<?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-29215289</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:25:23.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115272237108823803</id><published>2006-07-12T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:43:09.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/1600/Night%20time%20pics.%20"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/400/Night%20time%20pics.%20%2706%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115272237108823803?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115272237108823803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115272237108823803' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115272237108823803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115272237108823803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-wordless-wednesday.html' title='First Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115266963268077055</id><published>2006-07-11T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:41:14.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Favorite Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Did anyone see Gladiator on TV the other night? Let me just tell you that I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; that movie!! I know that some people might find it strange that I like such a graphic and violent movie, but I really do. I actually have it on DVD, but sat there for the commercials and all just to watch it on TV. Guess that tells you how lazy I am. So much so that I wouldn't walk down the stairs, open the entertainment center doors, grab the Gladiator case, walk back upstairs and put it in the DVD machine. I could have watched it with NO commercials, cut the running time down dramatically right? Did I get up? Nope!!,LAZY I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen and I watched it together which if you read my last post, you already know that that is one of my FAVORITE things to do. So we sat there, me quoting parts of the movie, Glen laughing at me, both of us enjoying one of my favorite movies of all time. Now Glen and I have our top 5 favorite movies and for some reason talk about them every now and then. He likes some REALLY cheesy movies. You know, Caddyshack! Are you kidding me? How can that be one of his favorite movies? To each their own, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought that it would be fun to ask everyone their top 5 favorite movies. They do NOT have to be in any order. I am just curious to see how alike/different we all are in our movie choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my top 5 favorite movies of all time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The Patriot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Braveheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Gladiator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dances With Wolves (this is the one that I change every now and again, just for fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115266963268077055?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115266963268077055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115266963268077055' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115266963268077055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115266963268077055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/07/top-5-favorite-movies.html' title='Top 5 Favorite Movies'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115256948682721403</id><published>2006-07-10T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:40:08.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I was tagged by Jess at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://omamamia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;O Mama Mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;. She had some really great answers, so go check them out if you haven't yet. Here are my answers. Hope you enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 things that scare me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;spiritually scary movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;my kids dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Glen dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 people that make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;my Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;my best friend Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;my brother Bradley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 thing that I love&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;laying out with Kathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;watching movies with Glen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;shopping with my Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 things I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;math!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;computers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;why my back is hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 things on my desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;a stack of CD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;an aerobics class schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Glen's Bluetooth earpiece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 things I'm doing right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;sucking on a toothpick (how hick is that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;sitting Indian style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;listening to Lizzie McGuire on TV (the girls are watching it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I want to do before I die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;go on a vacation somewhere tropical with JUST Glen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;go on a vacation with my ENTIRE family (Momma, Daddy, EVERYBODY!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ride horses on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I can do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;make people laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;do any kind of workout (step, combat, yoga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;find really great purses for my Momma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 things that describe my personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;bubbly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;silly/goofy (depending on who you ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 things I can't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;MATH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;do a back flip on the trampoline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;make my tummy go completely flat!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things I think that I should listen to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Glen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;my kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 things I should NEVER listen to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;the Devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Howard Stern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Jerry Springer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 of my ABSOLUTE favorite foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;black cherries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Grandmama's cobbler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Cindy's buckeyes and thumbprint cookies (sorry, I couldn't pick one!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 things that I 'd like to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;how to be a better wife and mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;how to love God more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;how to burn a CD (Glen says it is SO easy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 beverages that I drink regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Iced Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Diet Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;skim milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 shows I watched as a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Growing Pains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;You can't do that on Television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Who's the Boss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3 people I tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinklucy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chrisburtstreeter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Sweet Tooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://denisewaldrop.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Denise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115256948682721403?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115256948682721403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115256948682721403' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115256948682721403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115256948682721403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/07/3-things_10.html' title='3 things'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115233554332586803</id><published>2006-07-07T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:38:38.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger said "NO!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Uh-Oh. Blogger did NOT like JUST Sassafrass. I guess that it was a little too close to a word that means bottom. SO, I am going with All That Sassafrass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bullfrogsnbutterflies.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Theresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'s pick I think. I hope that this isn't causing problems with people finding my blog. I have noticed that a few people have already changed it on their blogroll, so that is good sign, right? This will be my only name change I promise. Thanks for hanging in there with me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115233554332586803?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115233554332586803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115233554332586803' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115233554332586803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115233554332586803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/07/blogger-said-no.html' title='Blogger said &quot;NO!&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115228680858785244</id><published>2006-07-07T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:37:01.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Name Announcement and Elementary Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well, after much thought and consideration, I have decided on.......................Drum Roll Please!..........................Sassafrass. And I might even use Stephanie's idea of A little bit sass, A little bit frass. Thanks to everyone that helped me on that one. Ya'll had such GREAT ideas. I knew I had some creative readers out there. AND it was fun right? Hopefully soon, I will have a new "look" to my blog too. It is in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on to other things. I was tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tripfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tripfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Glass Half Full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;. Yes the absolute gorgeous Lori who comments on my posts. She tagged me to remember some things about my Elementary years. So before I begin, I will tag someone too. Oh who to tag? I tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackeyedsue.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do have a bad memory, so bear with me. I do remember specific things and moments about my Elementary years though. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall coming out of my first grade classroom crying to my mom holding the first B I ever got on a paper. She of course loved on me and told me it was OK. Sadly that was the first of MANY B's in school. But I DO remember that 1st one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in second grade we learned how to add and subtract. And that there was this girl in my class that did not behave, named April and she had to sit behind a partition. I liked April and always felt sorry gor her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In third grade, everyone started liking boys. There was a boy that I thought was cute, named Kurt. We were friends, but he was "going out" with my best friend Paige. She always got the cute boys! Third grade people!! I've already told my girls that they can't have a boyfriend till they are 16. To which Parker (5) says, " I ALREADY have a boyfriend!" Uggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fourth grade, the girly rivalry thing really came into play. Me, Paige and a girl named Kim ALWAYS were fighting with each other. You know the 2 against 1 thing. Not so fun. But Ha! Ha! who is still friends? Me and Paige! Where is Kim now? (That sounds tacky doesn't it?) Hey the truth is the truth people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fifth grade, Kurt (Yes the cute one) and I got a spanking from the principal for arguing about the food in the lunchroom. Not what you think. Probably worse than you think. He told me that he would give me his pudding if I would give him MY roll. Well he ate the pudding AND the roll. I wasn't happy about it, so I guess I through a wall eyed fit. So we got caught fighting about it and went to the principal's office and got swats with the board! Thanks Kurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer after my fifth grade year. we moved from a small Poe Dunk town, to a bigger town. That was the summer I went to MY first church camp and met miss Cherise. I loved her from the minute I met her! What a sweetheart! Also, that year in school I tried to change my laugh (I laughed really loud) and wanted to become a different person. Didn't work out so well. To this day I laugh loud. And I remember that year putting a whoopi cushion under the boy sitting in front of me in class. I wouldn' t really call me the class clown even though it does sound like it huh? I just liked to make people laugh. I'm not helping my case here am I? OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are moments from my Elementary Years. I hope this doesn't make me sound like a weird little girl. Cause I really wasn't. These are just memories that popped up in my head. My teachers always like me, I always got good grades. The only thing was I liked to talk.....ALOT! and laugh......ALOT! That is just who I was and pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackeyedsue.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;, Go for it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115228680858785244?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115228680858785244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115228680858785244' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115228680858785244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115228680858785244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-name-announcement-and-elementary.html' title='New Name Announcement and Elementary Years'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115215905485927857</id><published>2006-07-05T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:35:16.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;OK. Calling all creative and non-creative people that happen upon my blog! I am shopping for a new name for this thing that at the moment I call Nicole's blog. What was I thinking? I really wasn't. That's the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;When I began this blog adventure, I was just trying to see what it was like to be in the "in" blogging crowd. Just trying to fit in, is that so wrong? :) It seemed like everyone at my Mother's Day Out was ALWAYS talking about blogging and I was the only one that didn't even have a computer. So when I got one, I thought, "OK, now I can be a blogger too!!" So I signed up last month not really thinking that it would be a creative outlet, and now here I am addicted. So, back to the point (I promise there is one).....I need a new and creative name for my blog. I would LOVE everyone that has ever even read this to give an idea. Even if you think that it is cheesy. Come on people! Work with me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;*******I do have to say that I am not a HUGE fan of the Mommy blog names - for ME!!! All the really cute ones are already taken, and I want something so unique and different. It could be a play on my name or just about anything!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Here are a few that I have thought of and you can either vote for one of these or come up with something original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;*Camogirl or something along those lines- I love camoflauge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;*Sassafrass - I like to say that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;* Nickel and Dime (both nicknames) - this along with Camogirl is taken, so again something along these lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;OK! Let the ideas roll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115215905485927857?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115215905485927857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115215905485927857' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115215905485927857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115215905485927857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-name.html' title='New Name'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115205628738164651</id><published>2006-07-04T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:38:07.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/1600/fourth%20of%20july%20(2).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/320/fourth%20of%20july%20%282%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/1600/fourth%20of%20july.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/320/fourth%20of%20july.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/1600/fourth%20of%20july%20(3).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/320/fourth%20of%20july%20%283%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/1600/fourth%20of%20july%20(1).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/320/fourth%20of%20july%20%281%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115205628738164651?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115205628738164651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115205628738164651' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115205628738164651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115205628738164651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/07/4th-of-july-pictures.html' title='4th of July pictures'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115205342186686304</id><published>2006-07-04T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:31:46.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July!!</title><content type='html'>We had our annual Fourth of July celebration at Glen's grandparents house today. These celebrations REALLY are unlike any other Fourth of July I have ever been to. Glen's Grandaddy is a Brigadier General in the Army and is the most patriotic man I know. They have been having this celebration at their house for 30 years now. Every year, Glen's Grandaddy and Grandmama invite all their family and friends (and the family and friends of those family and friends!) over (around 80 people). They even invite their local Fire Dept. They put flags and red, white, and blue decorations all over their property. We have a flag ceremony first with a drummer boy leading the pack. Pariotic music plays on the stereo and then one by one each grandchild (and now even great-grandchildren) files out from around the side of the house to place a flag into the ground in the front yard. After 8 flags are in the ground, the BIG flag is raised on the flag pole while we sing The Star Spangled Banner with music. Grandaddy always tries to shoot off this little cannon thing, but sometimes (like this year) it doesn't work. We always end the ceremony with a prayer and then we all head in the house for lunch. Of course the Fire Dept. always gets to go through the line of food first. We all eat AWESOME food and dessert. My whole family looks forward to this event every year. I'm not sure what everyone else's Fourth of July's are like, but I can't imagine doing anything else on this special day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115205342186686304?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115205342186686304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115205342186686304' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115205342186686304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115205342186686304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Fourth of July!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115189686864167482</id><published>2006-07-02T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:30:30.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Birthday Pictures</title><content type='html'>These are some pictures that I tried to get on the other post and they wouldn't load. So&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      here they are.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/1600/parker"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/320/parker%27s%20party%20%2819%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               My daddy and Jude&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/1600/parker"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/320/parker%27s%20party%20%283%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Friend and Parker on the See Saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/1600/parker"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/320/parker%27s%20party.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                Jude, friend, friend, Parker, friend, friend, Avery and Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/1600/parker"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/320/parker%27s%20party%20%2812%29.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Me and Parker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115189686864167482?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115189686864167482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115189686864167482' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115189686864167482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115189686864167482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-birthday-pictures.html' title='More Birthday Pictures'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115189402666159173</id><published>2006-07-02T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:12:18.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker's 5th birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/1600/parker"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/320/parker%27s%20party%20%286%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker turned 5 on Thursday. So yesterday we had her party in the backyard. We had her party at the pool last year and this year she wanted to do another swim party, so we just had all kinds of water activities in the back. We had a slide into the pool, Slip and Slide, beach balls on the trampoline with the water hose, a cool sprinkler and of course water guns. We gave the water guns and beach balls as the party favors. Parker also wanted to have an Easter egg hunt for the game. I thought that that was such a creative and different idea and it was one less thing for me to have to think of, so we did it. Glen thought that it was a little bizarre to be having an Easter egg hunt at a birthday party, but it was HER party, right? The kids had a blast. I mean what kid doesn't love to play in the water and hunting for candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have seen a lot of moms do the Works For Me Wednesday thing. I on the other hand don't, so I thought that I would take a second and tell you something that I think it kind of cool and works for me. When my oldest(now 9) was a baby and turning one, I thought it would be cool to make her first birthday cake. So I did. But I didn't stop there. Ever since then, I have made every birthday cake/ big birthday cookie for every one of my kid's birthdays. It has become a tradition that we all love. Sometimes I do dread making it, but when I see their little faces light up with excitement when they see what I've made for them, it is ALL worth it. They get to decide which they want - cake or big cookie, AND what they want on it. I just went to the store and bought some cake decorating supplies and use the same ones every time. Now all I have to buy is the cake mix and the icing. It is so much cheaper that buying a cake. And cake is cake. The kids don't care. Especially if they get to pick what is on it. Parker wanted a big 5 on hers this time, so I just put Parker is 5 on it. Of course she loved it. I am trying to post a picture if it and it doesn't seem to want to load. So sorry! It was another no makeup picture anyway! HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that about 3 times now my kids have had birthday brunches and we have BOUGHT (I know, I know!) their favorite donuts and stacked them up and put candles in it for a cake. So I have to admit that I have cheated a few times. But they got to decide that too, so they were happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115189402666159173?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115189402666159173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115189402666159173' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115189402666159173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115189402666159173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/07/parkers-5th-birthday-party.html' title='Parker&apos;s 5th birthday party'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115169276674710019</id><published>2006-06-30T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:10:34.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble since Avery's been home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So Avery has been home for a whole 4 hours and we have already had drama. My kids usually get along pretty well, but Avery has been gone for 5 days and let's just say that it is going to take some adjusting to remember how things work around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About thirty minutes ago we were standing in a jewelry store and Parker and Avery start having a physical altercation right there in the store. I was MORTIFIED! It was one of those moments that I wanted to act like I had everything under control, but I really didn't. I had to interrupt the lady talking to me and SEPARATE them. After we left I barely could talk because I was so upset with their behavior (how quickly they forget what they learn at church camp - you know the one they left 4 HOURS AGO!!!!). So when I got in the car I called my mom and she talked to them on the phone. (I think that she could hear the frustration in my voice) They both got off of the phone crying, so I think that they got the message. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes after their mandatory nap that they are taking at the moment. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115169276674710019?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115169276674710019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115169276674710019' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115169276674710019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115169276674710019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/trouble-since-averys-been-home.html' title='Trouble since Avery&apos;s been home'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115150972165268213</id><published>2006-06-28T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:09:02.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's house</title><content type='html'>Well, since Avery is at Leadership Camp about a mile from our house, I decided that I would drive to my parents house about 3 hours away. Does this make any sense? To me it does. I just figured that I would be wanting to go up there and check on her and be thinking about what she is doing. BUT, if I am 3 hours away I COULDN'T check on her and my mind would be on having fun with my mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the plan has worked GREAT! I have missed her of course, but I really have done well. It was kind of funny though yesterday when she called. It was the first time that I have talked to her since dropping her off Sunday night, and this was our conversation LITERALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hey Ave! How's camp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVERY: Good. What's Grammy doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: She is sitting here with me. Have you been having fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVERY: Yes. Can I talk to Grammy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: No. I want to talk to you first! How is Abby?(her room mate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVERY: Good. Now can I talk to Grammy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Ummmm.... OK, (hesitation)Here she is. I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVERY: I love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say that my very own "queen of talk" did not want to talk to ME on the phone, but instead Grammy won out AGAIN!! She is so close to my mom, and I love that! Really I do, but I just wanted to talk to my "grown-up" 9 year old that has been away from me since SUNDAY!!!! I do have to say that she was so sweet and asked to talk to Bailey and Parker. Isn't it sad though that I am already self talking about letting go and letting my kids grow up. She is only 9, but man, I am already picturing her in college and having to wait for her to call me or waiting for her to have TIME to talk to me. I don't look forward to those days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, She IS having a great time! So thanks for the prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115150972165268213?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115150972165268213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115150972165268213' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115150972165268213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115150972165268213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/moms-house.html' title='Mom&apos;s house'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115129621393881632</id><published>2006-06-25T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:07:52.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overnight camp?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is it me or does it look like I have NO makeup on in my profile picture? ANYWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the overnight camp. Today we took our oldest to her first overnight Christian camp. For 5 nights!!!! How in the world am I going to go that long without communication from my little Ave? I know that she is 9 and that she is plenty old enough to spend the night away from mom and be OK, but the REAL question is am I going to be OK? I just keep thinking about all the things that I need to tell her (to do &amp;amp; not do!) . She is going to be with GREAT counselors and I know they will love her, but please pray that she has a good, encouraging, inspiring, and FUN week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115129621393881632?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115129621393881632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115129621393881632' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115129621393881632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115129621393881632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/overnight-camp.html' title='Overnight camp?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115113029918145939</id><published>2006-06-23T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:06:48.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I think that I have been tagged my Stephanie C. So here goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a cuddler: Not so much. I like it for a moment and then I just get too hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person: Anyone that knows me KNOWS that I am a night owl. I am definelty not in a bad mood in the mornings, I just would rather be sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist: A little bit. Not about normal things though. You know, how things are written, making sure things are even or level, if it is messed up, I need to fix it. Perfectionism - OCD, whatever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an only child: One brother, Bradley. He is 3 years older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my pajamas: Well it is 12:52 in the morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to my blogger: Well, again! It is 12:52 in the morning! What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around people AT FIRST: Umm, sometimes. Only when I am REALLY intimidated. I STILL smile though. (read my last post if you don't get it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails: Groce!! No way! These nails cost too much to be bitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be paranoid at times: I get paranoid that people are talking about me. So are you? Tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently regret something that I have said: At Jude's B-day party I said something that I should have filtered. So Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get mad I curse frequently: No. Never been one to cuss. I didn't grow up with it, and have never hung out with cussers. I was always the one that would walk up and people STOPPED cussing. They knew I wasn't down with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like someone: Doesn't everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy country music: Yes, but not Poe Dunk country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy jazz music: Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy smoothies: Is it sweet? OK then. Sign me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone: Yes, but not as much as Avery (9)!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to learn: I'm sure I do. I am ONLY 31!! There is a lot about this blog stuff I need to learn. Who's gonna be my teacher? Huh? Anyone, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pet: One cat, Brady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal: Yes, I am ASHAMED to say yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all my grandparents: I have 3 left. Nanny, Grandaddy and my Mimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I am smart: Of course I have. By my mom. Ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get higher than C's in school: Yes, are you calling my mom a liar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have broken a bone: No. I was a sheltered child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have Caller ID on my phone: We use only cell phones. So yes. I think all cell phones have Caller ID, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have bathed/showered with someone: Daddy, skip this one and go to the next one           yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have changed a diaper: Does everyone know that I have 4 kids? OK then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have changed alot over the past year: Yes. I think that I am in better shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have done something illegal: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have friends that have never seen my natural hair color: Who says this isn't it? My hair really WAS this color until I started having kids. It is close enough to the same color that up until a few weeks ago my Daddy thought this was STILL my natural hair color. Sad huh? Sorry Daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I have had surgery: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I have killed another person: Why is that on here? Did somebody find out something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I have had my hair cut in the last week: No. I can already see my roots. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn't: Hasn't everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;OK. So that is my list. I tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/Anna"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/Angel"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;. I don't think the link on their name is going to work. If you want to get to their blog, then go to one of my comment sections and click their name. Sorry. When someone is ready to teach me how to link someone's name to their site, just let me know. I am SO ready to know how to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115113029918145939?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115113029918145939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115113029918145939' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115113029918145939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115113029918145939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115101605004981862</id><published>2006-06-22T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:04:53.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNUBBED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am going to apologize ahead of time for this negative sounding blog. I hate being negative and I don't enjoy reading alot of negative blogs, so go ahead and stop reading if you are not in the mood to hear some rants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We went to the pool today. (Me, Avery, Parker, and Jude : Bailey is still at camp) We walk in and there is this mom that I know from church. Not really ever a super friendly person at church (you know all her friends are usually with her - the clique). Let me just tell you before I go any further, I'm not a big fan of this person, never have been, and now NEVER will be. She walks past me TWICE and doesn't say hi, smile, NOTHING!!! I go to church with this lady. I KNOW her. It isn't like we never see each other or she doesn't recognize me. (I've thought about that excuse because I don't wear makeup AND I wear my sunglasses to the pool) My kids are with me, she has taught my kids in Bible class, she KNOWS me. IT also isn't like there are people EVERYWHERE, the pool had hardly anybody there. So I thought, I'll say hi and FORCE her hand. GUESS WHAT?? I was SNUBBED!!!! SO I just don't get it. What is it about people that makes them think that it is appropriate to act this way? What are our kids learning? I would DIE if I knew that one of my kids was treating someone this way. I would ALSO die if someone felt I treated them this way. Let's all make a pact. If you KNOW someone one day, act like you know them the next day. If you are in a bad mood, FAKE IT!!! SMILE!!!! Don't treat someone rotten just BECAUSE!!! I do NOT have time in my life to try and figure out if you are my friend or not. Either you act like you like me today and everyday after, or just move on. I'm not the friend for you!! I am by NO means perfect! I am not saying THAT! I just want people to be consistent. That's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe style="display: block;" id="richeditorframe"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115101605004981862?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115101605004981862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115101605004981862' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115101605004981862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115101605004981862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/snubbed.html' title='SNUBBED!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115085995499426922</id><published>2006-06-20T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:03:17.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery the Servant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Today, I woke up and had the worst cramps. Yes, I know! I hate that word too, but it IS a fact of life for alot of us women. I got up and took some Advil and set the heating pad up(I told you they were bad!) and laid back down. Glen got Jude out of bed and Avery told me that she would watch him. She is SO good with him. She brought him to me about 9:30 and said that he was asking for me. He laid in bed with me and fell asleep. Needless to say, I kept sleeping. It was NICE. Glen had taken Bailey (7) to camp, but I knew that Parker (4) was up. It was SO quiet in the house. I had told them to be quiet, but that was like a hour ago. When I got up they were playing so quietly. It was so cute. THEN - Not that all that wasn't enough, Avery (9) decides - ON HER OWN - to clean the kitchen for me. Not just clean, CLEAN! Loading the dishwasher,sweeping, Clorox sprayed all the counters, wiped the top of the fridge!! It looked AWESOME! I feel so blessed to have such amazing children. Avery is a pleaser, and loves to "make me proud". I love her so much. She brightens my life! Just thought I would share a proud mom moment. Please feel free to share one of your proud mom moments too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115085995499426922?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115085995499426922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115085995499426922' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115085995499426922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115085995499426922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/avery-servant.html' title='Avery the Servant'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115075964350229048</id><published>2006-06-19T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:02:10.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK-IN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I went to get in my car today and when I did, I noticed that my glove compartment and my console were both opened and everything thrown on the floor. THEN the big shocker - My iPod FM/AM transmitter (the device that I plug in my lighter so that I can listen to my iPod in the car) was GONE!!! Yep, I left my car unlocked and someone got in and had some of their own fun. In the words of my 9 year old," Well, Mom it looks like you learned your lesson!" Out of the mouths of babes I say!! So ladies! Lesson of the Day: ALWAYS lock your car! Even if it IS in your driveway and way back by the house. Like the police officer said, "They will steal right off of your night stand." Scary! Looks like I'll have to be satisfied with just running with my iPod instead of sharing it with the whole family in the car. My kids are SO disppointed! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115075964350229048?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115075964350229048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115075964350229048' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115075964350229048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115075964350229048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/break-in.html' title='BREAK-IN'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115065409826578051</id><published>2006-06-18T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T15:00:42.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Last week, my parents brought their trailer to the State Park near our town and stayed till today. Of course the kids loved it. We built the coolest fort with all sizes of sticks and branches. It ended up being about 10x6 . A pretty good sized fort I would say. Deer came up everyday and ate deer corn, we swam at the pool, ate outside, played football, all kinds of fun stuff. BUT my FAVORITE moment happened last night when we were all outside having a little "sing-a-long". My friend Paige, my brother Bradley, and my neice Ainlsey(3), Glen, all my kids and my parents were all around playing some kind of instrument and singing. Well, my brother can sing, but not so good with intruments, so he started dancing around with the kids on his back. Meanwhile, Paige is playing guitar and singing, I'm playing a bongo drum, mom is playing the moraccas and then the funny stuff starts. Let me TRY and paint the picture: Bradley, while he is dancing gets on the picnic table and starts to jump up and down with his cap on sideways, holding Parker in the front of him, Ainsley was on his back, and he starts yelling, "We are the Free People!! Come join our cult!!! We are Polygomist!!!!  I am the Prophet!!"(FYI - All that is NOT true!!). We couldn't really SEE anyone, but their were trailers ALL around us. It was hysterical!! I could not stop laughing. He is the jokester (obviously) in our family. I love being around him because no matter what, he will make you laugh and smile!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115065409826578051?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115065409826578051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115065409826578051' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115065409826578051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115065409826578051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115051438617106485</id><published>2006-06-16T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:58:41.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jude turns 2 AND Jude's first haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/1600/jude-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7297/3106/400/jude-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, My baby turned two today. The past two years have FLOWN by. It makes me so sad, but Glen keeps reminding me that it is better than the alternative. That's his way of saying just enjoy him while he's here. And I am. He is such an AWESOME little boy. I remember when he was born and I CRIED and CRIED!! I just felt SO blessed to FINALLY get my boy. I had dreamt of that day since I was a little girl and it finally arrived 2 years ago today. Happy 2nd Birthday my baby Jude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND guess who finally got a haircut. My dad, Glen, Anna, and a FEW other friends have been BUGGING me to cut Jude's hair for MONTHS!!! While others, me included did NOT want to. I guess everyone can tell who won out this time. So last night, we sat him in Glen's lap while my mom held his hands and my daddy videoed me cutting (I told you I would NEVER pay for any of my kids hair to be cut!!) my sweet baby's hair, curls and all. Yes, it was the most horrific 30 minutes ever. He screamed and kicked and sweated the ENTIRE time. Half way through I reminded all of them that we are NOW going to have to do this every few weeks to keep up the do. But I think that he will do better next time, now that he knows that we are NOT killing him. I sure hope so. It was not the most fun I've had!! So here is a picture of my 2 year old spiky hair little boy. Isn't he PRECIOUS????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115051438617106485?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115051438617106485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115051438617106485' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115051438617106485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115051438617106485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/jude-turns-2-and-judes-first-haircut.html' title='Jude turns 2 AND Jude&apos;s first haircut'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115031768061496917</id><published>2006-06-14T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:49:27.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you make time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;OK! So I have a question. How in the world does everyone keep up with this blogging stuff? My friend Anna and I (both fairly new to the blog thing) were talking and we both realized that this is almost like a full time job. How does everyone make time for it? I try and check mine in the morning and at night before bed, but still! It takes time to go to all your favorite sites and then to comment on a few and then to post one on your own site. Wow! This is wearing me out and I have just started really. Some of you have been blogging for a year or two. Crazy I say!!!!I love it though. It really is my new found hobby. Can it count as a hobby? So the question remains: How does everyone keep up with their blogging? I need some helpful hints here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115031768061496917?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115031768061496917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115031768061496917' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115031768061496917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115031768061496917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-do-you-make-time.html' title='How do you make time?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115021441212294929</id><published>2006-06-13T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:46:41.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I messed up. BIG TIME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well, I went back to change something on my ABC blog ( I put my favorite chore instead of the one I don't like) and I really messed it up. I have tried twice to change it and it erased half of my blog both times. So instead of trying to figure out what I am doing wrong, I am going to just write the rest of them AGAIN but on this new post. Sorry! Still trying to find out how to use this blog stuff. I hope this works!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job Title&lt;/strong&gt;: Mommy, Wife, A mother's day out teacher on Tues/Thur. during the school year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids&lt;/strong&gt;:3 girls, Avery(9), Bailey(7), Parker(turns 5 on the 29th), and one precious boy Jude(turns 2 on Friday) :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living Arrangement&lt;/strong&gt;: We all live in a 3 story house in a great part of town. We are very blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Admireable Trait&lt;/strong&gt;: I am pretty out-going. Some people find that admireable, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naughtiest Childhood Behavior&lt;/strong&gt;:I stole gum from TG&amp;Y when I was 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overnight Hospital Stays&lt;/strong&gt;: 4 with all of the births of my children. I enjoyed it overall. I could have gone without them checking my blood pressure every 2 hours though. It is hard to rest with all of that poking and prodding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phobia&lt;/strong&gt;: TORNADOES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote&lt;/strong&gt;:Use you manners. I seem to say that alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religion&lt;/strong&gt;: Church of Christ. More importantly, CHRISTIAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siblings&lt;/strong&gt;:One Brother. He is 3 years older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time I Wake Up&lt;/strong&gt;: First let me say that I love my sleep! Since school has been out I have been waking up aroud 8:30 or 9:00. Don't hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unusual Talent or Skill&lt;/strong&gt;:I asked Avery and she said," Being a good Momma?" Is that considered unusaul? It was sweet though. Some people say that I have good handwriting. Is that a skill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vegetable I Won't Eat&lt;/strong&gt;: Collard Greens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst Habit&lt;/strong&gt;: Thinking negative thought about myself. How sad that it is a habit. I need to work on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X-Rays&lt;/strong&gt;: I have had some x-rays of my throat because I was feeling like there was something in my throat all the time. And no they never figured out what it was, it just stopped one day. I have had a few CAT scans too. Long story - moving on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yummy Stuff I Cook&lt;/strong&gt;:Glen says I make a mean brownie and peach&amp;berry cobbler. Truth be told I don't cook very much. I can, I just don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoo Animal I Like Most&lt;/strong&gt;:We love to feed the giraffe cookies!&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/29215289-115021441212294929?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115021441212294929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115021441212294929' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115021441212294929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115021441212294929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-messed-up-big-time_13.html' title='I messed up. BIG TIME!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115016803795194007</id><published>2006-06-12T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:43:28.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I saw this on a couple of my favorite blogs, so I thought that it would be fun to do too!! Feel free to join the crowd and do it too!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accent&lt;/strong&gt;: Southern? A little texas draw I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bible Book That I Like&lt;/strong&gt;: Romans and of course Jude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chore I Don't Care For&lt;/strong&gt;: BATHROOMS!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog or Cat&lt;/strong&gt;: Really neither. I do like TRAINED dogs. I do have one cat though, Brady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essential Electronics&lt;/strong&gt;: Cell Phone (since we use ours as our home phone also), my iPod, and of course now it is my computer WITH the Internet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Cologne&lt;/strong&gt;: Il Baccio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gold or Silver&lt;/strong&gt;: I know gold is worth more, but I am a silver/white gold girl all the way! Platinum works too!! Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Handbag I Carry Most Often&lt;/strong&gt;: My white one my Momma bought me at Ross for my birthday last month. Thanks Momma!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insomnia&lt;/strong&gt;: Sometimes. If I've had too much caffiene maybe. Not lately though, I have been pooped at the end of my days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/29215289-115016803795194007?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115016803795194007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115016803795194007' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115016803795194007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115016803795194007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/abcs.html' title='ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-115007907177269300</id><published>2006-06-11T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:39:07.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIKING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am so excited!! I have a new fitness goal. Tonight we were at some friends' house and this discussion of hiking came up. Now I have always liked hiking. When I was little, we would go camping and would ALWAYS have a few days of hiking up a mountain or 2. So when this topic came up, I was pretty interested. Then our friend says that every year and sometimes twice a year, he takes 2 or 3 people on this extreme hike at Big Bend. This hike is 32 miles. Yep, you read that right. 32 miles. It takes 14 HOURS solid hiking to finish. So I have made a plan to go in the fall. I know, I know. It sounds crazy. I am so excited though. I have already made the goal to run a half marathon within the year, so I am just going to add this to my list. What do ya'll think? How awesome does that sound????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-115007907177269300?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/115007907177269300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=115007907177269300' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115007907177269300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/115007907177269300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/hiking.html' title='HIKING!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-114988496470467593</id><published>2006-06-09T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:37:32.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am not sure what to do about our cable. Ever since Glen and I got married, we have had the "basic" cable. You know the one. It has 20 channels, two of which are spanish speaking, 2 are shopping networks. REALLY it only brings in the main 4 stations without static. Well,  about 6 months ago my daddy was coming for a visit and wanted to watch something on ESPN (which we could get in our upstairs bedroom, but REALLY fuzzy). It worked good enough for Glen, but NOTHING that I would ask my daddy to watch. So as a surprise to Glen and my daddy, I bumped us up to the "big" cable. (As we call it) We have really enjoyed it. Glen and my daddy can watch their sports without fuzz, the girls can watch Disney channel, and I can watch my MTV shows. Perfect right? Well, I am trying to cut back on some our spending and what pops into my head first? The cable. Do the girls really NEED to watch the Disney channel everyday? They have learned so many things (good and bad) from that channel. Not my favorite. I think that they need to be doing something productive like reading or pretending or playing outside. I only let them watch maybe an hour everyday. That's not that bad. They need down time right?Does Glen not DESERVE to watch his Sportscenter when he gets home from a long day at work? And can I really go on without my MTV? I like a little down time too! Am I talking myself out of going back to the "basics"? I could really save about $20.00. Is it worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-114988496470467593?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/114988496470467593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=114988496470467593' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/114988496470467593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/114988496470467593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/cable.html' title='Cable'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-114973444695112095</id><published>2006-06-07T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:35:22.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you see my face?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This evening, I was in the kitchen cooking dinner when I heard sobbing coming down the stairs. I went towards it because I thought someone was hurt. When I got her (it was Parker ,almost 5) she had pretty much stopped. I asked,"&lt;em&gt;What's wrong&lt;/em&gt;?" and she said, "&lt;em&gt;Did you see my face&lt;/em&gt;?" When I took a closer look, I didn't really see much that was diiferent so I asked, "&lt;em&gt;What happened&lt;/em&gt;?" To which she replied in disgust, "&lt;em&gt;Avery made IT cry&lt;/em&gt;". I had to fight busting out laughing, When I finally burst out with a giggle(I triied to hold it in, but it didn't work), it made her start crying again. It was sad and funny all at the same time. We had THE talk of people not MAKING you DO anything. Tonight I told her to start crying and she said that she couldn't. So I told her that just like I can't MAKE her cry, NO ONE can. Who knows if she got that either. Can't say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I didn't try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-114973444695112095?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/114973444695112095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=114973444695112095' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/114973444695112095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/114973444695112095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/did-you-see-my-face.html' title='Did you see my face?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-114964853231945870</id><published>2006-06-06T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:19:05.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cut Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So guess what we did this afternoon? Anyone? Anyone? Yep, we went to get Avery's hair cut. The answers to my blog really persuaded me to let her get it cut. I did take Anna's advice and guided her a little bit about what kind of style to get. I told the hairdresser that we wanted it shoulder length and cut to flip out just a little with a few layers just at the bottom. So there I was feeling like a good mom watching her beam in THE chair. THEN!! I start to notice that the lady (which happened to be the same one that cut Bailey's) was picking up strands of RANDOM hair and cutting it. I looked at my mom (she went with us) and she looked at me. I felt myself get sick to my stomach. Haircutting is not that hard, but there are RIGHT ways to cut hair and then there are WRONG ways. I went to Cosmotology school for a while. I know what is right. And let me tell you. This wasn't it. Long story short (if that is possible) when the lady was done, Avery's hair was to her chin in the front and slanted down about 2 inches PAST her shoulders in the back. Avery's first words (with tears in her eyes I might add) were, "I don't like it." I had to FORCE myself to pay the $6.95 (I didn't leave a tip this time). I assured her that I would fix it. I had to bite my tongue and not say, " I told you so". I KNEW she wouldn't like it. So much for being a great mom. Now I'm the mom that LET her get her hair cut. Can I ever win?? We DID get home and I DID fix it. It looks MUCH better, but you know me. I see EVERY little peice that isn't how it is suppose to be. THEN I trimmed Parker's. She wanted 4 inches off. She showed me right where to cut. Low and Behold, she cries because I cut hers too short. (I promise I only cut where she told me to!!!) I just think that she was feeling left out of all the drama. In conclusion(that sounds corny!) I have decided to never cut my children's hair again. So be watching for them on the makeover show on Maury Povich!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-114964853231945870?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/114964853231945870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=114964853231945870' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/114964853231945870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/114964853231945870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/hair-cut-part-2.html' title='Hair Cut Part 2'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-114958073223634392</id><published>2006-06-06T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T00:58:52.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair cut!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Well I finally broke down and PAID someone to cut one of my children's hair. No! NOT Jude's! I'm sure most of you are disappointed, but I am just NOT ready to cut the curls yet. It is coming though, I feel it. This time it was Bailey (my 7 year old). She is so tender headed and ALWAYS fusses when she has to brush tangles out. She has told me in the past that she wants her hair short so that it won't be so tangly. So today, after a crying episode in the bathroom. Pitiful I tell you! I told her that we could go get her hair cut. $8.00 and 10 inches later, she has the cutest little stacked up bob. WAY cute on her. Problem is - Avery (my 9 year old) now wants to get her hair cut too. I LOVE Avery's hair. I am trying at this moment to get mine to grow and look just like hers. She has the thickest hair of anyone I know, including me. And I've got some locks going on. It's healthy, it's gorgeous and I don't want to cut it. So as I am telling Glen (my husband) this, he tells me that I am being unfair to only let one child get their hair cut and that Avery sure can get hers cut if she wants to. I told him that I am the Mom and until she is 18, that hair will be as I want it. (I wasn't in a very good mood a this point, I mean I am the Mom(did I already say that?)) She IS 9, and I understand that it IS her hair. I just really am not sure what to do. Her dad told her that she can get it cut if she wants. Can I go against that? Help me!!! Plus Parker is sure to follow suit. Am I fixing to shell out $16.00 MORE or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-114958073223634392?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/114958073223634392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=114958073223634392' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/114958073223634392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/114958073223634392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/hair-cut.html' title='Hair cut!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-114943964934038769</id><published>2006-06-04T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:45:37.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;So I am having a strange relationshop with compliments. Some compliments that someone might pay to me are like any other. It is sweet. I appreciate it and the day moves on. But last week, at the gym this guy who works out ALL THE TIME comes up to me. Let me paint a picture of this man before I go on any further. He is one of those guys that sweats not just a little bit, but through his whole shirt to be literally dripping. I sweat too. I might drench both sports bras, (got to have 2 to make the girls not move) but my entire shirt is not dripping. This man is also not what I would consider to be attractive. He IS older, friendly to everyone, and like I said works out ALL THE TIME. He usually does 2 classes straight through. That is some major working out, wouldn't you say? Well, the other day after Body Combat (combination of kick boxing / tae bo) this man walks up to me. Never said a word to me before, but this day was obviously different. He said, "&lt;em&gt;You really worked hard today. Good Work!"&lt;/em&gt; OK, So people have paid me this compliment before, but now that he has said it to me , I CANNOT get it out of my head. It is silly really. I mean, I know I work hard right? So why does it matter that he told me what I already know? The funny thing now is that everytime I get into a class and he is in there, I feel like I need to work harder. AND I hear his compliment in my head over and over and over and over. Am I that desperate for a compliment? I really don't think that I am, but I am starting to wonder. Does anyone else ever have this happen to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-114943964934038769?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/114943964934038769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=114943964934038769' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/114943964934038769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/114943964934038769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/compliments.html' title='Compliments'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29215289.post-114935698592949900</id><published>2006-06-03T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T12:22:47.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey Guys! Can you believe that I have a computer AND a blog now? This technology stuff is fun! I do have to say though, that it does take up a portion of my day that I am not used to giving up. Either during the kids nap time or even my laying out time. It is WAY fun though. Even addictive at times. I think the newness of all of it WILL wear off at some point right? It always seems to. I am not sure how to tell people that I have a blog now, so I might be journaling to myself I guess. We will see. Hope you all (whoever you is) enjoy this as much as I am!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29215289-114935698592949900?l=allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/feeds/114935698592949900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29215289&amp;postID=114935698592949900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/114935698592949900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29215289/posts/default/114935698592949900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthatsassafrass5.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14644291489793513637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q2BMx-aIxrA/R26nHTkRTGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/HLePc_zvn2s/S220/S5000498.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
