<?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-31781064</id><updated>2011-11-15T08:33:13.407-08:00</updated><category term='Fear Factor'/><category term='Dr. Who'/><category term='Hugh Jackman'/><category term='ultrasound'/><category term='dr. appt'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='spring'/><category term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>For the Love of Boys</title><subtitle type='html'>"That lion just said, this hippo tastes delicious!"-Logan</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-4704685251279732502</id><published>2011-08-23T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T08:31:41.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>How did this happen so fast? How did I go from having a little boy, to having a little boy who's starting Kindergarten soon? How did I miss all this in between? It feels literally like yesterday that I was holding him as a tiny baby in my arms, fresh from heaven? I cry, and I cry. How did this happen so fast? I'm not ready for this. I'm not ready for him to leave me and go to school. I want my little boy to stay a LITTLE boy forever. I want him to remain, this sweet, this gentle, this loving. I don't want him to turn into someone I don't recognize from that sweet little boy. Who knew being a parent would be so hard and emotional. It reminds me of that stupid country song about, "It won't be like this for long." it's already going too fast! I don't want it to go too fast! I want to savor these years. I want them to last for a VERY long time. I want my babies to stay babies! I don't want friends who influence their attitudes for bad. I want them to stay this way. I realize this is total gibberish, but. I've got to get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-4704685251279732502?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/4704685251279732502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=4704685251279732502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4704685251279732502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4704685251279732502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2011/08/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-206935913573062382</id><published>2011-08-11T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T08:54:54.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Run Down</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;yes, I know it's been almost a year. It seems facebook has become my online blog. A lot has happened. Lets see what I can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we aquired 3 apartment complexes and a house from Forrest's dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;registered Logan for Kindergarten (YIKES!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah is talking so much better now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our 10 year anniversary! (has it really been that long?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Europe (London, Scotland, Ireland and France) for our 10 year anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out we were PREGNANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a scare or two with the baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 31!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a trip to Oregon to watch my nephew, Liam be born! That was a cool experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about all that's happened here. We should be able to find out what the baby is next month. Crossing my fingers for a girl, but....I'll take a boy too. I mean, why not? we already have all the clothes.... *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-206935913573062382?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/206935913573062382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=206935913573062382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/206935913573062382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/206935913573062382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2011/08/quick-run-down.html' title='Quick Run Down'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-571970312214093981</id><published>2010-09-30T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T13:56:15.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Busy!!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry it's been so long since I've done a blog update. I'm working on a ton of pictures from the last month! They'll be worth the wait. Have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;checked out my photography blog yet? I know, everyones doing it, I'm such a follower:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sherwoodphotographs.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.sherwoodphotographs.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme know what you think? become a follower!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-571970312214093981?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/571970312214093981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=571970312214093981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/571970312214093981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/571970312214093981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-busy.html' title='So Busy!!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-6310685005170704321</id><published>2010-08-04T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:28:55.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!!</title><content type='html'>All right call me a follower, but I broke down and did it. I mad a photography blog. Here's my site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sherwoodphotographs.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.sherwoodphotographs.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out and add me if you like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-6310685005170704321?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/6310685005170704321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=6310685005170704321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6310685005170704321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6310685005170704321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-3946327058544028276</id><published>2010-08-03T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T16:04:27.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, it's been a while. I've had a lot going on. First off, got me a new camera! Finally. I can start working on my love of all things photography. Here's a couple pictures of the boys.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/TFifcBwSqAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lVcvTM4ss1g/s1600/Olsen+Fam+Photos+n+more+170b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501322248689199106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/TFifcBwSqAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lVcvTM4ss1g/s320/Olsen+Fam+Photos+n+more+170b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/TFifbsc5rsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/eMGaBcoxBDs/s1600/Olsen+Fam+Photos+n+more+159b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501322242970726082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/TFifbsc5rsI/AAAAAAAAAa0/eMGaBcoxBDs/s320/Olsen+Fam+Photos+n+more+159b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/TFifbCBHflI/AAAAAAAAAas/qhnq_tp7jss/s1600/Olsen+Fam+Photos+n+more+156b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501322231579901522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/TFifbCBHflI/AAAAAAAAAas/qhnq_tp7jss/s320/Olsen+Fam+Photos+n+more+156b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/TFifcqF0esI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HshJXy612Rg/s1600/Olsen+Fam+Photos+n+more+173b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501322259516914370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/TFifcqF0esI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HshJXy612Rg/s320/Olsen+Fam+Photos+n+more+173b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/TFifc_HHamI/AAAAAAAAAbM/AfPAI1pFZGw/s1600/Olsen+Fam+Photos+n+more+177b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501322265159494242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/TFifc_HHamI/AAAAAAAAAbM/AfPAI1pFZGw/s320/Olsen+Fam+Photos+n+more+177b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm toying with the idea of starting a photography blog. I know, just like everyone else. What can I say? I'm a follower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-3946327058544028276?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3946327058544028276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=3946327058544028276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3946327058544028276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3946327058544028276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-there.html' title='Hey There'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/TFifcBwSqAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lVcvTM4ss1g/s72-c/Olsen+Fam+Photos+n+more+170b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-5281565826664886323</id><published>2010-05-25T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T07:55:32.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiny, Whiny, Whiny</title><content type='html'>Why can't I get up the drive to lose weight? Why do I seem to like being fat? Why is my house a mess? Why do I have to be the fattest person in my entire family? Why can't I be more crafty? Why can't I be perpetually happy? Why does it have to be so hard for us to stay afloat? Why does this "job" work so well for others and we're still waiting for the payoff? Why do I feel so negative lately? Why is it so hard to wait, every month? Why do I feel so unpretty all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I get more parties booked so I can save money for my camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-5281565826664886323?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/5281565826664886323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=5281565826664886323&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5281565826664886323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5281565826664886323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2010/05/whiny-whiny-whiny.html' title='Whiny, Whiny, Whiny'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-5954037648582680941</id><published>2010-04-29T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T15:58:49.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happier Times</title><content type='html'>Well, that last post was kinda a doozy and took some wind outta my sails. I think I did more crying than typing. Anyhow. We're focusing on the positive now. Lets see what's happened. Forrest had an insurance conference down in Salt Lake about a week and a couple days ago now and I got to go with him. It was a lot of fun. I love to go to SLC whenever I have the chance. I don't know how to explain it, well, I do...but there's just a peace that I feel everytime I'm in that city. It makes me feel all mellow and calm inside. I love it, I love the hills that surround the valley, all the heritage that it's steeped in. It makes me want to step outside in the early morning air and just inhale. I know I'm sappy, what can I say. We got to stay in a Hilton Hotel it was nice. We were able to spend time with our dear, dear friends Byron and Molly Burkhart, we went and painted the town red. It was so awesome to see her again, I was reminded again all the fun and wonderful memories we share together that will always be a part of us. We also got to spend some time with our family...well, to us their family. We stayed overnight in Idaho Falls with the Fosburgs and ended up going on a date with them. We saw Date Night on a date night! LOL. Anyhow, I don't think I've laughed so hard in a movie in my entire life. Mary and I gripped arms in hysteria every now and then. It was so much fun to see them, I was hoping to suprise them, but Forrest would have none of that, he likes for people to be well informed we're coming. LOL. Then Mary and I went back to the old days of lets do something drastic with our hair and see what happens. She dyed hers BRIGHT red and I died my BLACK!!! Over all I think they both came out ok! and that little AJ. That kid LOVES me, well, the feeling is mutual. I really don't think that one day was nearly enough for me with them. Good thing I get my next fix in a couple weeks! weeeeeeeeeee! On the ride home from the conference we had a sick child in the car with us, that was an adventure, I think Forrest and I did some heavy duty praying that we would not fall victim to the flu virus. It payed off, thank heavens.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if anyone could help Forrest and I out we'd really appreciate it, he's just started with a company called Primerica. They just went public and are now traded on the stock exchange. The company has been in business since 1977, he could really use the word of mouth to get himself going. So if you know anyone that is looking for better rates on, life, auto or home insurance, we could use a shout out! He's trying to do this as another source of income for our family. We're really struggling right now and could use all the help that we can get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-5954037648582680941?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/5954037648582680941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=5954037648582680941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5954037648582680941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5954037648582680941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2010/04/happier-times.html' title='Happier Times'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-7958672811247126984</id><published>2010-03-16T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:15:34.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Terrible Months.</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in a long while. I'm a terrible person I know. Events have happened that have sapped my will to blog, let alone do much that's happy and fun. Lets see since January, I believe was the last post yes? Well, January....Forrest and I decided it was time to add another member to our family, well to try to add a member to our family anyway. It takes us quite a while to get pregnant, so we didn't expect much. lol. February, What a delightfully sucky month. I took a pregnancy test because I was 5 days or so late. Imagine my shock when I looked at the test and it said "Pregnant" I think I looked at it several times and said, seriously? seriously? I was in shock. Months ago prior to this day we were trying to get insurance coverage for me for maternity. We had to have this paperwork in by a certain day other wise coverage wouldn't kick in in December. So, we sent the paperwork in and checked it a couple days after the due date, much to our, mostly my dismay it was "Pending" still. I was heartbroken. Something had been telling me for a couple weeks, that this child or this timing for the next baby was crucial. When I heard that it wasn't accepted yet, I didn't know what to do. I cried about it and told Forrest about my feelings that this child was important. I didn't know whether the timing, or the child or both was important, imperative even.&lt;br /&gt;   Monday came and I went to get the mail. I opened one from our Dr.s office and imagine my suprise when I found one that said our coverage would begin December 1st! I was like the answer to a prayer. I started crying.&lt;br /&gt;    Flash forward to our Valentine's Date the 13th. I was so excited to find out that morning that we were expecting. It was all I could do not to tell Forrest all day long. I was so excited. It had only taken us a MONTH!! not 12 or more!!! It was carefully planned out that when we went to dinner I would make some excuse to slip off and ask the waitresses to put a binky on Forrest's plate for dinner. The time came, I slipped off. Dinner came and the binky was placed. Forrest got his plate and regaurded the binky with some confusion for several moments. Then he looked up at me and said, does this mean your pregnant? I told him yes. He looked much the same way I had when I took the test myself. I think he was in as much shock as I was. Dinner went swimmingly. Then as we're sitting in the car on the way back Forrest says to me, out of the blue, I'm not sure we should tell people right away. Instantly I could feel my alarm bells go off. That scared me, it really did. But, we decided to tell our parents the next day Logan made Valentines cards. We signed them Love, Logan, Micah and October. At first the parents didn't get it. My mom started crying a little when she got it. All was happy, Forrest's words the night before were still niggling in the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;My mother debated the next day on telling one of her co-workers that I was pregnant. She didn't end up telling her.&lt;br /&gt;Monday night we had FHE at the Pendergrasses. I was feeling a little odd and went to use the bathroom. The horror and worry I felt the minute I saw that pink on the toilet paper (sorry tmi I know) was staggering. The rest of the night was a blur of phone calls to the Dr's office for me, I don't remember what we had for dinner and couldn't taste much of it anyway. The bleeding worsened a little as the night went on and I PRAYED it wouldn't get worse.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning, we finally got into the Dr's office and my worst fear was indeed confirmed. A Miscarriage. I like to think I handled the new rather bravely as the Dr. left the room and even as we left. I handled it well until I got into my car all by myself. I sobbed, I bawled, I'm sure I looked like a freak sitting there in my car crying hysterically. In that moment, I didn't care. My heart was well and truely broken. I'd only been about 5 weeks along, how could I already love something so much? I felt empty inside. I went to go get a blood test to make sure everything was gone, that I wasn't have an ectopic pregnancy, there was a mother with a brand new baby in there. I cried again. It seemed so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;As I think back on it now, there were several warning signs that I should have picked up on. Feeling the baby was very important, I knew it was a girl, Forrest not being sure if we should tell people and my mother not sure if she should tell people. I think we were being prepared for this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, though I was very sad, I was alright. I knew that baby only needed get it's body and that was all it was called to do to complete it's journey. I knew that I'd get to see that child again, those thoughts comforted me.&lt;br /&gt;I found out one of my dearest friends was pregnant a week later. She and I had been pregnant together and would be due a week apart. That seemed to rip the hole in my heart quite a bit wider. I'm sure I wasn't as happy as I should have been, but my heart was still devestated and hurt. I wanted to be angry that she got to be pregnant and I didn't. But, I couldn't. In truth it's still quite hard for me, I want my baby, I want my baby. I was so excited to be pregnant, I want....my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think talking about it some helps with the grief. Who am I kidding? I have moments of happiness, moments of frustration with my kids. I try to supress my feelings of loss and depression. I cry alone by myself sometimes, like now. I'm very grateful that I do have two beautiful boys. They bring me much joy and much happiness and much love. I cannot imagine my life without their smiling faces and hugs and kisses. They are the balm for my grief, they help me stay in the here and now. The moments that I'll never get back with them. I do thank my Heavenly Father for giving me the opportunity to carry that tiny life, if only for a short while. I'm thankful for the trials he's given me. I know that's an odd thing to be thankful for, but it helps me not to take things for granted. I'm grateful for those who love me and call me friend, sister. I'm grateful for the steadfast rock that is my husband, my partner in forever. I'm sorry this was such a depressing post, but it was something I've needed to expel for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-7958672811247126984?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/7958672811247126984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=7958672811247126984&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7958672811247126984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7958672811247126984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-terrible-months.html' title='Two Terrible Months.'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-7314150569281372206</id><published>2010-01-25T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:08:08.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>I know, I'm fired. I havent' updated for so long. I still haven't posted pictures from Micah's birthday and that was in September. It seems as though Facebook is taking up my blogging life. I have to figure out where Forrest put all our pictures on this new system. It's annoying cause there was a ton. I swear I'll post again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-7314150569281372206?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/7314150569281372206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=7314150569281372206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7314150569281372206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7314150569281372206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-8168437348017286083</id><published>2009-11-03T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:56:44.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so naughty!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I haven't posted in a month???? where does the time go? not much, yet much to update. I'll do a quick recap. I need to get pictures of Micah's first bday up, but our comp with all the pictures on it totally crashed, so we're working on recovery right now. One of my cousins is moving back to Spokane with her family soon and I"m totally excited!!! Um, been working on a lot of projects. I've gotten the following done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 baby hats&lt;br /&gt;3 blankets&lt;br /&gt;2 pairs of booties&lt;br /&gt;several christmas wash clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a ton more to do&lt;br /&gt;I also just became a Scentsy consultant. For those of you who don't know what Scentsy is, it's AWESOME!!! it's a wickless alternative to burning candles. It uses a melter with a 25 watt bulb, and scented wax. So, it's safe around your kids and won't burn them should a spill occur. It's also as safe to leave on when you're gone as a regular lamp. It comes in over 80 scents and is pretty dang affordable. If you want anymore information on it, you can email me at homershippo@yahoo.com or check out my website at www.scentsy.com/jsherwood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-8168437348017286083?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8168437348017286083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=8168437348017286083&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8168437348017286083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8168437348017286083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-so-naughty.html' title='I&apos;m so naughty!!!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-4603754657313684374</id><published>2009-09-27T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:05:12.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I just felt a little sappy today and wanted to just put it out there that I'm thankful for Fall. I know, I'm a freak, I love everything about the fall and winter seasons.  I love how whenever it starts to get fall, when that first tiny nip is in the air, I start to get excited. I get the urge to nest, to bake, to make my home a cozy place. I want it to be a time that my kids will remember when they're full grown and appreciate (although we know how that'll work out) as they're teenagers. When they can come home and take that big deep breath and let it out on a satified and happy sigh, that now they're home and it feels like home. Where moms got something awesome smelling baking in the oven. I want them to have those smells that they inhale and it just transports them back to the days when they were carefree and innocent. I want crackling fireplaces, hot cocoa shared under snuggling blankets, quiet discussions and meals spent around the table as families. I love fall and winter for that reason I think, it drives you together as a family. Of course I also love all the other stuff too, the smell in the crisp morning air of the first wood fire of the season. I love watching my leaves change color and drift to the ground like confetti sprinkled by Mother Natures hand. I love when you get the first twinkly frost on your grass. And don't even get me started on snow.....&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've started my Christmas crafts now. I've just finished my crocheted christmas lap blanket. Let me tell you, that thing weighs a TON. Next up is finishing Logan's snuggly blanket with arms for Christmas. Then come the projects I'm really looking forward to. Snoflakes for the tree and windows. I'm so excited to start them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-4603754657313684374?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/4603754657313684374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=4603754657313684374&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4603754657313684374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4603754657313684374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/09/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-4060403057386081574</id><published>2009-09-23T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:10:51.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hysterical Micah</title><content type='html'>This kid giggles at the weirdest things. Most of the time it's Logan. This is probably the hardest I've ever heard him laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c6788d8f80cf3355" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6788d8f80cf3355%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331180329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D817E1C81DA503028FA5F61B7D8EDC56D90CE5255.1F2AF5754D53B43EADE43239333D284DF19280BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6788d8f80cf3355%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmJqeIslKbjWl5xPOktwMk8imBvY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6788d8f80cf3355%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331180329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D817E1C81DA503028FA5F61B7D8EDC56D90CE5255.1F2AF5754D53B43EADE43239333D284DF19280BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6788d8f80cf3355%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmJqeIslKbjWl5xPOktwMk8imBvY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-4060403057386081574?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/4060403057386081574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=4060403057386081574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4060403057386081574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4060403057386081574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/09/hysterical-micah.html' title='Hysterical Micah'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-4488069509855450569</id><published>2009-09-23T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:59:11.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Loganism</title><content type='html'>As heard when we were driving down the road the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes Logan?"&lt;br /&gt;"when I get older, I'm gunna change my name to James Merkel."&lt;br /&gt;"James Merkel? why?"&lt;br /&gt;"that's it, I wanna be James Merkel."&lt;br /&gt;"well I like Logan, can you please stay Logan?"&lt;br /&gt;"why mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;"cause that's what Mommy and Daddy named you."&lt;br /&gt;"oh, ok."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-4488069509855450569?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/4488069509855450569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=4488069509855450569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4488069509855450569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4488069509855450569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-loganism_23.html' title='Random Loganism'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-3707959654949926174</id><published>2009-09-20T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:07:50.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much uploading</title><content type='html'>Well, I thought I'd upload some of the pictures that were taken over our summer. We went sooooo many places! and of course (thank you blogger &gt;:( ) they're all out of order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrbNvX3JINI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1T24-BDT61w/s1600-h/summer+2009+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383716618310852818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrbNvX3JINI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1T24-BDT61w/s320/summer+2009+065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. It's Logan going on his first fishing&lt;br /&gt;trip with Papa, dad and Uncle Bryce. Here's Bryce with his little shadow,&lt;br /&gt;if you blow up the picture they're both dressed alike!&lt;br /&gt;Backpacks, walking sticks, boots the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrbNuxiG4tI/AAAAAAAAAZs/M8vKOK45gS0/s1600-h/summer+2009+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383716608022078162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrbNuxiG4tI/AAAAAAAAAZs/M8vKOK45gS0/s320/summer+2009+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan reeling in his first fish! (Uncle Bryce caught it and&lt;br /&gt;let him reel it in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrbNuW3QuRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4GmGJoNzPRM/s1600-h/summer+2009+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383716600863045906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrbNuW3QuRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4GmGJoNzPRM/s320/summer+2009+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisherman Logan ready for his first trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrbNt1uEZ_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/fQF34JSWjfc/s1600-h/summer+2009+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383716591966119922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrbNt1uEZ_I/AAAAAAAAAZc/fQF34JSWjfc/s320/summer+2009+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scenery from our diaper change with Micah.&lt;br /&gt;See the below picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrbNtSPw24I/AAAAAAAAAZU/HUzA8cfx3Vs/s1600-h/summer+2009+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383716582443768706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrbNtSPw24I/AAAAAAAAAZU/HUzA8cfx3Vs/s320/summer+2009+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is totally gross, but for some reason, whenever&lt;br /&gt;we go on a big family reunion with our little ones, natural&lt;br /&gt;dissasters occur. With Logan, it was puke, allllllll over the place&lt;br /&gt;down the front of himself and Forrest, thank heavens it was only&lt;br /&gt;formula then. This is Micah's natural dissaster. We kept wondering&lt;br /&gt;why it smelled so bad in the car, obviously he needed a diaper change,&lt;br /&gt;but we weren't expecting to find this. It was ALL OVER THE PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;Tennis rackets, arms, legs, carseat, pillows, Roscoe, hippo and face&lt;br /&gt;just to name a few, and no. that is NOT chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra9my9i4yI/AAAAAAAAAZM/uq_DIvPfDm0/s1600-h/summer+2009+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383698878780597026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra9my9i4yI/AAAAAAAAAZM/uq_DIvPfDm0/s320/summer+2009+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some nice scenery while we changed the "Diaper of Doom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra9mWr1WPI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TXXTmQo2Bkw/s1600-h/summer+2009+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383698871190116594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra9mWr1WPI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TXXTmQo2Bkw/s320/summer+2009+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it was a sweltering 105 out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra9lthmb4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ACk3K8rbt1g/s1600-h/summer+2009+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383698860141342594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra9lthmb4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ACk3K8rbt1g/s320/summer+2009+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah asleep with what we've now named "poo poo bunny"&lt;br /&gt;or "poo poo Roscoe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra9lM5f7mI/AAAAAAAAAY0/R5YLvcYqKUU/s1600-h/summer+2009+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383698851383209570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra9lM5f7mI/AAAAAAAAAY0/R5YLvcYqKUU/s320/summer+2009+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Logan really did fall asleep like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra9ksyi1RI/AAAAAAAAAYs/nzL1ySloKi0/s1600-h/summer+2009+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383698842764104978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra9ksyi1RI/AAAAAAAAAYs/nzL1ySloKi0/s320/summer+2009+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Birdie found someone to brush her hair for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra4kIVum6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/biujxUPm1Dg/s1600-h/summer+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383693335421426594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra4kIVum6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/biujxUPm1Dg/s320/summer+2009+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys playing in the sandbox/swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra4i1ObA3I/AAAAAAAAAYU/qMnLpcSKDzM/s1600-h/summer+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383693313110639474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra4i1ObA3I/AAAAAAAAAYU/qMnLpcSKDzM/s320/summer+2009+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these lilly white boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra4jiH2KiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ufj4PA6fFls/s1600-h/summer+2009+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383693325162654242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra4jiH2KiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ufj4PA6fFls/s320/summer+2009+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra4iFTc7kI/AAAAAAAAAYM/pNe8RJGeNwI/s1600-h/summer+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383693300246834754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra4iFTc7kI/AAAAAAAAAYM/pNe8RJGeNwI/s320/summer+2009+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy posin with his dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra4hQh1FMI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_nIzWulytQ4/s1600-h/summer+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383693286080058562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra4hQh1FMI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_nIzWulytQ4/s320/summer+2009+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra1P5fWL8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/BZrZSwIRBhQ/s1600-h/summer+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383689689302970306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra1P5fWL8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/BZrZSwIRBhQ/s320/summer+2009+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan being and awesome big brother and holding&lt;br /&gt;Micah's hand so he didn't fall in the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra1PWy3kBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Oaw27LfvQyU/s1600-h/summer+2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383689679989608466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra1PWy3kBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Oaw27LfvQyU/s320/summer+2009+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra1Oloo82I/AAAAAAAAAXs/hNzfJja4zYo/s1600-h/summer+2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383689666793370466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra1Oloo82I/AAAAAAAAAXs/hNzfJja4zYo/s320/summer+2009+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah's first banana, fed to himself. It was like&lt;br /&gt;he'd died and gone to heaven from the first bite.&lt;br /&gt;I guess he really is part monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra1NSCk6eI/AAAAAAAAAXc/O_VA5lW5nWE/s1600-h/summer+2009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383689644353579490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra1NSCk6eI/AAAAAAAAAXc/O_VA5lW5nWE/s320/summer+2009+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came upstairs once while doing laundry to find&lt;br /&gt;Logan sitting like this in the livingroom. He then moved&lt;br /&gt;and I saw this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra1OFZhgsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/IW9SVhdwmCI/s1600-h/summer+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383689658140033730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra1OFZhgsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/IW9SVhdwmCI/s320/summer+2009+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sra1OFZhgsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/IW9SVhdwmCI/s1600-h/summer+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd trapped his brother in the laundry basket! After about 3 minutes, Micah no longer found it fun. Well, that's all for now. I'll post more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-3707959654949926174?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3707959654949926174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=3707959654949926174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3707959654949926174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3707959654949926174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-much-uploading.html' title='So much uploading'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrbNvX3JINI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1T24-BDT61w/s72-c/summer+2009+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-1452769727369313068</id><published>2009-09-11T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:45:20.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Loganism</title><content type='html'>Wow, I was surprised to see no comment since I've posted for the first time in a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow you dirty slackers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan says, "I don't like his hair mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why?" I ask him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he needs a hur-cut. He needs to shave too." He replies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-1452769727369313068?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1452769727369313068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=1452769727369313068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1452769727369313068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1452769727369313068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-loganism.html' title='Random Loganism'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-929769114326900251</id><published>2009-09-09T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:33:59.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless, wordless Wednesday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sqfi_zXGoII/AAAAAAAAAXU/y7HH-wHFC1g/s1600-h/DSC03380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sqfi_zXGoII/AAAAAAAAAXU/y7HH-wHFC1g/s320/DSC03380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379517865664094338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sqfh6HhTj7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/AvCNYyZgbbg/s1600-h/DSC03401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sqfh6HhTj7I/AAAAAAAAAXM/AvCNYyZgbbg/s320/DSC03401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379516668484751282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sqfh5sjmNFI/AAAAAAAAAXE/gsa7F0BXxU8/s1600-h/DSC03392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sqfh5sjmNFI/AAAAAAAAAXE/gsa7F0BXxU8/s320/DSC03392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379516661246604370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This time 365 days ago, I lay drugged up, groggy and shaking in a hospital bed. Waiting to hear word, see and hold my youngest son for the first time. He was in the NICU being given some sugar water and being monitored for low blood sugars. I was still in recovery waiting for him and thinking a hotdog at the fair the night before had been a realllllllly bad idea! Forrest had come in to inform me that Micah was ok, just being monitored for his blood sugar and hopefully he'd be in in another half hour. What a torturous wait, having that child close to your heart constantly for the last 200 and some days and then to not be able to hold him was almost unbearable. I thank my mothers for keeping me company during that time. I would've gone mad had someone not been there distracting me! Since that beautiful day, there have been nights where I wanted to curl up in a little ball in a room where no one could find me, just so I could get some sleep. Nights of nervous breakdowns from lack of sleep and a crying baby. But, those small cons are greatly outweighed by the pros. A year of happy smiles, babble, splashing in the tub, laughing at your big brother, crawling, getting into stuff, learning there's water in the toilet and stuff in the cupboards, loving your mommy and crying when she leaves the room, reaching for mommy when someone else holds you, walking, pointing, laughing at the hippo in your bedroom, laughing at pictures of Logan, laughing at the pictures on the mantle, loving your Roscoe so much you giggle and reach everytime you see him, just to bury your face in his and find his ears to bring you comfort, saying mamamama and dadadada, learning you can carry things around when you crawl, loving your feet, discovering sippy cups, teething, family trips, loving your great grandparents, responding to the word yahooooooo, smiling, smiling, smiling has gone by in a heartbeat. It makes me ache that this year and these years go by so quickly. I want to savor these sweet memories and make them last because I know they'll be gone far too quickly. Happy 1st Birthday! I love you my little Micah, I cherish everyday with you. I've loved you since the moment you were created, from the first moment I felt your tiny little body moving inside my womb and from the moment I first laid eyes on you. My wonderful, happy sweet little Monkey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-929769114326900251?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/929769114326900251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=929769114326900251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/929769114326900251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/929769114326900251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless, wordless Wednesday!!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sqfi_zXGoII/AAAAAAAAAXU/y7HH-wHFC1g/s72-c/DSC03380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-6381249519204141592</id><published>2009-08-11T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:50:52.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oy!  Fun Times at Sherwood High!</title><content type='html'>Well, a lot has gone on in the last couple weeks. Nothing too productive,  but stuff none the less. Last week, Logan decided to get the flu. Then promptly the next day Micah got it. Daddy was at an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. and Logan was into stuff, Micah puked all over me about 5 times and then to top it off I finally get to sit down and have some dinner of enchiladas and then shortly there after, I start to feel a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crampy&lt;/span&gt; in the stomach. It progressively gets worse. Finally, my stomach hurts so bad that I have to call Forrest to get him to come home. About a half an hour later, guess who else gets the flu? that's right, mommy is the 3rd casualty. So Forrest got to stay home from work the next day to nurse a sick mommy, a slightly sick Micah and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rambunctious&lt;/span&gt; Logan back to health. Friday we decided to try the motor home out again for our trip coming up and drive to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Missoula&lt;/span&gt; Montana. All went well surprisingly, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt; the last time we tried to take it up a hill let alone a pass, it was like being in a pro rodeo. Anyhow, we camped in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart RV Park in Montana. Seriously, there were like 20-25 campers in that parking lot. And let me tell you, I wouldn't recommend it, unless you like sleeping in daylight like conditions, with noisy people and carts being smashed together at all hours of the night. So, I think we finally got the dang kids to sleep after about 1 am. We got to sleep shortly there after. About an hour later Forrest wakes me up and tells me, that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the latest casualty of the flu virus. My sleep fogged brain started to process it as...oh goody. I get to drive this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;monstrous&lt;/span&gt; camper &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alllll&lt;/span&gt; the way home.  Sure enough, the next morning, I got to drive a 20 foot long camper from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Missoula&lt;/span&gt; Montana all the way home! So, then the next day? or the same day we went and had a birthday party for Forrest, his loving wife made him a peanut butter chocolate cake from scratch. It took her 2 1/2 hours to make and was about 8-9 inches tall and very delightfully rich. So, we had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt;, it was pretty cool. Forrest still felt a little puny, but better. Sunday (Forrest's birthday, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;, 32) we get home from my parents house and there's a message on our answering machine from his sister. She was casualty number 5. Yesterday Forrest informed me that #'s 6 and 7 were his mother and our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;. I just actually got off the phone with his mom, who then assured me that casualties # 8,9 and 10 were the neighbors who attended. Trying to find my mom today I found her to be number 11. So, it's the gift that keeps giving. We apologize for spreading our love around, and thank the wonderful person who gave this to Logan in the first place. you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. With the weight news the good thing that came about from the flu is I ended up losing 3 lbs. I doubt I'll be having another loss this week. I won't be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; to gain any. Today was one of those days where I loath working out. I wish I could just be one of those people who are addicted to working out. It would make all this flipping fat come off faster. I'm officially now at the lowest I've been in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 3 years. I'm almost to the 20 lbs mark. Last weigh in was 19.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's goal is to get some canning done. I have 11lbs of peaches, 6 lbs of apples (to be made in to pie filling) and 4 lbs of strawberries (to be made into jam) in the works. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-6381249519204141592?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/6381249519204141592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=6381249519204141592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6381249519204141592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6381249519204141592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/08/oy-fun-times-at-sherwood-high.html' title='Oy!  Fun Times at Sherwood High!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-4596675803904805723</id><published>2009-07-30T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:55:34.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Random Loganism</title><content type='html'>So, Logan and I are sitting downstairs at the computer the other day, all the sudden he screams, "AAAAAhhhhh."&lt;br /&gt;"What?" I say.&lt;br /&gt;to which he extends out his legs that he's been sitting on and props them on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter?" I ask again&lt;br /&gt;"My feet are alseep." he says, then proceeds to yell, "Feet! Feet! Hey Feet! Wake up, it's not time to sleep!!! It's not night time yet!!! Feet!!! Feet!!! Wake up!!! It's not time for a nap!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I about fell out of my chair I was laughing so hard. He was serious, yelling at his feet to wake them up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, so on to some progress for me. Forrest got me a Wii game called My Fitness Coach for my birthday. I think...notice the word think there...that I've committed to working out with this psycho thing everyday now.&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap!! Today was the first day, I just did upper body. I was sweating like a pig!! of course the push ups didn't help either. All I know is I'm tired of being the fattest person in my extended family. It's really quite sad. I'm the one of these things that's not like the other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-4596675803904805723?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/4596675803904805723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=4596675803904805723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4596675803904805723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4596675803904805723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-random-loganism.html' title='Another Random Loganism'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-5360368903686761356</id><published>2009-07-22T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:04:41.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Loganism</title><content type='html'>As heard while we were at the dinner table. I was trying to get my brother Bryce to try a little Hummus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Come on Bryce, just try a little bit of it. Be a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan: Yeah, Bryce, be a big boy! You're wearing big boy underware now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-5360368903686761356?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/5360368903686761356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=5360368903686761356&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5360368903686761356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5360368903686761356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-loganism.html' title='Random Loganism'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-1643183375359812146</id><published>2009-07-16T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:32:26.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hur-doo</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd show off some pictures of my new doo. I cut about 12 inches off a couple weeks ago. Here ya be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359173872655341602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sl-cPjktGCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/rrTbPow4ZzM/s320/moi+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359173869211867250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sl-cPWvt2HI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jcO9NqPyx-E/s320/moi+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-1643183375359812146?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1643183375359812146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=1643183375359812146&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1643183375359812146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1643183375359812146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-hur-doo.html' title='New Hur-doo'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sl-cPjktGCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/rrTbPow4ZzM/s72-c/moi+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-2806920321632691532</id><published>2009-07-15T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:35:43.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the Urge</title><content type='html'>Wow, it must be that time of year again? I'm starting to feel the urge for fall/winter projects. Who know's if I'll get them all done, but here's what I'd like to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween shower curtain&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Shower Curtain&lt;br /&gt;Christmas quilts for two beds&lt;br /&gt;couple pillow cases&lt;br /&gt;crochetted snowflakes for our christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;a tree skirt&lt;br /&gt;finish my halloween quilt from a couple years ago&lt;br /&gt;crochet a snowflake garland and a couple snowflakes to hang in the window&lt;br /&gt;crochet a christmassy afghan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, big list...hopefully I can get it all done....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-2806920321632691532?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/2806920321632691532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=2806920321632691532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2806920321632691532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2806920321632691532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/07/feeling-urge.html' title='Feeling the Urge'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-2846479783992407891</id><published>2009-06-26T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:25:19.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SkVH4IwKKOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/A00IQ7ivkM4/s1600-h/DSC03432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351762761947424994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SkVH4IwKKOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/A00IQ7ivkM4/s320/DSC03432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leaving the hospital after my little loving Micah was born. I can't believe how different he looks now compared to his baby pictures. He was soooo tiny compared to Logan. Well, Logan wasn't THAT big, but still, Micah was a pound smaller! and he actually fit into newborn socks!! Almost makes me want to have another one....almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-2846479783992407891?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/2846479783992407891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=2846479783992407891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2846479783992407891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2846479783992407891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/06/flashback-friday_26.html' title='Flashback Friday'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SkVH4IwKKOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/A00IQ7ivkM4/s72-c/DSC03432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-2042617003923743937</id><published>2009-06-17T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:11:38.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Forrestism</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have to warn you, this is the best randomism ever! So, Forrest and I are driving down the road last night and we see this guy walking down the side of the road. Dark t-shirt, skinny jeans and dark touseled hair. Forrest in his usual weirdness says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should I run him over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to which I reply, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says, "dang."  then in a detached and somewhat quiet voice he says, "Maybe it's Edward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard!!! I was like did you just actually say that? that was the coolest thing you've ever said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-2042617003923743937?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/2042617003923743937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=2042617003923743937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2042617003923743937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2042617003923743937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-forrestism.html' title='Random Forrestism'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-4001091208304644965</id><published>2009-06-12T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:18:15.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flasback Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SjJ94c6MFpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ZdTgfx4Ty3U/s1600-h/DSC01909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346474116428600978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SjJ94c6MFpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ZdTgfx4Ty3U/s320/DSC01909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously...was Logan ever this little? This was my favorite face that Logan made. He always looked like a little salty pirate when he made this face, but believe it or not..this was his smile! Oh how the years fly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-4001091208304644965?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/4001091208304644965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=4001091208304644965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4001091208304644965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4001091208304644965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/06/flasback-friday.html' title='Flasback Friday'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SjJ94c6MFpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ZdTgfx4Ty3U/s72-c/DSC01909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-4545371569300802126</id><published>2009-06-05T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:43:15.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue!!!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I finally decided to post our Memorial Day pictures. I've been a little busy! We went to Lolo Hotsprings in Montana. It was a lot of fun, except for when it rained on us! oh, and the nekkid people, I coulda done without that too. We watched Vince and Renee's kids while they went and had a hour to themselves. Then they did the same for us. I go walking out to meet Forrest and he's got this...odd...look on his face. I turn the corner and &lt;strong&gt;BAM!! &lt;/strong&gt;naked man, right in front of me!! mind you, this isn't the first time that this's happened to us...(don't go to Jerry Johnson Hotsprings, if you don't want to experience nature in every sense of the word!) but luckily it was only one naked dude as far as I can see. So, I took off my glasses (not that it helped much, I'm not THAT blind!) and we got into the pool and hovered in our own little corner. Next thing you know, the pool is invaded by a bunch of people sporting the Fully Monty! I'm talking there were suddenly like 40 naked people swimming all around us!! *shudder* so, akwardly, we, who were fully clothed vacated the pool quickly. Vince and Renee were puzzled by the fact that we came back early, until we let them in on the nudie secret. Their faces were priceless. Anyhow, aparently we missed the sign on the door that said, nudist nights were Wednesday and Sunday after 9 PM!! Yay, lucky us! I've now had my fill of naked people for a lifetime!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343864971210339266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sik44NilM8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/qi_AM9OPHE4/s320/155.JPG" /&gt;Too slow on the picture taking, Logan was kissing Micah too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343864959152779586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sik43gn1cUI/AAAAAAAAAWA/q-0Jd7ZF7b4/s320/154.JPG" /&gt;Vince and Renee. Lilly girl was sick that morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343864957620448178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sik43a6f67I/AAAAAAAAAV4/khfbZOvzo0w/s320/131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of Logan Cheese! He's so silly, I love that kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343864951120100658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sik43CssfTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/THmE0OKX5-Y/s320/121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet happy little Micah. When I put this on my computer as the background, he looked over at it and squeeled in excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343864946186890530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sik42wUhrSI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3ohSqL8vIUM/s320/114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Cheesy Logan face. He likes to strike poses for the camera, complete with goofy faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343861497605414962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sik1uBWoYDI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Z2OX_5jAYAQ/s320/111.JPG" /&gt;Dominic being the cheesy dude that he is. Hardly holds still long enough for you to take the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343861494740083474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sik1t2re4xI/AAAAAAAAAVY/LN7DW4q4yII/s320/110.JPG" /&gt; Forrest and his little dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343861488690115154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sik1tgJDslI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/L45wtPfpxuk/s320/108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was at breakfast, with me trying to take the picture without falling into the river! And our camper that was waaaaay fun to drive in. Bucking Bronco anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343861488141145170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sik1teGLFFI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mOp1uy0xm2M/s320/107.JPG" /&gt; He's an angel!!! The sun was just perfect!! Had to take the shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343861481701593794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sik1tGG3UsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/t_mrq8YPfko/s320/104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls in the kitchen doing what we do best! Man, that was good dinner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, all in all it was a fun, eventful trip. I loved when we all got to go up Lewiston hill in the camper like we were on a bucking bronco! YEEEEEHAAAAAWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-4545371569300802126?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/4545371569300802126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=4545371569300802126&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4545371569300802126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4545371569300802126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue!!!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sik44NilM8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/qi_AM9OPHE4/s72-c/155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-6834715493843874207</id><published>2009-05-21T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:52:55.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parks, Sick Days and Overheard</title><content type='html'>While Mary and Eric were in town last weekend we went to Riverfront and played with the kids for a little while. Here are some random shots from the adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 Amigos!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/ShVah57Zi-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-O5vIiFw_90/s1600-h/DSCN1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338272471849733090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/ShVah57Zi-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-O5vIiFw_90/s320/DSCN1850.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah having a swing ride for the first time by himself. He absolutely loved it!! Kicked his feet the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/ShVah6D5jBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/VlcGgKlPN-8/s1600-h/DSCN1752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338272471885384722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/ShVah6D5jBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/VlcGgKlPN-8/s320/DSCN1752.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma and Logan chillin in the stroller right before we fed the ducks. Phew, all that water and all those kids made me so nervous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/ShVahuYr1XI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Uo5KmjE-9mk/s1600-h/DSCN1746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338272468751340914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/ShVahuYr1XI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Uo5KmjE-9mk/s320/DSCN1746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture, Logan and his big cheesy grin, then theres the clueless look on Emma's face! Totally cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/ShVahmpnypI/AAAAAAAAAUI/G1ubEttOAnA/s1600-h/DSCN1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338272466674895506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/ShVahmpnypI/AAAAAAAAAUI/G1ubEttOAnA/s320/DSCN1736.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a fun day, til we came home! Logan had lain down for his nap, woke up and had dinner, but was complaining that he didn't want any. He was made to eat several bites before he got down without finishing it. I was in the bathroom when I hear him coughing, next thing you know, Logan has puked all over the kitchen floor. The poor little kid then proceeded to look like death warmed over all weekend!! On Sunday, ironically I was in the bathroom again and Micah started coughing, then he threw up all over the livingroom floor! (our new carpet.....NOOOOOO) We almost had to take him to Urgent Care on Monday, but the dr. decided he would be ok if we didn't. Logan finally started feeling better on Tuesday and Micah was perky this morning and playing. I'm assuming he's back to his good old self now. Doesn't have all his appetite back, but he's eating!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least,  sadly overheard yesterday at the mall while eating: One teenaged girl, bragging to a teenaged boy about how she once had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;alcohol poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and was sick for two weeks afterward!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO!! McFLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-6834715493843874207?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/6834715493843874207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=6834715493843874207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6834715493843874207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6834715493843874207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/05/parks-sick-days-and-overheard.html' title='Parks, Sick Days and Overheard'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/ShVah57Zi-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-O5vIiFw_90/s72-c/DSCN1850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-2384131754713154504</id><published>2009-05-12T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:01:47.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renee's going to laugh</title><content type='html'>This my friends is the #1 reason you should be watching Dancing With the Stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335076356902485682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sgn_rh7B_rI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eHz4RPjgQPk/s320/satc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And #2 which is a relatively minor thing, if you've seen the above picture. The man can DANCE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-2384131754713154504?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/2384131754713154504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=2384131754713154504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2384131754713154504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2384131754713154504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/05/renees-going-to-laugh.html' title='Renee&apos;s going to laugh'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/Sgn_rh7B_rI/AAAAAAAAAUA/eHz4RPjgQPk/s72-c/satc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-5729087491875030770</id><published>2009-05-11T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:42:15.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>What the heck?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-ZjOEk4-dI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-ZjOEk4-dI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-5729087491875030770?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/5729087491875030770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=5729087491875030770&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5729087491875030770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5729087491875030770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/05/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-687789645746943608</id><published>2009-05-08T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:55:46.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend</title><content type='html'>wow, we had quite the weekend. We had 7 members of my family staying with us and it was pleasant. My Uncle, his wife and a couple of their kids stayed here. I got to snuggle on my littlest cousin Russell, who looks just like my uncle. JUST like my uncle. We had a baptism for my cousin Samuel (I can't believe he's 8 already) on Friday, Grandpa Bruce's funeral on Saturday and Russell's baby blessing on Sunday. So, it was quite the jam packed weekend.&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was wonderful. I was fine til I hugged my nana. She told me that she loved me and that she was so proud of me and I cried. Bruce looked a little different without his glasses, but I guess you don't really need them then. The eulogy was given by my uncle Kent who gave us a brief history of our grandpa's life. What an example he was! He always had a positive attitude. It made me want to strive to be a little more like him, in dealing with the things life gives you. The thing that killed me the most, just broke my heart, was seeing my littlest brother just sob. (makes me tear up right now!) This is the first grandfather that he's lost...How well I remember that ache in your chest when your grandfather passes away. I loved Bruce and I loved my Papa. It was so sad to watch my little brother live that. He doesn't remember our papa, he was a year old when he passed away, this is the first person he's been related to that's passed on. All I could do was try and comfort him. I hope he realizes that for all my big sister bossiness I love him so much. I cuddled him as a baby, I've watched him grow. I hope he listened to that eulogy and the music and I hope it helped him feel closer to his Heavenly Father. I hope it helped him realize the type of man he wants to become. I hope it touched him. I know it touched me. What else really impressed me was that my dad's Seargent and Captain came to support him along with a couple other co-workers. They came dressed in their uniforms. It makes me remember when papa passed away, I was only 12, but I still remember all those troopers that came for my father, the respect and admiration they gave him. I remember on the way to the cemetary, we had a full entourage. We went down Pines with troopers and lights at the front and at the rear. I hope I can make fond enough memories in my life time that my kids will remember me with kindness, love and understanding. I hope we can make them some fond memories of times spent together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;On another subject, I've decided to make myself a small goal. We have a family reunion in August, which I'm greatly looking forward to, even though I just spent a whole weekend with them. I've decided that I'm going to try and make a big enough dent in this weight loss battle that when everyone see's me they'll realize the difference. Is that vain? I feel like the 17lbs I've lost already isn't very noticable? But, I've also made it a goal to work out everyday. So far I'm 2/2 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-687789645746943608?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/687789645746943608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=687789645746943608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/687789645746943608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/687789645746943608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-3462874132377943615</id><published>2009-04-28T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:51:17.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News...</title><content type='html'>I came home today to a blinking light on my machine.&lt;br /&gt;It was my mother.&lt;br /&gt;I think she was a little in shock. But then after I listened to the message, I think I too was a little in shock.&lt;br /&gt;My Grandfather passed away today.&lt;br /&gt;I was ok until I had to explain it to my sweet little boy who's been praying for Grandpa Bruce's recovery, and thanking Heavenly Father that Grandpa Bruce could feel better. I told him that we no longer could go see Grandpa Bruce, that he went back home to live with Heavenly Father and Jesus again. I couldn't do it without crying. Bless Logan's tender little heart, he was so sad. I don't think that he fully understood what I was telling him, but I think that he gathered from mommy crying that it wasn't a good thing. As I sat on the couch relaying the message to my husband who was a work Emma and Logan were sitting at the table and this is the conversation I heard:&lt;br /&gt;Emma: Why is your mommy crying Logan?&lt;br /&gt;Logan: She's sad&lt;br /&gt;Emma: Why is she sad?&lt;br /&gt;Logan: She's sad cause Grandpa Bruce went to live with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he understands more than I give him credit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself filled with regrets. Though this is probably not the proper place to air them, I feel I need to get them out. I regret that I didn't listen to the prompting I received more fully. I'm disapointed that I didn't get out to see Nana and Bruce more. I love him, I hope he knows that. I'm so very thankful that I get/got to have the opportunity to be blessed with 3 grandfathers when normally people only get to have 2. He loved us so much, I know that. He came to the hospital to see us when we had both of our precious little boys. The love he had for my children as he cradled them in his arms was akin to the Savior I think. The joy he got as he held his grandchildren was plainly aparent. I'm so glad that he could be a part of our lives, that we could get to know and love him as a grandfather, I'm glad he made my Nana's life so happy. After Papa passed away, she was still our Nana, just a little diminshed, then when Grandpa Bruce came along, he lit her up like a candle. She was so happy. I hope in some way, I can be there for her. Though my part may be insignificant to her greif, if I can be there and help it will be a blessing. I love you Grandpa Bruce, I'm sorry that I ignored things that I should've listened to, it'll be one of my deepest regrets. Thank you for blessing our family with your love. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-3462874132377943615?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3462874132377943615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=3462874132377943615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3462874132377943615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3462874132377943615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/04/news.html' title='News...'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-6621827217475622983</id><published>2009-04-24T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:43:40.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Me Post</title><content type='html'>I know I've mentioned this before but it's still bugging me? if you don't wanna read a poor me post look elsewhere, lol. I just want to know why people find our presence so repugnant? I mean, we never get invited to do something with people other than the two sets of people who are our closest friends. (and some people just can't help that they don't live in town)I kind of feel like an outcast in our new ward, well I did in our old ward too. I feel like I don't fit in. Like I don't have all the nice clothes and well put together outfits. I feel like our ward has already formed little circles of friends and I'm on the outside looking in...still. It really kind of knocks at your self-esteem you know? I just want to know if I've offended someone or if people just generally don't like us? I feel like I always have to invite myself places/to hang out with people just so I can feel like I have friends. I know this is probably stuff I should just put in my journal, but I really need to get this off my chest. I don't want to be someones charity case, that would be more insulting than the whole situation. I just want someone to want to be friends with me because they like me and my personality and want to get to know me better. I don't want it to happen because they feel bad for me.  How can you be surrounded by people and feel so alone all the time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-6621827217475622983?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/6621827217475622983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=6621827217475622983&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6621827217475622983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6621827217475622983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/04/poor-me-post.html' title='Poor Me Post'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-8051670998326151202</id><published>2009-04-22T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:47:40.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess no one but my mother found that last post funny. I've been busy with a couple projects. I swear Stephani those earrings are on their way. We've had a really busy week/end. Friday night my dad called to inform us that my grandpa/his stepdad had had a stroke. He was on his way to the hospital to see how things were going. This is my Nana's second husband and I'm hoping she can hold up under all this stress that's going on right now. His whole left side was paralyzed.  We went to see him on Saturday, I must admit I was a little apprehensive about going up to see him. It wasn't him though, I don't like seeing people in pain when there's nothing I can do about it and I always feel akward in those situations like I'm doing more harm than good or I'm just in the way or something. Anyway. He was having some swallowing issues, and last I knew they thought he'd had anoter mini stroke yesterday or the day before. He was on a breathing machine and I didn't know that meant he was on life support. Here's the moral of this story and I'm very sad that I had to learn this the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, I had a prompting that I needed to visit Nana and Grandpa Bruce. I thought I'd make them some banana bread and take it over for a visit. I ended up getting busy and pushing it aside. When we had conference a couple weeks ago I was watching a talk and I had the prompting again that I should go visit them. Again, I got busy and didn't end up going and pushing it aside again. I forgot about these promptings until the night we found out he was in the hospital and we were saying family prayer and it hit me. You didn't listen to the promptings now, look at what has happened. I didn't listen and that could potentially haunt me for the rest of my life. I'm very upset at myself, I should have listened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-8051670998326151202?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8051670998326151202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=8051670998326151202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8051670998326151202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8051670998326151202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/04/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-1201595972825253351</id><published>2009-04-19T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:04:17.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Loganism</title><content type='html'>While spending the night at my parents house, watching National Geographic with Papa and Bryce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lions on T.V. had captured a poor hippo (sniff, sniff, poor hippo) and were in eating process when the camera catches one lion licking it's chops. Logan turns to Nana with a smile and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That lion just said, this hippo tastes delicious!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa to Logan (probably trying to spare his young mind the horror of a fresh lion kill):&lt;br /&gt;"I think that hippo got away."&lt;br /&gt;Bryce: "nuh-uh!"&lt;br /&gt;Logan: "Nuh-uh, they're eating it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought these were too hilarious to pass up. My mom had to call me to tell me them and we all laughed so hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-1201595972825253351?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1201595972825253351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=1201595972825253351&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1201595972825253351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1201595972825253351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-loganism.html' title='Random Loganism'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-3771574607315859080</id><published>2009-04-03T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:30:56.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Pictures</title><content type='html'>The first pictures are now up on my jewelry site, drop by and let me know what you think. Can't wait to hear from ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-3771574607315859080?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3771574607315859080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=3771574607315859080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3771574607315859080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3771574607315859080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-pictures.html' title='First Pictures'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-7961401388275116015</id><published>2009-04-02T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:01:32.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving It Another Try</title><content type='html'>I've decided to try again at online selling of my jewelry. I'd love for you guys to take a look at it. I'm going to try and get the site up and running in the next couple days and put a few things on there. This is something I'm really passionate about, I'd love to see my jewelry adorning ears, necks and wrists all over Spokane. I was selling it in a little tea shop called Mad Hatties, but she closed down so I've got to find another way to sell it. I hope my prices are reasonable enough to tempt you to buy...hee hee. If anything ever breaks on you, just bring it to me and I'll fix it for you. If you'd like to take a look at my stuff there's a link right at the top left of my blog. It's called Babioles. There's instructions there for buying if you wish. Please take a look and let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-7961401388275116015?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/7961401388275116015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=7961401388275116015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7961401388275116015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7961401388275116015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/04/giving-it-another-try.html' title='Giving It Another Try'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-1756852406860330371</id><published>2009-03-31T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:28:47.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found it, I found it!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I found the camera finally, in, of all places, the glovebox in the van. What the heck was it doing in there? anyway here's a couple pictures that were on there that I thought I'd post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdL6kftUwBI/AAAAAAAAASs/abyS7eFNKV0/s1600-h/LoganMicahfeb09+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319589614771814418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdL6kftUwBI/AAAAAAAAASs/abyS7eFNKV0/s320/LoganMicahfeb09+089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdL6kOsIUlI/AAAAAAAAASk/VHO3kfNJJ6w/s1600-h/LoganMicahfeb09+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319589610203402834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdL6kOsIUlI/AAAAAAAAASk/VHO3kfNJJ6w/s320/LoganMicahfeb09+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdL6jwYrCHI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZiemkhvDTLM/s1600-h/LoganMicahfeb09+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319589602068727922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdL6jwYrCHI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZiemkhvDTLM/s320/LoganMicahfeb09+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdL6js4QtkI/AAAAAAAAASU/J_eVgPyHl9Y/s1600-h/LoganMicahfeb09+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319589601127478850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdL6js4QtkI/AAAAAAAAASU/J_eVgPyHl9Y/s320/LoganMicahfeb09+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdL6jAZp7LI/AAAAAAAAASM/akMOGLjz7RY/s1600-h/LoganMicahfeb09+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319589589187947698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdL6jAZp7LI/AAAAAAAAASM/akMOGLjz7RY/s320/LoganMicahfeb09+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdLohOYcNVI/AAAAAAAAASE/sLigSSe99D4/s1600-h/LoganMicahfeb09+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319569767371912530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdLohOYcNVI/AAAAAAAAASE/sLigSSe99D4/s320/LoganMicahfeb09+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdLog6VB0PI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JJxrCWZr3R4/s1600-h/LoganMicahfeb09+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319569761988890866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdLog6VB0PI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JJxrCWZr3R4/s320/LoganMicahfeb09+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdLogpa7GAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/uAp5m644Xfk/s1600-h/LoganMicahfeb09+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319569757450213378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdLogpa7GAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/uAp5m644Xfk/s320/LoganMicahfeb09+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdLogUBG52I/AAAAAAAAARs/5xjmnkzwFoc/s1600-h/LoganMicahfeb09+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319569751704790882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdLogUBG52I/AAAAAAAAARs/5xjmnkzwFoc/s320/LoganMicahfeb09+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdLofwLrA9I/AAAAAAAAARk/Hpj0A35gJPU/s1600-h/LoganMicahfeb09+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319569742085424082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdLofwLrA9I/AAAAAAAAARk/Hpj0A35gJPU/s320/LoganMicahfeb09+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-1756852406860330371?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1756852406860330371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=1756852406860330371&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1756852406860330371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1756852406860330371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-found-it-i-found-it.html' title='I found it, I found it!!!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SdL6kftUwBI/AAAAAAAAASs/abyS7eFNKV0/s72-c/LoganMicahfeb09+089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-3001683346196747373</id><published>2009-03-31T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:51:42.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Tuesday/Random Loganism</title><content type='html'>I decided to post a touching tuesday post. I was out a little late last night with Renee. Logan is an early riser and Forrest takes off early too. So, this morning at 6:30 Logan came and got into bed with me. I happened to turn over in my sleep and Logan scoots closer to me after I shift again to get comfortable, I hear him in a really soft voice say, "It's okay..." and then I feel a little hand on my face, stroking my cheek while saying it's ok. Then soft little fingers caress my eyelids just like I do to help my boys sleep. Then the hands go to my hair to stroke my hair,and then stroke down my arm, all the while soft little words he's saying.I peeked my eyes open a little, his face was about an inch from mine. It. about. broke. my. heart.  &lt;br /&gt;  That right there, lets me know that I've not failed as a mother. It lets me know that I'm doing my job and I'm doing it right. My son, who thought I needed some comfort used the very same methods that I use to help him/them when they're in need of comfort. I'm so blessed and thankful to have two such beautiful and wonderful boys that give me so much delight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-3001683346196747373?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3001683346196747373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=3001683346196747373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3001683346196747373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3001683346196747373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/03/touching-tuesdayrandom-loganism.html' title='Touching Tuesday/Random Loganism'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-1647885876360530750</id><published>2009-03-26T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:13:13.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Well, thought I'd make a post. I know right? an actual post. It seems as though our digital camera has grown legs and walked away. Seriously, I have no idea where it has gone to. I'd really like to take some pictures and such, but, it seems as though that's not in the cards for us. I recently got back some pictures that I needed to develop. Man, as my mom said, you can tell I've lost some weight, she told me that I'm now, "not all neck." Thanks mom, love you too! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm down about 16 lbs now. Only..gee...I don't know 90 some more to go? Man this is depressing. Uh, what else? Life's been pretty boring. Just working on my projects, for some people I can't show them yet, so...haha, well, I couldn't show them if I wanted to, seeing as how the cameras missing. Man, I'm tired. Ok, enough useless rambling. It's time for some much needed sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-1647885876360530750?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1647885876360530750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=1647885876360530750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1647885876360530750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1647885876360530750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/03/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-8621269860140206612</id><published>2009-03-23T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:07:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;I feel loved when...&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My Primary Love Languages are probably &lt;b&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/b&gt;  and &lt;b&gt;Words of Affirmation&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;table width="250" border="1" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#819CE2" bgcolor="#C2CAE0"&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Detailed Results:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#FBFCFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#E5EBFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#FBFCFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#E5EBFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#FBFCFF"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h3&gt;About this quiz&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt; Unhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages.  It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tag 3 people so they can find out what their love language is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href=" 20face="%22Trebuchet%20MS%22%20size="%22+1%22%3ETake%20the%20Quiz!%3C/font%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Ca%20href="%22%3Ca%20href="" ie="'UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=" tag="edified-20&amp;amp;index=" linkcode="ur2&amp;amp;camp=" creative="9325"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Five%20Love%20Languages&amp;amp;tag=edified-20&amp;amp;index=blended&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; face="Trebuchet MS" size="-2"&gt;Check out the Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-8621269860140206612?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8621269860140206612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=8621269860140206612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8621269860140206612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8621269860140206612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-love-languages.html' title='My Love Languages'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-6841813249087442079</id><published>2009-03-20T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:06:17.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, this commercial makes me laugh soooo hard I had to post it. It makes Forrest shudder. My favorite part in the whole thing is, "What? you think this is wrong? this is a little gift from Mother Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iT89qfDx3yM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iT89qfDx3yM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you'll just have to go with the link. I hate blogger. I don't understand why I can't put stuff I copy from youtube on here???? I copy and paste the embed part and only get half of what I copy. yet...yesterday it worked? go figure that one out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-6841813249087442079?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/6841813249087442079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=6841813249087442079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6841813249087442079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6841813249087442079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/03/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious!!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-1361609165986331605</id><published>2009-03-18T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:56:50.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep herding at it's finest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I just had to share this video. This is INSANE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why they posted twice, oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-1361609165986331605?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1361609165986331605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=1361609165986331605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1361609165986331605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1361609165986331605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/03/sheep-herding-at-its-finest.html' title='Sheep herding at it&apos;s finest!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-3503435220097876547</id><published>2009-03-18T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:19:01.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the Monkey Poo</title><content type='html'>Well, Micah had his 6 month appointment today. I must say, mommy was pretty brave when he got his shots. I didn't cry at all. I got a little close, but I held it. He didn't even cry with the first poke. My brave little Monkey!! Anyway, here's his stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 16 lbs 10 ozs&lt;br /&gt;Height: 27 Inches&lt;br /&gt;Head: 42 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are his percentiles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 20%&lt;br /&gt;Height: Nurse put 40%, Dr. Lady put more like 30-35%&lt;br /&gt;Head: .... 5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right folks. He's inherited his fathers head! Anyway, he's so much different from Logan at this age! I think Logan was in about the the 25% for weight, 95% for height and 75% for his head, (yes, yes, I know he inherited my head! It's not that big! it's normal!)&lt;br /&gt;So, Micah's  short, skinny(even though he doesn't look it) and has a pin head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited Twilight will be in my hot little hands Saturday morning. I can't wait or the GNO at my house to watch it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-3503435220097876547?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3503435220097876547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=3503435220097876547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3503435220097876547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3503435220097876547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-on-monkey-poo.html' title='Update on the Monkey Poo'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-8885052043232579247</id><published>2009-03-09T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:12:35.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Crazy Wonderful Years!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SbV_Aw3n-4I/AAAAAAAAARc/QJW6mEoLRt8/s1600-h/IMG_9752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311290986648304514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SbV_Aw3n-4I/AAAAAAAAARc/QJW6mEoLRt8/s320/IMG_9752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is the day 8 crazy wonderful years ago that I was married to the love of my life. 8 years!!! I can't believe it's been that long. To me, the sign that you have a happy marriage is that you can't believe it's been that long already. When you look back and say, wow, has it already been this long? it feels like it's only been 4 years, 5 years. But not 8! I look back on the time when we met I was 20, in singles ward, and thinking some day my prince will come. Then, one sunday we were having the break the fast prayer and they called up Forrest Sherwood. Surely, as I remarked to my best friend who sat next to me, surely, no parent is that cruel. Who would name their child Forrest Sherwood. That's just a terrible thing to do to a child. Then when you turned around and I got to see you, none of that mattered. You, my loving friend were gorgeous. Even as I thought this, my heart sank. Surely someone that looked like you, would never be interested in someone that looked like me!!! You were certainly out of my league. So, you went into the catagory of "To Flirt With, But Don't Count On It." I flirted, like some pre-pubescent teenage girl, knowing that nothing would come of it (as my luck had proved on past trials and errors.) I attended FHE one night, back when there was Volleyball on Monday nights. You and I got put on a team, and we crushed our opponents like Batman and Robin, as I remember remarking to you. I flirted more and you walked me to my car, as I sat in the drivers seat and looked up at you in the moonlight, I knew I liked you, I could tell you were flirting a little but I didn't get my hopes up. From then on there was FHE at my house when I played my little female mind games, dates with Mary (luv ya) and eventually by sheer astonishment to me, a relationship blossomed. I remember being so frustrated when you wouldn't kiss me, it took all I possessed not to just kiss you myself. 3 months you made me wait!! I still remember and cherish the time I kissed you on the front porch and you almost fell off in astonishment and wonder with a "whoa" on your breath. I remember all the nights we had such a hard time saying goodbye. Nights spent sharing long hugs under one coat in the cold night air. I think Shakespeare had it right when he said "parting is such sweet sorrow." Finally there was the email that you wrote, a copy that resides tucked in my journal with the words, "Jandre, I think I'm falling in love with you." I was so shocked I almost fell off my chair. Deep in myself I felt the echo of those words. We talked of marriage and I wasn't sure yet, if you were the one. I remember the night so very fondly that I knew you were the one. Laura and I had our "ritual night" out at the temple with our thermos of hot cocoa. We discussed things of the future as we normally did as we sat on the curb mugs in hand. I remember confessing to her that I didn't yet know if you were the one. I regaled her with all your wonderful traits. It was then that the line from my Patriarchal Blessing came to mind, and I knew, beyond all reason and rhyme that you were my promised EC. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, all I could do was cry, and when Laura asked what was wrong, I could only reply with, "he's the one. I know now, he's the one." You proposed the most wonderful way on the most wonderful day. You know how much I love Christmas, so you took me on a fancy date on the 23rd of December. To a fancy dinner, and a christmas concert in a cathedral. How was I to know our debate about feeling the spirit in a cathedral would lead to a proposal? I remember wanting to go walk around the temple with you since it was snowing. I love the snow. I remember the hug at the corner, I remember walking back and in front of the gates suddenly you were on your knee in the snow. I was shocked, flabbergasted and excited. I'm sorry I left you down there cause I was giggling too much! I was so happy right then. The day we got married was unarguably one of the best days of my life. Much is said about it in my PB and I'll tell you now, it's all come to pass, and it's all true. When I walked in those doors and I saw you waiting, the look on your face told me more than any words ever will just how much you truly loved me. That moment in time will be forever frozen in my memory, my heart swelled with love for you. To watch your eyes tear up...I loved looking into your eyes as we were married. I can't even describe the feeling. It was odd leaving with you rather than going home with my parents. I was married!!!! The years have flown by so quickly! I cherish the memory of each one. None more so than our fifth anniversary when we celebrated with the birth of our first child, our precious Logan, and our eighth with the addition of our little smiley Micah. You are  the most wonderful husband, best friend, confidant, lover, father, provider, mechanic, patriarch, computer fixer, rough houser, house cleaner, diaper changer, handy man, best friend, husband, best friend, husband that I could've ever dreamed or asked for. I love you so much and I look forward to Eternity with you. je'taime mon amour pour temps et eternite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-8885052043232579247?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8885052043232579247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=8885052043232579247&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8885052043232579247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8885052043232579247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/03/8-crazy-wonderful-years.html' title='8 Crazy Wonderful Years!!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SbV_Aw3n-4I/AAAAAAAAARc/QJW6mEoLRt8/s72-c/IMG_9752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-2698980178382867366</id><published>2009-03-07T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:38:30.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of all joys!</title><content type='html'>well, now on top of everything else. Logan has come down with Pink Eye....argh. So, needless to say, with a cold for each of us, an ear infection for Micah and I and Pink eye for Logan. We're not going to church on Sunday. Where's the list so I can sign up for us not to be sick anymore? I mean really? who ordered all this? It sure wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note. We moved things around in our office this morning. I now have a bigger sewing table in my sewing room. Hopefully now, I'll be able to place my mondo cutting mat on it now too! yaaaay. I'm planning on a couple projects, I bought some fabric a while ago and it's so cute, I just can't bring myself to use it for JUST anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310531505861457778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SbLMRKdkd3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GSEFZMV912c/s320/BELON2MH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310531510242666370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SbLMRayIZ4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Qufs4LoQLoQ/s320/BELON3RA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310531511773234818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SbLMRgfDBoI/AAAAAAAAARE/xQ6w4DIcC2U/s320/BELON4CI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310531518730290274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SbLMR6ZvRGI/AAAAAAAAARM/ruThCJ98UY0/s320/BELON5RN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310531523097800594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SbLMSKrCL5I/AAAAAAAAARU/OSNVNOaLoBQ/s320/BELONDES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are just a couple of the peices I have. I also have a Paris one. But those of you who know just how much we love Paris know that, that is going to be a very, very special project indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-2698980178382867366?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/2698980178382867366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=2698980178382867366&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2698980178382867366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2698980178382867366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/03/joy-of-all-joys.html' title='Joy of all joys!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SbLMRKdkd3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GSEFZMV912c/s72-c/BELON2MH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-3376382047004628680</id><published>2009-03-04T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:43:17.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeeehaw!</title><content type='html'>Well, Mama went to the dr. this afternoon. I have an ear infection. Yeeehaaaw. He said there's fluid around my eardrum. So, I got some pills to help kill off the infection, which could have side effects of Yeast Infections...oh joy of all joys! But, the Non hearing should go away in about a month. Yay!!! But, if my eardrum bursts, it could go away sooner. Greaaaaat. Happy day, happy day. I guess it could always be worse though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-3376382047004628680?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3376382047004628680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=3376382047004628680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3376382047004628680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3376382047004628680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeeehaw.html' title='yeeehaw!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-2358331608046170033</id><published>2009-03-04T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:20:53.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sick of Being Sick!!</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems as though we've been sick for months now...oh, wait, we have. Forrest started us off in January with some funky sickness. We've had the sore throat, stuffy nosed generic cold. Then it morphed into something grosser, and accompanied by a cough. It took Forrest probably about a month to get rid of his sickness. Then the boys started getting it. The funky cough, then Logan popped up with a double ear infection. We thought Micah might have one too, but he didn't he decided to pop two teeth!!! But, now the boys are starting to get over their cough and sickness, right in time for me to get it!!! Now I've got the runny nose and the cough. Then last night, on the way home from my parents house, I was fine. When we got home, I suddenly can't hear out of my left ear! Well, I can but it's very muffled! So, we went to bed and I woke up to feed Micah at 1 or so and my ear hurt sooooo bad. Luckily we have some ear numbing drops they gave us for Logan once upon a time. Forrest put those in my ear and then gave me a blessing. This morning I still can't hear. I'm suspecting somehow? I have an ear infection. So, I'm going to try and go in and see the doctor today. I really hope it's an ear infection and not something worse! I'm just terrified they'll stick something in there and it'll hurt. I don't know, I'm just a wuss! I've sprayed our house down with Lysol and Clorox. Why won't this crap go away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-2358331608046170033?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/2358331608046170033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=2358331608046170033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2358331608046170033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2358331608046170033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-sick-of-being-sick.html' title='So Sick of Being Sick!!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-8386516845520432837</id><published>2009-02-24T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:08:16.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful chance for a giveaway</title><content type='html'>I found this on Arah's blog. It's a chance for a giveaway for a beatiful peice of handmade jewelry. some of the peices are pretty inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;Just go here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cinnamonsticksboutique.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cinnamonsticksboutique.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for a chance to enter.&lt;br /&gt;Then here:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://thirtyhandmadedays.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thirtyhandmadedays.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for an additional chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has some awesome peices!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306411048088727730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SaQou9GJcLI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7k-x02A33pM/s400/bracelet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306411047021849506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SaQou5HyK6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/G9GAKB025JY/s400/bracelet2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-8386516845520432837?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8386516845520432837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=8386516845520432837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8386516845520432837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8386516845520432837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonderful-chance-for-giveaway.html' title='A wonderful chance for a giveaway'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SaQou9GJcLI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7k-x02A33pM/s72-c/bracelet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-2098901028007029023</id><published>2009-02-22T14:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:47:46.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahah, is that a hint?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I'm cruising project playlist looking for some music and this pops up as a advert.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305756775056000674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SaHVrQHVxqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3uPbpO_VyoI/s400/image001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is that a hint as to my music selection? LOL. Anyway, I thought it was cool that we're on the internet now, as an advert! BTW, I was searching music from a forum for one of my book series'. I'm not a godsmack fan, just so you know! LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-2098901028007029023?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/2098901028007029023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=2098901028007029023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2098901028007029023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2098901028007029023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahah-is-that-hint.html' title='Hahah, is that a hint?'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SaHVrQHVxqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3uPbpO_VyoI/s72-c/image001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-6787808491504252279</id><published>2009-02-20T07:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:13:44.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Off</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm sad to say I'm totally falling of the weight wagon. I don't wanna be, I've just been so lazy. I feel like I'm eating my way through to my next cycle! I finally quit taking the pill that I was taking because I'd have a cycle every two weeks or every 11 days (sorry I'm trying to keep this as PC as possible.) I know I've probably gained back 10 lbs. I just don't know where to get the motivation from. I'm so lazy. I'm tired of being fat, I'm tired of looking at myself in the mirror and sighing. I'm tired of saying someday, someday I'll look that good again. I'm tired of not being what I picture my husband deserves (boy, we're digging deep into the hurt, it's hard looking at your own self esteem with a magnifying glass. I'm tryin not to cry here as I hash this out.) he deserves someone with a beautiful body. I'm tired of buying clothes from the plus sized section and thinking, just because I'm overweight doesn't mean I don't have a sense of style!!! I wish someone could just take my body and do the work for me. I know that's not how it's going to work, I know that's selfish, I know that's lazy. But that's where I'm at right now. I need to pick my head up outta the dirt and get back in this game. I think I just need to find the right motivation for me. After I had Micah I was all gung-ho to go back to WW and I did, I lost 14 lbs. I'm going out on a limb here, I'm going to do something and maybe it'll help me get a better  motivation on it all. I weighed in at my last Drs. appointment, when I was pregnant with Micah and was at the highest I've ever been in my life 270...After having him and going back to WW I've gotten down to 236. This is the lowest I've been in years, when I got pregnant with Logan I was 227. I need to get back to this place. To find my motivation. I'm tired of looking in the mirror and not being happy with what I see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-6787808491504252279?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/6787808491504252279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=6787808491504252279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6787808491504252279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6787808491504252279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/02/falling-off.html' title='Falling Off'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-9096578600350713380</id><published>2009-02-17T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:54:37.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I know it's a couple days late, but anywho. The Pendergrasses and us went to PF Chang's for dinner on Vday. It was packed, but the food was deeeelicious. I think we shall be going there again. They ordered crab wontons and I, yes I loved them!! Here's a picture that I stole from Renee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303794540415875634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SZrdCKck-jI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Z7jpfaCy6LM/s400/DSCN0818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna see the rest of the pictures, feel free to go to Renee's blog, it's under Pendergrasses in the bar. Happy V Day! Forrest let me do his hair different for the day since it was Valentine's doesn't he look, hot? and younger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-9096578600350713380?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/9096578600350713380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=9096578600350713380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/9096578600350713380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/9096578600350713380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SZrdCKck-jI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Z7jpfaCy6LM/s72-c/DSCN0818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-381248781021468105</id><published>2009-02-13T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:58:55.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first Questionare of the year</title><content type='html'>Mary had this on her blog so I figured I'd better do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the new 2009 edition of getting to know your family and friends. Here is what you are supposed to do, and try not to be lame and spoil the fun. Change all the answers so that they apply to you. Then send this to a bunch of people you know, INCLUDING the person who sent it to you. Some of you may get this several times; that means you have lots of friends. The easiest way to do it is to hit 'forward' so you can change the answers or copy and paste. Have fun and be truthful!I want to see your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1.What is your occupation right now? Mom, Nanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What color are your socks right now? no socks, going Au Naturale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What are you listening to right now? The sound of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What was the last thing that you ate? Mint gumdrops, last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Can you drive a stick shift? yes, but I don't think you'd want the car back afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Last person you spoke to on the phone?lemme look at the caller id...my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you like the person who sent this to you? Since I originally got it from Renee in an email,&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.How old are you today? 28 yrs, 8months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? Football and soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is your favorite drink? Water with a straw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Have you ever dyed your hair? several times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Favorite food? Mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What is the last movie you watched? Pride and Predjudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Favorite day of the year? Any day i get to spent with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.How do you vent anger? With a lot of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What was your favorite toy as a child?Aparently my doll named Rastus and mary, don't feel bad about your dolls disease, this one has no arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What is your favorite season?Winter, I know, I know, I'm one of those sicko's! I like the cuddling aspect and the beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Cherries or Blueberries? I can't stand blueberries, so Marachino cherries it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Do you want your friends to e-mail you back? how bout tagging a couple people? I say &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Laura Pitman, Laura Plouzek and Bethany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Who is the most likely to respond?mmm, that's a tough one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Who is least likely to respond?Everyone who doesn't read my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Living arrangements? I live with 3 boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.When was the last time you cried? the other day when I realized when I yell at logan I should look at him and remember him as a baby and think, should I yell at my baby. That made me feel a little like crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What's on the floor of your closet?A lotta clothes and shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending to? well, Mary's my oldest, but I'm not really sending it to her am I? it's a blog...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.What did you do last night? Nada, played some cards with me madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.What are you most afraid of? used to be needles, but I don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers? Spicy or spiced up? like with all the fixin's? I am a total fixin's girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Favorite dog breed? I want a teacup chihuahua or yorkee, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Favorite day of the week? Friday or Saturday, whenever we get to have a whole day together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.How many states have you lived in? 1...I don't get out much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Diamonds or pearls?Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.What is your favorite flower? a Stirling Silver rose...They're a pale, pale, purple rose. I think there was a ton of them in the movie "bed of roses." here's a pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/capturelease/2280810159/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/capturelease/2280810159/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/capturelease/2282030382/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/capturelease/2282030382/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-381248781021468105?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/381248781021468105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=381248781021468105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/381248781021468105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/381248781021468105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-questionare-of-year.html' title='The first Questionare of the year'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-6018749801157830412</id><published>2009-02-11T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:52:01.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another random Loganism</title><content type='html'>as sung while sitting next to me on the couch today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus wants me for a Sun...bink, a sun....bink, a sun....bink."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-6018749801157830412?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/6018749801157830412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=6018749801157830412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6018749801157830412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6018749801157830412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-random-loganism_11.html' title='another random Loganism'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-7105921055692918759</id><published>2009-02-07T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:27:51.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Random Loganism</title><content type='html'>We visited the pet store last night. For those of you who know Logan well, know he's DEATHLY afraid of the big turtle they have at Evergreen Pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan is saying family prayer before bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for puppies, thank you for kitties, thank you for fish, thank you for turtles. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you the big turtle is locked up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the things they say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-7105921055692918759?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/7105921055692918759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=7105921055692918759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7105921055692918759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7105921055692918759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-random-loganism.html' title='Another Random Loganism'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-3310386578993207699</id><published>2009-02-04T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:12:54.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Boredom</title><content type='html'>Hehe, nice title no? Well, not much is going on at our house. Micah's been a little sicky, got a sore throat. Logan has gotten over his sickyness. Forrest on the other hand is STILL sick. He's been sick for like a month now. Right at this moment he sounds a little like Barry White. I have an awfully cute video to post. But, concidering how long it took last time to post one that was massively shorter; I don't know if I'm up to the challenge again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-3310386578993207699?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3310386578993207699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=3310386578993207699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3310386578993207699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3310386578993207699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-boredom.html' title='Random Boredom'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-27983014960712392</id><published>2009-01-20T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:40:05.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follicular Forrest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293597631756001314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SXai_9iqYCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/yMG9YrvvOfw/s400/Christmas+and+Crochet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293597635239606914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SXajAKhN-oI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NGools4UexE/s400/Christmas+and+Crochet+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293597639073964610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SXajAYzZokI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ffHLjjYZ6BY/s400/Christmas+and+Crochet+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SXajA-ODbUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/deRC1r394S0/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Crochet+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293597649117867330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SXajA-ODbUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/deRC1r394S0/s400/Christmas+and+Crochet+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I went on vacation and Forrest had previously been growing facial hair again. He said he was gunna shave it while I was gone. I was a little sad cause I NEVER get to see him in facial hair cause he hates it, and that's putting in mildly!!!! Imagine my suprise when I came back to find my wonderful husband still fully goateed. I guess he got a couple complements on it at church and work and so on. Shortly after arriving home and several tickly kisses later, I gave my permission to shave, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if I got to take progressive pictures as he shaved. The first look we have is the fully goateed, followed by the stache and a soul patch, followed by the copstache&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(My personal favorite on him, for reasons that make me laugh)(he just looks funny ok?) and lastly we have the Charlie Chaplin/Adolf Hitler, which ever you prefer. I thought this one was hilarious, and lopsided. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293601770683156450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SXamw4Pyx-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/dB5jI6T3_IM/s400/Christmas+and+Crochet+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, we have him clean shaven. It's amazing how the years fall off when  man shaves. Incidently Logan took this picture. I think we may have an aspiring Ansel Adams on our hands!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-27983014960712392?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/27983014960712392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=27983014960712392&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/27983014960712392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/27983014960712392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/01/follicular-forrest.html' title='Follicular Forrest'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SXai_9iqYCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/yMG9YrvvOfw/s72-c/Christmas+and+Crochet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-1388726960739764813</id><published>2009-01-05T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:03:44.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Little Logan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SWJULbWeFbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lIOM9PDij2I/s1600-h/DSC03502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287881467783681458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SWJULbWeFbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lIOM9PDij2I/s320/DSC03502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is a very Special day for you. Not only for you, but for your father and I. Today is the day you made us the happiest people on the Earth. Today is the day of your Birth. The day you came into our lives. 3 years ago this happened and it feels like it was just yesterday. We tried for a little over a year to concieve a baby, mommy wanted one so bad and had the hardest time waiting to have her dream come true. A couple days after mothers day, I found out I was expecting our first child. I knew, I just knew you were going to be a boy. We wanted a boy first so badly. (mommy's feeling a little emotional and having a hard time typing through tears here.) Mommy and Daddy had been talking before we were pregnant, Mommy has always liked the name Logan, What about Logan Russell I asked? As I said this name to your Daddy, the Spirit swelled in my heart and I knew this was a very special name. One of my children HAD  to have this name.  Russell was Mommy's Papa's name. Papa was a very special man to Mommy. He passed away many years ago when Mommy was 12. When Mommy couldn't have her kids yet on this Earth, she went to visit Papa's grave and asked Papa in a quiet moment if he would watch over her babies while he was in heaven with them. Mommy felt Papa near and a feeling of "you know I will." in her heart. We had our ultrasound and found out that you were indeed a little boy.  You were due on the 14th, 27th and then the 30th of December. You however had other plans in mind. You wanted to stay in that nice warm environment. The Dr. wanted to induce us on the 5th of January. So, we went into the hospital and got induced. All was going well, until your heartbeat started dropping between Mommy's contractions. The Dr. wanted to do a C-Secton before it turned into an emergency. So, off to surgery Mommy went and you were born at 3:28 PM on the 5th of January. You were 8 lbs and 6 ozs. and 21 inches long. (no wonder mommy's ribs hurt!) You had a TON of red hair, it looked curly, but when it dried it was straight. You had the most unique cry I've ever heard it was a deep and throaty, nnngaaa nnngaaa sound. Daddy was so proud to have a little boy. We had a couple names for you, but knew pretty surely before we even thought of your name that it should be Logan Russell. Nothing else fit you. As you've grown the name has been appropriate. Papa was a very loving and patient man. You my son, are the embodiment of his personality. You have such a soft and gentle spirit about you. You love with your whole heart, you love your little brother and are so very careful and patient with him. You always have a ready smile for us and tell us you love us. You make us smile and laugh with the silly things that come out of your mouth. You are a wonderful and protective big brother, you're mommy's little mother hen. You love to watch mommy cook and love to figure out how things are made. You know how to count to 10, and say your ABC's. You're smart, if you don't know how something works, you figure it out. I cherish each day I spend with you. Though I may not show it all the time, I do love you, Logan. I love you with all my heart. I'm so grateful that Heavenly Father saw fit to give us your gift. I'm grateful he put your little spirit into our keeping and blessed us with you forever. To this day mommy still can't hear the song "Godspeed" by the Dixie Chicks or "Bring the world his Truth." without bursting into tears. I picture dancing with you at your wedding to the Dixie Chicks song and the one that kills me is the second song. I picture you with your fellow missionaries in the MTC singing this song to Your Heavenly Father.  Do you see how soft you've made me...(I bet nana's laughing at this now to see what a sap her heartless daughter has become.) I Love you Logan, you're my little Knight in Shining Armor. You've made me one of the happiest people in the world. Happy Birthday My sweet, sweet Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-1388726960739764813?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1388726960739764813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=1388726960739764813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1388726960739764813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1388726960739764813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-my-little-logan.html' title='To My Little Logan'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SWJULbWeFbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lIOM9PDij2I/s72-c/DSC03502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-8508534506288374714</id><published>2009-01-02T19:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:57:44.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Little Moment</title><content type='html'>We've got the Puny's at our house (how ever you're supposed to spell that. Everyone is sick!) Forrest is spending a little moment with the boys and tells me to come out to take a picture, this is what I found. A sweet little Daddy and Sons moment! Makes you say, awwwww. Forrest is sporting the Mountain Man look again! *meow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286911146815363650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SV7hrUD7mkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/hQ9bD7zNbwI/s320/Christmas+and+Crochet+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-8508534506288374714?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8508534506288374714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=8508534506288374714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8508534506288374714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8508534506288374714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-little-moment.html' title='A Sweet Little Moment'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SV7hrUD7mkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/hQ9bD7zNbwI/s72-c/Christmas+and+Crochet+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-7881720570650126223</id><published>2008-12-30T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:50:50.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's a Big Boy Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVrO56Ux5WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QsQ2aRexbAg/s1600-h/DSC03683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285764606976976226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVrO56Ux5WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QsQ2aRexbAg/s320/DSC03683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so proud of my little buddy Logan!!! Just like everything else this kid has done cold turkey in his life, Nursing, Pacifiers, Big Boy Beds! He's decided to potty train himself. He's been wearing big boy underware for about 2 1/2 weeks now! I'm so excited, I don't even know what started it! I think I made a really big deal of it when he wen't #2 in the potty one day (just like usual!) Then, the next thing I know, we're in Target and he's telling me "I have to go potty mommy!" We didn't hesitate, we ran for the potty. Mommy even made a big deal right there in the store! I'm so proud of my little mister! He's even been wearing his big boy underware to bed! and being dry in the morning! For Christmas, he even got some Spiderman undies that he picked out, from Nana! He was just tickled! Way to go Logan, I'm so proud of you! (phew, little tear going there! *sigh, I've turned into my mother*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVrMhGG9xiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WE8pM_7FqJE/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Crochet+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-7881720570650126223?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/7881720570650126223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=7881720570650126223&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7881720570650126223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7881720570650126223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/12/whos-big-boy-now.html' title='Who&apos;s a Big Boy Now?'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVrO56Ux5WI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QsQ2aRexbAg/s72-c/DSC03683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-206757426269462517</id><published>2008-12-28T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:55:44.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Christmas and more!</title><content type='html'>All right, I hate uploading pictures onto here cause it takes forever and a day. Then you get it all on here and you have to edit, edit, edit. ARGH. Well, here are some pictures that were in the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhs0-da-vI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tt59VIuU6zE/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Crochet+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285093820094675698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhs0-da-vI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tt59VIuU6zE/s320/Christmas+and+Crochet+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Christmas lights outside the house. Yes, there are several out and not all the lights are on. heheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhs0RlPSEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/CRx_eHCYmrQ/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Crochet+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285093808047867970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhs0RlPSEI/AAAAAAAAAOE/CRx_eHCYmrQ/s320/Christmas+and+Crochet+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought these pictures were gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhszn6c5AI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9YfiwD0JpA8/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Crochet+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285093796862551042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhszn6c5AI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9YfiwD0JpA8/s320/Christmas+and+Crochet+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's like the memories you have as a child, well me anyway cause I'm weird like that, of how cool the snow looks ontop of Christmas Lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhszYeyCgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/D7vN0r5FJp4/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Crochet+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285093792719964674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhszYeyCgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/D7vN0r5FJp4/s320/Christmas+and+Crochet+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this icicle hanging on the side of the house was about 3-4 feet long and about 3 inches around. Before it broke off today it was almost to the ground and about 6 inches around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhszNl6CFI/AAAAAAAAANs/sklhNktAHsQ/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Crochet+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285093789797058642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhszNl6CFI/AAAAAAAAANs/sklhNktAHsQ/s320/Christmas+and+Crochet+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The snow around our house right after we had that 18 inches of snow over night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhnv8dwQoI/AAAAAAAAANk/vKoKkgMlVjA/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Crochet+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285088236101714562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhnv8dwQoI/AAAAAAAAANk/vKoKkgMlVjA/s320/Christmas+and+Crochet+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our bush outfront of our window covered in snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhnvie2h_I/AAAAAAAAANc/WwvjjRdgcxs/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Crochet+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285088229126998002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhnvie2h_I/AAAAAAAAANc/WwvjjRdgcxs/s320/Christmas+and+Crochet+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mantle this year with 4 stockings instead of 3. Micah's is off to the right out of the picture. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhnvbwECZI/AAAAAAAAANU/t1SPLhwWjm0/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Crochet+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285088227320138130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhnvbwECZI/AAAAAAAAANU/t1SPLhwWjm0/s320/Christmas+and+Crochet+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhnvP0oRgI/AAAAAAAAANM/XQDB5bS_xX8/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Crochet+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285088224118064642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhnvP0oRgI/AAAAAAAAANM/XQDB5bS_xX8/s320/Christmas+and+Crochet+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute little crochetted animals that I've been working on. This is a turtle obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhnuuCyX-I/AAAAAAAAANE/V7R1A0cagaE/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Crochet+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285088215050641378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhnuuCyX-I/AAAAAAAAANE/V7R1A0cagaE/s320/Christmas+and+Crochet+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this was my first one, a little octopus. I made him on Thanksgiving with my sister's in law who also love to crochet, we went yarn store hopping and found this CUTE book on amigurumi animals. I can't wait to make all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-206757426269462517?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/206757426269462517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=206757426269462517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/206757426269462517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/206757426269462517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-christmas-and-more.html' title='Snow, Christmas and more!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SVhs0-da-vI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tt59VIuU6zE/s72-c/Christmas+and+Crochet+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-1157536013350906516</id><published>2008-12-23T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:41:10.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Important Message This Time Of Year</title><content type='html'>Ok, I hate trying to put stupid movies on here. Does anyone know an easier way to post youtube videos on your blog? For some reason I can't copy that whole embed thing, and I'm not going to try and code the darn thing! But, what I had was that this video is terrific. My mother sends it out every year and it's got an important message for us. As they say, out of the mouths of babes! This little 12 year old boy has a wisdom that few possess at that age and it's far beyond his little years. I hope that this touches your heart like it does mine, every time I listen to it. Be forwarned, get out some Kleenex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCdZwitrNoy"&gt;Logan the Sky Angel Cowboy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-1157536013350906516?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1157536013350906516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=1157536013350906516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1157536013350906516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1157536013350906516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/12/important-message-this-time-of-year.html' title='An Important Message This Time Of Year'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-3424090339919206705</id><published>2008-12-18T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:45:55.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready! Big Update!</title><content type='html'>All right, well now that I'm on a different computer, one that has a USB port and a memory card slot, I can finally upload some pictures and such! So, be patient, here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2cf087bdabebeeba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2cf087bdabebeeba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331180329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCAD5887CC348F4FEB8FA4359AD49D6768C08C5A.71EDCAD90575A9CFA9E38A79EF9FB6BDE69D9CD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2cf087bdabebeeba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbHdHv0JJ3T1xpAj1yOx0ctm6rDw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2cf087bdabebeeba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331180329%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCAD5887CC348F4FEB8FA4359AD49D6768C08C5A.71EDCAD90575A9CFA9E38A79EF9FB6BDE69D9CD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2cf087bdabebeeba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbHdHv0JJ3T1xpAj1yOx0ctm6rDw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that stinking movie took ten years to upload. Micah's was relatively small. But took quite a while. I was going to upload another one, but thought I might witness flying cars before it loaded so I gave up. Here are a couple of pictures. Some from Micah's birth and so on I'll put captions next to them and everything so you know what's what. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUr6FYp6NqI/AAAAAAAAALA/LRAdmMEicqk/s1600-h/DSC03423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281308483469850274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUr6FYp6NqI/AAAAAAAAALA/LRAdmMEicqk/s320/DSC03423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in the hospital with my little friend Micah. Man, that was not that long ago, I can't believe he's already 3 months!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUr7GhAJo7I/AAAAAAAAALI/GZU-XS2Jf7Q/s1600-h/DSC03427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281309602402116530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUr7GhAJo7I/AAAAAAAAALI/GZU-XS2Jf7Q/s320/DSC03427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of Micah. He looks so tiny and like Logan. I love the little outfits with the hats that have ears. This is probably the day he either got his picture taken or the day we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is us on the day that we went home. Boy were the emotions running wild that day. Isn't that how it always is with post partum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsKJziNuwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ABxY5-HQQVI/s1600-h/DSC03433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281326151590853378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsKJziNuwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ABxY5-HQQVI/s320/DSC03433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micah in his swing. He was so tiny, I just can't get over it. I don't know what's going on with these stupid captions. But I'm done fooling around with this thing, so I'll take em where I can get em!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsC1Et5oKI/AAAAAAAAALg/b06vbJa-sCc/s1600-h/DSC03478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281318098844623010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsC1Et5oKI/AAAAAAAAALg/b06vbJa-sCc/s320/DSC03478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just Logan being Logan. I love that kid, he's so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsJmp5na2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5fxMoUhdVWA/s1600-h/DSC03502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281325547709229922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsJmp5na2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5fxMoUhdVWA/s320/DSC03502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan, His friend Radar and his Grandma all asleep at Forrest's sister Michelle's house. We went for Thanksgiving. Over to Seattle then down to Portland, that was so much fun!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsERegdoXI/AAAAAAAAALw/iQjngxiA9qE/s1600-h/DSC03569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281319686315549042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsERegdoXI/AAAAAAAAALw/iQjngxiA9qE/s320/DSC03569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forrest, this is the hairiest I've ever seen him. His head, his face! Mountain Man For-J, Wahooo!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsE4BNT2SI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dzd7DbtkUXM/s1600-h/DSC03572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281320348465486114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsE4BNT2SI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dzd7DbtkUXM/s320/DSC03572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsF_PmOKgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/585tVG-eLSc/s1600-h/DSC03582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281321572098779650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsF_PmOKgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/585tVG-eLSc/s320/DSC03582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this picture of my boys. They're so cute. Logan is such a loving brother and Micah for the most part just lays there and takes it. They're so mellow, I just know that when I get my girl or 3rd child they're going to be the one that just is a firecracker. *goes to knock on some wood, real hard*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsHUKRRC5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/2_VIYhkVgeY/s1600-h/DSC03678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281323030957591442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsHUKRRC5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/2_VIYhkVgeY/s320/DSC03678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cute, precious little Micah is really smiling now, he's starting to laugh now, and he's been trying to sit up! He's 3 months!!! When you put him in his seat or down, he lifts his upper body up off of what ever he's laying on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsH44HIxLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4vCS_8vsASI/s1600-h/DSC03679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281323661738427570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUsH44HIxLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4vCS_8vsASI/s320/DSC03679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, this is the cuteness that I get to look forward too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am the sick freak that ordered all this snow. I love it. I didn't get to take any pictures of it yet, I took some video, but it took forever and ten years to upload so I said forget this and cancelled it! Like seriously, it took longer than an hour. Ridiculous or what? I'll go and take some pictures and upload them tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-3424090339919206705?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2cf087bdabebeeba&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3424090339919206705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=3424090339919206705&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3424090339919206705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3424090339919206705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-ready-big-update.html' title='Get Ready! Big Update!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SUr6FYp6NqI/AAAAAAAAALA/LRAdmMEicqk/s72-c/DSC03423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-2452274100129776303</id><published>2008-12-17T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:09:23.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the weather outside is frightful!</title><content type='html'>yes, I'm one of those sick people in love with the snow. I'm just delighted and tickled pink that it's been coming down all day and hasnt' let up! I LOVE IT!!! wahooo, keep going!&lt;br /&gt;I took the boys to Target today and found an outfit for Logan that we MUST have, we'll be talking daddy into buying it. I tried just the jacket on him and about 4 women were gasping and oohing and aahhhing at him. we MUST have it.&lt;br /&gt;another thing on the Logan front. He's told me twice today that he had to go potty. Once while we were at home he told me he had to poo poo and he went and sat on the toilet, of course I sweetened the deal with 2 hershey's kisses. One for telling me he had to go, and one for going. Then, while we were in Target he said, "no pee pee in my pants mommy, I promise." so I asked him if he had to go potty and he said yes. So I told him to hold it and we'd run to the potty. He was dry and he went in the potty, alot! so I let him pick out a treat at the store. Dare I hope this is the beginning of awesome potty training for him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-2452274100129776303?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/2452274100129776303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=2452274100129776303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2452274100129776303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2452274100129776303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='Oh the weather outside is frightful!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-8982483278731524948</id><published>2008-12-12T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:01:36.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loganism's</title><content type='html'>Ok, here are a few of the funny things Logan has said this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way out the door with Renee the other night, going to get stuff for GNO. Logan is in bed.&lt;br /&gt;"Stay here mommy, take off your coat. It's time for bed, take off your clothes. It's time for bed."&lt;br /&gt;ok, ya'll this isn't as bad as it sounds, I sleep in my undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from the Dr.s office today,&lt;br /&gt;"no go home right now mommy. Got to the dr.s office."&lt;br /&gt;"Why do we need to go to the dr's office, Logan?"&lt;br /&gt;"Micah's penis is hurt mommy."&lt;br /&gt;"What?!?!" Between controlled giggles&lt;br /&gt;"Micah's penis is hurting."&lt;br /&gt;"oh, ok, I think he'll be ok Logan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get him to come do something for me,&lt;br /&gt;"I can't mommy, I hafa to go to school."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-8982483278731524948?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8982483278731524948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=8982483278731524948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8982483278731524948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8982483278731524948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/12/loganisms.html' title='Loganism&apos;s'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-5085957118898875129</id><published>2008-12-10T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:45:20.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little distressed.</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm just gunna put this out there. I'm massively sensitive about it. I'm losing a ton of hair. I'm trying not to cry right now. sorry. I don't know what it is, but everytime I brush my hair lately I get these huge clumps of hair that come out. It's really distressing. I know when you have a baby you don't lose hair for 9 months and then when you have the baby you start losing hair. But my goodness, I don't think you're supposed to lose this much! I don't know what to do. I don't wanna go bald!!!! I have an appointment with the dr on friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-5085957118898875129?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/5085957118898875129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=5085957118898875129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5085957118898875129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5085957118898875129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-distressed.html' title='A little distressed.'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-755162231019783157</id><published>2008-12-08T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:43:00.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Ok, I love you too.</title><content type='html'>Lol, Ok, so I see that some people do indeed read my blog. Sorry to be a pissy whiner. (how ever you spell whiner.) I just wasn't sure if my posting was even doing any good or if I was just talking to hear myself talk. LOL. Ok, so I'll try and post some pictures on here, but unfortunately, our computer doesn't have a card reader for some unknown reason. Forrest needs to put one in. So, posting pictures is a little difficult and labor intensive for me.&lt;br /&gt;  Well, it's my favorite time of year again, I think that I've been doing the snow dance for weeks now to no avail. Yes, I know I'm one of those sick people who loves winter. It seems like the older I get the less I find Christmas fun. I mean, I still find it fun, but it seems as though a little more and more of the magic I felt as a child seems to be fading. I know that just means I'm getting older. But, I miss that feeling. The giddiness of it all. I think now that we have our own kids it may get a little better. Now that Logan's at the age where he can start appreciating all of it, I may get some of it back. I'm anxious to experience Christmas through my children's eyes. I know that now, I get to help them make those memories that I have. The kind where you look back and sigh and think just how exciting and ivigorating it used to be. I'm a little sad though, this Christmas isn't going to be that wonderful for us with all the bills we have. Medical, house, bills. yadda yadda. I know that Christmas is more than just the presents, but it doesn't stop me wanting to make it nice for the kids. But, you do what you can do right?&lt;br /&gt; I feel like I want to get all crafty and such, man, am I feeling that bug!!!! I want to quilt and bake, but alas, if I were to bake I can't eat all the goodies I want. Curse you (LOVE YOU ) Weight Watchers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, that's it for me for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-755162231019783157?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/755162231019783157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=755162231019783157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/755162231019783157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/755162231019783157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-ok-i-love-you-too.html' title='Ok, Ok, I love you too.'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-6122405236426602751</id><published>2008-12-05T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:47:17.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Blogger</title><content type='html'>Well, this is a gripe post! I swear I don't think anyone even reads my blog. I must just be the most boring person in the world. I feel so unloved...lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-6122405236426602751?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/6122405236426602751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=6122405236426602751&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6122405236426602751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6122405236426602751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/12/boring-blogger.html' title='Boring Blogger'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-1011660789547008501</id><published>2008-11-14T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:21:35.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many types of facial hair can a man have?</title><content type='html'>This is also a funny! I found this one from one of my forums. If I was a dude, I'd totally do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dyers.org/blog/beards/beard-types/"&gt;http://www.dyers.org/blog/beards/beard-types/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-1011660789547008501?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1011660789547008501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=1011660789547008501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1011660789547008501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1011660789547008501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-many-types-of-facial-hair-can-man.html' title='How many types of facial hair can a man have?'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-6055720660233502966</id><published>2008-11-13T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:41:54.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest Flipping Song!</title><content type='html'>Ok, last night I heard the funniest song I've ever heard. So, I added it to my blog music. Go down and click on the song called The Scotsman. You have to listen good to the lyrics cause he's got an accent. But, here are the lyrics for reference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268258499712993970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SRydMWxTSrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/b4cFBSZBF_g/s320/celeb-gerard-butler-burnsnight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                (You know you all love Gerard Butler so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;here's a picture of him in a kilt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Scotsman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar on evening fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one could tell by how we walked that he drunk more than his share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there behold, for them to see, beneath his Scottish skirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's leave a present for our friend, before we move along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind a bush, he lift his kilt and gawks at what he sees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahah, I laughed so hard when I heard this song. I hope it made your day too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-6055720660233502966?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/6055720660233502966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=6055720660233502966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6055720660233502966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6055720660233502966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/11/funniest-flipping-song.html' title='Funniest Flipping Song!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SRydMWxTSrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/b4cFBSZBF_g/s72-c/celeb-gerard-butler-burnsnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-7126144744349641698</id><published>2008-11-13T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:52:34.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Well, Micah had his 2 month appointment today. Since his last visit he's gained 3lbs and 12oz. making him now 11 lbs and 15 1/2 oz. While that may seem chubby for a two month old, he's only in the 25% for weight. He was 21 inches at his 2 week check up and has since grown another 3 inches. Now he's 24 inches and in the 50% for his height. So, he's not as tall as Logan was at this age, Logan was in the 95% at 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the mama front, I went to Weight Watchers today for sure that I'd gained. I just couldn't believe that I could lose anything. But, I'm down another 2.8 lbs!!! I'm now at the lowest weight I've been in atleast 2 years! Making my weight loss since my last check up with Micah (at 9 months pregnant) I've lost about 30 lbs!!! I'm now below my lowest Weight Watchers weigh in before I got pregnant; and I'm also 3 lbs lower than my pre-baby weight! Look out High School Weight, HERE I COME!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-7126144744349641698?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/7126144744349641698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=7126144744349641698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7126144744349641698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7126144744349641698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-8453275551274501550</id><published>2008-11-11T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:55:24.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Squeeeee* 10 Days!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just posted the best Twilight trailer at the top of my page, I believe it's right under my picture header. Check it out....weeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-8453275551274501550?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8453275551274501550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=8453275551274501550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8453275551274501550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8453275551274501550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/11/squeeeee-10-days.html' title='*Squeeeee* 10 Days!!!!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-3362052268634512876</id><published>2008-11-10T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:10:30.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy Cat</title><content type='html'>I got this from Renee's blog, I'm such a copier! The things in bold are things that I myself have done. what have you done? copy and post to your blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous (well, didn't really meet them, but saw them. Doris Day in Albertson's when I worked there and the Warren Brothers sat infront of me at a concert.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake (it's an awesome and nasty experience)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee (and I'm allergic)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-3362052268634512876?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3362052268634512876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=3362052268634512876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3362052268634512876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3362052268634512876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/11/copy-cat.html' title='Copy Cat'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-3512452691948534080</id><published>2008-11-05T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:08:46.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, Money, Money</title><content type='html'>So, here comes a why me post. If you don't wanna hear about it, then leave now..LOL. So, as many of you know we just had our second child in September. We also just remodeled our house to pay off the PMI on our loan. Well....We were hoping to get the house appraised for 215  or so to make it worth remodeling and paying off the PMI. Well, we got our appraisal back and the house appraised for 202! So, now that we've borrowed 7k from Forrest's dad to help us pay for all these remodelings...it's not worth it. So, now we have his dad to pay back, we just got all our bills back from having Micah, there we owe about 6-8K. One of our renters just moved out and didn't pay her rent for this month, or fill her oil like she was supposed to, so, now we're out another thousand. Consequently to cover our bills this month we had to drain our savings...we're literally living on nothing. We have NO money. I have to go buy groceries every two weeks with $170 dollars, that includes gas, and diapers and wipes, leaving us with probably $50 for food for 2 weeks. To top all this funness off, I just looked at the WIC website to see the requirements...yeah, you guessed it, we make too much money to qualify for the help that we could REALLY use! by $800!!! I really don't know what we're going to do. We are just strapped for cash. I don't even know if we'll be having Christmas this year...this is pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-3512452691948534080?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3512452691948534080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=3512452691948534080&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3512452691948534080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3512452691948534080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/11/money-money-money.html' title='Money, Money, Money'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-230160017285176261</id><published>2008-11-03T16:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:07:47.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ-hl8Aq8oI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xrWx5Et2HZg/s1600-h/IMG_9776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264604162555572866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ-hl8Aq8oI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xrWx5Et2HZg/s320/IMG_9776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ-hlfmFSpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/51TN0o_rQ6k/s1600-h/IMG_9814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264604154927860370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ-hlfmFSpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/51TN0o_rQ6k/s320/IMG_9814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ-hk5jvDuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AULNVyUh5xw/s1600-h/IMG_9803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264604144717467362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ-hk5jvDuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AULNVyUh5xw/s320/IMG_9803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ-hkRywf9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/CRnicVL8LTk/s1600-h/IMG_9678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264604134043058130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ-hkRywf9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/CRnicVL8LTk/s320/IMG_9678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ-hj_nidkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7u4Nxhb2L5c/s1600-h/IMG_9634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264604129164162626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ-hj_nidkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/7u4Nxhb2L5c/s320/IMG_9634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I hope this works, cross your fingers, here are a few that I LOVE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-230160017285176261?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/230160017285176261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=230160017285176261&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/230160017285176261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/230160017285176261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-photos.html' title='Family Photos'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ-hl8Aq8oI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xrWx5Et2HZg/s72-c/IMG_9776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-2447350469587669170</id><published>2008-11-01T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:03:24.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, My, gosh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ0YcP6ANeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HKAUB2B8R-A/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263890413051196898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ0YcP6ANeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HKAUB2B8R-A/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How in the world do you not go crazy with a 2 year old? I realize it only gets worse once they're 3 but... come on! Logan is making me absolutely bonkers!! He's in the not listening stage, and I'm back to the yelling mommy phase again, it's like the only way I can get him to listen to me and I HATE it! I don't want to yell at my kid! I just want him to listen to me!!! I realize some of you have perfect children...how do I do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-2447350469587669170?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/2447350469587669170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=2447350469587669170&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2447350469587669170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2447350469587669170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh, My, gosh!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SQ0YcP6ANeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HKAUB2B8R-A/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-1149906100692957370</id><published>2008-10-24T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:53:45.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 6 favorites</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Renee, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 TV shows:&lt;br /&gt;Project Runway&lt;br /&gt;Smallville&lt;br /&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;Deal or No Deal&lt;br /&gt;Paula Deen&lt;br /&gt;Baby Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Favorite Restaurants:&lt;br /&gt;Hu Hot&lt;br /&gt;Applebees&lt;br /&gt;Chili's&lt;br /&gt;Red Robin (yummm)&lt;br /&gt;PF Chang's (though I've never been there I know I'll love it)&lt;br /&gt;Bostons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Things that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;It's too early yet for this one so I'll come back and edit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Snow&lt;br /&gt;Forrest to come home today&lt;br /&gt;My cousins wedding&lt;br /&gt;Making more money so we can afford to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Things on my wish list:&lt;br /&gt;To not be pregnant soon&lt;br /&gt;Lots of snow for Christmas this year&lt;br /&gt;To be able to afford Christmas this year&lt;br /&gt;a Cricut Machine (however you spell that)&lt;br /&gt;The writer of my novels to come out with the next one soooooon&lt;br /&gt;To get lots doe today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People to tag:&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;br /&gt;Stephani&lt;br /&gt;Laura&lt;br /&gt;Carynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-1149906100692957370?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1149906100692957370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=1149906100692957370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1149906100692957370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1149906100692957370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-6-favorites.html' title='My 6 favorites'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-6754512576049716070</id><published>2008-10-17T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:51:12.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm totally excited, we're getting family pictures done tomorrow. A gal in our ward does pictures and she's pretty good. You can find some of her pictures on the Spears and the Hudson's Blogs below. It'll be nice to see how much Logan's grown since we last had them done. I'll post some on here when we get them done.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get into that Fall/Christmas crafty baking craze. I've decided that I'm going to do 2 paintings. One of each of the boys. I just need to get some pictures rounded up to do these. I'll post them when I'm done so you can see how they turned out. Other than that, not much is going on. I just went back to Weight Watchers on Wednesday and discovered that I only have 5 pounds left to go til I'm back to pre-baby weight; when they kicked me out for being pregnant. So, I'll have to get my resolve back up to get rid of all this fat again. One things for certain. I'm not going to be this fat the next time I get pregnant. Oy, it's just not worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-6754512576049716070?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/6754512576049716070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=6754512576049716070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6754512576049716070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/6754512576049716070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-7599563851580408889</id><published>2008-10-10T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:06:32.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the joys of a two year old</title><content type='html'>I love my son, but I swear, somedays I just want to sell him to the gypsies. (Hopefully this doesn't offend any of my gypsie readers, lol) I thought I should post again, not like anyone reads this anyway, but, oh well. I swear Logan finds the worst things he could possibly do, just so I can get angry at him. This morning, I slept in for a tiny bit. Gotta love those early morning feedings. So, usually he's pretty good and stays outta stuff. Well, this morning, Renee locked herself outta the house, so I had to get up and pack up the kiddies to drive across town to let her in (thankfully I did still have the key.) Anyway, so I go to get Logan ready and he's playing in the sink, like usual. Only this time, he's decided to empty my Oregano, Parsley and NUTMEG into the sink. Now, this wouldn't be so bad, if it hadn't been my nutmeg that he decided to dump, that crap's like $8 a bottle. ARGH! I realize that when they turn 3 it only gets worse. Joy of all joys, I can hardly wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-7599563851580408889?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/7599563851580408889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=7599563851580408889&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7599563851580408889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7599563851580408889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-joys-of-two-year-old.html' title='Oh the joys of a two year old'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-4257867963509740494</id><published>2008-09-26T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:18:12.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think there is nothing sweeter than a father asleep with his babies: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250547235563340002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SN2w5GQpgOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HaD6Tsckrvw/s320/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first daddy and baby sleeping photo. Daddy and Logan. I love how he's totally passed out like HE's the dead tired one!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250563086866558402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SN2_Tw91rcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WEP5PN4O1Rc/s320/DSCN2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Daddy with Micah. Dead asleep at the hospital! this seems to be a similar occurance for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, we'll see how closely Logan and Micah look alike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SN3AgM7vT3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/U1sak5alGCg/s1600-h/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250564400044003186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SN3AgM7vT3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/U1sak5alGCg/s320/DSC01112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SN3BWwUbEaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ml0ddtfU15g/s1600-h/DSCN2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250565337255711138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SN3BWwUbEaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ml0ddtfU15g/s320/DSCN2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan is on the left and Micah is on the right. There are subtle differences. But, they're definetly brothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-4257867963509740494?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/4257867963509740494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=4257867963509740494&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4257867963509740494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4257867963509740494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweetest-pictures.html' title='The Sweetest Pictures'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SN2w5GQpgOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HaD6Tsckrvw/s72-c/DSC01141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-3253731799787137314</id><published>2008-09-23T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:52:38.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To Pacifiers</title><content type='html'>Oh, dear sweet pacifier, how I love you. You make my child sleep for more than an hour at a time. Dear pacifier, you are my life saver. You give me the sleep I need to keep from going insane through out the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-3253731799787137314?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3253731799787137314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=3253731799787137314&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3253731799787137314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3253731799787137314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/09/ode-to-pacifiers.html' title='Ode To Pacifiers'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-3278460727435091684</id><published>2008-09-13T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:22:14.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures they took of Micah at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deaconessmedicalcenter.com/bf_main.aspx"&gt;http://www.deaconessmedicalcenter.com/bf_main.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully that should take you there. Those are some close up pictures of him. We haven't had a chance to get ours all on the computer yet. Micah is so sweet, he's a cuddler. He's got a wonderful disposition. Oh, I forgot to mention in the last post, he's got dark hair, not red like brother, but we'll see if that changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just clicked on the link and it takes you to the homepage, just search September for the 9th and then click on my name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-3278460727435091684?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/3278460727435091684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=3278460727435091684&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3278460727435091684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/3278460727435091684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/09/hospital-pictures.html' title='Hospital Pictures'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-1992673629775790257</id><published>2008-09-11T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:49:18.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, We're now a family of 4 officially. Our Sweet little boy was born on the 9th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Welcome Micah Steven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;7lbs 9.5 ozs  19 inches long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple pictures of our big day!&lt;br /&gt;The Pictures got all reversed and I have no desire to put them in order, so I'll just put my captions in under them anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlTx0TQWdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Sfu9tZEmp0Y/s1600-h/DSC03414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244815356367755730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlTx0TQWdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Sfu9tZEmp0Y/s320/DSC03414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, I look like crap in this picture, it's a wonder how cruddy you look after surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlTyclf-gI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Caa9NtA2K_c/s1600-h/DSC03417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244815367181695490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlTyclf-gI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Caa9NtA2K_c/s320/DSC03417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this picture. Logan with his little brother, you can see the boy Logan will be someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlTzKXL-vI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cVWrknu946I/s1600-h/DSC03418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244815379469695730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlTzKXL-vI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cVWrknu946I/s320/DSC03418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses for Micah! He's so gentle wih him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlTzMva7HI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EudpIJDFEKk/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244815380108209266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlTzMva7HI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EudpIJDFEKk/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little "mother hen" letting everyone know that the lights from the flashes were too bright for Micah's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlS1xGiTdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Zq9lwcakDV8/s1600-h/DSC03398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244814324716948946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlS1xGiTdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Zq9lwcakDV8/s320/DSC03398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlS2D9EHcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AARBwcjffQk/s1600-h/DSC03400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244814329777495490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlS2D9EHcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AARBwcjffQk/s320/DSC03400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first family pictures together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlS2_VAmWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aiZT_m607OY/s1600-h/DSC03401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244814345715620194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlS2_VAmWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aiZT_m607OY/s320/DSC03401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Son moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlS3TW89CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s0Fga6Dhh3U/s1600-h/DSC03405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244814351092479010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlS3TW89CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/s0Fga6Dhh3U/s320/DSC03405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so much tinier than Logan. 13 and 1/2 oz. smaller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlS3mC4dnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5yk7lVk3TQs/s1600-h/DSC03412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244814356108572274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlS3mC4dnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5yk7lVk3TQs/s320/DSC03412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like this picture of me. I look happy, yet medicated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my water broke around 12 am on the 9th. We waited a little while to go to the hospital per the drs. orders, to make sure that it was my water actually breaking. We got to the hospital about 3am and were sitting in a bed waiting to see if my water had actually broken. I stood up to go to the bathroom and it started running down my legs. So, I guess that settled it. So, they admitted us and checked me and I was .5 cm dialated. LOL. niiiice. So, we tried to get some sleep, I had a couple contractions. Nothing major. I pretty much knew where we were headed by the time the dr. came in at 7 or 8 am. I hadn't had many contractions and my water had been broken for about 8 hours by then, so it was C-section time! So, they tried to get an IV in me, took them like 6 shots to get it cause I was dehydrated, cause they told me not to drink anything. The nurse tried, the anesthesiologist/nurse anesthitist tried and finally they had to get IV Therapy up there and he finally got it. So, they took me back and started getting me ready. The anesthesiologist had a fun time trying to get my spinal in, Forrest assures me theres about 6 needle holes in my back. But, after all the fun and games, we finally have our little boy. He's so sweet and soft. He's so lovey too. I'll have to post more pictures later, when I get more energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-1992673629775790257?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1992673629775790257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=1992673629775790257&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1992673629775790257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1992673629775790257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SMlTx0TQWdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Sfu9tZEmp0Y/s72-c/DSC03414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-2757771811707066069</id><published>2008-09-07T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T07:54:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Many... : (</title><content type='html'>I guess not that many people read my blog? I've only had 6 people comment on the baby bet so far. Huh, go figure, I thought there'd be more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-2757771811707066069?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/2757771811707066069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=2757771811707066069&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2757771811707066069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2757771811707066069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-many.html' title='Not Many... : ('/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-1406778068559123606</id><published>2008-09-05T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:16:16.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vehicular Animalslaughter</title><content type='html'>Well, I feel I need to get this burden off my chest. I was driving to my dr's appt. on Wednesday, and a bird flew infront of my car, I was sure I'd hit it and that it was stuck in my grill. When I got to the dr's office and got out and checked fearing for the worse, I discovered no bird. Thank heavens, I was so worried!&lt;br /&gt;So, we have the appointment, and I'm on the way home, when lo and behold, a squirrel darts out into the road and can't decide which way to go. I slow down and I swerve to avoid hitting it.&lt;br /&gt;I have been driving for 12 years, I have now commited my first (unintentional) act of Vehicular Animalslaughter. I killed that squirrel. I killed one of Heavenly Father's furry little creatures. I feel so bad. I still feel bad. Atleast it wasn't someone's dog or cat, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-1406778068559123606?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1406778068559123606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=1406778068559123606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1406778068559123606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1406778068559123606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/09/vehicular-animalslaughter.html' title='Vehicular Animalslaughter'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-5435433954269378104</id><published>2008-09-02T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:47:06.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Bettin' Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SL14MQ48L9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/MQ7l1RfvY0g/s1600-h/September%25202008%2520Calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241477693416681426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SL14MQ48L9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/MQ7l1RfvY0g/s320/September%25202008%2520Calendar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I'm copying Brenda, Sue me! Since it's now September I figured I should probably put this up here. I'm hoping to go VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Cesarean) but, I already have my C-Section scheduled for the 18th, in the event that I don't go into labor on my own. My actual Due Date is the 11th; Now, I don't know if it'll be fair to let someone pick the 18th or not, since that's kind of a guaranteed day. So, for now, you may all pick whatever day, EXCEPT the 18th that you think I'll have the baby. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In addition to this information &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'd also love you to pick how much you think he'll weigh, and how long he'll be. I'll think of some grand and somewhat glorious prize for the person that picks the right date, and the person that picks the closest measurements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 1- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Already Passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 2- &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Already Passed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sept 3- &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Already Passed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sept 4- &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Already Passed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sept 5- &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Already Passed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sept 6- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Already Passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 7- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Already Passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 8-&lt;br /&gt;Sept 9- Chad 8lbs 12ozs 18 inches&lt;br /&gt;Sept 10- Stephani 8lbs 1oz 20 1/2 inches, Bryce 8lbs 21inches&lt;br /&gt;Sept 11- Laura S. 7lbs 14oz 21 inches&lt;br /&gt;Sept 12-&lt;br /&gt;Sept 13-&lt;br /&gt;Sept 14- Laura P. 8lbs 10oz 19 inches , Edra 7lbs 10oz 20 3/4 inches&lt;br /&gt;Sept 15- Renee 7lbs 11oz 21 inches&lt;br /&gt;Sept 16- Karen 9lbs 7.5 oz ( I think you people are trying to kill me with these big babies)&lt;br /&gt;Sept 17- Mary 8lbs 11oz 19.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;Sept 18-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All right, don't forget to add your weight and length measurements too! Good Luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-5435433954269378104?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/5435433954269378104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=5435433954269378104&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5435433954269378104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5435433954269378104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-bettin-time.html' title='It&apos;s Bettin&apos; Time!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SL14MQ48L9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/MQ7l1RfvY0g/s72-c/September%25202008%2520Calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-7451291582760109398</id><published>2008-08-28T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:47:36.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Appt. Update</title><content type='html'>Well, had my 38 week appointment today. Nothing new to report. I'm still pregnant, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; or effaced. No big surprise to me. Oh well, I guess we'll go when we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-7451291582760109398?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/7451291582760109398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=7451291582760109398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7451291582760109398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7451291582760109398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/08/dr-appt-update.html' title='Dr. Appt. Update'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-4806626680322777109</id><published>2008-08-23T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:54:56.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the fun begin!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm now beginning to understand what my friend &lt;a href="http://brenda-bryan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Brenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is feeling. Just the last couple days I've noticed, my stomache muscles are hurting. It hurts to cough, sneeze and laugh. Not to mention walking sucks. I think I have now dropped. I think I look somewhat lower. I now have a healthy respect for contractions. This being my first experience with hopefully going natural (with drugs, but pushing the kid out the normal way) so all this is new to me. I don't remember any of this happening with Logan. But, yeah, I had one or two contractions last night, and when they say you'll know when you're having one, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THEY'RE NOT KIDDING&lt;/span&gt;. Aye Chihuahua! I think that my guts were attempting to escape via my belly button! They didn't check me at the dr's office last week, as I'm trying to recover from an infection. Not a serious one, but they didn't want to disturb stuff while it was trying to heal. So, I guess we'll see how it goes at the 38 week appointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-4806626680322777109?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/4806626680322777109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=4806626680322777109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4806626680322777109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4806626680322777109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-fun-begin.html' title='Let the fun begin!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-4987789619052841562</id><published>2008-08-20T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:32:29.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SKx_U5WXwVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NvzLgPAsYYk/s1600-h/crazy-cats-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SKx_U5WXwVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NvzLgPAsYYk/s320/crazy-cats-9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236700463693807954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, there is no good mommy post today. I think I may go crazy, literally and figuratively. My patience is nil, my two year old is two, I'm 9 months pregnant and I'm exhausted. My house is a mess, my nerves are shot, I'm  not ready for this baby, I'm such a bad mom, how will I ever handle two?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-4987789619052841562?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/4987789619052841562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=4987789619052841562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4987789619052841562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4987789619052841562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-mommy.html' title='Bad Mommy'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SKx_U5WXwVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NvzLgPAsYYk/s72-c/crazy-cats-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-5621555742001094643</id><published>2008-08-17T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:28:05.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Musings....</title><content type='html'>Today is kind of a rant/why me/I don't know what blog. Forrest and I have come to a kind of conclusion of sorts...we must be annoying? or we stink? or people just generally don't like us. I told you, it's a why me blog today. We've kind of noticed that we never get invited to do stuff with other couples our age? Seems like we hear about all this fun stuff that happened over the weekend, or see pictures of stuff that people have done together and we've just drawn these conclusions. Now, this is not a plea for attention or what not. We'd just like to know what it is about us, that's off-putting? lol. I sound like a whiny little child don't I? I guess I'll just stop right there, so I don't make us look any worse...lol!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-5621555742001094643?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/5621555742001094643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=5621555742001094643&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5621555742001094643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5621555742001094643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-musings.html' title='Today&apos;s Musings....'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-219083730449441961</id><published>2008-08-13T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:56:40.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Well, not much for me to report on, except that now, I'm at the computer downstairs in the new office. YAY! We have an office again. I've been working on some baby blankets, crochetted and sewed the last couple days. As soon as I finish this post, I'll be back at my sewing machine again. Logan is blissfully asleep *hallelujah* and I'm down here typing away. &lt;br /&gt; I've been toying lately with the idea of becoming a Scentsy consultant. It seems like it would be a good idea, Dori had a party a couple weeks ago and there seemed to be quite a few people that are interested/have heard about it. I like the product cause it's wickless. Hence, no fire, safe for kids to be around. I'm waiting for the scents that I did order at the party. I can't wait to smell them! I ordered one called Toasted Apple Butter. Let me tell you, I'm not one for apple smells normally, but WHOOOO WEEEEE, this one will be on re-order permanently for me. It smelled so good, I wanted to eat the wax! Anyway, we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt; We're also approaching the end of the pregnancy. HOLY COW!!!! Where did the time go on this one? I remember it going fast with Logan, but not THIS fast. I feel like I should be like 6 months along instead of 9!!!! We're still no where near ready for this little guy though and that's what frightens me. I hate the feeling of not being ready. I don't want him to come into the world feeling like he was second place or and after thought, you know? But, we have narrowed the names down quite a bit, the original list was:&lt;br /&gt;Ammon   &lt;br /&gt;Caleb&lt;br /&gt;Owen    &lt;br /&gt;Carson&lt;br /&gt;Micah   &lt;br /&gt;Quinn&lt;br /&gt;Fox     &lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;br /&gt;Elijah  &lt;br /&gt;Caden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've now narrowed it down to:&lt;br /&gt;Ammon    &lt;br /&gt;Owen&lt;br /&gt;Micah    &lt;br /&gt;Fox&lt;br /&gt;Elijah   &lt;br /&gt;Carson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our two favorites are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Owen&lt;br /&gt;2. Micah &lt;br /&gt;and Elijah being #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess we'll see how it goes. About as far as I've/we've gotten on baby prep are, getting registered at the hospital and if he doesn't come out via VBAC, then he's coming out via C-Section on the 12th of Sept. Logan's in his own room down the hall now and the baby's clothes have been washed and put away, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-219083730449441961?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/219083730449441961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=219083730449441961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/219083730449441961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/219083730449441961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/08/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-9093010957272298837</id><published>2008-08-06T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:59:18.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>That's right, just wanted to rub it in. I currently hold this book in my hands....yes!!! I may be unavailable for the next several days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-9093010957272298837?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/9093010957272298837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=9093010957272298837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/9093010957272298837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/9093010957272298837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-5217991886941149135</id><published>2008-08-02T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:44:44.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imposter!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm scared, I'm truly terrified and I wanted to tell you, there someone I don't know, living in my house. There's...some sort of imposter living in my house, I don't know where he came from, or who let him in. He looks strangely similar to my husband. Last night he told me, "We only have a couple things left to do this weekend, if we can get some of this list done &lt;strong&gt;we should go on a date."&lt;/strong&gt; Thats when I knew, someone had kidnapped my beloved husband. The imposter was talking, a little later on that night, "It really doesn't matter how much we get done, &lt;strong&gt;we'll go on a date anyways."&lt;/strong&gt; By now, I was well and truly scared. Someone has taken my husband and replaced him with some freakishly realistic replica. This replica later went on to spoon me while I slept last night, and helped me do a little gardening today. This just gets weirder and weirder, he just walked in and said to me, "I'm going to take a shower and get Logan ready, you decide where you want to go," Then sounding somewhat like my husband he said, "someplace cheap." I said, "How cheap" He said, "I don't care." which was followed by, "I still don't feel good."&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;knew&lt;/strong&gt; it!!! It must be aliens, that's the only explaination, the aliens have taken my husband and given me some weird, romantic? replica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-5217991886941149135?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/5217991886941149135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=5217991886941149135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5217991886941149135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5217991886941149135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/08/imposter.html' title='Imposter!!!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-8567465546258004334</id><published>2008-08-01T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:50:05.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>Argh, another whiny post. I feel so stressed out lately. My patience is like, null and void. I feel awful, because Logan is usually the cause of the patience being lost. Don't get me wrong I love my child beyond measure. He just makes me want to rip my hair out somedays. He doesn't deserve to be yelled at, which, I need to work on sometimes. Usually I'm pretty good and just use a stern voice to get him to listen. Lately he's just been a little stinker, as I mentioned in another post with the "Im not listening" phase of 2 year-oldness. It's so hot right now. I just have no energy to get out and do things. I blame the patience and the energy on being almost 9 months pregnant...*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-8567465546258004334?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8567465546258004334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=8567465546258004334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8567465546258004334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8567465546258004334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/08/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-5956484159979415188</id><published>2008-07-30T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:46:27.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Names, candles and Potty Training...</title><content type='html'>I know, original title. Well, we're winding down with the house project, we still have a tonnnnnn to do. But atleast there's light at the end of the tunnel. We've narrowed it down to mmm,6ish names. Theres still two that are kind of iffy and one that's been ruled off. So, our list now consists of:&lt;br /&gt;Ammon&lt;br /&gt;Fox&lt;br /&gt;Elijah&lt;br /&gt;Micah&lt;br /&gt;Owen&lt;br /&gt;Carson&lt;br /&gt;Ian?&lt;br /&gt;Caden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb has been excluded from the group! &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     On another note, I went to a Scentsy party last night. Woooo eeee, they have some good smells, I ordered, Lime Sublime, Toasted Apple Butter (YUM!!!), Falling Leaves and Vanilla Oak. I may have to order some Autumn Sunset and Coming Home. I love fall and spicy scents, those of you who know me well know this. Oh my some were hard to resist, others...not so much! I can't wait to get them, I'm such a smell hound! I know boring post, but it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you wanted to check out the website it's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scentsy.net"&gt;www.scentsy.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I posted just the candle and name portion earlier and I thought about what else has been going on and decided I should probably talk about Logan's potty training antics lately. The day before yesterday, we were going to get him dressed and he had crawled up onto the chair by his dresser and was reaching into the top drawer. I asked what he was doing and he pulled out a pair of big boy underware and told me that he wanted to wear them. I asked him if he wanted to wear a pullup and he refused. So, I told him that he had to keep these big boy underware dry, that he could go pee pee or poo in them. So, the first day he did really well, The pee peeing was not a problem, it's the poo poo I'm worried about. So, we put a pullup on him for bed that night and then big boy undies on the next day. Again, the pee pee is not a problem. He's playing in his bedroom yesterday and I notice that he's been a little quiet. I go into his room and he's standing on his bed trying to get into his underware drawer, bare butted....I ask where his underware are that he just took off and he won't tell me. I can tell he's done something in them, just by the smell in his room. So, finally I get him to show me where they are, and they ended up behind the door....sneaky sneaky, like he know's he's done something wrong....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we take him to the potty and tell him, poopy goes in the toilet not in his underpants, mommy is very dissapointed in him that he didn't come and tell her that he had to poopy, blah, blah, blah. So we put a second pair of undies on him. He's good for most of the day, towards the end, he poops again....ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrated with this potty training thing!!! He cries when we put him in a pullup. He really wants to wear the undies, but he won't tell us whe he has to poop or pee in the toilet....Every time we take him potty he'll pee in the toilet and he's been doing that since he was 1! How do we get this to work???? I'm so frustrated!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-5956484159979415188?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/5956484159979415188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=5956484159979415188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5956484159979415188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/5956484159979415188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/07/names-and-candles.html' title='Names, candles and Potty Training...'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-2268010399750582116</id><published>2008-07-25T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:12:24.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos and Disorder</title><content type='html'>Argh, I just have to have a "vent" post. I can't get over how much stuff is going on in our lives right now! It's just insane. I'm having real emotional trouble lately. I realize that I am pregnant and it's probably just a lot of hormones speaking, blah, blah, blah. First off, we are almost in the finishing stages in the house. We've gotten the carpeting in, the walls all painted, well all but the wall by the back door. We've gotten doors all stained, doors put in the basement, baseboard and molding down, nail holes spackled. Then after this, in the next week, we have Logan's new room to paint, the landscaping outside the house, a fence to put in. I just can't handle all this chaos going on right now. We've got all the house and yard work to do, we need to move Logan into his new room, get the room ready for the baby, get the clothes ready for the baby, get his names narrowed down, get his clothes washed, folded and in the drawers, get a new bassinet, new swing, new baby harness/carrier thingy, bags and such packed for the hospital, Logan squared away for when we do have to go to the hospital, the baby packed for when we go to the hospital, we have to get registered at the hospital, I have parties to go to, the house to put back together, furniture to move in again, curtains to make, oh, and then theres the fact that we have to do like, military type cleaning for this inspection, so that we'll get refinanced. Boy won't that be fun at fat and 8 months with no energy pregnant?!?!?!?! Argh, the list goes on and on. I feel like I'm drowning in house work, our garage is packed, our dining room is packed with furniture, theres no where to sit. I just can't handle this chaos!!! I just want to rip my hair out, I can't take this. I think I had an anxiety or panic attack this morning. And now I have a two year old who is at the "I'm going to ignore you" Stage! AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-2268010399750582116?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/2268010399750582116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=2268010399750582116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2268010399750582116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/2268010399750582116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/07/chaos-and-disorder.html' title='Chaos and Disorder'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-4052367628999828342</id><published>2008-07-17T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:27:48.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laugh Challenge</title><content type='html'>Just you try and watch this video without laughing or cracking a smile. By the 3rd guy, I was in hysterics. Let me know how far you make it to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NTMxNzEx"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NTMxNzEx" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.break.com/531711"&gt;http://view.break.com/531711&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;free videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-4052367628999828342?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/4052367628999828342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=4052367628999828342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4052367628999828342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4052367628999828342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/07/laugh-challenge.html' title='The Laugh Challenge'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-8116929547406097759</id><published>2008-07-15T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:01:32.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then there were 8</title><content type='html'>Another short entry today. We've (I think) officially taken Liam out of the running for our next childs name. So, we're down to 8. &lt;br /&gt;We've been working a lot on the house to get it ready to refinance. My goodness, when we took this project on last year, I wasn't thinking it would take this long. Last weekend we finally got 3/4 of the upstairs painted. We painted the livingroom,hallway,stairs and most of the kitchen but one wall on Saturday. Forrest spent last night working on staining the railing again. He's got a little patchwork to do in the dining room before we can paint the final wall. The downstairs was painted a couple days before the upstairs. Thursday we're getting the house carpeted, so Wednesday means furniture moving time, Yipppppeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-8116929547406097759?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/8116929547406097759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=8116929547406097759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8116929547406097759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/8116929547406097759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/07/then-there-were-8.html' title='Then there were 8'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-1938502464620099515</id><published>2008-07-09T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:37:59.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosaic Questions About Me</title><content type='html'>Laura did this on her blog and it looked really fun, so heres mine. Hopefully it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c305/hippolady80/?action=view&amp;current=mosaic4047445.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c305/hippolady80/mosaic4047445.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/gabricabri/2264000218/"&gt;Jandré&lt;/a&gt;, 2. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/irvmark/105490829/"&gt;ENCHILADAS&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/durotriges/215248008/"&gt;Your Move&lt;/a&gt;, 4. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/neloqua/481269230/"&gt;When I'm sleeping, I slow down my breathing...Living in dreams, dreams that come true...thinking of the color blue... ZZZzzzzzz...&lt;/a&gt;, 5. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/93258348@N00/1375680943/"&gt;christian bale&lt;/a&gt;, 6. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/madgirl/286761496/"&gt;When i Give My Heart..&lt;/a&gt;, 7. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/bitzi/2159242529/"&gt;heaven's tree&lt;/a&gt;, 8. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/naoko123/2083713742/"&gt;coffee and chocolate mousse cake&lt;/a&gt;, 9. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/danitza/279268932/"&gt;2 months + 26 days&lt;/a&gt;, 10. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/valerierenee/125931897/"&gt;My family&lt;/a&gt;, 11. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/fernandofelix/1077948028/"&gt;A perfect weekend watching Tom &amp; Jerry on tv and laughing...&lt;/a&gt;, 12. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/garthplouzek/1419496270/"&gt;Jandre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what to do if you would like to create your own mosaic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.&lt;br /&gt;* Using only the first page, pick an image.&lt;br /&gt;* Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.&lt;br /&gt;fd's mosaic maker:  http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;7. Dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;9. What you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;11. One Word to describe you.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your flickr name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell what my answers are?&lt;br /&gt;Lets see yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-1938502464620099515?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/1938502464620099515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=1938502464620099515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1938502464620099515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/1938502464620099515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/07/mosaic-questions-about-me.html' title='Mosaic Questions About Me'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-4075357366917094570</id><published>2008-07-08T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:00:26.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were 9</title><content type='html'>Well, we've narrowed our name list down to 9 names. Here they are in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ammon&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;br /&gt;Liam&lt;br /&gt;Elijah&lt;br /&gt;Fox&lt;br /&gt;Micah&lt;br /&gt;Carson&lt;br /&gt;Owen&lt;br /&gt;Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we just have to think of middle names and such, maybe narrow the list down a little more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-4075357366917094570?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/4075357366917094570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=4075357366917094570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4075357366917094570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/4075357366917094570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-then-there-were-9.html' title='And then there were 9'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-197713604310476760</id><published>2008-07-07T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:45:40.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yD_ibxy270Q' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yD_ibxy270Q'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wanted to share this song. I know it was on someone elses blog too, but I found it and wanted to post it on mine, pause the music on the bottom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-197713604310476760?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/197713604310476760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=197713604310476760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/197713604310476760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/197713604310476760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-song.html' title='Beautiful Song!'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31781064.post-7518239042286411059</id><published>2008-07-07T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:47:31.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love with Dr. Who</title><content type='html'>Ok, I love Dr. Who. I know it's a cheesy sci-fi kind of thing and its British, but I'm in love! We're in the middle of season 3 (or 4) and I'm foaming at the mouth to finish it, cause I know that *spoiler* one of the most beloved characters is coming back and I just can't wait. I know, stupid blog post, but, what ever, live with it. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31781064-7518239042286411059?l=homershippo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/feeds/7518239042286411059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31781064&amp;postID=7518239042286411059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7518239042286411059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31781064/posts/default/7518239042286411059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homershippo.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-love-with-dr-who.html' title='In Love with Dr. Who'/><author><name>Jandre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09844211928431381509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJ3TqTEMgo/SrkLmWY3gTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tkEuk8OjF_I/S220/jandre.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
