tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32640474157237153462024-02-07T20:31:39.944-05:00LaFountain of YouthKristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-34441786424468578382009-01-27T08:55:00.005-05:002009-01-27T09:09:43.907-05:00Kamryn's 8th birthday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0puxn2xA9mEvlNXSCwPIxqDredCRXCVsJtOUNjHuqiZf7Bt1eupFojeZZOsU2t8ncwNySBCATcMtOxTRqKJClOZ-hUbYtdfF52iRRyRzXInOjdRQZlQlZfLhHfzl33yG1U7BhSWL6bH8/s1600-h/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+New+years+08+09+253-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295975103427858530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0puxn2xA9mEvlNXSCwPIxqDredCRXCVsJtOUNjHuqiZf7Bt1eupFojeZZOsU2t8ncwNySBCATcMtOxTRqKJClOZ-hUbYtdfF52iRRyRzXInOjdRQZlQlZfLhHfzl33yG1U7BhSWL6bH8/s320/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+New+years+08+09+253-1.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Kamryn Brooke</strong></span><br /></span><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong>Curious</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong>Energetic</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong>Lovable</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong>Humble</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong>Compassionate</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong>Happy</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><strong>Playful</strong></span></p><br /><p><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;">I can not believe how you have grown. What a beautiful young lady you are turning into. You are our little missionary, ballerina, and all around have a good time gal. We are so proud of you and wanted to say that we love you very much and wish you a happy 8th birthday.</span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;">We love you, Mom, Dad, Kaylin, Cole, and Connor </span></strong></p><br /><p><span style="color:#339999;"></span></p><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-52974196324909229752008-12-16T06:45:00.003-05:002008-12-16T07:05:37.457-05:00NYC<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQevn8tUQNEW7LrLYQ2514n2_SS5XReFeRayHy9wHi1C3h0iW2aLD0vR1ZKZ596f0raC7VzbsEftQT3Rn0ZbA47E1vm5oDWqdV4Kjj8s5sWdYe4PgkZT5YyixOyz7VQv3G-fcoDZG3Tvw/s1600-h/ny12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280357211587331618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQevn8tUQNEW7LrLYQ2514n2_SS5XReFeRayHy9wHi1C3h0iW2aLD0vR1ZKZ596f0raC7VzbsEftQT3Rn0ZbA47E1vm5oDWqdV4Kjj8s5sWdYe4PgkZT5YyixOyz7VQv3G-fcoDZG3Tvw/s320/ny12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">This past weekend I spent in NYC with my very good friend Sam and others. It was the coldest trip ever! To begin Friday was spent checking in a dropping our bags at the hotel. From there we went to Serendipity. Waited 3 hours! Not worth it! By the time we all sat down, we are so grumpy , tired and HUNGRY! Not a pleasant lunch. From there it was the usual Rockefeller Center and off to a show. CHICAGO! It was a great show. I love to see shows in NY on Broadway. That is always my highlight. I would do that the whole time if it was not so expensive. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Saturday was freakin' cold!! The signs told us 27 but that was not the wind chill factor. I am from Florida and do not own things that would make the weather comfortable. So it was sooooo uncomfortable. IT HURT!! It is nice to have a Starbucks on ever corner. Duck in to have something warm. Lunch was at my favorite pizza joint. It is a little whole in the wall place in Brooklyn. It is packed out from the minute they open until closing. We waited 20 minutes before they opened to get a table. It is one of the original coal burning ovens in NYC. It makes a difference with the pizza. They serve pizza and that is all. That is my food highlight! The rest of the time was spent shopping, window gazing, and yes more eating. I love this trip and hope to do it again next year. Any takers?</span></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-61468534823839687352008-12-03T12:33:00.005-05:002008-12-03T12:56:29.158-05:00School Daze!<span style="color:#003333;">It is beginning to look a lot like Christmas! My children are in full Christmas spirit. In other words they are on <span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Christmas</strong> </span><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Vacation</span>!</strong> Their little minds have left the building and they will not return until 2009! The funny thing is we have at least two weeks left before our official vacation begins. Are we going to make it? It is not looking good.</span><br /><span style="color:#003333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">Maybe you are thinking what could be so bad? Well...</span><br /><span style="color:#003333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">1. we are all still in our pj's NO SHOWERS!<br />2. Kamryn has spent the morning skipping around! AWANA and Hooked on Phonics done (that is about 30-40 minutes worth of work in 3 hours)<br />3. Cole has asked every five minutes "Am I done now? I want to go play with Connor!"<br />4. Kaylin 1 lesson in math not corrected (I think) and AWANA<br />5. Why does school make them hungry? Every time we start someone is hungry?!<br /></span><span style="color:#003333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">Vacation sounds so good, maybe I should let my mind go! Wait, it is already gone.</span>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-30122520562680130962008-11-30T18:30:00.004-05:002008-11-30T18:52:28.073-05:00Old friends<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><span style="color:#99ffff;">Today we spent the afternoon with some good friends. Jeff and Tiffany moved away last month and stopped in on their way home (Sunrise, Fl). I love to visit and talk with her. Tiff is a true woman of God. She inspires me! We both have obstinate girls (Kaylin and Jaden) that need direction and we need support. Today Tiff said something, which was very good advice. "God is always molding my character and it's not the most comfortable for me. He does what He needs to do to mold me more like Him." That is her direction with Jaden. It may not always be the easiest way but what is best for Jaden. That is my new outlook with Kaylin. My focus needs to be on her character and not her short comings. Thankfully God does not focus on my short comings</span>.</span></strong>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-63189291883612977872008-11-29T02:03:00.003-05:002008-11-29T02:32:46.920-05:00Free Ride<span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">I am humbled by my King and how he loves me. Nick and I have been having some stressful times lately. Law school, finances, and anything else you can think of! Nothing our God can not handle!! We have been truly blessed by His provisions and love for us. A couple of weeks ago I felt God was preparing me for something. Something? Anything! My prayer time was very simple, "I'm listening?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">It was not till later when I went to my M.O.M.S. group at church and was blessed by one of the older women's testimonies. She used the verse Phil. 4:6 & 7; <em>"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything , by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your request to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." </em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">I have been praying this verse constantly. It has been comfort in my time of freaking out. When He is in control, His peace is overwhelming. I know and believe that He does work all things for good for those who love Him. There is a light at the end of this tunnel. I can see it! It is very far away and I am tired. But I no longer have to walk. I never had to walk! </span>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-62325733515066156272008-08-08T19:50:00.005-04:002008-08-10T06:03:18.973-04:00The fixer!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcRMVahW0WdI8kMXX1p6bf1aWCFT_wEc6C99fYNdB0IJRyUSJrH6pTdNgkShnW45Jb0jdm_oL6m7RcE1ZB7k5qOey47JdLo8EGm9EQfk_b74wIsEfHGehNDQkr39u1UAsDCdUQKivvMnQ/s1600-h/Savennah+and+Easter+2008+170.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232300491412398690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcRMVahW0WdI8kMXX1p6bf1aWCFT_wEc6C99fYNdB0IJRyUSJrH6pTdNgkShnW45Jb0jdm_oL6m7RcE1ZB7k5qOey47JdLo8EGm9EQfk_b74wIsEfHGehNDQkr39u1UAsDCdUQKivvMnQ/s320/Savennah+and+Easter+2008+170.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">This is Nick. He can fix any problem. He is a wiz at com-</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">municating with others. Emailing is his strong suit. If you are looking for a few sleepless nights and a good headache, call him to mediate your next problem. He is NEVER wrong! You can't miss! </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">This is written in fun. Love you much Nick.</span>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-84354004905320611982008-07-27T10:40:00.005-04:002008-12-10T15:08:48.585-05:00Two of a Kind<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KLApO9eyp5RgeyK2JqE00SFdzA3zHNy6fS2Sgqb-hkVS-UrCABX_NbepUfV3dryOkg52p-DdUn-dVoS692L14dZQ-c2bzsw28icsBJJxv_7MBY2V3vXlYuyxwvHXRFE1Vo90SBlmMpA/s1600-h/Caterpillars+and+baby+gators+044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227710054782642514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KLApO9eyp5RgeyK2JqE00SFdzA3zHNy6fS2Sgqb-hkVS-UrCABX_NbepUfV3dryOkg52p-DdUn-dVoS692L14dZQ-c2bzsw28icsBJJxv_7MBY2V3vXlYuyxwvHXRFE1Vo90SBlmMpA/s320/Caterpillars+and+baby+gators+044.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqocg0qpULsLLu-1Ljnv3C99w17kKuInMiEaP_tZDPTTvOSe51SQCeAZTb7U447wsTuMg9TmnVak-0dLTEGdSNVlN5D-ZnQU-P6-gL0sUppXJVLefCkEX035qO4g0JdtGOhF_R6CuwvM/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227704218886058770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="277" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqocg0qpULsLLu-1Ljnv3C99w17kKuInMiEaP_tZDPTTvOSe51SQCeAZTb7U447wsTuMg9TmnVak-0dLTEGdSNVlN5D-ZnQU-P6-gL0sUppXJVLefCkEX035qO4g0JdtGOhF_R6CuwvM/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" width="339" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"><strong>I never realized how much Connor and I looked alike. He thinks this picture is him! Now I know where he gets his good looks. </strong></span></div></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-48543577779580525372008-07-19T06:39:00.010-04:002008-12-10T15:08:48.797-05:00A Diet Coke and a First Impression<span style="color:#cc0000;">The power of a of Diet Coke is great. Yesterday, I decided to wait and get my daily Diet Coke of the way to basketball camp at noon. I have done that before and have been fine. I can usually feel my headache starting. Due to the lack of caffeine in my body. But having one with my lunch will hold off the headache. Not the case yesterday!! I met with a fellow mom in our co-op to do a little timeline planning. Not a heavy task, so I thought. By the time I had arrived at her house (12:15) I could hardly stand to keep my eyes open. I knew at this point it was only going to get worse. By the time we were in deep conversation about timelines I could feel my stomach turning. Let me set the stage.... I knew this mom, Kelly, only in passing at co-op. We will be working together this coming year for the first time. My idea of getting to know her is not vomiting at her home. But, apparently that is what I was about to do. I excused myself to take Connor potty and to take care of some business. After a good tossing of the cookies I usually feel better and did so for about an hour. Then it happened again. After the tossing of the cookies the second time I excused myself. (2:00) I stopped to get something to eat and for a Diet Coke. Since I lost the other one! Picked Kaylin up and went to my mommy's house to take a nap! Yes my MOMMY'S house!!! Can you believe that I woke up this morning with the same little headache. It is going to be a long day!!!! </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvcA2bZFWH63mkqtiDNw0RogPBWrC3-IF4fCWsVRbYq0SH_YTn-5lm9H7laM3HyA1RelJjN5pUHr8TTdZKIuoMdzAwMMtW9nncWstQoQO5aClh1j-hu0ZqgnNoxRG1msr1iyFo9FNFPM/s1600-h/diet+coke.jpg"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224680018743678978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvcA2bZFWH63mkqtiDNw0RogPBWrC3-IF4fCWsVRbYq0SH_YTn-5lm9H7laM3HyA1RelJjN5pUHr8TTdZKIuoMdzAwMMtW9nncWstQoQO5aClh1j-hu0ZqgnNoxRG1msr1iyFo9FNFPM/s320/diet+coke.jpg" width="177" border="0" /></span></a><br /><div><a title="Diet Coke" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trentpurdy/2044523285/"></a><a title="Diet Coke" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trentpurdy/2044523285/"></a></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-72622644877555924112008-07-18T06:55:00.006-04:002008-12-10T15:08:49.024-05:00The Peaceful Waterfront<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZddsqkxK7lpgFBcGq_ZfGIPuK_CgjprhvzDxSAbxpDn77-5Y22rW5G0sF89RSzJPO-ph8reoBvnptnX4FofTXI3lxIIa1kb0bnjTNmkOBc8suuqb8ye33COUUYK2kuq1nx2Gmrhb82M/s1600-h/summer+2008+221.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224306585746415410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZddsqkxK7lpgFBcGq_ZfGIPuK_CgjprhvzDxSAbxpDn77-5Y22rW5G0sF89RSzJPO-ph8reoBvnptnX4FofTXI3lxIIa1kb0bnjTNmkOBc8suuqb8ye33COUUYK2kuq1nx2Gmrhb82M/s320/summer+2008+221.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I love this picture. It was taken on one of our many adventures out to our friends the Glasses'. We were at the end of the dock looking for gators when I saw the sun stretching through the clouds. It was a amazing to stand in the presence of our Creator and all His details. You do not notice the power of creation until you stop and nothing else is important. I was no longer nervous of anyone falling into the lake with the gators. (it was at the end of the dock) I was the only one left on the dock. Sam (my BFF) had taken the kids back up to the house. She knew I could stand out there forever! (hunting for gators) </div><div></div><div>My life is in need of a peaceful waterfront. My plate is very full trying to plan for co-op and getting ready for homeschooling three kids this coming school year. I am very nervous and as I type this I feel a lump in my throat. I have been placed here for a reason. Father, remind me again what it is? Oh yeah, my four little blessings. In each their own way bring a little bit of laughter, smiles, tears and anger all in one brief moment. It is never boring around here! </div><div>For the few minutes I was on the end of that dock in complete amazement. I was being refreshed and loved on by my Heavenly Father. This pictures reminds me that he is with me every moment of everyday. I am not alone. When I am in need, he is my peaceful waterfront. </div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-43093567785499437702008-04-14T21:05:00.009-04:002008-12-10T15:08:50.539-05:00Gators, Turkey, and Deer Oh My!These are a few pictures from our sleep over at the Glass family homestead. They live on Florida preservation land in which Steve is the head biologist. The kids and I had a great time!! I love the pictures so much, even though it was over a month ago I had to share them!<br />Thanks Krista for having us out. I cannot wait to do it again!<br /><br />We saw gators, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">turkey</span>, deer, rabbits, and did I mention gators? When I walked on the dock I could see some and hear some. The ones I saw did not concern me. The one I could hear (very close) but could not see was a little freaky!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbJGE23uDhaVlWx6Zc1CjyNFMgzw3urqB8Htdj3390xDVXR60sRA6mLlYUdN3BigA_3dDWO9Xzdspms6zUuJvuRUNYXWqeZ4iuOCeOHOxURW2oJax2eFIyIEAJJlV7RNkNty6UgmskJI/s1600-h/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+144.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189282578296589554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbJGE23uDhaVlWx6Zc1CjyNFMgzw3urqB8Htdj3390xDVXR60sRA6mLlYUdN3BigA_3dDWO9Xzdspms6zUuJvuRUNYXWqeZ4iuOCeOHOxURW2oJax2eFIyIEAJJlV7RNkNty6UgmskJI/s320/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+144.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqbFZjVWEUpMiTEj7Q6eyia-hd6s_qRjDyEOGW8P0d-P-VMoUo793AvjNYOcPPALbLMhiDZWSwOq1n733LNav2AXDUX10UMKROKLiucCkKY9rvzrTHq-eRte8BA2IsnYRyIPu1oeIIxk/s1600-h/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+151.JPG"></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kaylin</span> and Allison Glass <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">BFF</span>!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlZSJwQpQszQXgw1une90LUb2jfvrHtTrtpxdnhhDfX5einkOablek9YH5bUeVhONEQEPK1aRsGVXitrNTQGUPoRWQ0KaMukWwJLT75n8ZiC_Uq97odd2ZpDuMrMwMr1Crfsj0BB01HM/s1600-h/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+182.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189282591181491474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlZSJwQpQszQXgw1une90LUb2jfvrHtTrtpxdnhhDfX5einkOablek9YH5bUeVhONEQEPK1aRsGVXitrNTQGUPoRWQ0KaMukWwJLT75n8ZiC_Uq97odd2ZpDuMrMwMr1Crfsj0BB01HM/s320/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+182.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It is not easy to ride a bike in the grass. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kamryn</span> was determined!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4aH_ruyxaNI22RPc8D7uZtwsgwJzLFFrDqkjUjNQlWN8dKf6mCz0t9WSqevGqBWC1iwhNS3PkKpS0dlUbuhSs2bER9KXUq9scUjlI7AyoevP5vjB753Cphmza6aFlpPrAsOZLqBEBqrE/s1600-h/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+147.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189282586886524162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4aH_ruyxaNI22RPc8D7uZtwsgwJzLFFrDqkjUjNQlWN8dKf6mCz0t9WSqevGqBWC1iwhNS3PkKpS0dlUbuhSs2bER9KXUq9scUjlI7AyoevP5vjB753Cphmza6aFlpPrAsOZLqBEBqrE/s320/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+147.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />"One little monkey swinging in the tree. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Teasin</span>' Mr. Crocodile, you can't catch me"<br />Connor Reid so darn cute. Yum!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgADIfMcGxsNJ2-wH9y_vrxUm9tep1gfz2ORwIzLjveSrJcPWck29XZtO5q-vJ3OiPCdBSEXK5xa2-zopYuIMkFk_dO3si6ZYwO2COsXUk-AjWP5Erzk47p2DHsZ2MFusRBxUYQmnliq7w/s1600-h/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189282595476458786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgADIfMcGxsNJ2-wH9y_vrxUm9tep1gfz2ORwIzLjveSrJcPWck29XZtO5q-vJ3OiPCdBSEXK5xa2-zopYuIMkFk_dO3si6ZYwO2COsXUk-AjWP5Erzk47p2DHsZ2MFusRBxUYQmnliq7w/s320/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+137.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Cole is just as cool as the gators!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfON9rUR4XW1QmmT_3yav2JE0180zenxhsBUnDJDLbe2oA-C1QQIP0yjEHsUEhshl3Ua5oM21b-0xKCwA4dZyX6AkQRQpR9M6HwdmcOb-qk7oqn4npk97l6pZedCjl4bH-5w1VCa5JAIQ/s1600-h/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+185.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189282604066393394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfON9rUR4XW1QmmT_3yav2JE0180zenxhsBUnDJDLbe2oA-C1QQIP0yjEHsUEhshl3Ua5oM21b-0xKCwA4dZyX6AkQRQpR9M6HwdmcOb-qk7oqn4npk97l6pZedCjl4bH-5w1VCa5JAIQ/s320/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+185.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Turkey Tracks<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqbFZjVWEUpMiTEj7Q6eyia-hd6s_qRjDyEOGW8P0d-P-VMoUo793AvjNYOcPPALbLMhiDZWSwOq1n733LNav2AXDUX10UMKROKLiucCkKY9rvzrTHq-eRte8BA2IsnYRyIPu1oeIIxk/s1600-h/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+151.JPG"></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnJnNExHTSE54m-B1BCsVmsTbmLIstkLHus5622tQiD4wGBW6tx6j7KLUPrm4mXMDAW9ofMWgqQCwC3vb_5NYNUoKccriLqN83CMqp2XAph3rTvcKdcbimxh2fvyhR0OkyrfpJ3Yn3PE/s1600-h/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+126.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189272931800042674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQnJnNExHTSE54m-B1BCsVmsTbmLIstkLHus5622tQiD4wGBW6tx6j7KLUPrm4mXMDAW9ofMWgqQCwC3vb_5NYNUoKccriLqN83CMqp2XAph3rTvcKdcbimxh2fvyhR0OkyrfpJ3Yn3PE/s320/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+126.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p>My favorite subject.</p><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqbFZjVWEUpMiTEj7Q6eyia-hd6s_qRjDyEOGW8P0d-P-VMoUo793AvjNYOcPPALbLMhiDZWSwOq1n733LNav2AXDUX10UMKROKLiucCkKY9rvzrTHq-eRte8BA2IsnYRyIPu1oeIIxk/s1600-h/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+151.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189279142322752738" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" height="319" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqbFZjVWEUpMiTEj7Q6eyia-hd6s_qRjDyEOGW8P0d-P-VMoUo793AvjNYOcPPALbLMhiDZWSwOq1n733LNav2AXDUX10UMKROKLiucCkKY9rvzrTHq-eRte8BA2IsnYRyIPu1oeIIxk/s320/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+151.JPG" width="188" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am only <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ten</span> feet away! Eat your heart out Barry Barr!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHF5-gE7iQD-2Khlazcm6y5bvhPhpZg5qsvzy17tKSc5GVIXcMZoGHdj2sd1E9hllrJhPJjb9m7N5najQqyarDF3mDpjwwxXFtK2eIr7XboOi71dSkut6ALI6FxYAuT_BbivqzYIhouw/s1600-h/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+189.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHF5-gE7iQD-2Khlazcm6y5bvhPhpZg5qsvzy17tKSc5GVIXcMZoGHdj2sd1E9hllrJhPJjb9m7N5najQqyarDF3mDpjwwxXFtK2eIr7XboOi71dSkut6ALI6FxYAuT_BbivqzYIhouw/s1600-h/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+189.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHF5-gE7iQD-2Khlazcm6y5bvhPhpZg5qsvzy17tKSc5GVIXcMZoGHdj2sd1E9hllrJhPJjb9m7N5najQqyarDF3mDpjwwxXFtK2eIr7XboOi71dSkut6ALI6FxYAuT_BbivqzYIhouw/s1600-h/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+189.JPG"></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHF5-gE7iQD-2Khlazcm6y5bvhPhpZg5qsvzy17tKSc5GVIXcMZoGHdj2sd1E9hllrJhPJjb9m7N5najQqyarDF3mDpjwwxXFtK2eIr7XboOi71dSkut6ALI6FxYAuT_BbivqzYIhouw/s1600-h/NASA+and+The+Glass%27s+house+189.JPG"></a></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-59785461940784462382008-02-22T09:43:00.005-05:002008-12-10T15:08:50.702-05:00Who Has Time to Blog?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisC62LOhz8VDEWmfr2lcS8MOJ2es0FEzQUfoUZpUsf8ZdOIR4te3Wj3fp4TKTT7HenqV22yzsgi6YRP7gInYfUEur51VemjYrgd7GMSNsmvvynrXkcyA1kqDm-8RQzWDobGisFJAD-ZDI/s1600-h/messy+room+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169820047849762402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="165" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisC62LOhz8VDEWmfr2lcS8MOJ2es0FEzQUfoUZpUsf8ZdOIR4te3Wj3fp4TKTT7HenqV22yzsgi6YRP7gInYfUEur51VemjYrgd7GMSNsmvvynrXkcyA1kqDm-8RQzWDobGisFJAD-ZDI/s320/messy+room+003.JPG" width="286" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#6666cc;">My sister has asked where I have been. Why am I not blogging? Who has time to blog as much as she does. It is an obsession, Kim. You need help!</span></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#6666cc;">To blog would mean I would have to venture into our very messy school room. It is not a relaxing room! I know that is where I am now. Help!! </span><span style="color:#6600cc;">Will someone come and clean my house?!? </span></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-1360098018336353142008-01-29T19:45:00.000-05:002008-12-10T15:08:51.876-05:00Dear Kaylin,<p align="justify"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kaylin</span> Nichole</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">A beautiful young lady. </span></p><p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXZSFcEmz7D6DjRReCv3ZAbGAhjzcnrTwc5zUOiHb-Re2DyVJYCO7VOWiSqEtcNFiLeumRZ8kSHXrt2J5Qsfp4YtS16FPcdgsU9BFdnoiH7-RflTpW8SI0n8ccEJHz7Ekqt01wnmOeIJM/s1600-h/326.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161065988937011170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXZSFcEmz7D6DjRReCv3ZAbGAhjzcnrTwc5zUOiHb-Re2DyVJYCO7VOWiSqEtcNFiLeumRZ8kSHXrt2J5Qsfp4YtS16FPcdgsU9BFdnoiH7-RflTpW8SI0n8ccEJHz7Ekqt01wnmOeIJM/s320/326.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;">I love that smile!</span> </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Dear <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kaylin</span> Nichole...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">You can bring a smile to our face or a tear to our eyes.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">We love you in every <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tweenie</span> mood you are in.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">We are very proud of you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">You love to be challenged.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">Remember...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">everyday is a fresh start.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">God has a plan for you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">Be still and listen.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">He will guide your path.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkrwt2QqDLKmZGfkVNYZN5bXCq-x_UsRY4CfaE53GC7hc5fBGjGUZ-gebcm7Y6KnCjWkqtbxEgNHfmnYYyT_a72sYlMU8j2wT_EC9FYIr7Rw5age27ZCzca1uTthR4NPimSg-slO-5Pd0/s1600-h/327.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161065460656033746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkrwt2QqDLKmZGfkVNYZN5bXCq-x_UsRY4CfaE53GC7hc5fBGjGUZ-gebcm7Y6KnCjWkqtbxEgNHfmnYYyT_a72sYlMU8j2wT_EC9FYIr7Rw5age27ZCzca1uTthR4NPimSg-slO-5Pd0/s320/327.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#666666;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Did she see that coming?</span></span></strong></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">We love you very much!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">Mom and Dad</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></p><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-54544194556967293962008-01-29T03:33:00.000-05:002008-12-10T15:08:52.409-05:00Are we going to the Monster trucks now?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000066;">The big question on Saturday was "Are we going to the monster trucks now?" This question was asked by both Cole (4) and Connor (2). They both have no concept of time. So my answer was never satisfying. "We are leaving <strong>after</strong> we eat and that is <strong>after</strong> Sissy's basketball game." "Mmmooommmmm," a frustrated little voice would reply. When the time was finally here </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrQyguivHoC-sNu4XBDMOVFw2t5_g7EtJ-Z-reNxmTORnuvS3EIlzI2LLoOWtP6F61mLdk5rlEo7ErrUwHX1PtoP0IMHy6-mBlgegeC9LudqdRq4wWi_UFyWmE4YKC3eHdSgeyLMIWxz0/s1600-h/Monster+Jam+08+076.JPG"><span style="color:#000066;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160815523624177570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrQyguivHoC-sNu4XBDMOVFw2t5_g7EtJ-Z-reNxmTORnuvS3EIlzI2LLoOWtP6F61mLdk5rlEo7ErrUwHX1PtoP0IMHy6-mBlgegeC9LudqdRq4wWi_UFyWmE4YKC3eHdSgeyLMIWxz0/s320/Monster+Jam+08+076.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000066;">they were both very excited and showered us with every parents favorite question. "Are we there yet?" All the way to the Citrus Bowl. From St. Cloud that would be about a 40 minute drive. By the time we got there they could hardly contain themselves. I believe there was giddy laughter, a little hopping like a kangaroo, and very big smiles. We walked our 3 blocks to the Citrus Bowl in the heart of a <strong>really </strong>bad area of Orlando. Thank goodness OPD was on every corner for the event. It was about 5:00 and the show does not start until 7:30. We had a little wait on our hands. The boys did great! Their eyes were wide open and taking every bit of the experience in. There were ATV races, </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_R_pJtH-rIm9J6jqcCNbJ6Zhzo3AIuAxD3JmP-vTU9HpfEE6iV_wdXPNdXWg2BdzG-b_YBsSGs0OZREnsV6uLWnIKI6nVuWRqSRI-tkDnxZFF62KOgr3EieioAX7TLKPhjPv3wjEKvU/s1600-h/Monster+Jam+08+078.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160827008366727090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="142" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_R_pJtH-rIm9J6jqcCNbJ6Zhzo3AIuAxD3JmP-vTU9HpfEE6iV_wdXPNdXWg2BdzG-b_YBsSGs0OZREnsV6uLWnIKI6nVuWRqSRI-tkDnxZFF62KOgr3EieioAX7TLKPhjPv3wjEKvU/s200/Monster+Jam+08+078.JPG" width="200" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">demolition derby cars and finally the monster trucks. Ten minutes into the show Cole said, "Is that it?" What does he mean is that it? No, there is more, much more! But for Cole that was it. He saw the monster trucks and it was time to go. He was hungry! Nick's reply, "No way! We are staying to the very end!" Cole asked several more times and gently reminded us that he was very hungry. (peanut butter crackers did not cut it) At the end of the racing event Connor was a sleep and Cole was almost in tears. It was time to go! It was only half time and the best was yet to come! Freestyle! That is the part I miss every time. The kids never make it past the racing. We made the trek back to the van and drove home. Cole fell asleep and never did get the McD's he had planned for the past 2 hours. We were home and in bed by 10:30. That sounds so much better than the 1:00 AM time our friends made it home. Great memories!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfMO9xHkHi9EIxZyxSq_grTTIuqPpTlGmyCj5v14fi378Cip2EOmIDXfSM6RYO5erhwcJNtyNgjIg16IZwAvfMl_XJa25q7g4GkijXMxQc2tp0_uBbKsghNT-ygZG4Ej9umlFslVGrzAs/s1600-h/Monster+Jam+08+047.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160828309741817794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfMO9xHkHi9EIxZyxSq_grTTIuqPpTlGmyCj5v14fi378Cip2EOmIDXfSM6RYO5erhwcJNtyNgjIg16IZwAvfMl_XJa25q7g4GkijXMxQc2tp0_uBbKsghNT-ygZG4Ej9umlFslVGrzAs/s320/Monster+Jam+08+047.JPG" border="0" /></span></a></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Before the hunger pains!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Top Left: El Toro Loco winner of the racing event.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Middle right: Monster Mutt one of the many favorites of the boys.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfMO9xHkHi9EIxZyxSq_grTTIuqPpTlGmyCj5v14fi378Cip2EOmIDXfSM6RYO5erhwcJNtyNgjIg16IZwAvfMl_XJa25q7g4GkijXMxQc2tp0_uBbKsghNT-ygZG4Ej9umlFslVGrzAs/s1600-h/Monster+Jam+08+047.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"></span></a></p><span style="color:#000066;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-663151559151699962008-01-27T07:20:00.000-05:002008-12-10T15:08:52.603-05:00This is Kamryn...<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih_VGhlBa0inOWCnod2_PCRotBHqIBgxgQHAGi77Ih6vivPvaE_O_tkBJsmm4jrNePMVE0jz_iTs3cRZuxxZnmisaUJ5zTw5_B4_TD16bZ5_amiosbsiCIoNtBLtUp-_bkSPDJY3ulB48/s1600-h/353.JPG"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160130540764974994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih_VGhlBa0inOWCnod2_PCRotBHqIBgxgQHAGi77Ih6vivPvaE_O_tkBJsmm4jrNePMVE0jz_iTs3cRZuxxZnmisaUJ5zTw5_B4_TD16bZ5_amiosbsiCIoNtBLtUp-_bkSPDJY3ulB48/s320/353.JPG" border="0" /></strong></em></span></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em><strong> <span style="color:#993399;">This is Kamryn Brooke.</span></strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em><strong>Today we celebrate her seventh birthday.</strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em><strong>She is God's girl.</strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em><strong>Her favorite things are jewelery, purses, and being fancy.</strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em><strong>High School Musical is the birthday theme this year.</strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em><strong>We are having seven of her very best friends over to celebrate.</strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em><strong>Her favorite things to do our gymnastics, using her imagination and playing with friends.</strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em><strong>She is filled with spunk and character!</strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">And always greets you with the biggest smile.</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em><strong>Happy birthday baby girl.</strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em><strong>We love you so much!!</strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em><strong>Love, Mom, Dad, Kaylin, Cole, and Connor</strong></em></span></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"></span></em></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264047415723715346.post-83629048328027635162008-01-26T07:13:00.000-05:002008-12-10T15:08:53.401-05:00Are you ready for Monster Jam?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc79R9Ck_A1FSTFfDdOKw_3uSW6s1tHXJr-PEaFIoNv_25w6ndPhxQsxwdytSecUdW5XAehbovE6ImHF5MmkOyh2KkmO08DrBrMvG5r1JY5xVLEj3nZLz1SQshXiHTr7wGmiW1SqtmdpA/s1600-h/January+08+123.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159762681111039618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc79R9Ck_A1FSTFfDdOKw_3uSW6s1tHXJr-PEaFIoNv_25w6ndPhxQsxwdytSecUdW5XAehbovE6ImHF5MmkOyh2KkmO08DrBrMvG5r1JY5xVLEj3nZLz1SQshXiHTr7wGmiW1SqtmdpA/s320/January+08+123.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>(Now when you read the title, make sure you use your best arena announcer voice.)</strong></span></em></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tonight is the BIG night. Monster Jam! The boys are very excited! Nick and I are excited too! All the greats will be there Avenger, Grave Digger and my personal favorite Cowboy. Yes, I do have a favorite monster truck. Who doesn't? </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yesterday we stopped at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">DQ</span> to check out "Out of Control." While we were there we ate lunch and of course had an ice cream. Can you go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">DQ</span> without getting an ice cream? I don't think so! Of course we ran into Cole's little friend Garrett. Who is a BIG fan like Cole. He will be sitting in the stands along side his family and are other Monster truck friends <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Caden</span> and Lane with their mom and dad. So tonight when it is cold and you are in you nice warm bed, think about us having a great time with all the other rednecks in Central Florida at Monster Jam!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong><em>You might be a redneck if...</em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong><em>you are excited about Monster Jam</em></strong></span></div>Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547357011640344085noreply@blogger.com7