<?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-707668220028039631</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:13:27.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life Of Jobey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-2134524541312646359</id><published>2009-01-21T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:53:50.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardinals and a Crockpot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Andy's birthday was Sunday, so we celebrated with some friends while watching the Cardinal's game. We like to think that for his birthday, the Cardinal's sealed the deal and are now on their way to the Super Bowl.  Absolutely unbelievable!!!  Now he is working on a guy trip to Florida to watch the Super Bowl, what an experience that will be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not only did Andy get a Cardinal's win but he also received a crock pot for his birthday!  Odd, I now agree, but at the time I thought it would be a good, needed gift.  Here's my reasoning, for weeks he has commented that our 11 year old, dated looking, crock pot need to go and a new one was in order.  Personally, I saw no need.  I am totally content with the old crock pot because it has been good to us and it still works!  So when we were getting ready for the party Saturday, he commented on the crock pot AGAIN.  That afternoon I went to Target to pick-up a new one and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; sensor bar that we were missing.  Later the night after church, I proudly carried in his new crock pot only to be stunned by the NEW crock pot already sitting on the counter.  He had also gone out that day and bought a new crock pot.  When he saw what I had bought, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt; started laughing and couldn't believe I bought him a crock pot for his birthday!  I frankly couldn't believe that he didn't love the fact that I listened to his needs and bought him exactly what he asked for!  I realize that a crock pot is so weird, but the man has everything!  By the way, he also bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; sensor bar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So after a few tears of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;, I took my crock pot and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; sensor bar back today to Target.  We will laugh for years to come about my lame gift and how we bought 2 crock pots and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; sensor bars on the same day!  We have been married so long, we are now thinking alike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-2134524541312646359?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/2134524541312646359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=2134524541312646359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/2134524541312646359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/2134524541312646359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2009/01/cardinals-and-crockpot.html' title='Cardinals and a Crockpot'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-6590983686521157610</id><published>2009-01-19T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:11:01.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Girls First Suns Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-13.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3530822107862672147&amp;amp;site=widget-13.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107862672147&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-13.slide.com/p1/3530822107862672147/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107862672147&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-13.slide.com/p2/3530822107862672147/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107862672147&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-13.slide.com/p4/3530822107862672147/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sweetie had the opportunity to be a "High 5 Kid" at the Suns game Tuesday night.  We received the call Monday night and Andy thought my reaction to letting the kids stay up really late on a school night would be NO!!!  But to his surprise, my reaction was, "Of course, she'll just go in late on Wednesday!"  He couldn't believe his ears but I figured that this is a once in a kid's lifetime opportunity, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The girls have not gone to a game yet and they were just asking if we could all go, so they were so excited.  Sweetie was introduced at the beginning of the game, then she gave high 5s during the introduction of the team.  We found the kids play area called the "Gorilla's Greenhouse".  They had video games, lower basketball hoops, and a playground with a zip line.  So if you go to the game, make sure you find the "Greenhouse", it was a great way to get the kids energy out.  We had a blast!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sweetie slept in till 9am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-6590983686521157610?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/6590983686521157610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=6590983686521157610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/6590983686521157610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/6590983686521157610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-girls-first-suns-game.html' title='Da Girls First Suns Game'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-3741190532320647919</id><published>2009-01-10T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:39:07.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Trip and New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-56.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3530822107861921110&amp;amp;site=widget-56.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107861921110&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p1/3530822107861921110/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107861921110&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p2/3530822107861921110/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107861921110&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p4/3530822107861921110/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What a wonderful time we had up at our friend's cabin, we left the day after Christmas and returned on New Year's Day.  First the Gentry's were up with us for 3 nights, we had a blast reconnecting and hanging out. The guys went quading a lot and I stayed in the cabin and hung with Jan since my foot was still in a boot.  My kids enjoyed the older teenagers and ate up every minute with them, the teens probably went home for a vacation and sleep after entertaining my kids!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Then my parents and the Mutchler's came up to celebrate the new year.  We went sledding with my parents and rang in the new year with the Jonas brother's while eating Carolyn's pizzookie and homemade ice cream, sooooo yummy!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;On the way home we stopped by my family's cabin to check on it and it was covered with snow.  The drive way was so snowed in that we couldn't even pull in!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Thanks Gentry's, Mutschler's, mom and dad for a great time and wonderful memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-3741190532320647919?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/3741190532320647919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=3741190532320647919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/3741190532320647919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/3741190532320647919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-trip-and-new-years.html' title='Snow Trip and New Years'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-4563505357929111981</id><published>2009-01-10T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:35:49.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-70.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3098476543634351472&amp;amp;site=widget-70.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543634351472&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-70.slide.com/p1/3098476543634351472/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SWBSYPBwJnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/tprr3XJ-CRA/s400/IMG_3613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287316538837182066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls love to go and watch their daddy sing, they are his #1 fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a great day hanging out with Aunt Marianne at Desert Ridge, eating lunch and watching "Bedtime Stories" we made it to church early and caught some of Andy's rehearsal.  The girls sat in the front row and loved cheering on their daddy.  The also loved getting a kiss from him once he was done.  Sweetie at first though he was too busy but then he stopped and gave them a kiss, so sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-4461792413130816407?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/4461792413130816407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=4461792413130816407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/4461792413130816407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/4461792413130816407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-fans.html' title='# 1 Fans'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SWBSYPBwJnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/tprr3XJ-CRA/s72-c/IMG_3613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-5913241387228841880</id><published>2009-01-01T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:21:38.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SV2vnE4RfFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/F0g3gzNii6E/s1600-h/IMG_3602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SV2vnE4RfFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/F0g3gzNii6E/s400/IMG_3602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286574623462358098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was a kid and my brother and I weren't getting along, my mom would make us sit in a chair together and hug.  At first, we hated it, we did it out of obedience but by the time were were done with our hug sentence, we were laughing and having a great time.  As we got older, my mom would make us play a game of word tennis with kind words to each other.  So Sonny would start it out by telling me that my nose hairs were pretty then I would reply that I liked his teeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;goober&lt;/span&gt; and so on.  We would then continue on laughing and enjoying each other instead of trying to kill each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since this experiment that my mom concocted seemed to work, I tried it on my girls today.  Sweetie was not into this exercise at first but as I left them on the bed hugging (we were at a friend's cabin) I came back to find them laughing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt; and tickling.  By the end, they were friends just like Sonny and I are friends.  Nothing is better than to have a sibling as your best friend.  Today, Sweetie said that Cutie wasn't her best friends, that she is far above any best friend status.  Now that made my heart melt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this form of love and let me know how it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**As a disclaimer, if it doesn't work, I will not be responsible for any broken noses, hospital visits or therapy sessions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-5913241387228841880?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/5913241387228841880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=5913241387228841880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/5913241387228841880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/5913241387228841880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-tradition.html' title='Family Tradition'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SV2vnE4RfFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/F0g3gzNii6E/s72-c/IMG_3602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-5159841264761264497</id><published>2008-12-23T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:02:28.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a51784e4455344e673d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Christmas Tea" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a51784e4455344e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my mom took us to a Christmas Tea at the Ritz Carlton.  My cousin Meggan had heard about it from a friend and invited us to go with her and her daughter.  So we got all dressed up in our Christmas outfits and went to an afternoon tea.  Each of us loved it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were driving there, Cutie said, "Mom, I look like a Barbie!"  She was referring to her sequence dress, quite impressive to a little girl!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls enjoyed being by their older cousin, soaking up every minute with her.  We enjoyed little sandwiches, scrumptious desserts and delightful tea, they had my favorite, while peach!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa came around so we caught pictures with him.  Sweetie hasn't ever believed in Santa (I know future theoropy for her since we never played that game) so she sat their uninterest and Santa commented, "Hi Sweetheart, are you ignoring me?"  She didn't give him the time of day!  But did take a photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top off the event, my mom bought all of the girls Jeoffery Bears in honor of the Tea Master, Jeoffery who hosted the tea and sang a Christmas song.  This is definitely a tradition that I would love to continue and recommend to anyone!  Thanks Mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-5159841264761264497?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/5159841264761264497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=5159841264761264497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/5159841264761264497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/5159841264761264497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tea.html' title='Christmas Tea'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-5150608196567006655</id><published>2008-12-21T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:40:55.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Elves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SU8YKLbKxjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VaQpDcnsdvI/s1600-h/IMG_3256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SU8YKLbKxjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VaQpDcnsdvI/s320/IMG_3256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467451073381938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I love Christmas time, it's exhausting and fun all in one month!  There are so many traditions that I want to pass onto my girls, so we started a new one this year, the Advent Tree.  The tradition was shared at church and we decided to adopt it this year.  Each day we wrote down something we could do as a family, such as drink hot cocoa and read a story, make smores, make cards, ect.  So today the tree read, "Make Christmas cookies and eat 'em!"  So this morning we made them, the girls rolled out the dough and stamped the cookies out.  They lost interest after a fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SU8aFQVkqcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hNB8WqvKQYE/s1600-h/IMG_3254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SU8aFQVkqcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hNB8WqvKQYE/s320/IMG_3254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282469565515999682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;w rolls and then decided to clean the house.  I loved the idea!  But that soon ended too and I had to clean up from their cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tonight we had a friend and her darling girls over to frost the cookies and enjoy dinner together.  My girls loved having friends over, Cutie played with her preschool friend and Sweetie loved "babysitting" as she would call it, the younger one.  Once they left and we were looking at the pics, Sweetie said, "I really had fun tonight, I'm sad they had to go."  Then Cutie piped in, "They are good friend, Momma!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Some other traditions: driving around to look at Christmas lights, purchasing gifts for those in need, making a gingerbread house, and making treats for neighbors.  Share your traditions in the comments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SU8XvvPH_MI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iVZQcgS2C3o/s1600-h/IMG_3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SU8XvvPH_MI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iVZQcgS2C3o/s320/IMG_3275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466996830076098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SU8XCxWL9rI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VTSNWxfwfm8/s1600-h/IMG_3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SU8XCxWL9rI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VTSNWxfwfm8/s320/IMG_3274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466224302454450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-5150608196567006655?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/5150608196567006655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=5150608196567006655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/5150608196567006655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/5150608196567006655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-elves.html' title='Christmas Elves'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SU8YKLbKxjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VaQpDcnsdvI/s72-c/IMG_3256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-6252299796373325105</id><published>2008-12-20T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:29:33.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SU3MixXL0zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VF1bB5hnmI4/s1600-h/IMG_3251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SU3MixXL0zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VF1bB5hnmI4/s400/IMG_3251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282102835713659698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;1.  My cat is thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Don't drink out of a glass of water that have been sitting around unattended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously God is trying to teach me a few lessons these past months, so I thought I would share them with you so that you can learn from my pain and not have to experience them yourself.  This is how I learned a lot of lessons as a kid, my brothers would get in trouble for things and I would make a mental note never to do that offense.  It worked, I hardly got in trouble, thanks bros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my 2 surgeries I have learned a few things, okay a lot of things: depend on others, ask for help (even strangers), lay down and relax, read books to be entertained and grow, let others do things their way like loading the dishwasher (at least they are loaded and clean), let the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;/pantry be disorganized (it really doesn't matter), take extra time to love on my kids (they need it especially when life isn't normal), trust in others, rely on others, have friends drive me to grocery shop, shop at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; (they actually have good prices, strange folk but good prices), trust in the Dr.'s decision, trust in the nurses/Dr's integrity as you lay 1/2 naked asleep on the operating table, enjoy walking, enjoy doing the laundry and cooking after not being able to, enjoy a shower after 2 weeks of baths, enjoy walking downstairs instead of scooting on my butt or crawling upstairs, rely on friends to pick-up/drop-off my precious cargo to school, and most importantly - that no matter what you're going through, God wants your attention and wants to teach you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for continuing to heal my feet.  Thank you for providing the support and love of family and friends.  Thank you for all the lessons, tears, pain and joy that I have overcome through your strength each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you friends for all your help and prayers.  I feel blessed to know each of you and very loved.  The weeks of meals that were provided were outstanding and such an amazing outpouring of love.  I owe each of you ten times over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An especially BIG THANK YOU to my momma.  She was incredible through this whole ordeal.  Putting up with my crazy, structured, over-organized life, you did terrific.  Last night I took her to the Michael W. Smith concert as a thank you, we had a blast.  I love ya momma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-6252299796373325105?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/6252299796373325105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=6252299796373325105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/6252299796373325105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/6252299796373325105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SU3MixXL0zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VF1bB5hnmI4/s72-c/IMG_3251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-8878676287612724379</id><published>2008-12-15T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:47:06.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb52PDqb4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Sa38tKAz610/s1600-h/IMG_3228_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb52PDqb4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Sa38tKAz610/s400/IMG_3228_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280182323288633218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb5K1Z9pxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/npKtDFMZOfc/s1600-h/IMG_3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb5K1Z9pxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/npKtDFMZOfc/s400/IMG_3230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280181577668470546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Frank's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Fleenor's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Check out our new career as elf dancers on my link called, New Career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-8878676287612724379?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/8878676287612724379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=8878676287612724379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/8878676287612724379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/8878676287612724379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb52PDqb4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Sa38tKAz610/s72-c/IMG_3228_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-7651376944591747505</id><published>2008-12-15T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:49:08.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie is 4!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb4TN1Bu9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/cj-L0qhRY9Q/s1600-h/IMG_3136.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/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb4TN1Bu9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/cj-L0qhRY9Q/s320/IMG_3136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280180622151760850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb4M7RW8cI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-GHgyLv90HM/s1600-h/IMG_3161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb4M7RW8cI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-GHgyLv90HM/s320/IMG_3161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280180514091102658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb4bT9mVUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_PP70zC5TLo/s1600-h/IMG_3146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb4bT9mVUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_PP70zC5TLo/s200/IMG_3146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280180761237280066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb4qhN0clI/AAAAAAAAAH0/J_XfH5R0dMs/s1600-h/IMG_3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb4qhN0clI/AAAAAAAAAH0/J_XfH5R0dMs/s200/IMG_3176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280181022493012562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie turned 4 last month and I have to put some photos up of her party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her party was at the park by our house, it was a parade party.  All the kids brought their bikes/scooters and decorated them, then they had a parade!  It was awesome, I have to give the credit to my mom for the wonderful idea, she did one for me when I was a kid.  Where any of you there?  Mary Jo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some pics of Cutie's party, enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-7651376944591747505?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/7651376944591747505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=7651376944591747505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/7651376944591747505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/7651376944591747505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/12/cutie-is-4.html' title='Cutie is 4!!!'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SUb4TN1Bu9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/cj-L0qhRY9Q/s72-c/IMG_3136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-4835192579849564114</id><published>2008-12-15T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:32:04.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Bunions!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I have been out of the blogging world for awhile due to my bunion surgeries.  Yes, it was extremely painful but in a few weeks I'm going to have some beautiful feet!  I had the first surgery in October on the left foot and just had the right foot done 2 weeks ago.  Today I went to the Dr. because the bone that he broke wasn't growing back correctly.  Well, it still isn't perfect but he said it will be just fine.  I guess my foot won't be perfect just pretty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of those days of ugly feet are over, well not yet, the right foot is still swollen and bruised.  But soon!  So no more jokes about being "Jobey Bunion, queen of the wild frontier."  That started back in Jr. High!  Soon I'll attach a foot photo but for now I'm going to make you wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-4835192579849564114?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/4835192579849564114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=4835192579849564114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/4835192579849564114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/4835192579849564114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-more-bunions.html' title='No More Bunions!'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-858187508395282933</id><published>2008-11-23T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:16:04.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged - 4th and 4th</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by my neighbor Shawn, so here's the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th and 4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Go to your picture files on your computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Go to the 4th folder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Go to the 4th picture in the 4th folder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Post it and tell what you remember about that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now you do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SSo3fg6_niI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uP9gFPAIhQM/s1600-h/030_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SSo3fg6_niI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uP9gFPAIhQM/s320/030_7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272087328343432738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So this is perfect timing!  This photo is of my hunky husband pulling out our first turkey that we had baked for Thanksgiving 2 years ago.  By the way, that hunky husband and I celebrated our 11th anniversary yesterday.  Wow, how times fly!  I'm blessed to have such an amazing husband.  Even after all these years we are still crazy in love!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-858187508395282933?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/858187508395282933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=858187508395282933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/858187508395282933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/858187508395282933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-4th-and-4th.html' title='Tagged - 4th and 4th'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SSo3fg6_niI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uP9gFPAIhQM/s72-c/030_7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-8154896124910893774</id><published>2008-11-14T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:07:27.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball Studs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4gl6Mqk4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ult8VqPMrRE/s1600-h/IMG_3039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4gl6Mqk4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ult8VqPMrRE/s320/IMG_3039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268684449719686018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4gbnBePdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WO-8oIDAhGc/s1600-h/IMG_3035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4gbnBePdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WO-8oIDAhGc/s320/IMG_3035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268684272773774802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Veteran's Day the fam went to the park and we practiced softball.  Here are my studs:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4gtBWeTkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/D8ON31mP9Pg/s1600-h/IMG_3043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4gtBWeTkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/D8ON31mP9Pg/s320/IMG_3043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268684571898957378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-8154896124910893774?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/8154896124910893774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=8154896124910893774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/8154896124910893774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/8154896124910893774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/11/softball-studs.html' title='Softball Studs!'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4gl6Mqk4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ult8VqPMrRE/s72-c/IMG_3039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-2939282020936782123</id><published>2008-11-14T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:20:22.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching Them To Give Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4f7PGZWdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Q8rAHZi7aCk/s1600-h/IMG_3052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4f7PGZWdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Q8rAHZi7aCk/s320/IMG_3052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268683716596160978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4fyzKmZUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xD71nesMNNU/s1600-h/IMG_3056.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/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4fyzKmZUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xD71nesMNNU/s320/IMG_3056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268683571658646850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;One of the lessons I hope to instill in my girls is to give back to others.  We are blessed with so much and often we just need to open our eyes or put ourselves in a position to see other's needs.  If we always stay in our suburban neighbrohoods and never go down in the city to see the needs of those hurting, we think that a tight budget is a big deal.  On the other hand, when we go down where some are struggling to keep something on the table for dinner tonight, our focus changes.  There is an awesome song by Brandon Heath called "Give Me Your Eyes", this song has really reminded me that we need to ask God to show us how to serve others by seeing  life as God does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yesterday, I went with Sweetie's class to the Phoenix Rescue Mission to do a simple service project.  The students packed treat bags with candy that will be handed out on Thanksgiving Day to the many homeless that come for a hot meal.  What an awesome experience for these kids to partake in a project of giving back.  The kids brought in candy bags and then wrote notes to pack into these bags.  While we were there, many families lined up in need of food boxes.  The kids saw all of these families and their hearts were filled with compassion for these hungry people.  Kudos to the teacher who is helping plan these field trips to teach my Sweetie a great lesson, to give back to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tis the season, think of some way for your family to give back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-2939282020936782123?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/2939282020936782123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=2939282020936782123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/2939282020936782123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/2939282020936782123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/11/teaching-them-to-give-back.html' title='Teaching Them To Give Back'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4f7PGZWdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Q8rAHZi7aCk/s72-c/IMG_3052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-6236034808483601274</id><published>2008-11-14T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:52:42.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4cfVGTfnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XyUp-pb4xqc/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4cfVGTfnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XyUp-pb4xqc/s320/IMG_1188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268679938635169394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4coY9StjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7j8darKY3Fc/s1600-h/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4coY9StjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7j8darKY3Fc/s320/IMG_1189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268680094289933874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4c8MFywjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fHcJ9628z0c/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4c8MFywjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fHcJ9628z0c/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268680434433311282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy Halloween!  We had a great time celebrating with our neighbors in front of our house at our annual Halloween Party!  Here are my gals, Hannah Montana and Minnie Mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-6236034808483601274?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/6236034808483601274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=6236034808483601274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/6236034808483601274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/6236034808483601274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SR4cfVGTfnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XyUp-pb4xqc/s72-c/IMG_1188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-2403082846502098550</id><published>2008-10-05T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:22:35.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NCS Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SOk8g7f7vXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BIjYHj_zrCc/s1600-h/IMG00103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SOk8g7f7vXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BIjYHj_zrCc/s320/IMG00103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253796976729505138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This week was homecoming at NCS, the 2nd-8th graders were invited to open the Friday night football game with a cheer.  Sweetie was thrilled to be apart.  Here she is cheering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SOk8Ks9HR5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ld9YBpEtur4/s1600-h/IMG00098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SOk8Ks9HR5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ld9YBpEtur4/s320/IMG00098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253796594868242322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Andy, also a NCS alumni, was put to work as the bouncer to the bounce house.  He was organizing the chaos and doing a great job!  Good thing he didn't have to sing this weekend because he was yelling at kids all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SOk9QdTaBjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TaB0WuUEBlM/s1600-h/IMG00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SOk9QdTaBjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TaB0WuUEBlM/s320/IMG00112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253797793257621042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-2403082846502098550?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/2403082846502098550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=2403082846502098550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/2403082846502098550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/2403082846502098550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/10/ncs-homecoming.html' title='NCS Homecoming'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SOk8g7f7vXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BIjYHj_zrCc/s72-c/IMG00103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-905182227656877800</id><published>2008-09-27T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:30:50.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Marker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To every mom, a permanent black marker means trouble!  And it ALWAYS is!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We had a unique opportunity, as a church, to write on the floors of the new children's building.  It was exciting and a bit emotional to think how many lives will be changed and impacted from this new facility.  For those non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CCVers&lt;/span&gt;, the kids are bursting from the current buildings or should I say tents.  I started serving in the 2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;s last year and have since graduated with Cutie to the 3s.  Needless to say, the partitions that separate each classroom in the "Big Tent " are NOT sound proof so the noise level is somewhat distracting.  As a teacher, I have given into the sound issue and have the kids recite our memory verse first whispering it and lastly SCREAMING it!  The kids love it and other classrooms also participate in the scripture SCREAMING wars which I will miss! Obviously we need more classrooms and room to play.  So as a family we went into each of our girl's classrooms and wrote the following scriptures on the floors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuties's&lt;/span&gt; class: "Imitate God, therefore, in everything you do, because you are His children."  Ephesians 5:1  My prayer is that the children that come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CCV&lt;/span&gt; will be strong imitators of God and impact this community and world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;In Sweetie's class: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and will all your soul and with all your strength." Deuteronomy 6:5  I pray that these children love God with all that is in them.  I am glad that we have a church that Sweetie loves to go to and always wants to bring friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So each of us had a permanent black marker and BIG surprise, Andy and I got distracted talking to friends out in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;entrance&lt;/span&gt; of the building.  My attention is grabbed when I hear Sweetie correcting her sister so I look down to find Cutie using her PERMANENT marker on the cement sidewalk!  She didn't see the difference of writing on the building's floor, which would be eventually covered with carpet, and the outside sidewalk!  Who's kid is that?  What kind of parent isn't watching them and why didn't they take the marker away earlier? All of the questions lead to...ME!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-905182227656877800?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/905182227656877800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=905182227656877800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/905182227656877800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/905182227656877800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/09/black-marker.html' title='Black Marker'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-5322853516494152348</id><published>2008-09-26T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:15:11.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got BOOed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SN3O5sJ8HbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7pYUZXFHjGI/s1600-h/halloween_boo_sign_colorful.preview.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SN3O5sJ8HbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7pYUZXFHjGI/s320/halloween_boo_sign_colorful.preview.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250580231084580274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I love fall because it is the beginning of fun festivities.  We arrived home tonight and noticed something on the front porch bench.  So the girls ran to see what it was, Belle was suspicious and wondered if we had gotten booed.  To their delight there was a beautiful basket filled with tons of fun treats and goodies with a sign that read "You've been booooed!  The girls poured over the basket, even though it was very late!  It felt like Christmas to them!  So we opened everything and both girls went to bed with Halloween flashlights and glow bracelets.  So much fun!!!  As I was praying with Cutie, she wanted to pray that we would get more baskets!  She also said, "I think that basket came from a neighbor, someone who really cares for us!"  It's good to feel loved, thank you for whoever blessed us with a basket brimming over!  Now we get to go out and pay it forward!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The funny part was that we had just gotten home from going to Party City to buy Halloween supplies for our Halloween party on the 31st.  I know,  I'm a little early, Andy was picking on me about that tonight.  He was joking around and said, "My wife, the planner, you probably already have my birthday present bought (his birthday is in January) for 2010!"  The reason I went tonight was because I went to the foot Dr. today for a pre-surgery appointment to have my bunions removed from my feet.  The Dr. will call me Monday to let me know the surgery date, either October 8th or 15th.  I will have my left foot operated on first and will be off my feet for 1 week and healing for another 5 weeks!  Then I will have the other foot done.  So in my defense, I will have to really plan ahead for the holidays.  Since I am already confessing my planning compulsion, I will admit I already have my stockings done for Christmas! I know, no comments on that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SN3PCa7JiTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oOGlD8RP9gY/s1600-h/halloween_boo_poem.img_assist_custom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SN3PCa7JiTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oOGlD8RP9gY/s320/halloween_boo_poem.img_assist_custom.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250580381077965106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-5322853516494152348?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/5322853516494152348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=5322853516494152348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/5322853516494152348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/5322853516494152348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-got-booed.html' title='We got BOOed!'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SN3O5sJ8HbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7pYUZXFHjGI/s72-c/halloween_boo_sign_colorful.preview.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-561674292040018180</id><published>2008-09-05T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:16:08.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SMNe6Qt4FdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/24BJ7AjWkn4/s1600-h/100_0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SMNe6Qt4FdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/24BJ7AjWkn4/s320/100_0583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243138746202199506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SMNe_H6xZAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CGdI50iqBGw/s1600-h/100_0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SMNe_H6xZAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CGdI50iqBGw/s320/100_0581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243138829739713538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SMNezSIGy3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/g3oJtR13Od8/s1600-h/100_0586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SMNezSIGy3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/g3oJtR13Od8/s320/100_0586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243138626321566578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&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;It's the 3rd week of school and we are all adjusted to the strict schedule, which actually give Andy and I our alone time at night which is wonderful!  Both girls are loving their classes and doing very well.  It is hard to fit all of life in at times but we are juggling quite well.  Sweetie loves her teacher and is excited about school, YEAH!  She is reading every night and I can't believe how well she is doing.  I don't remember doing half the things she does in 2nd grade, life is so much more advanced!  Cutie now asks if she can go to school each day, she loves taking her snack and playing with her little friends.  She is practicing using scissors and I just figured out that I need to get her Lefty scissors, poor thing has been struggling to use Right Man scissors!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We started having a small group in our home on Thursday nights.  We have really enjoyed meeting awesome people in our neighborhood.  I love having people in my home, I also love keeping the house clean.  Now I have an excuse to be neurotically clean!  Now I am cleaning for a purpose and not just cleaning to clean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Today I took Cutie to the Oasis gym for a play date with some other friends.  We had a blast!  For some reason, I thought that I was a kid and had as much fun as the little ones!  Cutie was very timid and wanted me to do everything with her, so I did!  The best was jumping off the raised mats into the pit filled with foam squares.  I forgot my physics from high school and when Cutie and I jumped off together, my rate of falling was at a much faster rate than hers!  As a result, she had her arm yanked down and fell wrong, jamming her earring into her head.  OOPS!  Sorry!  Two rules still stand: "Big kids hurt little kids!"  and  "Good friends are always there to pull you out of the pit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-561674292040018180?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/561674292040018180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=561674292040018180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/561674292040018180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/561674292040018180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SMNe6Qt4FdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/24BJ7AjWkn4/s72-c/100_0583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-3260566476133839502</id><published>2008-08-19T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:36:39.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie's Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKskyRh8P6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/amDbuFueHsA/s1600-h/IMG_2896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKskyRh8P6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/amDbuFueHsA/s320/IMG_2896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236319437866155938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKskygwHjiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r6_u3-UUtlU/s1600-h/IMG_2900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKskygwHjiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r6_u3-UUtlU/s320/IMG_2900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236319441952149026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKskzNYtKXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u85HRyKXKDQ/s1600-h/IMG_2901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKskzNYtKXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u85HRyKXKDQ/s320/IMG_2901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236319453933545842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKskzmN4l1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/YqiYLmS11Is/s1600-h/IMG_2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKskzmN4l1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/YqiYLmS11Is/s320/IMG_2906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236319460599043922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Well, I made it through Cutie's first day of preschool.  She is attending the cutest preschool named Happy Apple, with a name like that who wouldn't like it!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;She is still a little unsure about this preschool thing.  Her idea, and possibly mine, is to never go to school and always stay with mom.  In all honesty, I would be fine with that plan.  I have already started training her as my real estate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apprentice&lt;/span&gt;.  She has a keen eye for property evaluation and has learned to used the lock box quit well.  So if she fails at preschool, she has a job with me! :)  I asked her if she had fun, she said no.  I asked if she liked going to preschool, she said no.  She obviously is picking up on her sister's school negativity.  It was only Sweetie's second day of school and she woke up complaining that her throat hurts bad and needed to stay home!  Gosh, they must think I'm an incredible mom since they would rather stay home or maybe they just want to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;All in all, it was a good morning.  I went to Paradise Bakery with my Suicide Prevention Specialist friend E and couped each other through the  2 1/2 hours.  I'm ALIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-3260566476133839502?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/3260566476133839502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=3260566476133839502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/3260566476133839502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/3260566476133839502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/08/cuties-preschool.html' title='Cutie&apos;s Preschool'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKskyRh8P6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/amDbuFueHsA/s72-c/IMG_2896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-4436900892824342983</id><published>2008-08-18T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:25:50.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber PARTY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnasrLmMkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hEUn85UOEUo/s1600-h/IMG_2873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnasrLmMkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hEUn85UOEUo/s320/IMG_2873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235956502835376706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnatBDQCuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WGJ0ANEUj9s/s1600-h/IMG_2882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnatBDQCuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WGJ0ANEUj9s/s320/IMG_2882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235956508705950434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will do for my children!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweetie is turning 7 and wanted to have a slumber party.  I said, okay but only 3 friends plus her sister.  So we made pizzas, did make-overs, played Wii, watched a move, did face masks and went swimming.  Wow, was I exhausted!!!  I put the girls down at 11pm and they were asleep by 1pm!!!!  YIKES, I didn't realize that would happen!  The next day, my girls and I took a long nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-4436900892824342983?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/4436900892824342983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=4436900892824342983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/4436900892824342983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/4436900892824342983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/08/slumber-party.html' title='Slumber PARTY!'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnasrLmMkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hEUn85UOEUo/s72-c/IMG_2873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-5732545026369360177</id><published>2008-08-18T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:38:09.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sweetie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7 is like heaven!  Happy Birthday Sweetie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;, back into the swing of things!  When the alarm went off early this morning, it was actually refreshing (check back with me in a week or so and I'll tell y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKslJadnT6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/eIohMLB51pY/s1600-h/IMG_2888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKslJadnT6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/eIohMLB51pY/s320/IMG_2888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236319835400916898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ou if I'm still refreshed!).  A plan, a schedule, normalcy is really what we all need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This summer has been a blast, lots of trips, play days, sleeping in and movies but it's over!  I'm very grateful that I have all those memories and photos to remember Summer of 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven years ago today, I gave birth to Sweetie.  She was all we had hoped and dreamed of.  As I look back at the years, they have gone by so quickly and today of all days I am dropping her off at the first day of 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade!  We are so proud of her growth spiritually, physically and mentally.  She, like all children, is a masterpiece in progress.  I know that God uses&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKslJvdoK7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/3T4RxZUHXDM/s1600-h/IMG_2891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKslJvdoK7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/3T4RxZUHXDM/s320/IMG_2891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236319841038117810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; her each day and is preparing her to be a special warrior princess for Him!  Happy Birthday Princess!&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/707668220028039631-5732545026369360177?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/5732545026369360177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=5732545026369360177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/5732545026369360177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/5732545026369360177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-sweetie.html' title='Happy Birthday Sweetie!!!'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKslJadnT6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/eIohMLB51pY/s72-c/IMG_2888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-6875125109174285572</id><published>2008-08-18T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:39:27.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnTlVGuKUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/y7ZP_YDVUX8/s1600-h/IMG_2747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnTlVGuKUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/y7ZP_YDVUX8/s320/IMG_2747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235948680068868418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnTlsk_nSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iic4TGubEuo/s1600-h/IMG_2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnTlsk_nSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iic4TGubEuo/s320/IMG_2739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235948686369856802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnTl-cJ8wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/z0V4aT2of-c/s1600-h/IMG_2704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnTl-cJ8wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/z0V4aT2of-c/s320/IMG_2704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235948691164623618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnTmZX2KNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zKhBUS7eAd4/s1600-h/IMG_2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnTmZX2KNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zKhBUS7eAd4/s320/IMG_2706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235948698394306770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, one of our dear friend's daughter and another friend's son got married and they asked Andy to sing and MC the reception.  The wedding was beautiful and done with such class.  Knowing the amazing couple made the wedding even more special.  We stayed on the East side of town and enjoyed seeing many great friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sweetie was so excited to see her long lost friend E, so they hung out the entire night.  E is 2 years younger than Sweetie but they have the same identical personality, so they got along great - 2 Miss Independents!  Sweetie's favorite part was being able to roam around during the reception and eat all the desserts she and E wanted and she loved being apart of the bouquet toss.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My favorite part was seeing God's hand over this couple and knowing that He has great plans for them.  I also loved being surrounded by friends that felt like family, it was nice to be at home on the East side of town.  Plus, I also got to see my long lost friend, E's mommy! :)  It was a fabulous night!&lt;/span&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/707668220028039631-6875125109174285572?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/6875125109174285572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=6875125109174285572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/6875125109174285572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/6875125109174285572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding-bells.html' title='Wedding Bells'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnTlVGuKUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/y7ZP_YDVUX8/s72-c/IMG_2747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-6897735530268478741</id><published>2008-08-18T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:48:59.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnSHmhvCFI/AAAAAAAAADU/kCTydxEFGHk/s1600-h/IMG_2768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnSIfDMFcI/AAAAAAAAADk/yGVDCHqy454/s320/IMG_2754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235947085010572738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnSI5RgIBI/AAAAAAAAADs/xwd3oIedrWs/s1600-h/IMG_2758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SKnSI5RgIBI/AAAAAAAAADs/xwd3oIedrWs/s320/IMG_2758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235947092049928210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-6897735530268478741?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI6h2StTlsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3PASGnb-qkY/s1600-h/Belle+gettin+on+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI6h2StTlsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3PASGnb-qkY/s320/Belle+gettin+on+boat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228294171530598082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI6h2hq7LYI/AAAAAAAAADE/jZrmvUY5t6o/s1600-h/Lily+on+Tube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI6h2hq7LYI/AAAAAAAAADE/jZrmvUY5t6o/s320/Lily+on+Tube.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228294175547141506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI6h28gazgI/AAAAAAAAADM/UHBPat9JjmU/s1600-h/Guys+on+Tube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI6h28gazgI/AAAAAAAAADM/UHBPat9JjmU/s320/Guys+on+Tube.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228294182750834178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We were invited out to the lake with some friends Friday night and we had a blast.  I haven't been to the lake very often so I didn't realize how much fun we could have on the lake!  At first I was a little timid about the girls falling off or something but once we all started swimming around in the lake I realized how much the life jackets kept you afloat!  I did have to keep reminding myself not to think about what I was swimming in, if you think about it, it is pretty gross!  I came home and took a shower and bath to cleanse myself from the fish poop water.  The most amazing part was riding the inner tube with Andy, I haven't screamed and laughed like that in a LONG time!  What a blast!!  Then C and I went and the guys were trying to fling us off the inner tube, like warriors we stayed on! :)  When it was the guys turn, C was driving and flipped her husband off the tube, it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Towards the north there was a pretty dark storm forming.   K said we better start heading in, but we were having too much fun!  The kids wanted another ride on the tube and we kept playing.  Finally, as the storm got closer we headed in.  As we approached the dock, the wind was really bad.  Now we see almost everyone getting off the lake, so it started getting crowded at the boat ramp and the water was terribly choppy.  I felt like we were in the movie, A Perfect Storm.  I was dropped off at the dock with the 4 kids, at this point I started praying because it was a bit scary!  The kids were a little freaked and we all wanted to get the boat loaded and get out of there.  Obviously, they did but from now on we'll trust K when he says it's time to get off the lake!  Another lesson, Lake Pleasant can be not so pleasant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/707668220028039631-5196796922335873620?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/5196796922335873620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=5196796922335873620' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-8896798300487890256</id><published>2008-07-27T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:01:39.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Abuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI1uxhGCDuI/AAAAAAAAACs/3fT8NTY3uaE/s1600-h/Miley+-Swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI1uxhGCDuI/AAAAAAAAACs/3fT8NTY3uaE/s320/Miley+-Swing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227956539423330018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; have to first start by saying that we have the best cat in the entire world!  She is fun and active but also docile and sweet.  Back in January, we somehow went into Petsmart for a goldfish and came out with a cat named Miley (yes for Miley Cyrus!)  The truth is, you never know what you're getting when you adopt a cat from a window at the pet store but we bought a winner!  I'll admit, we did have some major problems with Miley (jealousy, hunger issues, disobedience, keeping us up at night meowing) when we purchased a hamster for Sweetie's amazing report card but after they had a cat fight and Hammy ran away with only one eye, we got rid of him!  After that, all has been well!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The girls adore Miley.  Each morning they wake-up and dash to find her.  Poor kitty!  She seems to enjoy their pulling, yanking, and touching.  She even puts up with combing, dressing and pretending that she is a real baby.  Recently, I found Cutie locked in a room (which is Cutie's only way to keep the cat contained, she's a smart kid!) with the cat swinging in a baby swing!  I though for sure she would be meowing but she was actually enjoying the ride.  I've also seen her in the doll's high chair, being pushed around in the doll's stroller, and held upside down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The most amazing thing about the cat is that she seems grateful that someone just loves her.  So I guess Cat Abuse is better than no abuse!&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/707668220028039631-8896798300487890256?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/8896798300487890256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=8896798300487890256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/8896798300487890256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/8896798300487890256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/07/cat-abuse.html' title='Cat Abuse'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI1uxhGCDuI/AAAAAAAAACs/3fT8NTY3uaE/s72-c/Miley+-Swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-7104913809542726783</id><published>2008-07-27T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:16:00.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI1fYB6JzEI/AAAAAAAAACE/ay8nRvF4ces/s1600-h/Crawdad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI1fYB6JzEI/AAAAAAAAACE/ay8nRvF4ces/s320/Crawdad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227939608880860226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI1fYUjNsZI/AAAAAAAAACM/gu5WOSf4_Js/s1600-h/Quad+-+A%26L.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI1fYUjNsZI/AAAAAAAAACM/gu5WOSf4_Js/s320/Quad+-+A%26L.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227939613884920210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;As a kid, one of my favorite things to do during the summer was to go up to the cabin.  It was a time to get down and dirty but also get inside and get cleaned up.  I loved going down to the pond and fish for crawdads.  So, to my delight when we took the quads to the meadow area, we found crawdads in the little stream!  My girls freaked out!  I had to show them, and my husband, that I did catch these little critters!  So when we caught a good sized one, I showed the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; how to pick one up.  I think the forest awoke to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;shrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; screaming, it was so fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; It was an action packed 2 day trip that was filled with many fun memories.  We are headed back up in 2 weeks for a few more days.  I love getting out of the heat and hopefully we'll get some rain so we can go riding through the muddy puddles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI1fYpIOMqI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZJWsXhKbwRw/s1600-h/Quad-J%26B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI1fYpIOMqI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZJWsXhKbwRw/s320/Quad-J%26B.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227939619408851618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI1fY4COvbI/AAAAAAAAACc/KHTxWucCZi4/s1600-h/Meadow+-+J%26L.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI1fY4COvbI/AAAAAAAAACc/KHTxWucCZi4/s320/Meadow+-+J%26L.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227939623410253234" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=7104913809542726783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/7104913809542726783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/7104913809542726783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-kid-one-of-my-favorite-things-to-do.html' title='Cabin Fever'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SI1fYB6JzEI/AAAAAAAAACE/ay8nRvF4ces/s72-c/Crawdad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-6404495523434294555</id><published>2008-07-15T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:36:36.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Baby Dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SH0dUr6KkWI/AAAAAAAAABc/NUvpBuIk-vM/s1600-h/Dual+Dancers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SH0dUr6KkWI/AAAAAAAAABc/NUvpBuIk-vM/s320/Dual+Dancers.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223363384040919394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SH0dKRa4zsI/AAAAAAAAABU/JjR6Iq7XLVA/s1600-h/Cutie+Dancer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SH0dKRa4zsI/AAAAAAAAABU/JjR6Iq7XLVA/s320/Cutie+Dancer.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223363205131718338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SH0dB-C_4jI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Qvrvz40ybk/s1600-h/Sassy+Dancer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SH0dB-C_4jI/AAAAAAAAABM/4Qvrvz40ybk/s320/Sassy+Dancer.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223363062492291634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So now I'm updating from past fun of this summer.  The girls had been practicing all year in anticipation for their summer dance recital.  Teacher E was incredible and way too patient with all the crazy girls but all of her hard work payed off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sweetie was in the dance, "Cat In The Hat" while lil Cutie was a "Purple People Eater."  They were sink'i&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n CUTE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The best part, as I was looking through the photos from dress rehearsal, I spotted a photo of Sweetie look'in like her momma!  Believe me, ever since that child was born she didn't look a lick like me.  But thanks to graceful aging her face is starting to change and develop like mine plus she does the same sassy facial expressions that I used to do, and still sometimes flash, back in my cheerleading days.  I told Andy and he said, "Praise the Lord!"  That poor child has been told that she looks just like her daddy all her life and to her, looking like a man is not a compliment even if he is handsome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/707668220028039631-6404495523434294555?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/6404495523434294555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=6404495523434294555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/6404495523434294555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/6404495523434294555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/07/dance-baby-dance.html' title='Dance Baby Dance!'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SH0dUr6KkWI/AAAAAAAAABc/NUvpBuIk-vM/s72-c/Dual+Dancers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-7666005379170983582</id><published>2008-07-15T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:18:34.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Got Caught!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SH0PJHjH0WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ME_o0siRBOA/s1600-h/Got+Caught!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SH0PJHjH0WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ME_o0siRBOA/s320/Got+Caught!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223347792139243874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andy hasn't been feeling good the last few days, so when he was still asleep this morning at 8am I figured he was down for the 8 count.  I called E and broke the news, play date could be off or relocated.  But to my surprise he arose from the dark and headed into work on the motorcycle, making a loud exit.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; called E and let her know that, "Andy has left the building!"  Play date is back on!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we were hanging and figured we could use a few more kids so we called another neighbor, C, to come play too.  I thought I was being cleaver by bringing out a couple craft projects to keep the kids busy but they resorted to having a boys vs. girl fight upstairs.  During this commotion, the ladies and I ate our lunch downstairs in peace just hoping that the roof above us wouldn't cave in.  E was a bit concerned!  We then fed the monkeys and then broke out the dessert.  Stuffing our faces with pieces too big for our bellies, our excuse was to help E clean out her dish, we ate dessert in peace as the kids watched Tom and Jerry!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it happened!!  I heard the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;!!  The ladies dashed up, yelled for the kids and they started to make their exit.  Andy came in wondering why everyone was scrambling.  I later explained to him the unpublished rule, "When a husband comes home, your lady guests must &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; leave."  He responded, "What is this Leave It To Beaver?"  So ladies, have no fear we have a new rule, Andy is okay with us having a play date, messing up his house, and enjoying dessert as long as his little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt; is happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RULE: Play dates are permitted, if husband comes home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt;, resume play unless he has other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ulterior&lt;/span&gt; motives for coming home early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-7666005379170983582?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/7666005379170983582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=7666005379170983582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/7666005379170983582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/7666005379170983582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-got-caught.html' title='We Got Caught!!'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SH0PJHjH0WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ME_o0siRBOA/s72-c/Got+Caught!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-3314289738898424022</id><published>2008-07-13T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:38:28.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Weeks Till School Starts!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Did you answer my poll question?  Honestly, I am really enjoying our summer and my 2 children.   I love for them to be home and not have a major schedule but I love "Back to School" shopping.  Even though Sweetie wears uniforms, there is still accessories to buy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; up the drab uniform (funky socks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt;, hair accessories, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; undershirts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.).  Plus, Cutie is starting preschool 2 days a week, so she needs to get geared up too!  To my dismay, I am not finding uniforms anywhere yet so I am stalled.  Instead I went to Michael's and bought a trunk load of crafts to lessen my insanity over the next 5 weeks.  Most days we are busy going here and there but some days seem to drag on and on.  There is nothing worse than a bored child.  So now I am stocked full of kids crafts.  Today we got out the paints and made cards.  I even joined in the fun and started making a card for my hunky husband with water colors using my fingers.  Sweetie said, "Mom, you look like a kid." I'll take that as a compliment, thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Arbonne&lt;/span&gt;. :)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to the Home Depot to find some air filters for the A/C.   As we were walking in Sweetie said, "Mom, is this a man store?" I said yes while laughing but inside I was reminding myself to pretend like I know what I am doing.  By the way, I did find the air filters and installed them myself, with Cutie's help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Chili's with my parents.  Life has been really different lately.  My family has been in a whirlwind since my uncle died at the beginning of June.  Everyone has been so busy that we hardly have spent good time together.  So today was nice and much needed.  Tonight we are going over to Andy's Mom's for birthday parties.  He is programming the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; to include everyone that will be there, it should be fun!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A recap from Saturday: To be honest, Saturdays stink! (Andy is gone most of the day).  I used to be frustrated because everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; husband is home having fun, family time and I am at home alone!  Believe me, I did not plan that in my Barbie's life but reality stinks and we have to just deal with it, right?  But I do love Saturday nights!!  The girls and I  go to church at 4pm to work in the 3's class and then go to the 6:15 service.  This week the girls went to service with me, they love to hear daddy sing.  Cutie said, "Mom, why is daddy up there?  I don't like all those people looking at daddy."  After service we ate at the church and hung out with friends then came home and put the kids down.  Andy and I always debrief about the service, I love to hear about funny behind the scene stories.  He then wanted to watch MAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, some shoot 'em up show and I was not in the mood so I went in the guest room to watch House Hunters.  When I came back in our room, he was watching "What Women Want".  I forgot how much I love that movie.  It is the best!  I love that the characters work for a marketing firm.  Andy said, "Honey, you could work for a company like that , you'd be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;!" I love it when my husband gives me compliments that I don't deserve!  I think it was after that comment that we turned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; off and... that is the end of my blog!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/707668220028039631-3314289738898424022?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/3314289738898424022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=3314289738898424022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/3314289738898424022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/3314289738898424022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/07/5-weeks-till-school-starts.html' title='5 Weeks Till School Starts!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-707668220028039631.post-3153980663031893969</id><published>2008-07-11T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:18:28.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SHg2zotPM7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UJeNgHkYfdA/s1600-h/Barbie+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SHg2zotPM7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UJeNgHkYfdA/s400/Barbie+House.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221984028664476594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As a child I loved to play Barbies.  My girlfriend Amber and I would play for hours.  Every day I would create for my Barbies a life that I dreamed of some day living.  I'm not saying I have the perfect life, but I am enjoying every moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's fun, challenging, and exhausting juggling this crazy thing called life as a wife, mommy, and real estate tycoon and still keep the house clean.  I am a mother of 2 beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girls and a wife of one hot husband.  We work hard to play hard and love to enjoy life.  I hope to share some of my insanity so that you feel more normal and grateful for you life.  Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/707668220028039631-3153980663031893969?l=jobeyfrank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/feeds/3153980663031893969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=707668220028039631&amp;postID=3153980663031893969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/3153980663031893969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/707668220028039631/posts/default/3153980663031893969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobeyfrank.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-child-i-loved-to-play-barbies.html' title=''/><author><name>Jobey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17109672918713258345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cCEFI1Dqf5c/SHg2zotPM7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UJeNgHkYfdA/s72-c/Barbie+House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
