440425889730623426" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second group consisted of the "Lead Pelicans!" Ryan, Lindsay, Brett &amp;amp; Richard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S4B3KahjsDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/jMmQ6gUXYvA/s320/DSCN3960.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440479370666029106" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; (Collin had to work :-( so Richard filled in).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last group was "The Fabulous Four!" Jon, Lori J., Andrea &amp;amp; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was lots of laughs and cool performances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so appreciate having a Small Group who can learn and grow together but also knows how to have a blast together!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys for such a great evening!&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/8235669586968338581-4193813581753939830?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4193813581753939830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=4193813581753939830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/4193813581753939830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/4193813581753939830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/02/small-group.html' title='Small Group'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S4A-qzk6oCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/X35YqXl9FI0/s72-c/DSCN3948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-5749366933941032260</id><published>2010-02-09T11:40:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:46:57.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and ....Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S3GkKNRY8oI/AAAAAAAAAI8/waOgLiSXx7M/s1600-h/1113000141987_500X500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S3GkKNRY8oI/AAAAAAAAAI8/waOgLiSXx7M/s320/1113000141987_500X500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436306720481145474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; or rather, His Perfect Timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right around Christmas, I started looking at all kinds of baby stuff and found dresser/hutch combo and just fell in love with it. We looked at our finances and it was going to be something we really needed to wait and save for it. :-(&lt;br /&gt;So, I prayed and prayed and things just were not working out, especially after registering, and seeing how much we need and how expensive it can be to have a kid. I "told" God the ball was in his court as the weeks passed I really kinda gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds silly and you all are probably thinking, "It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt; a dresser!" For some reason, it was a big deal...must be those preggo hormones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S3HW-QuWz-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/lNhzC8sPpAQ/s320/DSCN3911.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436362590342533090" /&gt;Well, my "co-workers" surprised me with a baby shower this week and a bunch of giftcards to the particular store. They are so awesome - Thank &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you, guys!!! Later, I was stunned when I pooled the giftcards plus what I had saved and discovered it was the exact amount needed!! Completely over-whelmed, I ordered it this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a surprise or a big deal to God. It's just a piece of furniture. But it was a big deal to me and He knew that. It's just amazing to me to see His love for me, even in the "little" things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pride...&lt;/span&gt;The bigger I get, the more I find I must&lt;br /&gt;rely on others for assistance and support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are hanging in at 28 weeks - 12 weeks to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, some things have come up and it's not been smooth sailing exactly. I am doing a lot of down time. Awesome Richard, hauled the recliner up from the basement and set me up with a little station - complete with everything I could possibly need at my fingertips so I don't need to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the hardest time letting others help me or asking for help, even in the little things. I would rather just get up and do it or go without then ask for anything. A super sweet friend told me that's because of my pride. We were both laughing but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hit deep - nobody likes being told they have a pride issue.  Then, Richard told me in our last childbirth class that one of the ways he feels loved is when I ask for his help, even if it's just to refill my water bottle...OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S3HXlzM4cUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VL7HuGifvkU/s320/DSCN3937.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436363269612269890" /&gt;I don't know how to "work-on" my pride issue. I am trying to ask for help and see things from other's perspective but I really want to work on the heart side of it. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been a bumpy road but I appreciate His love and His continual rubbing and polishing on me. Even when it hurts, I know He loves me and has the best plan in mind for me. I have so much yet to learn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-5749366933941032260?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5749366933941032260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=5749366933941032260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/5749366933941032260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/5749366933941032260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/02/pride-and-patience.html' title='Pride and ....Patience'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S3GkKNRY8oI/AAAAAAAAAI8/waOgLiSXx7M/s72-c/1113000141987_500X500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-1405367006699880098</id><published>2010-01-17T17:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:23:12.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh - Saturday Mornings</title><content type='html'>I love do-nothing Saturday mornings. Nothing compares to a lazy morning. :-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Saturday morning, while I was making breakfast, Richard and Kelso started playing ball. They were having a blast and were making lots of noise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their noise "woke-up" Tigger. He went absolutely berserk!! Kicking and squirming like I have never felt him before. Not exactly comfortable but so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby just wanted to play with Daddy and his puppy so bad - it felt like he was actually trying to get out! I can hardly wait for when Baby Tigger actually play with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-1405367006699880098?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1405367006699880098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=1405367006699880098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/1405367006699880098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/1405367006699880098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahh-saturday-mornings.html' title='Ahh - Saturday Mornings'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-5219476943437268640</id><published>2010-01-10T15:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:11:27.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S0pOq0AgzWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OMrkXIk0tzE/s1600-h/DSCN3781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S0pOq0AgzWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OMrkXIk0tzE/s320/DSCN3781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425235198543449442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S0pNXlPpKdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZdFRTnknLkk/s1600-h/DSCN3787.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/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S0pNXlPpKdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZdFRTnknLkk/s320/DSCN3787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425233768651237842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(What our bathroom USED to look like)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow - so much has happened since my last blog...too much in fact to go into detail about. So - here is what is new!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in October or so we discovered wet carpet in the Nursery on the wall that is closest to the bathroom. Apparently - the tub is off balance and water is soaking from the shower through the cracked grout. Fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have hired Justin Eckland to come fix it all up for us! Thursday we spent at Home Depute picking out tile, grout, fixtures and all that fun stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S0pNXDaicII/AAAAAAAAAII/nz1yKCGSnP4/s320/DSCN3786.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425233759570129026" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns that behind the tile the wall and all the insulation was just full of mold and had to be torn-out. A lot of work but I am just grateful there was no mold on the pictured left wall because the nursery is on the other side and I really, really didn't want to have to repaint in the nursery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S0pPQAKhR2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/g-xRlsmFrZk/s320/DSCN3789.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425235837461808994" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This what it looks like now! Justin is doing such a wonderful job and we are just so grateful for his awesome work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S0pPPsyFQZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/sVRFviwWO78/s320/DSCN3790.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425235832259035538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-5219476943437268640?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5219476943437268640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=5219476943437268640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/5219476943437268640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/5219476943437268640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/S0pOq0AgzWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OMrkXIk0tzE/s72-c/DSCN3781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-6971635580184121829</id><published>2009-11-19T12:05:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:25:23.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SwWQpMP9n2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/I6YcFYU0NQ0/s1600/laugh_ha_ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SwWQpMP9n2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/I6YcFYU0NQ0/s200/laugh_ha_ha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405885965065363298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to laugh and look for ways to make myself (and others laugh). This year has graced me with the opportunity for two of the greatest practical jokes I have ever played on people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The First - Earlier this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard sent me a detailed email asking me to call his co-worker, Mike. The joke was that I was from FedEx and had a package addressed to him but the house number was smudged and could I please have it. Also, the box was from Cuba and had a bad smell to it. Mike totally fell for the whole joke - its a long story but it was hilarious. Still laugh about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SwWQ2yR0YvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4bIiVfZAREw/s1600/FedEx+Logo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 72px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SwWQ2yR0YvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4bIiVfZAREw/s200/FedEx+Logo.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405886198611993330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Second - Planned since July - executed this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend, we will call him, Larry, who is just a hoot and enjoys teasing me...all the time! So I knew I would have to go BIG in order to really get him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collaborated with his wife, who we will call, Zoe, enlisting her aid along with some co-workers. I gave Zoe a positive pregnancy test on Monday- the rest was up to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe woke Larry up at 4AM on Tuesday! Told him she was pregnant and with the test he TOTALLY FELL FOR IT! I watched Larry all day at work to see if he would say anything, but he never did and didn't even act any different. Zoe and I texted all morning. She said Larry was happy just...wowed! After all, they have only been married a very short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SwbB7-aLN2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/CwPYxZPVeVc/s1600/pregnancy-test-after-use-positive-blue-lines-blue-cross-indicator-1-anon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SwbB7-aLN2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/CwPYxZPVeVc/s200/pregnancy-test-after-use-positive-blue-lines-blue-cross-indicator-1-anon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406221638814087010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoe arrived around lunchtime and told Larry that she wanted to tell The Boss but didn't want to tell anyone else. Larry, was completely supportive, just as he had been all morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Zoe and Larry came out of The Boss' office...I went up to him and said I had heard the news and congratulations. Since no one was supposed to know, Larry shot a puzzled look at Zoe. I lightly said that Zoe couldn't keep it a secret and we were all just so happy for the two of them. I finished with, "Too bad it's all just a joke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His facial expressions as he processed everything I just said was priceless!!!!! Everyone was just dying with laughter...me, Zoe, The Boss...coworkers. We GOT him soo good. Larry was totally wowed and impressed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknown to us, Larry had spent the ENTIRE morning all worked up. While happy, He was still doing all this research on false positives, going over their finances to see how they could afford a baby, almost canceled their extra internet stuff...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SwbCnP1hczI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pRvCCA_1Q_c/s1600/laughing-zebras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SwbCnP1hczI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pRvCCA_1Q_c/s320/laughing-zebras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406222382226567986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRICELESS - Some things money just CAN'T buy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-6971635580184121829?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6971635580184121829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=6971635580184121829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6971635580184121829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6971635580184121829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2009/11/april-fools.html' title='April Fools?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SwWQpMP9n2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/I6YcFYU0NQ0/s72-c/laugh_ha_ha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-6721080901551072128</id><published>2009-11-02T18:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:48:06.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/Su99Gwe9mdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qb0pTKnNpUs/s1600-h/DSCN3555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/Su99Gwe9mdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qb0pTKnNpUs/s320/DSCN3555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399672033287969234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard has class this week and next...then he is done! He does of course have his senior project to work on and then present in January but the hardest part is so close to being over. I am so proud of him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our "house" was afraid that since Richard was going be done with school soon, Richard might get bored with no homework...here's what we have going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A few weeks ago, we discovered that water was getting into the downstairs guest room and we had mold on the walls. We called a basement guy and found that we just needed to get a bunch of dirt work up around the foundation. No biggie. Here is the dirt pile...still here in our back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We have this hideous brown carpet in the nursery and plan to replace it. Well, we discovered a wet spot near the wall. On Saturday, Richard was going to do some investigating while I napped. This is what I woke up too! I seriously don't mind...I abhor that carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we have this flooring that needs to be replaced but not until we find where the leak is coming from. The bathroom is just on the other side of the wall so we ran the water in the tub for a long time...nothing. We ran the shower and had fresh water pooling in the nursery. Great.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/Su99j30BbsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5us-nJ80xU0/s1600-h/DSCN3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/Su99j30BbsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5us-nJ80xU0/s320/DSCN3484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399672533471555266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it looks like we have to pull out the tub and tile and flooring and....we really don't know what all or where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda have to smile - Life, never a dull moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-6721080901551072128?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6721080901551072128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=6721080901551072128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6721080901551072128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6721080901551072128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored.html' title='Bored??'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/Su99Gwe9mdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qb0pTKnNpUs/s72-c/DSCN3555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-1769427812427953201</id><published>2009-10-25T16:16:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:58:20.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on FIRST Trimester!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SuTvcwKRRFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/k7j4QGI0DV0/s1600-h/DSCN3468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SuTvcwKRRFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/k7j4QGI0DV0/s320/DSCN3468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396701530740048978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe how time has flown. Seems like only last week (9weeks, really) we found out we were pregnant  and I couldn't keep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chicken noodle soup, &lt;/span&gt;of all things, down! Yet, here we are...beginning of my fourth month and second trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reflection...I didn't "die" and just like Richard, and everyone else said, the worst did pass. I have appreciated the positive words and encouragement from everyone, and my work has been so marvelous, sweet and flexible these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, two major things stand out from my first trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I didn't expect the the morning sickness. Well, I did - I just didn't know what it would look like. The movies show some of it, friends tell you about it but you really don't "get it" until you go through it...yuck! I am still taking my nausea pills in the morning but I am finally feeling better &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SuTwC5KhflI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RHLJQE7xca0/s1600-h/DSCN3465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SuTwC5KhflI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RHLJQE7xca0/s320/DSCN3465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396702185992060498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Once the morning sickness set in, I wasn't sure how all this would effect Richard and my relationship. I didn't need to worry. These past 12 weeks have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; but Richard &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SuTwp67DPiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qaLoENG12v8/s1600-h/DSCN3462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SuTwp67DPiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qaLoENG12v8/s200/DSCN3462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396702856478932514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has from the beginning been - patient, tender, caring and strong. He has gone out of his way to make me feel better or help me; meals out, food rubs, holding my hair back...etc. We have become closer through this whole thing and I am so grateful for such a wonderful partner. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pics: Richard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;studying and keeping up maintenance on the cars.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall - it's been an interesting and growing (ha, ha, ha) experience! I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SuTyx1BA3LI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q2WgxMHJA9o/s1600-h/DSCN3483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SuTyx1BA3LI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q2WgxMHJA9o/s320/DSCN3483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396705191355538610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;am looking forward to a couple of things in this new trimester. 1. Feeling baby move and 2. Having my sonogram and finding out if it's a boy or girl. I can hardly wait!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pic: In the Nursery-Bear Charlie and Tigger from Grandpa and Grandma)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been an exceptional week. On Thursday, we had the opportunity to go through Judgement House. Richard said the most moving part for him, was standing in the Judgement Room and the Judge called each of our names. He said he felt a real peace and assurance that he knew where he was going when he died. For me, it was in heaven when "Jesus" gave me a big hug. I can't wait to get to heaven and get a real hug from Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday, Richard took me out for dinner and then for some much needed maternity shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday he surprised me with mattress shopping! Before our wedding, we got the secon&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SuTxLmMKxhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YwmgfuEdTGM/s1600-h/DSCN3475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SuTxLmMKxhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YwmgfuEdTGM/s200/DSCN3475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396703435029136914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d cheapest mattress we could find. It's been just fine but still - it's a cheap mattress! Back in April, we stayed at Richard's parents and got to sleep in their bed...all week. We both agreed it was the best sleep we had ever had. The memory of their mattress has stayed in our mind all these months. We were able to get that same mattress yesterday, plus two pillows!! A special thanks to Papa, Joshua and Sarah for helping us and the loan of the truck - we SO appreciate it!! I am so happy! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pic: Richard and his dad loading the mattress!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SuTybAOc9FI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qI1NLEu0yUk/s1600-h/DSCN3482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SuTybAOc9FI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qI1NLEu0yUk/s320/DSCN3482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396704799227704402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8235669586968338581-1769427812427953201?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1769427812427953201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=1769427812427953201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/1769427812427953201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/1769427812427953201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflections-on-first-trimester.html' title='Reflections on FIRST Trimester!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/SuTvcwKRRFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/k7j4QGI0DV0/s72-c/DSCN3468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-8435995796953183965</id><published>2009-10-19T13:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:06:10.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Dog...Amazing Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/Sty3sX76w-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/pwDlR9kYfdo/s1600-h/DSCN3460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/Sty3sX76w-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/pwDlR9kYfdo/s320/DSCN3460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394388426650469346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had an AWESOME worship time at the opening of Judgement House last night (&lt;a href="http://gcc-online.org/439223.ihtml"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; if you are interested in what Judgement House is). We sang, worshiped, saw the scenes, had communion. It was just an evening when I felt His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home on that high note - I crashed in bed and Richard went to let Kelso out for the last time. Generally, we have a tether/leash combo that we use because we don't have a fence but for "quick pees" we just tell him to do his business, and he comes right back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he must have been mad at us. As I lay curled in the soft comfort of my down comforter...I heard Richard start to call Kelso....over and over. Soon, Richard had to get his flashlight (it's now after 10pm) and his shoes because the stupid dog wont come back. I waited and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard's return was not accompanied by the soft scuffle of little nails on tile. Rich was just back for his keys. I didn't think it was a great idea for Richard to try and drive and hold Kelso...so I went too. It was now 10:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found him over at the church parking lot, just hanging out. He totally ignored our entreaties and the dog treats and decided to just RUN. Richard decided I should drive while he chase Kelso. Eventually, we all ended up back at the house. 11-ish pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is the part of the story that still has me baffled, speechless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mad. Here we had this wonderful evening and the stupid dog just ruined it all! Richard disciplined Kelso and put him in his kennel - he fully understood the meaning of the dog house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of leaving Kelso in his kennel to have a miserable night (so I assume), in the dog house. Richard calmed down, let him out and spent the next 20min. training and working with Kelso. Re-establishing "sit," "stay," and that "come" is rewarded with a treat. Richard really took time out for him and when they were finished, Kelso happily curled up in his kennel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here this dog had ruined our evening, it was late and we were both tired and the next day was Monday. I was so mad that things didn't go the way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; thot they should have and here Richard actually had patience!! The nerve of him...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was in NOOO way how I would have handled the situation. Kelso would have gone to bed knowing how furious I was and then still felt my frustration in the morning when I probably would have just ignored him instead of talking to him while I got ready for work. I would have gone to bed angry and had a poor night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was further astounded early this morning, when Richard quietly whispered to me that he was going to take Kelso for a run. Again...not how I would have handled things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just share this because I am so proud of Richard. He is such a great guy and I know he will make an awesome dad. Also, it's been a good lesson for me in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; many ways. It's given me a lot to ponder on proper ways to deal with frustrating situations. Even after 3 1/2 years of marriage, I am still surprised by Richard and feel like I have so much I can learn from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - better run and take a quick nap before Small Group tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-8435995796953183965?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8435995796953183965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=8435995796953183965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/8435995796953183965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/8435995796953183965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-dogamazing-husband.html' title='Bad Dog...Amazing Husband'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/Sty3sX76w-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/pwDlR9kYfdo/s72-c/DSCN3460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-4206203366061098761</id><published>2009-10-14T17:01:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:46:07.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's....ALIVE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had our second prenatal today and got to hear the heartbeat!! I am so excited. Baby was shy so it took a bit to find it. I just laid there going, "Come on, come on....Oh God...please let me hear it...." Seemed to take forever! Then, there it was....whoosh, whoosh...with the bump, bump of the little heart. It makes me feel, in some way, that the past 7 weeks haven't been in vain. Everything else checked out just fine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my prenatal, Rich went to his class but I was so happy I ran to Marble Slap and treated myself to a huge waffle cone full of sweet cream and strawberries. It was totally worth it, despite the fact that it is freezing cold out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 8 weeks we will get to find out the gender...I am already having a hard time not decorating the nursery. Now that I am feeling better, I am beginning to be more excited about this whole adventure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning sickness is abating and I am not quite as exhausted. I am, at last, beginning to feel like a normal human being again. I am still wiped out by dinner if I don't have a nap and even if I do have a nap, I am ready for bed by 9am!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Other than all that...nothing really exciting going on here. Richard has only 4 more weeks of actual classes and then a project to work on.&lt;/span&gt; We are both so ready for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; particular adventure to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8235669586968338581-4206203366061098761?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/4206203366061098761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=4206203366061098761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/4206203366061098761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/4206203366061098761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/itsalive.html' title='It&apos;s....ALIVE!!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-7187169976222276864</id><published>2009-10-07T10:04:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:10:09.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A queasy stomach...that loves Mexican!?</title><content type='html'>So, I've been meaning to post for weeks now but between telling everyone, work and assuming my new role as "Toilet Inspector" time has just flown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/Ssy9OnVe5BI/AAAAAAAAADo/L2p54P5VROU/s1600-h/10-weeks-pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/Ssy9OnVe5BI/AAAAAAAAADo/L2p54P5VROU/s200/10-weeks-pregnant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389890912830546962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to say that I am thrilled and glowing preggo woman - I am not. I suppose I had this glamorous vision of what it would be like, how much fun it would be...and it's not, at least right now. Everyone keeps promising me it will get better and I am almost finished with this trimester - on my "good" days I believe them, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of deep exhaustion, nausea, restlessness, uncomfortableness, up 6 times a night, insomnia, vomiting, grumpiness, wheepy-ness, etc, etc, etc...have all become a part of my life now. I am not sure what I was expecting for this first trimester. It's not like I didn't know those things were coming. It's kinda like having the flu...for six straight weeks. Being pregnant is just no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a struggle because it is still hard to wrap my brain around the fact that we are going to have a kid.  I feel bad because I don't feel any "Love" towards this child - I am not "In Love" with being pregnant or the stark fact that I will be/am a mom. Granted, I totally was before, when we were talking about starting a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - enough cons!!!! Time for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past six weeks (since we found out), have really brought Richard and I much closer. He has been so tender and cared so well for me without a single complaint. He is Captain Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so much fun telling people and seeing the excitement for us. It was great telling Richard's folks...they were just ecstatic and have continued to be great support. Telling others was been interesting - after 3 1/2 years of marriage, I think some folks were beginning to doubt we would ever have kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just now getting to the point where I can once more enjoy food....FINALLY! We are still working on water as that really upsets my stomach but at least I can munch on ice to stay hydrated. I haven't had any cravings yet but oddly enough Mexican and Italian are both dishes/meals that I can really enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People. Everyone has been so encouraging and positive, it's just been a blessing. I have even been receiving some baby things...they are all SOO CUTE! Thank you all for bearing with me these past weeks and all your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am signed up to this pregnancy site called parentsconnect.com. It's been fun to get we&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/Ssy3MZvbRXI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kn57NGtcv8s/s1600-h/Brazil+Nut+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/Ssy3MZvbRXI/AAAAAAAAADg/Kn57NGtcv8s/s200/Brazil+Nut+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389884277751760242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ekly emails about how the baby is growing and what is developing each week. Baby has grown from the size of a Sesame Seed to the size of a Mondo Brazilian Nut (I think the above picture looks more like a little alien...but that's just me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pro is preggo clothes. I JUST LOVE THEM!! I had belly bands for a couple of weeks but my sensitive stomach just didn't like the pressure. With my slowly expanding girth and these chilly temperatures, Richard took me shopping for some comfortable stuff that I can wear to work and slowly grown into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I have discovered the joy of naps. Before pregnancy, I never enjoyed naps...just never felt the greatest afterward and then would have trouble sleeping. Now, I take around a 2 hour nap, wake feeling better but then still drop into bed around 9pm. I am glad for naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second prenatal is next week, I am so excited and am hoping to hear the heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN ~ Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-7187169976222276864?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7187169976222276864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=7187169976222276864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/7187169976222276864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/7187169976222276864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2009/10/queasy-stomachthat-loves-mexican.html' title='A queasy stomach...that loves Mexican!?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/Ssy9OnVe5BI/AAAAAAAAADo/L2p54P5VROU/s72-c/10-weeks-pregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-8932510921124483319</id><published>2009-04-20T16:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:36:21.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>I don't have time to go into it all now...but I have a "Bucket List" and I was able to mark off "Take a motorcycle class" this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Sarah, and I spent ALL day Saturday and Sunday learning how to ride a motorcycle along with 7 other people. It was quite the adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had many hours of reading through and answering questions. Wouldn't have been too much problem but we had a couple of "know-it-all-must-share-all-their-wisdom" people. They, and the instructor had way too many stories to share! We were always running about 45min. late as far as the schedule went. But we learned a lot. We were split into 3 groups of 3 - we had a really nice guy (about our age) who was fun to hang with and share in our annoyance with our teacher and classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the riding part. Saturday had such beautiful weather! Unfortunately, Sarah and I both ended up on Knighthawks - they were TERRIBLE and very hard to ride but we learned and had fun. We rode from 1:20pm to about 6:30pm with very short breaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, both Sarah and I were SO TIRED and a number of things just were not going well. Sarah even told the that she couldn't do it anymore (she has tendinitis and carpal tunnel) they didn't really listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up doing two wheelies  - we are told that it's VERY hard to do in a Knighthawk. I crashed and scraped up my whole knee and bruised my knee cap. We were both so tired and in tears. When we got back to our husbands at Sarah's and told our tale, they were NOT HAPPY. Dale (Sarah's husband was really mad). Nobody should have ridden that long all at once...and the whole thing is about safety and not riding when you are tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...we were not looking forward to Sunday at all and were praying for hail so that it would have to be resheduled and we could rest. The class still happened - dispite the 20+ mph wind. We had better bikes but it was super hard to ride well in the wind and it was so very cold in the morning - we both lost feeling in our fingers. But by afternoon, it was much warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both so tired in the afternoon and after fighting the wind. I crashed again and this time it landed on my ankle :-(  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did end up passing dispite it all. We both had 13 points. I guess it's scored like golf and the lower points you have the better. If you have more than 18 you don't pass. We weren't the lowest...one guy had 14 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it wasn't a great class for lots of reasons for us...I don't mean to sound like I am complaining, I am still tired and very sore. We did in the end learn to ride a motorcycle and that was the whole point. Another bonus, (well, for me) was hanging out so much with Sarah. I don't know what I would have done if I had been all alone. Thanks for the memories Sarah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-8932510921124483319?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/8932510921124483319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=8932510921124483319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/8932510921124483319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/8932510921124483319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2009/04/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-6137103280032232450</id><published>2009-03-22T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:03:58.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A....</title><content type='html'>PUPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We named him Kelso...details (and pics) coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-6137103280032232450?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6137103280032232450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=6137103280032232450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6137103280032232450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6137103280032232450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2009/03/its.html' title='It&apos;s A....'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-7166216995053721340</id><published>2009-03-06T09:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:16:57.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Careful What You Wish For</title><content type='html'>Richard worked a bunch of over-time last week and while grateful he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; a job with school and everything it was kinda a stressful time. I had one of those little wishes for more time together and was granted my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday at work a sore throat turned nasty and by night time I could barely breath through my mouth and couldn't swallow anything because my tonsils were so big. Tuesday, Richard decided to stay home - worried that I would be able to breath and didn't want me home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday saw no real change. Richard went to work and class only to come home with flu like symptoms. You can tell when Richard is sick because Thursday morning I didn't have to say one word to get him to stay home - he crashed on the couch with the flu all day Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard convinced me to go see the doctor Thursday afternoon - had a horrible doctor who didn't help at all and was very rude. Tests showed I don't have strep (I TOLD him that!) and he gave me some antibiotics that turned out to be 3 pills for about $20!!! I took one and by last night it helped a little and I can breath better and enjoyed my chicken broth more (haven't really eaten since Monday and I am starved for a large cheese pizza!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Richard is feeling better - he slept well last night. I am slightly better but have a big headache now....CAN'T I GET A BREAK!!!! My work has been just awesome and stepped up so that I haven't had to work since Monday. Richard's sister Bekah has been a life saver too - bringing soup, applesauce, movies, and popsicles and she ran me to the doctor. THANK YOU BEKAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I got to have Richard to myself this week - we've been kinda miserable together. We just lay on the couch watching episode after episode of The Office...lol! And it's really sad because our friends keep calling wanting to hang out or go out to like Old Chicago and it sounds sooo good - but I really can't swallow ANYTHING and Richard isn't eating!!! Aren't we just a pair. At least it's almost the weekend! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moral of the story - Be Careful what you wish for!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-7166216995053721340?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/7166216995053721340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=7166216995053721340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/7166216995053721340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/7166216995053721340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2009/03/becareful-what-you-wish-for.html' title='Be Careful What You Wish For'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-993426318980595189</id><published>2009-02-04T09:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:11:31.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beatles</title><content type='html'>Remember the Beatles song - "We All Live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine....." http://youtube.com/watch?v=EE793Q0MbiY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here at work we have our fire alarm being tested. So, all morning there is the fire alarm going off, followed by a loud monotone voice , "One Device Testing, Testing channel five, Testing, Testing" (repeat) and the the alarm goes off twice. Certainly keeps one awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just sounds like we are in a  submarine and any moment we will hear the captain shout, "Dive, dive, dive!!" or maybe we are on an active military submarine and will hear "Battle stations - this is NOT a drill!!" But things are pretty slow today at the office - so maybe  it is more like a yellow submarine and plus that song is now stuck in my head for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda fun to think about. I have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; active imagination!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-993426318980595189?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/993426318980595189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=993426318980595189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/993426318980595189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/993426318980595189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2009/02/beatles.html' title='The Beatles'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-6237631381974965375</id><published>2009-02-03T09:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:57:56.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone</title><content type='html'>Hurray!! I worked really hard these past few days and have babyhood up to our honeymoon scrapbooked - 25 years!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo happy and can't wait to have them printed. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-6237631381974965375?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6237631381974965375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=6237631381974965375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6237631381974965375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6237631381974965375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2009/02/milestone.html' title='Milestone'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-783148404545938908</id><published>2009-01-29T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:03:11.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>My hubby gave me a new Mac Notebook for Christmas. It has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; nice - even though it has taken me a bit to get used to the change from a PC, which I still use everyday at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to scrapbook...but only online. I am just not that creative with paper and scissors...I think my sisters got all of those genes! Richard showed me the incredible (and far cheaper), iPhoto program that Mac has - plus, the '09 version is coming out soon with even more great features. With iPhoto, you can make your own scrapbooks!! I had been using Picaboo - slow and expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since Christmas I have kinda been on a "Scrapbooking Frenzy." However, when we transfered stuff to the new computer, I found I had 6,780 pictures to sort through!!! OMG!!! Granted, some were duplicates but not that many! A good number, I had no idea we had - like some of our wedding showers and house stuff. So, really, I don't have anything to show exactly for my weeks of labor, I have them all sorted now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got to thinking of all the loose "printed" pictures I have in picture books. If I really want these scrapbooks to be "accurate," I need to have all the pictures possible - doesn't mean I will use them all but I will have them all together and not just stored on misc. CDs or stuffed in boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night, I spent a couple of hours scanning them - I couldn't figure the stupid thing out and so did it the hard long way. My incredibly brilliant hubby came home after class last night, spent 10minutes and had it completely fixed. Grrr....&amp;amp; Hurray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then (of course), I was laying there at 11:30pm trying to sleep when I remembered our PowerPoint from our wedding. I know there are some special pictures on there that I don't have - I think our mom's have them but I can still access them from the powerpoint. GRRR...I thot I was soo close to being ready to start actually scrapbooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I would rather have them all together and have the scrapbooks (there will be several!!), exactly the way I want them then to look back and wish this pic or that pic was in there. At least I am through the 6,000+!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-783148404545938908?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/783148404545938908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=783148404545938908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/783148404545938908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/783148404545938908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2009/01/scrapbooking.html' title='Scrapbooking'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-5235508034822109339</id><published>2009-01-26T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:17:41.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best of Times or The Worst of Times?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This first month is almost over and already it seems so full of grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in the church office, I am privy to lots of news and while some is good and encouraging - this month has been full of much sadness and hardship for a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are things that can affect us all and are just "a part of life" per say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;loss or uncertainty of jobs, money, family, death, health issues and terribly sick babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And if these things were not enough, there is the constant worry of the economy, concerns with a new president and questions about whether or not the end of the world is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult not to worry about these things...to not allow them to gnaw at us. What do you say to someone facing at least one or more of these? "I'm sorry." "Can I pray with you?" Words so often fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I struggled with my own worries and doubts this week...Isaiah 41 kept coming to mind but I didn't read it until today. It seems kinda fitting and comforted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Isaiah 41&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt; The Helper of Israel &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18453" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; "Be silent before me, you islands!&lt;br /&gt;       Let the nations renew their strength!&lt;br /&gt;       Let them come forward and speak;&lt;br /&gt;       let us meet together at the place of judgment. &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18454" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; "Who has stirred up one from the east,&lt;br /&gt;       calling him in righteousness to his service?&lt;br /&gt;       He hands nations over to him&lt;br /&gt;       and subdues kings before him.&lt;br /&gt;       He turns them to dust with his sword,&lt;br /&gt;       to windblown chaff with his bow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18455" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; He pursues them and moves on unscathed,&lt;br /&gt;       by a path his feet have not traveled before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18456" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Who has done this and carried it through,&lt;br /&gt;       calling forth the generations from the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;       I, the LORD -with the first of them&lt;br /&gt;       and with the last—I am he." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18457" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; The islands have seen it and fear;&lt;br /&gt;       the ends of the earth tremble.&lt;br /&gt;       They approach and come forward; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18458" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; each helps the other&lt;br /&gt;       and says to his brother, "Be strong!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18459" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; The craftsman encourages the goldsmith,&lt;br /&gt;       and he who smooths with the hammer&lt;br /&gt;       spurs on him who strikes the anvil.&lt;br /&gt;       He says of the welding, "It is good."&lt;br /&gt;       He nails down the idol so it will not topple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18460" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; "But you, O Israel, my servant,&lt;br /&gt;       Jacob, whom I have chosen,&lt;br /&gt;       you descendants of Abraham my friend, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18461" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; I took you from the ends of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;       from its farthest corners I called you.&lt;br /&gt;       I said, 'You are my servant';&lt;br /&gt;       I have chosen you and have not rejected you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-18462" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So do not fear, for I am with you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       do not be dismayed, for I am your God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       I will strengthen you and help you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18463" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; "All who rage against you&lt;br /&gt;       will surely be ashamed and disgraced;&lt;br /&gt;       those who oppose you&lt;br /&gt;       will be as nothing and perish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18464" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; Though you search for your enemies,&lt;br /&gt;       you will not find them.&lt;br /&gt;       Those who wage war against you&lt;br /&gt;       will be as nothing at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-18465" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For I am the LORD, your God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       who takes hold of your right hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       and says to you, Do not fear; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       I will help you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18466" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; Do not be afraid, O worm Jacob,&lt;br /&gt;       O little Israel,&lt;br /&gt;       for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I myself will help you," declares the LORD&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;       your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18467" class="sup"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; "See, I will make you into a threshing sledge,&lt;br /&gt;       new and sharp, with many teeth.&lt;br /&gt;       You will thresh the mountains and crush them,&lt;br /&gt;       and reduce the hills to chaff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18468" class="sup"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; You will winnow them, the wind will pick them up,&lt;br /&gt;       and a gale will blow them away.&lt;br /&gt;       But you will rejoice in the LORD&lt;br /&gt;       and glory in the Holy One of Israel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18469" class="sup"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; "The poor and needy search for water,&lt;br /&gt;       but there is none;&lt;br /&gt;       their tongues are parched with thirst.&lt;br /&gt;       But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I the LORD will answer them&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;       I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18470" class="sup"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; I will make rivers flow on barren heights,&lt;br /&gt;       and springs within the valleys.&lt;br /&gt;       I will turn the desert into pools of water,&lt;br /&gt;       and the parched ground into springs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18471" class="sup"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; I will put in the desert&lt;br /&gt;       the cedar and the acacia, the myrtle and the olive.&lt;br /&gt;       I will set pines in the wasteland,&lt;br /&gt;       the fir and the cypress together, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-18472" class="sup"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; so that people may see and know,&lt;br /&gt;       may consider and understand,&lt;br /&gt;       that the hand of the LORD has done this,&lt;br /&gt;       that the Holy One of Israel has created it.............. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-5235508034822109339?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/5235508034822109339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=5235508034822109339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/5235508034822109339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/5235508034822109339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-of-times-or-worst-of-times.html' title='The Best of Times or The Worst of Times?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-1207810294936338307</id><published>2008-07-25T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:09:49.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Richard and I started on a new diet about 3 weeks ago, the Body For Life plan. It's been really good for both of us. We have had to change some eating habits and our schedule but so far it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also joined the Anytime Fitness gym here in Newton. It is great because we both meet at the gym after work. Day 1 is upper body, Day 2 is 2o min. cardio run, Day 3 is lower body then back to Day 1 and so on. We are already noticing that we are losing fat and gaining solid muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get home, Richard starts dinner (hurray!), while I clean up and then I finish while he cleans up. Usually, it is about 7:30pm when we eat and by they time we finish and Richard studies it is bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get a splurge day once a week...oddly enough I really don't look forward to it as much as I thot I would. The first week was really hard because I just craved sugar!!! But that is much more under control now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really exciting to be getting into shape and have a more concrete schedule and one that we make work for us and our social calendar and not one that rules us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8235669586968338581-1207810294936338307?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/1207810294936338307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=1207810294936338307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/1207810294936338307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/1207810294936338307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2008/07/keeping-busy.html' title='Keeping Busy'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8235669586968338581.post-6778186693463637557</id><published>2008-07-17T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:49:08.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Don't have time for much right now...it's our date night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8235669586968338581-6778186693463637557?l=rabrowns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/feeds/6778186693463637557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8235669586968338581&amp;postID=6778186693463637557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6778186693463637557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8235669586968338581/posts/default/6778186693463637557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rabrowns.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06053308076476284499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MJF_ZypoYuk/TMgciY3IdPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QOgapveM--Q/S220/39595_439760483058_517173058_5376651_8370635_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
