<?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-5585684771941046469</id><updated>2011-08-01T17:45:47.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR JOURNEY</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is like riding a bicycle-
You don't fall off unless you stop pedalling!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-4942913190564604218</id><published>2010-06-23T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:59:00.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano-more than music lessons</title><content type='html'>We have the best piano teacher ever!!! She and I have been struggling and coming up with creative ways to make piano/music lesson fun and enjoyable and more importantly that they will have a desire to practice daily.I want to give my children the gift of music, whether they are talented or not. I think it helps round their education and growing up. I think you learn so much more than just music notes. Today proved my point. &lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival, our teacher asked all of us for a "team" meeting. She asked if each of us wanted to be a part of the team, I said yes the kids said no. Then she pulled out two, one-dollars bills. (Now they decided to be team members). Told the kids it was a gift from her and asked them what they could buy with it. Then she dumps 140 one-dollars bills on the floor. Asked them if they would like this each month for a gift? What do you think they said?! OF COURSE! Wide-eyed and giddy they went through the countless things they could do with $140.00 (in ones). By this point, I'm starting to catch one. Piano lessons cost $140.00 a month for the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;She then preceded to tell them that they are getting a gift of the said amount. And they are getting it each month. HUH? is all they could come up with. I am dead silent this whole time. &lt;br /&gt;Continuing on, she stated that we are a team. Each person has a responsibility. She stated hers, I stated mine and the kids, kept their heads low and tail tucked between their legs. They understood that there part was to practice daily and we are to have a smile and do our best to have fun. Sammie, not controlling herself, says,"Well, I think we are just wasting a bunch of time here. I'm all ready to go for my lesson." The teacher and I nearly fell off our seats. That girl is just something else. She was told that we aren't wasting time and that we are establishing our responsibilities."Do you know what yours is?"  The thing is they love her, and they love going to her house for lessons. They openly admitted that they didn't want to quit. What they didn't know was how much it cost and how long of a waiting list she has for other students. She was going to quit on them if they didn't do their part. So, from now on, I think I will have them pay her the $140-ones. It seemed to hit home for them. Thank heavens for other teachers in my children's lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-4942913190564604218?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/4942913190564604218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=4942913190564604218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/4942913190564604218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/4942913190564604218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2010/06/piano-more-than-music-lessons.html' title='Piano-more than music lessons'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-8969158598949640540</id><published>2010-05-30T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:40:20.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new vacation HOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/TAMhLja_LUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LnknoiBbXK4/s1600/DSCN0406%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/TAMhLja_LUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LnknoiBbXK4/s320/DSCN0406%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477258054183365954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/TAMhLE7kCUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/OT4bbZ4KXHU/s1600/DSCN0404%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/TAMhLE7kCUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/OT4bbZ4KXHU/s320/DSCN0404%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477258045998500162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did it. He found a way to get what he wanted.(He always does. He just has to look at me with that cute way of his and I melt. Your very welcome Jeremy). We are going to have a blast!!!! The kids are estatic. Here we come Destin, FL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-8969158598949640540?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/8969158598949640540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=8969158598949640540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8969158598949640540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8969158598949640540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-new-vacation-home.html' title='Our new vacation HOME!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/TAMhLja_LUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LnknoiBbXK4/s72-c/DSCN0406%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-9028400040134461510</id><published>2010-05-30T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:20:26.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/TAMawfhPJqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8ht7uHCnDtw/s1600/DSCN0371%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/TAMawfhPJqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8ht7uHCnDtw/s320/DSCN0371%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477250992209602210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once sent me a card saying,"Sometimes all I need is your friendship, and sometimes I just need pie!" So for all you pie lovers, here is a delicious and very easy strawberry pie recipe.&lt;br /&gt;For the crust: &lt;br /&gt;   3 Tbsp milk&lt;br /&gt;   2/3 c. oil&lt;br /&gt;   2 c. sifted flour&lt;br /&gt;   2 tsp. sugar&lt;br /&gt;   1 1/4 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;For the pie filling:&lt;br /&gt;   1 1/2 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;    1/4 c. cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;   1 1/2 c. water&lt;br /&gt;   1 3oz. package of strawberry gelatin&lt;br /&gt;    fresh strawberries, sliced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the crust: Beat milk and oil until cloudy; set aside. Mix dry ingredients. Then mix with milk and oil using mixer until crumbly.(I did this with a pastry blender).  Push into place in pie plate (use your hands!). Bake @400 degrees for 8-10 minutes (10 worked best for me). Set aside and COMPLETLY cool before filling with strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;To make the pie filling: Mix sugar, cornstarch and water in saucepan (then put it on the stove) and boil until transparent.(I only stirred it just a little). Add package of strawberry gelatin and boil until dissolved. Slice fresh strawberries and fill cooled crust. (You really do want to slice the strawberries. I tried them whole it just wasn't the same. You end up with big bites that are difficult and messy to eat and air bubbles). After the strawberry gelatin has cooled (maybe 10-15 minutes), pour over strawberries and let set at least 2 hours in refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;Recipe from Jr.League of Ogden(My mom gave me this cookbook.I absolutely love it!)&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how it turns out for you. (Esp. my sis, Maria)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-9028400040134461510?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/9028400040134461510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=9028400040134461510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/9028400040134461510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/9028400040134461510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2010/05/strawberry-pie.html' title='Strawberry Pie'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/TAMawfhPJqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8ht7uHCnDtw/s72-c/DSCN0371%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-5566672478691265987</id><published>2010-03-28T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:20:13.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Ballerina</title><content type='html'>Samantha has been taking ballet and she just recently had a recital. I discovered while watching her perform, this is the one thing that will calm her down and keep her focused. Usually she is bouncing off the walls and not paying attention. She did an incredible job and looked so beautiful. Jeremy was running late and I had told him not to bother getting her any flowers. Immediatly after hanging up, Samantha came running to me from her place up front. Her exact words,"I hope Daddy brings me some flowers. Because that's what you get when you perform." Oops. I had to call him back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S6_F9KGjVzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ObBY7EmB32k/s1600/DSCN0147%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S6_F9KGjVzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ObBY7EmB32k/s320/DSCN0147%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453795328243488562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S6_Fq_lfUCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/apLbodjOvis/s1600/DSCN0149%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S6_Fq_lfUCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/apLbodjOvis/s320/DSCN0149%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453795016182812706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S6_FqiVkcXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jbM0kY93En4/s1600/DSCN0148%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S6_FqiVkcXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jbM0kY93En4/s320/DSCN0148%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453795008331411826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S6_HzuYLFpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/lLKPwsn8opU/s1600/DSCN0159%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S6_HzuYLFpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/lLKPwsn8opU/s320/DSCN0159%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453797365205636754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-5566672478691265987?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/5566672478691265987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=5566672478691265987' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/5566672478691265987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/5566672478691265987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-little-ballerina.html' title='Our Little Ballerina'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S6_F9KGjVzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ObBY7EmB32k/s72-c/DSCN0147%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-8542655701528402082</id><published>2010-02-28T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:27:04.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Febuary in a snapshot!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r7ptCi7lI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xPkviNkjEgc/s1600-h/DSCN0128%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r6f6qCo8I/AAAAAAAAATc/x_16PL82m9A/s400/DSCN0096%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443438525859144642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-8542655701528402082?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/8542655701528402082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=8542655701528402082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8542655701528402082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8542655701528402082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2010/02/febuary-in-snapshot.html' title='Febuary in a snapshot!!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r7ptCi7lI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xPkviNkjEgc/s72-c/DSCN0128%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-6716119634957903627</id><published>2010-02-28T15:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:15:31.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J's new project!!!</title><content type='html'>After spending 16 years as a lawn ornament, "Mater" has been rescued to my yard and is a current eye sore. This 1954 Ford plans to be brought back to life by none other, my husband. It took 5 attempts to bring it over, the darn thing was stubborn. It just wanted to stay. How long do you think it will take before it becomes a lawn ornement in my yard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r3B-k4beI/AAAAAAAAATM/xV64EZEkuAM/s1600-h/DSCN0055%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r3B-k4beI/AAAAAAAAATM/xV64EZEkuAM/s400/DSCN0055%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443434712980286946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r3BbF0PjI/AAAAAAAAATE/adUCpB8uQ9E/s1600-h/DSCN0048%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r3BbF0PjI/AAAAAAAAATE/adUCpB8uQ9E/s400/DSCN0048%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443434703454748210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r3BIXbmtI/AAAAAAAAAS8/9Myl1zbW6Y8/s1600-h/DSCN0053%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r3BIXbmtI/AAAAAAAAAS8/9Myl1zbW6Y8/s400/DSCN0053%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443434698428357330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r2Mf4ft6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Z0oIXDs7pAw/s1600-h/DSCN0052%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r2Mf4ft6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Z0oIXDs7pAw/s400/DSCN0052%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443433794207987618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r3CEJucPI/AAAAAAAAATU/JRizp-d3YOM/s1600-h/DSCN0117%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r3CEJucPI/AAAAAAAAATU/JRizp-d3YOM/s400/DSCN0117%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443434714476998898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-6716119634957903627?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/6716119634957903627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=6716119634957903627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6716119634957903627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6716119634957903627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2010/02/js-new-project.html' title='J&apos;s new project!!!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S4r3B-k4beI/AAAAAAAAATM/xV64EZEkuAM/s72-c/DSCN0055%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-4184718095001687471</id><published>2010-01-08T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:18:46.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Independant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S0ehGieepHI/AAAAAAAAASc/5QltneSr69w/s1600-h/DSCN0056%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S0ehGieepHI/AAAAAAAAASc/5QltneSr69w/s400/DSCN0056%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424481409896981618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S0ehGGRuL4I/AAAAAAAAASU/ZZMB11TynjY/s1600-h/DSCN0057%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S0ehGGRuL4I/AAAAAAAAASU/ZZMB11TynjY/s400/DSCN0057%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424481402327281538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! She had to do it all by herself! No one was allowed to help. By the way, it's oatmeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-4184718095001687471?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/4184718095001687471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=4184718095001687471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/4184718095001687471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/4184718095001687471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-miss-independant.html' title='Little Miss Independant'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S0ehGieepHI/AAAAAAAAASc/5QltneSr69w/s72-c/DSCN0056%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-6069844415719651200</id><published>2010-01-05T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:55:25.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I really do that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S0N9AA9f53I/AAAAAAAAASM/h54jJEAKq3M/s1600-h/screaminglady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S0N9AA9f53I/AAAAAAAAASM/h54jJEAKq3M/s200/screaminglady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423315815495624562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is my 34th birthday and all I can think about is what a dumb thing I did yesterday after school. I pulled in as usual and the kids were glued to the DVD (gotta love Barbie Diamond Castle). So I left them in the Toyota, finishing the last few minutes, while I put all the garbage to the curb.  Anywhere from 5 to 8 minutes later, I'm walking up the driveway when all of sudden the Toyota starts moving forward and doesn't stop! My mind is boggled that the car is even moving. My first thought was Myles probably decided he was going to start driving. But how did he put it in drive? Besides, I noted all three kids were still buckled in, eyes glued to the TV screen. I'm thinkig all this as I run, jump in and put on the brakes. By then, the Toyota had "gently hit" the trailer in front of it. Still boggled at what just happened, I notice that I need to put it in park. I reverse back, put it in park and turn everything off (Much to the dismay of the kids watching Diamond Castle). I walk to the front bumper and sure enough, there is a long about 6 inch black scratch on my white car. Oh dear... I think I left the car in drive when I got out to take the garbage to the curb. Did I really just do that? How could anyone get out of their car and leave it in drive????????????? I think I just did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-6069844415719651200?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/6069844415719651200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=6069844415719651200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6069844415719651200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6069844415719651200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2010/01/did-i-really-do-that.html' title='Did I really do that?'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/S0N9AA9f53I/AAAAAAAAASM/h54jJEAKq3M/s72-c/screaminglady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-8697579039506212525</id><published>2010-01-02T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:51:11.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fancy Party!</title><content type='html'>Five years ago we stopped celebrating New Years Eve and started celebrating the birth of our daughter Samantha! I can't believe she is five! This year we decided to celebrate her birthday with Fancy Nancy. I think the pictures will show you just how fancy it was.By the way, I made the tutus. I actually had a lot of fun doing it. We had so much fun at her party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sz_FVa_zGwI/AAAAAAAAARs/zJ3mTbZ_-3g/s1600-h/01-2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sz_FVa_zGwI/AAAAAAAAARs/zJ3mTbZ_-3g/s400/01-2009+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422269448192203522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sz_FU9IGgXI/AAAAAAAAARk/i-kOwbEO2VU/s1600-h/01-2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sz_FU9IGgXI/AAAAAAAAARk/i-kOwbEO2VU/s400/01-2009+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422269440173965682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sz_FUDtbtEI/AAAAAAAAARU/tTxXAII2amo/s1600-h/01-2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sz_FUDtbtEI/AAAAAAAAARU/tTxXAII2amo/s400/01-2009+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422269424761287746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammie has really grown into such a big girl. She absolutely loves her pre-school class.   It's fun to see her trying to spell words and write letters to me. I have a feeling she'll pick up reading real quick. She is such a help around the house. She loves to help me with everything and I love her company. But why can't she try to keep her room clean??? Sam is truly a whirlwind of joy. Her bedroom matches just her personality. She loves to give talks in church and wants to be a friend to everyone. She loves her girlfriends and believes that you can't have enough of them. When I was younger, way before I had children, I had no idea the kind of joy and love a child brings to you. That's what Sam has been for us. We love hearing her sing, and she's excellent too. Her new favorite is Celine Dion. I can always find her somewhere in a corner with her dollies singing Brahm's lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;The best gift to all of us was seeing my Dad. He was driving through and had to pick up some trailers. It was fun to see him, meet his driving partner and his truck. The kids' favorite part was pulling the horn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sz_NsfyPqHI/AAAAAAAAASE/iPzRKv5wD7k/s1600-h/01-2009+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sz_NsfyPqHI/AAAAAAAAASE/iPzRKv5wD7k/s400/01-2009+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422278640707545202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-8697579039506212525?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/8697579039506212525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=8697579039506212525' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8697579039506212525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8697579039506212525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-fancy-party.html' title='One Fancy Party!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sz_FVa_zGwI/AAAAAAAAARs/zJ3mTbZ_-3g/s72-c/01-2009+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-7892314666545930194</id><published>2009-12-24T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:14:55.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SzPnptOuSWI/AAAAAAAAARM/tclh7sorXkY/s1600-h/11-28-2009+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SzPnptOuSWI/AAAAAAAAARM/tclh7sorXkY/s400/11-28-2009+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418929480358840674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our dear family and friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been tough with many, who could tell a sad tale,&lt;br /&gt;We hope our letter finds all y'all are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has had quite a year, just like many of you&lt;br /&gt;Several times we have thought, oh what will we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha, our princess, has shown us how to move along,&lt;br /&gt;Joyful skipping and dancing while singing a cheerful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myles, so wise and true, has taught us how to really pray,&lt;br /&gt;A love for God and heart-felt gratitude helps us on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn, our littlest one, reminds us of true happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Is found in snuggling together, ignoring the big fat mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our children are growing up so tall, Myles grows faster than a bean&lt;br /&gt;with Samantha on his heels and Evelyn somewhere in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gift to you this Christmas is not about the toys,&lt;br /&gt;The big fat turkey, nor big presents that make a lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truest joy comes from within as we allow our hearts to feel&lt;br /&gt;The love of God and Jesus Christ, for it can truly heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this Christmas Season b a wonderful tell to tale&lt;br /&gt;As the Spirit of Christ dwells in our homes, for all is truly well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-7892314666545930194?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/7892314666545930194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=7892314666545930194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/7892314666545930194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/7892314666545930194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-2009.html' title='Merry Christmas 2009!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SzPnptOuSWI/AAAAAAAAARM/tclh7sorXkY/s72-c/11-28-2009+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-176707672561626316</id><published>2009-12-14T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:57:32.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages#play/all/1/tXXwtFWpAI8"&gt;The Christmas S&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXXwtFWpAI8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXXwtFWpAI8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;pirit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-176707672561626316?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-5174365432906915908</id><published>2009-12-11T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:47:43.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awfully Good Pumpkin Waffles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SyLIlKUe0mI/AAAAAAAAARE/Y0M1Jf1Ie5M/s1600-h/waffles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SyLIlKUe0mI/AAAAAAAAARE/Y0M1Jf1Ie5M/s320/waffles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414110242803733090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next recipe is another family favorite. I usually make it around the holiday season between October and December. We chow down on these. If I want leftovers, I have to double it. While I was making them, I discovered my camera battery had died. So, you'll have to be a patient. I will make these again real soon and then you'll get the idea of how they turn out. As the Swiss would say, "En guete!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 c. whole wheat flour      2 Tbsp. brown sugar    1 Tbsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. cinnamon             1/2 tsp. salt          1/4 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. nutmeg             1/4 tsp. ginger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First mix these dry ingredients and set aside. In another bowl mix together the following wet ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-3/4 c. milk(I use buttermilk)     1 c. canned pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;2 egg yolks (save eggwhites)        3 Tbsp. melted butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add pumpkin mixture to flour mixture, stir until just combined. Batter will be lumpy.&lt;br /&gt;In a small bowl beat egg whites with an electric mixer on high speed until stiff peaks form (tips stand straight). Gently fold beaten egg whites into pumkin mixture, leaving a few puffs of egg white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour onto your waffle iron and cook according to its direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll let me know what you think! You too Maria!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-5174365432906915908?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/5174365432906915908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=5174365432906915908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/5174365432906915908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/5174365432906915908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/12/awfully-good-pumpkin-waffles.html' title='Awfully Good Pumpkin Waffles'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SyLIlKUe0mI/AAAAAAAAARE/Y0M1Jf1Ie5M/s72-c/waffles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-3737919579354070528</id><published>2009-12-06T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:54:35.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa....</title><content type='html'>So I thought it might be fun to have an evening where the kids and I would sit down and write letters to Santa. I would then be aware of what they would like and would hope that "Santa" would write them back. When I presented this idea(now, i was excited, because i thought it really would be fun), they both simultaneously said, "WhY? (with that 'you must be dumb' look), when we can just go and tell him?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-3737919579354070528?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/3737919579354070528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=3737919579354070528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3737919579354070528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3737919579354070528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa....'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-5034456681518761494</id><published>2009-11-16T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:36:33.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecan-Cinnamon Sticki Buns</title><content type='html'>Okay, Maria, here is the first of many recipies to come. I keep meaning to share so many with you, and then I thought you might enjoy it like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2-1cup pecans, chopped   1-3oz butterscotch pudding, not instant&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp cinnamon      1/2 cup butter        3/4 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;18 Rhoades rolls (get the name brand, it actually makes a difference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a greased bundt pan, layer pecans first then frozen rolls. Sprinkle rolls wth dry butterscotch pudding. In small bowl, melt butter (microwave works great), then add cinnamon and brown sugar. Pour over rolls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SwGqailECZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/e4vTCMHvY5s/s1600/IMG_2634%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SwGqailECZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/e4vTCMHvY5s/s320/IMG_2634%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404788400756885906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let stand over night or for 8-10 hours to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SwHhIUXfiSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/azfi_CzcIlc/s1600/11-16-2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SwHhIUXfiSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/azfi_CzcIlc/s320/11-16-2009+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404848560843753762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 for 30 minutes. The last 15 min. cover with foil. Remove from oven and tip out immediately on serving tray. You'll notice I left my pecans whole. It makes it easier for my kids to "pick out the nuts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SwHhpnjsZ5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oFW0MeQmrEg/s1600/11-16-2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SwHhpnjsZ5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oFW0MeQmrEg/s320/11-16-2009+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404849132930885522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! This is one of family favorites for holiday mornings or for whenever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-5034456681518761494?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/5034456681518761494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=5034456681518761494' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/5034456681518761494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/5034456681518761494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/11/pecan-cinnamon-sticki-buns.html' title='Pecan-Cinnamon Sticki Buns'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SwGqailECZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/e4vTCMHvY5s/s72-c/IMG_2634%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-6049869087349371081</id><published>2009-11-11T17:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:14:02.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kitchen Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SvthTZHFxZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NUbVNXEzcWI/s1600-h/11-01-2009+summerfall+345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SvthTZHFxZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NUbVNXEzcWI/s320/11-01-2009+summerfall+345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403019163747075474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that the kitchen table is where you can get all your questions answered. My point was proved the other night.&lt;br /&gt;Myles: Mom,(real serious, so I knew it was important) when I get older am I going to get hair in my armpits like you and Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (quickly thinking, did I shave today?) Yes Myles, you will.&lt;br /&gt;Myles: Oh(silly grin, I could see the wheels turning in his head.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: choking on dinner, turning away so he doesn't hack all over Evelyn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-6049869087349371081?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/6049869087349371081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=6049869087349371081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6049869087349371081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6049869087349371081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/11/kitchen-table.html' title='The Kitchen Table'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SvthTZHFxZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NUbVNXEzcWI/s72-c/11-01-2009+summerfall+345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-8395661752722660519</id><published>2009-11-03T20:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:03:02.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my Babes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SvEKtqq_h5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/y0t5_7_WII0/s1600-h/halloween32009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SvEKtqq_h5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/y0t5_7_WII0/s400/halloween32009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400109207858939794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SvEKtVIY4lI/AAAAAAAAAP8/cz7xvnJRNhM/s1600-h/halloween2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SvEKtVIY4lI/AAAAAAAAAP8/cz7xvnJRNhM/s400/halloween2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400109202076656210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-8395661752722660519?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/8395661752722660519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=8395661752722660519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8395661752722660519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8395661752722660519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-and-my-babes.html' title='Me and my Babes!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SvEKtqq_h5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/y0t5_7_WII0/s72-c/halloween32009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-1865409885212693591</id><published>2009-11-01T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:44:04.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Su4BGsiHNVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3xky5D5GGxo/s1600-h/IMG_2627%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Su4BGsiHNVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3xky5D5GGxo/s320/IMG_2627%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399254217808885074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Su4BGRrQTnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8K40dhqZojM/s1600-h/IMG_2611%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Su4BGRrQTnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8K40dhqZojM/s320/IMG_2611%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399254210599472754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend! Friday we went to our church's trunk-r-treat. Jeremy and I won the costume contest as Hansel and Gretel. J is such a good sport.  I actually made the girls' angel costumes! It was tough, but I enjoyed it. Myles went as a secret spy agent. That boy has a full bucket of candy. We haven't had that much candy in our house for a long time. I really enjoy Halloween with my children than when I was a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-1865409885212693591?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/1865409885212693591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=1865409885212693591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1865409885212693591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1865409885212693591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Su4BGsiHNVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3xky5D5GGxo/s72-c/IMG_2627%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-5817741577986262293</id><published>2009-07-28T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T05:56:43.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He was meant to be the Big Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sm7yXkgM1PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rgY_Vf9oCAY/s1600-h/IMG_1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sm7yXkgM1PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rgY_Vf9oCAY/s320/IMG_1850.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363490692994487538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took the kids on a bike ride around the neighborhood and then to the park. Well, it took alot longer than I thought it would. You would understand if you've ever tried to get Samantha to ride her bike, for more than 5 minutes. Which is ironic considering the love Jeremy and I have for bikes. Myles was so good for her. He loves to ride really fast and wait for us at the corner. Instead of waiting, he would then ride back and push Sammie for a while, run back, get back on his bike, and catch up with us. At one point we lost Evelyn's hat, he rode back 3 blocks and brought it back to me.  Finally, an hour and half later were on our way home. Sammie's whining is starting to get on my nerves, but I just keep coaxing her along. And then she crashed. Big Time! And if anyone knows Samantha, she continually wins the Grammy for the Most Dramatic. Myles and I help her get back on her bike and then he tells me, Mom, i'm going to ride ahead and open the garage. Okay. I carry Sammie in, trying to get her to calm down. Myles is sitting there at the kitchen table with band-aids, a popsicle, and barbie dolls to play with "so she can forget about her ouies" What a big brother! With such a good heart! I am so lucky to have such a wonderful boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-5817741577986262293?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/5817741577986262293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=5817741577986262293' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/5817741577986262293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/5817741577986262293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-was-meant-to-be-big-brother.html' title='He was meant to be the Big Brother'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sm7yXkgM1PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rgY_Vf9oCAY/s72-c/IMG_1850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-1654052534382124901</id><published>2009-07-20T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:00:57.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did i hear you right?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SmTpBjSXgAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NKS1ImPw86Q/s1600-h/IMG_1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SmTpBjSXgAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NKS1ImPw86Q/s200/IMG_1753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360665669339152386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Friday night, just before I left for Nashville, I was sitting with Jeremy at the dinner table explaining all the food and things that I have done to make his weekend with the children easier. He looks over at me with that cute boy-look he gets in eyes, and says, "Trust me, Ang, I'm not going to do any cooking this weekend. I'll be too busy managing everything to cook any meals; I'm not as good as you are." My ears perked up and with a giggle I said, "What did you just say? Why don't you say that one more time?" ...one more time please?  I just loved hearing that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-1654052534382124901?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/1654052534382124901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=1654052534382124901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1654052534382124901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1654052534382124901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-i-hear-you-right.html' title='Did i hear you right?....'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SmTpBjSXgAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NKS1ImPw86Q/s72-c/IMG_1753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-3673211187383851730</id><published>2009-07-16T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:00:03.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home made salsa anyone?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.freefoto.com/imagelink/?ffid=09-11-28&amp;s=s" &gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes are now in season and I've been wanting to make home made salsa. But I want to make sure it is a trued and tried recipe. I think I could come up with one on my own, but I would still like to know if anyone has  a good one they want to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-3673211187383851730?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/3673211187383851730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=3673211187383851730' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3673211187383851730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3673211187383851730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-made-salsa-anyone.html' title='Home made salsa anyone?!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-1918114507125495403</id><published>2009-07-14T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:53:03.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Andersens-Before and After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SlzwHFuEVCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/R1iaUjzCFPQ/s1600-h/07-04-09+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SlzwHFuEVCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/R1iaUjzCFPQ/s320/07-04-09+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358421661249197090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Slzv6XcmE7I/AAAAAAAAAO8/hFe7igMoq2o/s1600-h/07-04-09+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Slzv6XcmE7I/AAAAAAAAAO8/hFe7igMoq2o/s320/07-04-09+174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358421442669450162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Slzvh_e4lEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_tva-oaQ0jw/s1600-h/07-04-09+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Slzvh_e4lEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_tva-oaQ0jw/s320/07-04-09+171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358421023919739970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"l let you imagine which picture was taken the last day of our trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-1918114507125495403?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/1918114507125495403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=1918114507125495403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1918114507125495403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1918114507125495403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/07/andersens-before-and-after.html' title='The Andersens-Before and After'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SlzwHFuEVCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/R1iaUjzCFPQ/s72-c/07-04-09+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-6965513884185900412</id><published>2009-07-14T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:56:00.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP DESTIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SlzpJLxMvmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/_wgWg-k2IsA/s1600-h/07-04-09+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SlzpJLxMvmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/_wgWg-k2IsA/s400/07-04-09+198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358414000651288162" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family survived CAMP DESTIN! My children are true campers at heart.  We literally camped on the beach in Destin, Fl for 8 days-and I rarely heard them complain. We survived 2 big storms, 100 degree weather, sand in every crevice you can imagine, and a sinus rinse everytime a wave tossed us round like a rag doll.  We went down with our cousins and had the time of our life! It was the first time I've seen the Emerald Coast and I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;We saw sting rays, turtles, crabs, a barricuda and lots of lizards! Samantha's favorite part was chasing the crabs at night; I just loved hearing her squeal with delight. She was the only one brave enough to pick them up. &lt;br /&gt;We made sand castle after sand castle, Daddy taught us how to boogie board. I think he had more fun watching me tumble and make a fool of myself. I just couldn't get the hang of it. Nearly took me all week.  &lt;br /&gt;We went through alot of sunscreen. We'd get burned in places that I thought the sun never saw-our behinds. I realized the sun rays were reflecting off the crystal white sand. &lt;br /&gt;It really felt like a vacation. We were in an oasis despite being in such a busy tourist city. No phones, T.V.s or constant commotion. It was very peaceful.  We had plenty of space to run and enjoy the sun. The campground was immaculate and the people so friendly. We can't wait to book a trip next year.-The only thing that didn't survive was our van. We had to take it easy going home. Unfortunately (or fortunately) we will need to buy a new one soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-6965513884185900412?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/6965513884185900412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=6965513884185900412' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6965513884185900412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6965513884185900412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/07/camp-destin.html' title='CAMP DESTIN'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SlzpJLxMvmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/_wgWg-k2IsA/s72-c/07-04-09+198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-5438011520219917404</id><published>2009-06-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:28:19.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MYLES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sjj7s4jUtGI/AAAAAAAAANk/uE_4y3UQDoE/s1600-h/IMG_1957%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sjj7s4jUtGI/AAAAAAAAANk/uE_4y3UQDoE/s320/IMG_1957%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348301306015822946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sjj6_vjsw9I/AAAAAAAAANc/R6UosD0tV5c/s1600-h/IMG_1956%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sjj6_vjsw9I/AAAAAAAAANc/R6UosD0tV5c/s320/IMG_1956%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348300530507367378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the first week of Summer vacation Myles lost a tooth.  He walked around for another week with his other tooth hanging off to the side.  He had the goofiest smile I'd ever seen. You couldn't help but smile back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sjj8iNvFbOI/AAAAAAAAANs/5vtMv_TistU/s1600-h/IMG_1959%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sjj8iNvFbOI/AAAAAAAAANs/5vtMv_TistU/s320/IMG_1959%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348302222235364578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the second week of summer vacation, that goofy tooth came out at a friend's house. Now, he has the smile of  6 year old!!  I can't believe just 6 years ago, this sweet boy entered my life.  It feels like it was yesterday. And you know what he wants for his birthday? A skateboard!!! I just don't know.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-5438011520219917404?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/5438011520219917404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=5438011520219917404' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/5438011520219917404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/5438011520219917404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-myles.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MYLES!!!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/Sjj7s4jUtGI/AAAAAAAAANk/uE_4y3UQDoE/s72-c/IMG_1957%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-9970842424340356</id><published>2009-05-26T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:42:26.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO CUTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/ShxwNi8V4JI/AAAAAAAAANU/tRV1W7XPWCc/s1600-h/IMG_1786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/ShxwNi8V4JI/AAAAAAAAANU/tRV1W7XPWCc/s400/IMG_1786.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340266636175073426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say More?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-9970842424340356?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/9970842424340356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=9970842424340356' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/9970842424340356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/9970842424340356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-cute.html' title='TOO CUTE!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/ShxwNi8V4JI/AAAAAAAAANU/tRV1W7XPWCc/s72-c/IMG_1786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-8109578689213644146</id><published>2009-05-26T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:44:30.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can always get what You want!!</title><content type='html'>A long time ago, back when Myles was a little over two maybe three, I had a way of diverting my kids attention when they didn't get what they wanted. (i.e. when Mom says no).  I would sing this song to them, "you can't always get what you want...".  Just recently I took Sammie shopping with me.  We went into Ann Taylor to see if they had any good deals. It was very quiet when we walked in, but not for long. Samantha belted out, "Mom you know, you can't always get what you want.." All eyes on me. I just chuckled. Our children now know what we will say to them if they begin to whine.  I've heard Myles singing this same song when he is getting dressed. Are there any studies of what happens to kids with early exposure to Rolling Stones?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-8109578689213644146?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/8109578689213644146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=8109578689213644146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8109578689213644146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8109578689213644146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-can-always-get-what-you-want.html' title='You can always get what You want!!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-6185184331113840722</id><published>2009-05-26T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:02:07.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/ShwgiHJUDFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dAqa41HKtmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/ShwgiHJUDFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dAqa41HKtmQ/s320/IMG_1814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340179028560317522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had several people call/email me and let me know that I have been a slacker!  I am so sorry!  It has been a rather hard long winter for our family that I just didn't have the energy to keep our blog up.  &lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and I are doing well.  We miss our bikes.  We still have them, they just haven't been ridden in a long time. They feel totally neglected.&lt;br /&gt;Myles will have his last day of school tommorrow and then it is summer vacation!!!! I am so excited to have him around more! When I was at his kindergarten graduation last friday, he was "too cool" to hang out with me or for me to know that he knows, that I know he saw me. And so, this is the beginning of being "too cool" for Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha just recently had her ballet recital and she was a doll! Her latet thing is kissing all frogs in the neighborhood to see which one is her prince. She hasn't found him yet.&lt;br /&gt;Evenly is growing and growing and growing! She is crawling and pulling herself up on the couch.  She can wave "bye-bye" and can even say it too! The girl is a busy body and reminds so much of Myles. Recently she has been fussy, but that is because she has 6 teeth trying to come in at once.  I'd be fussy too!&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Toby is still around. I have succumbed to the fact that he isn't going anywhere. He's Jeremy's dog and the man deserves to have his; even if he did chew an 18-inch wide hole in the back of our house. Nearly got into our bedroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-6185184331113840722?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/6185184331113840722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=6185184331113840722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6185184331113840722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6185184331113840722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m So Sorry!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/ShwgiHJUDFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dAqa41HKtmQ/s72-c/IMG_1814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-8610694961530964387</id><published>2009-01-06T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T05:52:48.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mommy</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my 33rd Birthday and I received three beautiful gifts. The first was from Evelyn. She sang me Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SWNgBOxgnEI/AAAAAAAAALs/LMeWbAsyZAc/s1600-h/IMG_1525%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SWNgBOxgnEI/AAAAAAAAALs/LMeWbAsyZAc/s320/IMG_1525%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288175961724984386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one was from Myles. He made a fancy dinner for me. He really did do alot of the work. The Crab legs were delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SWNgqdsfOBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9_yYbCVKSoo/s1600-h/IMG_1531%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SWNgqdsfOBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9_yYbCVKSoo/s320/IMG_1531%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288176670105090066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SWNgqIxpCuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hO8pmPd7tZw/s1600-h/IMG_1524%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SWNgqIxpCuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hO8pmPd7tZw/s320/IMG_1524%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288176664489560802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to save the best for last.  My little Sammie left me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SWNhMZ3D1BI/AAAAAAAAAME/Q1e_5-yPR0g/s1600-h/IMG_1523%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SWNhMZ3D1BI/AAAAAAAAAME/Q1e_5-yPR0g/s320/IMG_1523%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288177253191242770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Big Fat Mess! &lt;br /&gt;And I even get to go on a date with my husband, complete with a new outfit from my favorite clothing store, Ann Taylor! I think we are going to BoneFish Grill.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone who called or left me a message. It was really thoughtful for you to think of me. I had a great day yesterday. So, one year down in my journey and plenty more to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-8610694961530964387?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/8610694961530964387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=8610694961530964387' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8610694961530964387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8610694961530964387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-mommy.html' title='Happy Birthday Mommy'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SWNgBOxgnEI/AAAAAAAAALs/LMeWbAsyZAc/s72-c/IMG_1525%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-1043461554620986629</id><published>2009-01-03T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:13:44.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my New 4 year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SV_GwHow96I/AAAAAAAAALU/RZYTBLE26g0/s1600-h/IMG_1507%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SV_GwHow96I/AAAAAAAAALU/RZYTBLE26g0/s320/IMG_1507%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287163017542301602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SV_GvbNGDwI/AAAAAAAAALM/EaVA21QeTWg/s1600-h/05-11-05+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SV_GvbNGDwI/AAAAAAAAALM/EaVA21QeTWg/s320/05-11-05+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287163005615083266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my new 4 year old who had the best pinkalicious birthday ever.  I cannot believe how much you've grown. Finally there is enough hair for pigtails and hairbows.  You are as 'Fancy as Nancy' and can sing like no other! I love hearing your voice in the background of my busy life. Your high-pitched shrilly voice complete with giggles reminds me to laugh and to love completly. You put your whole heart into your dollies and babies. I don't mind that they go wherever I go. I respect the determination and stubborness you've acquired from me. You keep me on my toes!! I know that you will learn how to ride your bike "all on your own without any help from us!" And that you will "ask for help when you want it!" I love you with all my heart.  Thank you for the great joy you are in my life! Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-1043461554620986629?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/1043461554620986629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=1043461554620986629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1043461554620986629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1043461554620986629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-my-new-4-year-old.html' title='To my New 4 year old'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SV_GwHow96I/AAAAAAAAALU/RZYTBLE26g0/s72-c/IMG_1507%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-3982214599524380140</id><published>2009-01-02T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:01:56.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Moments</title><content type='html'>Very rarely do I find my house quiet. It is nearly 11:00 at night and I can't sleep. Unusual for me. I'm at the computer, of course, and loving the silence that fills the house. It's calming effect reminds me why I love the craziness. Everyone, including Jeremy, are sound asleep. Even Toby is quiet. And is it in these moments that I am so grateful to be where I am, doing whatever it is I do, being the mom I hope to be. This is what life is all about.  There really is no greater journey than motherhood. Thank you Jeremy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-3982214599524380140?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/3982214599524380140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=3982214599524380140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3982214599524380140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3982214599524380140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2009/01/those-moments.html' title='Those Moments'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-9051084268688562095</id><published>2008-12-26T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:59:40.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wanted What???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SVUNcEYf9YI/AAAAAAAAALE/NwUJJObmp2k/s1600-h/12-18-08+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SVUNcEYf9YI/AAAAAAAAALE/NwUJJObmp2k/s320/12-18-08+181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284144513653142914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SVUNbtinSCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/upVHFB1LSaI/s1600-h/12-18-08+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SVUNbtinSCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/upVHFB1LSaI/s320/12-18-08+173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284144507521550370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SVUNbSfHgeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3VGC7tNeoew/s1600-h/12-18-08+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SVUNbSfHgeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3VGC7tNeoew/s320/12-18-08+169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284144500259127778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mayhem of our children trying to open all the presents at once, we asked Myles if he enjoyed his Christmas presents from Santa. We are nestled in between the wrapping paper, ribbons, toy boxes and clothes everywhere. He looks over at Jeremy and announces that Santa forgot one thing. And he is real serious. "Dad, he forgot my remote control airplane." "What?! Did you ask him?" Jeremy looks over at me with those eyes of 'Did you know about this?' 'What do you think? I would have told you if I knew myself?',was the reply of my eye. "Myles, did you ask Santa for one?" &lt;br /&gt;"Yeah Dad!," rolling his eyes at him, " I asked himand he didn't bring it." Jeremy's eyes look at me again with,'what do i say?' 'You're dealing with this one,'was the reply of my eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-9051084268688562095?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/9051084268688562095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=9051084268688562095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/9051084268688562095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/9051084268688562095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-wanted-what.html' title='You wanted What???'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SVUNcEYf9YI/AAAAAAAAALE/NwUJJObmp2k/s72-c/12-18-08+181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-1037655614468195891</id><published>2008-12-15T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:14:54.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vet's Waiting Room</title><content type='html'>A vet's room waiting is nothing short of an amusement park of smells, scents and other dog's privates for Toby.  I had to take him back in. Nothing can be simple with him. He's having serious issues with infection and swelling from his neutering. Due to the fact he won't stop licking and frolicking. Here I am in the vet's waiting room using all my 115 lbs to hold back a 75lb dog. Oh the smells and scents for my dog to investigate. Somehow I am managing the car seat, my rambunctious Sammie, and the reincarnated "Marly"...my dog Toby.  I'm thinking,"Okay..I think I can handle this. It's not so bad"...UNTIL..the German Shephard, the Pit Bull, a really big curly dog, and 3 other dogs that walk in all at once. Oh My Gosh! I am sitting in the chair, bracing myself, the car seat is in my lap, Sammie is climbing on top of me, and Toby takes off. He is literally dragging us across the floor. He feels it is God given right to greet every doggie that comes through the door. It is obvious to everyone that I can't control my dog. This battle between me and Toby goes on for 20 minutes. I'm praying the aids will call our name. "Hurry! Hurry! Please call us back!"&lt;br /&gt;Once in the exam room, the vet asks me,"This hematoma is really bad. And it's starting to get infected. You were suppose to keep him from running and licking himself.  Didn't you do that?" "I did all I could ma'am. You see..my dog is one of kind..." Interupting me, she says,"Well, you definetly need antibiotics and an e-collar." "You mean one of this big white round things?" "Yea.  THat will stop him from licking." I'm looking at her sideways,"Um..I don't know if that will work. You see..Toby can demolish anything. I mean everything and anything in sight.." and the vet is out the door. I ask the aid if there is something better. "No Ms. Jessop. This works really well. You'll see." I'm thinking, You don't know my dog. This isn't going to work. "Well, can I get two of those. Just in case he gets out of it. " "Well, Ms. Jessop, you can buy another if you think it is neccesary." At $20.00 a collar, I decided that I will make only one work-unless it is absolutely not repairable. &lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, I drive everyone home. I leave Toby in his corner while I attended to my darling Evelyn. She's crying and upset. She finally had her first blow out. Poop is everywhere!!!! We've been home maybe 5 minutes. As I was running to get more wipes, I see Toby out of the corner of my eye:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUbVqI0xD-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/zp-XDGDBis4/s1600-h/IMG_1271%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUbVqI0xD-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/zp-XDGDBis4/s320/IMG_1271%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280142533038510050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUbVoksgBHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2t2CaI3Fnzs/s1600-h/IMG_1270%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUbVoksgBHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2t2CaI3Fnzs/s320/IMG_1270%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280142506160292978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           So much for the $20.00 collar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-1037655614468195891?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/1037655614468195891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=1037655614468195891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1037655614468195891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1037655614468195891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/12/vets-waiting-room.html' title='A Vet&apos;s Waiting Room'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUbVqI0xD-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/zp-XDGDBis4/s72-c/IMG_1271%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-505707408074990244</id><published>2008-12-11T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:06:47.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Good Laughs!</title><content type='html'>AS of yesterday, Toby was neutered. We finally did it!! As we were driving to get Toby, Myles, my curious one who needs to know everything, asked what kind of surgery Toby had. "Well, he was getting too hyper, so we had to take his boy parts out." The questions came fast. "How? Why? They cut him open? Did it hurt? How did he get to sleep? Can he pee?" As I lead my doped up dog to the van, Myles looks down between his legs. A look of horror washes over him!&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, they took his balls out!!!  Is Toby a girl now??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUEPNV4bdtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZjUSH3IWGaU/s1600-h/IMG_1183%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUEPNV4bdtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZjUSH3IWGaU/s320/IMG_1183%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278516960141473490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently rented a cabin at ChickaSaw state park. We had arrived late in the evening and was unable to check-in and speak with anyone. As we approached our cabin, a big red signed greeted us, "NO PETS ALLOWED!!!" Oh Crap! My heart sank.  We are in big trouble! Yes, we had brought the infamous Toby Wan Kanobe! Jeremy and I were discussing back and forth about what to do and the big trouble we could be in. We had planned on eating at the local buffet that features fine southern cusine. Once we Toby was settled in his kennel, we locked the door with the big red sign and walked away. Instantly Toby announced his displeasure at being locked up. His barking was loud and impatient. Jeremy and I had one thought,"lets get out of here before we are discovered."&lt;br /&gt;At the restaurant, which was within walking distance, Myles announced to the waitress and the only other table that we had broken the rules. I was at the buffet helping myself to some fine southern fried catfish and black-eyed peas. My heart sank as I heard from my sweet, honest little boy:&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what? We have a dog. His name is Toby and he's in the cabin. And do you know what? The sign says no pets allowed. And do you know what? We are in BIG trouble!" &lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's head hung low and his shoulders shook with laughter. I had to pick my jaw up from the floor and wonder,"Does this old lady without any front teeth have any connection to the caretakers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUEKlNPZKjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/viiMDSRNn_A/s1600-h/IMG_1219%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUEKlNPZKjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/viiMDSRNn_A/s320/IMG_1219%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278511872580594226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha hs been very resourceful lately.  She has figured out a way to get a facial for only 0.99 cents!  No joke! On the way home from school the other day, she found a tube of lipstick that did the job. Even her baby doll was lucky enough to get the same deal. Too bad I missed out! A 0.99 cent facial is pretty cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUEJF2bVwYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iEZ7r8Kqby0/s1600-h/IMG_1223%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUEJF2bVwYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iEZ7r8Kqby0/s320/IMG_1223%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278510234369114498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUEJFePPkfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jbOPyag0PtA/s1600-h/IMG_1222%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUEJFePPkfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jbOPyag0PtA/s320/IMG_1222%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278510227875926514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUEJEomgZoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/pcr1zMV2ldM/s1600-h/IMG_1221%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUEJEomgZoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/pcr1zMV2ldM/s320/IMG_1221%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278510213477983874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-505707408074990244?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/505707408074990244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=505707408074990244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/505707408074990244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/505707408074990244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-good-laughs.html' title='A Few Good Laughs!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SUEPNV4bdtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZjUSH3IWGaU/s72-c/IMG_1183%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-8847924655156879275</id><published>2008-11-16T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:59:25.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SSCXL4lgsVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jU34Ys3xWwk/s1600-h/IMG_0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SSCXL4lgsVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jU34Ys3xWwk/s320/IMG_0336.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269377794447552850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SSCXLEZV7wI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7h2tghWxw1s/s1600-h/IMG_0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SSCXLEZV7wI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7h2tghWxw1s/s320/IMG_0376.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269377780437872386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SSCXK_2E5NI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ds5EjYod1r4/s1600-h/IMG_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SSCXK_2E5NI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ds5EjYod1r4/s320/IMG_0327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269377779216213202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SSCXKZUwBeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DwWCNekgU60/s1600-h/IMG_0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SSCXKZUwBeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DwWCNekgU60/s320/IMG_0358.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269377768875886050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SSCXJ7Yin8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/KOiM5lM2bb4/s1600-h/IMG_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SSCXJ7Yin8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/KOiM5lM2bb4/s320/IMG_0353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269377760838721474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so blessed to have my parents come visit us. We blessed Evelyn and my Dad came to be a part of it. AND...he didn't even get airsick!! My mother came prepared with several "barf bags"!  We had so much fun just hanging out and enjoying one anothers company.  We spent an afternoon at Herb Parsons Lake and ended up with some darling pictures. ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-8847924655156879275?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/8847924655156879275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=8847924655156879275' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8847924655156879275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8847924655156879275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-were-so-blessed-to-have-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SSCXL4lgsVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jU34Ys3xWwk/s72-c/IMG_0336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-3948246926533938842</id><published>2008-11-05T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:44:25.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In ONE Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SRJL79Rvp-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/MaFjYbU8FvI/s1600-h/0511-0811-0415-3723_Cartoon_of_a_Dog_Walker_Being_Pulled_by_a_Dog_clipart_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SRJL79Rvp-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/MaFjYbU8FvI/s200/0511-0811-0415-3723_Cartoon_of_a_Dog_Walker_Being_Pulled_by_a_Dog_clipart_image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265354407782885346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one week, only 7 days, Toby destroyed the roof of our playcenter (the heavy,thick,vinyl kind), shredded Jeremy's grill cover ($40.00-and this is the second one), dug another hole to the neighbors yard, tore a window screen to pieces, and figured out a way to get out of his kennel!!!! I'm not joking, this dog is out of control and I am so ready to get rid of him. I am in AWE that he can climb ladders and unlock his kennel. Toby is too smart for his own good. What do I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-3948246926533938842?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/3948246926533938842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=3948246926533938842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3948246926533938842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3948246926533938842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-one-week.html' title='In ONE Week'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SRJL79Rvp-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/MaFjYbU8FvI/s72-c/0511-0811-0415-3723_Cartoon_of_a_Dog_Walker_Being_Pulled_by_a_Dog_clipart_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-8784989034458344163</id><published>2008-10-31T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:00:36.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BATHROOM TALK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SQtVxoUhXJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/V69uEzbHGRY/s1600-h/funny-womans-crapper.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SQtVxoUhXJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/V69uEzbHGRY/s200/funny-womans-crapper.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263394900637998226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down, nursing Evelyn, when I hear this conversation from the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;"OOhh! That one hurt!" cries Sammie, "That was a big one!"&lt;br /&gt;"Let me see, Sammie!", says Myles, as he climbs down from the bathroom countertop.&lt;br /&gt;"OH, that is a big one, Did it hurt?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it did Myles!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sammie, have you ever touched poop?" (My ears really perk up).&lt;br /&gt;"No. Have you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it kinda feels like cheese."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-8784989034458344163?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/8784989034458344163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=8784989034458344163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8784989034458344163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/8784989034458344163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/10/bathroom-talk.html' title='BATHROOM TALK'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SQtVxoUhXJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/V69uEzbHGRY/s72-c/funny-womans-crapper.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-4198421091337887978</id><published>2008-10-23T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:59:09.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO OF A KIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SQCprp-cYaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KaFoJpeiNdI/s1600-h/maria+n+sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SQCprp-cYaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KaFoJpeiNdI/s320/maria+n+sam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260390932235968930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Sammie is alot like her Aunt Maria-who she loves and adores.  They both have an infectious laugh that begs for you to join in. Samantha reminds me of my sister Maria-the young and the old!  Beautiful, big, blue eyes and a smile that brings happiness and love wherever they go. Both have alot of energy for life and it's hard for me to keep up with them.   They have such a happy go-lucky personality-they just want to enjoy life for what it is.  I might add, don't get on their bad side. :-) I have found myself calling Samantha, "Maria" when she has given me "The Look"! (My mom knows exactly what I'm talking about) Both are stubborn and determined to figure things out on their own-and that what makes them so loveable. We love our Aunt Maria and are so grateful she came to my rescue and help me get back on my feet. So, here's a song for the two of you. Samantha loves "Pocket full of Sunshine".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-4198421091337887978?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/4198421091337887978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=4198421091337887978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/4198421091337887978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/4198421091337887978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-of-kind.html' title='TWO OF A KIND'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SQCprp-cYaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KaFoJpeiNdI/s72-c/maria+n+sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-2656429983728037318</id><published>2008-10-15T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:47:03.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Beloved Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SPZItBL4saI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BaRyTn3b154/s1600-h/Dad_Mom_1978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SPZItBL4saI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BaRyTn3b154/s320/Dad_Mom_1978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257469553251234210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SPZIlPlESlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0q4xjMHx2KQ/s1600-h/Mom_Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SPZIlPlESlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0q4xjMHx2KQ/s320/Mom_Dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257469419675994706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of October 4th 10:00 am time stood still at our house. All activities stopped and the calender was ignored.  It was at that precise time that I called &lt;strong&gt;911&lt;/strong&gt;. Grandma Jessop had called me over to check on Papa. "I just can't seem to wake him, Angela. Please come over." My heart skipped a beat and I knew something awful had happened. &lt;br /&gt;Our beloved Papa had passed away in his sleep, laying next to the love of his life. It was sudden, unexpected and heartbreaking. Time stood still for the Jessop family as arrangements were made, goodbyes were said, and the grieving began. He was dearly loved and will be sorely missed.&lt;br /&gt;I was only his daughter-in-law, but he treated me like one of his own. Our children adored him. He showered them with love and candy, and I know they will miss both. Jeremy is heartbroken and I feel he hasn't had a moment to truly grieve. So many responsibilities now. &lt;br /&gt;Papa was truly a great and generous man.  I looked up to him in so many ways, never complaining, always smiling, a loving husband and father.  He has sacrificed so much for his family and I know he wouldn't have had it any other way. I've learned and enjoyed watching him help his dear wife, Yula, recover from her stroke. True love is watching a man putting curlers in his wife's hair, so she can look beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Life does go on and so the clock has started ticking again. The calender has been reevaluated and now we ask ourselves, "Was it all a dream? Did it really happen? Is it really Oct. 15th? What would Papa do?" He would continue on with a smile on his face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-2656429983728037318?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/2656429983728037318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=2656429983728037318' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/2656429983728037318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/2656429983728037318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-beloved-papa.html' title='Our Beloved Papa'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SPZItBL4saI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BaRyTn3b154/s72-c/Dad_Mom_1978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-1741821104102479051</id><published>2008-09-26T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:02:18.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Thoughtful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SN0Vki1XZeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JLIHd9SPhzY/s1600-h/DSCF0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SN0Vki1XZeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JLIHd9SPhzY/s320/DSCF0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250376458153977314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do declare that I have the sweetest boy around. Myles has always been one to please and help me. Since Evelyn's arrival he has magnified that 100%. Rarely complaining and being very careful with my aches and pains. Recently at the dinner table he volunteered to say the prayer. Jeremy reminded him to thank Heavenly Father for our new baby sister. Sometimes I wish I could get inside the heads of my children as they are thinking and understanding the world around them. As Myles proceeds to pray, he surprised us with "and please bless Evelyn that when she grows up and is 16 years old, she can be a Mamma like my Mamma." (My eyes pop open!!) And to make sure God heard him, he says it again, "when she is 16 years old help her be a Mamma also." (Now Jeremy and I are looking at each other, suppressing the giggles and surprise). As we start to eat, he turns to me, "Did you hear what I prayed for?" He reaches out to hug me, one of those heartfelt ones he gives. "I prayed that she can be a Mamma like you." What a compliment to me, but please, dear God, not at the age of 16. "Very thoughtful of you Myles, very thoughtful!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-1741821104102479051?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/1741821104102479051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=1741821104102479051' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1741821104102479051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1741821104102479051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-thoughtful.html' title='How Thoughtful!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SN0Vki1XZeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JLIHd9SPhzY/s72-c/DSCF0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-7700441075156833987</id><published>2008-09-24T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:10:27.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sister, Little Mamma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SNqQnagsoGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/im2Y28GBCes/s1600-h/DSCF0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SNqQnagsoGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/im2Y28GBCes/s320/DSCF0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249667322459496546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha, curious little girl, has been watching me nurse Evelyn. As usual, she is full of questions. "what are you doing? how come? can I do that? is she going to fall back asleep? do i have chests like that?" After I thoroughly answer all her questions, she's satisfied and runs off to play. Several hours later she shows up with her new baby doll "firmly attached" to her "chests". I'm grinning ear to ear as she tells me that she is "breasting her baby".  "Just like you Mamma! I'm breasting my baby just like you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-7700441075156833987?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/7700441075156833987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=7700441075156833987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/7700441075156833987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/7700441075156833987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-sister-little-mamma.html' title='Big Sister, Little Mamma'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SNqQnagsoGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/im2Y28GBCes/s72-c/DSCF0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-4117918046155664498</id><published>2008-09-22T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:33:14.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVELYN LOUISE JESSOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SNhjdOuUFkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zS_hNzQhDSo/s1600-h/DSCF0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SNhjdOuUFkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zS_hNzQhDSo/s320/DSCF0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249054719520020034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SNhjQcEsg3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/rJAbiKXMIiw/s1600-h/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SNhjQcEsg3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/rJAbiKXMIiw/s320/DSCF0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249054499765257074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little girl joined our family Sunday @ 1:24am.  She weighed 8lbs, measured 20 inches, and has a head full of dark black hair. Both Jeremy and I did a double take. We have two tow heads with very little hair. She is adorable and so sweet.  We are doing fine.  The children are adjusting well.  They would inform you that their favorite part are her "toadies" (toes)!! Myles was instantly captivated by their minature size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-4117918046155664498?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/4117918046155664498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=4117918046155664498' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/4117918046155664498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/4117918046155664498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/09/evelyn-louise-jessop.html' title='EVELYN LOUISE JESSOP'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SNhjdOuUFkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zS_hNzQhDSo/s72-c/DSCF0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-3197078766260151660</id><published>2008-09-17T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:56:50.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see Jeremy doing this with Sammie!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9A2Ap3DyvLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9A2Ap3DyvLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-3197078766260151660?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/3197078766260151660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=3197078766260151660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3197078766260151660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3197078766260151660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-to-see-jeremy-do-this.html' title='I can see Jeremy doing this with Sammie!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-6894858258176947551</id><published>2008-09-16T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:20:10.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO  OTHER DOG LIKE TOBY</title><content type='html'>So, many of you know the frustrations I've had, and still having, with our AKC certified purebreed chocolate lab, Toby Wan Kanobe.  I believe there is no other dog like Toby, anyone is welcome to prove me wrong. We recently purchased a $125.00 (ouch) shock collar to help with the obediance training. (By the way, this is my last resort, if this doesn't work, he's gone!)  One of his latest works of art is our fence.  There is now a new hole(in the fence) that leads to our neighbor's yard. Needless to say, they aren't too pleased about that.  So this shock collar is suppose to stop them in their tracks.  Following the directions, we start out on the lowest setting. Toby would remain hyper. We bumped it up a notch, he got more hyper, another notch, and a new level of hyperactivity.  I'm beginning to think my stick worked better than this shock collar. So we took it up another notch and still (we thought) nothing is happening. Until Myles informed us that his "peepee kept turning red".  From day one, Myles has been curious about his boy parts.  Then it dawned on Jeremy and I, we were , um, "turning him on" , if  you know what I mean.  So much for the shock collar. I've called it the "$125.00 turn on".  We've had to turn it up fairly high, so we will see what the next few weeks will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-6894858258176947551?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/6894858258176947551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=6894858258176947551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6894858258176947551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6894858258176947551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-other-dog-like-toby.html' title='NO  OTHER DOG LIKE TOBY'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-315521237549223539</id><published>2008-09-04T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:17:43.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've survived!</title><content type='html'>Our little man has survived the first few weeks of Kindergarten. It has been quite an adjustment for him and his parents!! His teacher is as sweet as can be and is really good for Myles.  On his first full day of school, he disappeared after I woke him up. I found him behind the couch, scared and sad. Come to find out, he didn't know who he was going to eat lunch with. Then it dawned on me we wouldn't be eating lunch as a family anymore this year. I nearly started to cry with him.&lt;br /&gt;On an exciting note, he lost his first tooth!!! It has been loose for several weeks and finally last night at dinner, it just came out. Unfortunately, he lost it within an hour. The only that really seemed to care was me. I wanted to keep it. You know, for those motherly sentimental reasons.  Each day I watch him walk into that school, so big and yet so young and small. A piece of my heart breaks and the tears have come freely these past 2 weeks. The last 5 years are gone. Those baby days are over and now he wants to be a big boy. I cherish every moment he is home from school now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-315521237549223539?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/315521237549223539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=315521237549223539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/315521237549223539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/315521237549223539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/09/weve-survived.html' title='We&apos;ve survived!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-6887455679018683955</id><published>2008-08-05T12:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:59:42.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Kindergartner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SJixIaLxKaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j_xjwNnzh84/s1600-h/DSCF0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231125725216582050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SJixIaLxKaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j_xjwNnzh84/s200/DSCF0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is official! Myles and I registered him for school today. On Friday we are suppose to receive a phone call to know who his teacher is, which classroom and which day he will start. The first week of school, he'll go one day. After that it's a full time job for him, 9am to 4 pm. My little independant boy will be tuckered out. He is very excited!!! When he came to the breakfast table this morning, he had on his new school pants with his new school shirt tucked in, completed with his church belt. After I told him how handsome he was, he said," Today's school mom. I gotta wear my school clothes!" Meanwhile he's rolling his eyes and holding his hands out as if I should've known that is what he was going to wear today. (I didn't tell him to get dressed, nor did I tell him what to wear). I guess it's started, Moms don't know anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-6887455679018683955?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/6887455679018683955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=6887455679018683955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6887455679018683955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6887455679018683955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-kindergartner.html' title='Our Kindergartner'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SJixIaLxKaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j_xjwNnzh84/s72-c/DSCF0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-3504740044541464908</id><published>2008-07-30T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:58:27.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Summer Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SJDiz2Vju-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OWGDtI_f5Ac/s1600-h/DSCF0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228928547764288482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SJDiz2Vju-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OWGDtI_f5Ac/s320/DSCF0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the only way we will get through these 100 degree days is by staying wet.  Thank heaven's for the sprinkler park and the Weldele's pool.  We are enjoying our summmer days by sleeping in, Summer Kids film festival @ Malco, Concerts on the Square and lots of ice cream cones and popsicles!  Although school starts soon, we will still be in summer weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my favorite memory so far is finding Sammie and Myles stripped down to their "undies" and frolicking with Toby with the garden hose. When I asked what was going on, the replied, " It's just too hot mom!" All I could do was grin and tell them to have be careful. Isn't that what summer is all about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-3504740044541464908?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/3504740044541464908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=3504740044541464908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3504740044541464908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3504740044541464908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/07/hot-summer-months.html' title='Hot Summer Months'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SJDiz2Vju-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OWGDtI_f5Ac/s72-c/DSCF0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-6135769526712024261</id><published>2008-07-01T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:21:21.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Dog!!</title><content type='html'>It has been some time since I've written about Toby.  With daily training, we've gotten him to sit, lay down, stay, and let us walk him (instead of the other a around).  He still chews like a maniac.  We are still working on that one. The kids and I disappeared to Utah for a week and we came back to a dillusional dog.  He kept staring at the ceiling and walls, as if something was going to jump out at him.  I consulted Jeremy and he said that He and Toby kept busy with a laser he brought home from work.  He would shine it on the walls and ceiling and Toby would go crazy and would wear himself out chasing it.  He has also discovered Baby Einstein.  He freaks out and thinks the puppets are going to attack him.  Our little disobediant puppy has turned into a 65 lb dog that is psychotic and somewhat obediant.  Where will we be in 6 months from now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-6135769526712024261?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/6135769526712024261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=6135769526712024261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6135769526712024261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/6135769526712024261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-dog.html' title='A new Dog!!'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-1976610716742264870</id><published>2008-04-23T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:42:38.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOGS DO WHAT DOGS DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SBAA-8iqvdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XjeI32TibNI/s1600-h/DSCF0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192651451761606098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SBAA-8iqvdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XjeI32TibNI/s320/DSCF0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The latest victim of Toby's is Myles' bike seat. Unfortunately, his fancy bike seat that matched his bike (flames and all) has been torn to shreds. The bike is still ride-able, but not comfortable. Jeremy and I were so upset, but we didn't know what to do. Toby just stood, tail wagging, grinning from ear to ear. He was so proud of his accomplishment. We also have torn up door jams, corners of my cupboards have been re-antiqued, princess doll heads are missing, the weather stripping of our backdoor/garage door is gone, bike helmets have been reshaped, and he has now broke his leash THREE times.Oh..any camp chair that has been left out no longer has a cup holder. And &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; did we get him? All for the many reasons of having a family pet. Namely, the love and devotion I have seen Toby give these children and the love and caring nature I've seen in my children. We sure love that rascal. But what am i going to do about a new seat with flames?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-1976610716742264870?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/1976610716742264870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=1976610716742264870' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1976610716742264870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1976610716742264870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/04/dogs-do-what-dogs-do.html' title='DOGS DO WHAT DOGS DO'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/SBAA-8iqvdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XjeI32TibNI/s72-c/DSCF0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-4818947957841107553</id><published>2008-04-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:04:46.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDS DO WHAT KIDS DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;So, we're at the dinner table &amp;amp; Sammie continues to put her hand in her water, then lick her hands. I keep getting after her, "Sammie, that's not good manners. Besides, (I'm just remembering, that I failed to have them wash their hands) you don't know where your hands have been."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Myles pipes up, "I know where her hands have been." (Sammie takes another lick.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Oh, yeah, where?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"In dog poop." (Sammie takes another lick, I choke on my food.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"WHAT?!! ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Sammie dunks her hand again and Myles tells the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Yeah, we were really brave and picked up all the dog poop and made a pile of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Sammie (hands in water)"yeah, and we covered it with sticks in the hole. I was really brave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Did you do this with a shovel?"(I knew what the answer really was.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"NO." (In unison)Showing me their hands, "We did it with our hands. We were brave. Are you proud of us Mamma?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Oh, I'm proud alright, but also grossed out. We never touch dog poop with our hands." In an instant I had them in the bathroom, and I scrubbed their hands. And yes, Samantha got a new glass of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-4818947957841107553?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/4818947957841107553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=4818947957841107553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/4818947957841107553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/4818947957841107553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/04/kids-do-what-kids-do.html' title='KIDS DO WHAT KIDS DO'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-3973533837071428727</id><published>2008-04-10T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:44:00.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R_6mIbPiv9I/AAAAAAAAACc/xOZtVBjqVqg/s1600-h/DSCF0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187766484459503570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R_6mIbPiv9I/AAAAAAAAACc/xOZtVBjqVqg/s320/DSCF0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Easter has come and gone and what a wonderful time we had. The children enjoyed an Easter Egg Hunt in their own backyard and then another one at Papa's. All the children looked so cute in their new clothes. Toby has become sneaky at taking candy that has fallen from little hands. (He thinks he deserves a spot at the dinner table too.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;March came in like a lamb and has left like a Lion. We've had storm after storm after storm. The first two games of the soccer season has been cancelled. There is only one reason I"m glad for that, I"m the coach and I really don't know what I"m doing. I want to put it off as long as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love spring because everything is starting to turn green, the tulips are blooming and the weather is perfect for bike riding. This time of year always brings renewed energy for living and playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-3973533837071428727?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/3973533837071428727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=3973533837071428727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3973533837071428727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3973533837071428727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-has-come-and-gone-and-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R_6mIbPiv9I/AAAAAAAAACc/xOZtVBjqVqg/s72-c/DSCF0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-3386743656927707070</id><published>2008-03-22T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T09:23:25.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL ON HIS OWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R-UyadcXPGI/AAAAAAAAABo/Mk3foxqjp0c/s1600-h/1-30-06+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180602376521202786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R-UyadcXPGI/AAAAAAAAABo/Mk3foxqjp0c/s320/1-30-06+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jeremy came home from work Wednesday night, he found Myles waiting for him on the driveway in his Lance Armstrong bike jersey. He announced to Jeremy that he has been waiting all day to go on a bike ride with him. So away they went around the block a time or two. Once they were back, Myles immediantly headed to Jeremy's workshop. He started to look through the tools. Jeremy, curious as to what he is up to, followed him.&lt;br /&gt;"Myles, what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, it's time to take my training wheels off." (Real serious like)&lt;br /&gt;"OH, well then..." and Jeremy (chuckling) proceeds to teach him how to take his training wheels on and off. He can now do it on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-3386743656927707070?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/3386743656927707070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=3386743656927707070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3386743656927707070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/3386743656927707070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-on-his-own.html' title='ALL ON HIS OWN'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R-UyadcXPGI/AAAAAAAAABo/Mk3foxqjp0c/s72-c/1-30-06+211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-1635395074777336340</id><published>2008-03-14T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:51:32.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are they thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9rzVhb1iMI/AAAAAAAAABA/aBOIo16XvKs/s1600-h/mylesboots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177718272693733570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9rzVhb1iMI/AAAAAAAAABA/aBOIo16XvKs/s200/mylesboots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot figure out for the life of me why my children choose to use Wal-mart or Home Depot as their dumping station!!! It never fails. Whenever we head out the door, we go through the ritual of using the potty, getting drinks of water, and whatever else so that I don't have to deal with it at the store. We weren't even 10 minutes in Home Depot today and Myles announces he needs to go the bathroom. I'm thinking," We just went, I'll hurry, and we'll go home." WRONG! Myles begins jumping up and down, and shouting,"I need to go number 2, MOM!" By now people are looking. So we go to the restroom. I have no difficulty finding it since we visit their restroom every time we shop. Our bathroom visits to Home Depot usually consist of Samantha touching everything in sight, Myles singing at the top of his lungs and only takes a break when he wants to describe what just went in the toliet, and I'm trying to stay calm. You should see the looks and chuckles I get from other woman. 30 minutes later we exit to continue our shopping. We get to the isle we were previously in, and guess who announces she needs to go? I even tried to get her to go. After 5 minutes of yanking on my arm, I give in and we spend another 30 minutes in the bathroom. Why does it have to take them so long? I"m thinking,'Git in there -n- git er done!" So after a very eventful visit to Home Depot's restrooms, we left. I wasn't giving them another chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-1635395074777336340?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/1635395074777336340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=1635395074777336340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1635395074777336340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/1635395074777336340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-are-they-thinking.html' title='What are they thinking?'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9rzVhb1iMI/AAAAAAAAABA/aBOIo16XvKs/s72-c/mylesboots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-7823677668493177944</id><published>2008-03-13T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:08:03.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9lfUhb1iJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Fwk9iQOyYcc/s1600-h/DSCF0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177274052816242834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9lfUhb1iJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Fwk9iQOyYcc/s200/DSCF0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9le7Bb1iII/AAAAAAAAAAg/BSf2IUQpiwQ/s1600-h/DSCF0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177273614729578626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9le7Bb1iII/AAAAAAAAAAg/BSf2IUQpiwQ/s200/DSCF0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Little Princess turned 3 in December and what a "ball" we had! My living room was a sea of shiny, glitter, twirling dresses complete with giggles and high-pitched squealing! I loved every minute of it. Samantha is all girl and can't wait to have her ears pierced so she can have "pokey things" in her ears like Mommy. She truly has been a delight and joy in our lives and I'm looking forward to many more birthdays with pink shiny stuff!  Here a few pictures of her with her friends.&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/5585684771941046469-7823677668493177944?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/7823677668493177944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=7823677668493177944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/7823677668493177944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/7823677668493177944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-little-princess.html' title='Our Little Princess'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9lfUhb1iJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Fwk9iQOyYcc/s72-c/DSCF0065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585684771941046469.post-7169325690827955676</id><published>2008-03-12T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:53:45.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toby the Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9hQrxb1iFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2_WklRNa37M/s1600-h/DSCF0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176976484597074002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9hQrxb1iFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2_WklRNa37M/s320/DSCF0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally went over the edge and bought a dog. Per Jeremy, it had to be a purebreed. We've got ourselves an AKC certified chocolate labrador retriever. And let me tell you, he is AKC certified to chew on everything in sight! The children have learned to keep their slippers on, lest their toes become his next victim. And there is no more running around barefoot in the backyard, because I don't think I have the stomach to clean dog poop off little toes. Oh, and have I mentioned the spots on my carpet? A few weeks after getting him, I noticed dark spots all over my carpet in our computer room. Toby is only allowed in the kitchen and computer room. At first I couldn't figure out what it was coming from, and then I noticed Toby walking around, hangin' loose with urine just dripping from you know what. AND he did not care. That is such a boy thing. Luckily I had planned on removing the carpet, this will just speed up the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy is proud of his pure breed and so is Myles. We don't even have to ask Myles to help us take care of him. He wants to do it. He loves that dog and Toby loves him. I think they will grow up to be best buds. Sammie is finally accustomed to having Toby greet her with one of those big knock-her-over hugs. At first she'd scream bloody murder. Now she just lays there quietly on the ground (Toby straddling her-his way of saying hello) and waits until I rescue her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all the work, we love our new addition. I wonder what he'll think of our next addition. Thank goodness it will come with diapers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585684771941046469-7169325690827955676?l=jeremyandangela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/feeds/7169325690827955676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5585684771941046469&amp;postID=7169325690827955676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/7169325690827955676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5585684771941046469/posts/default/7169325690827955676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeremyandangela.blogspot.com/2008/03/toby-dog.html' title='Toby the Dog'/><author><name>Jeremy and Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460133878405448931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9ldDhb1iHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAq6igjIF8Y/S220/DSC_3416%2520(Small).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DccAHP1M_XQ/R9hQrxb1iFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2_WklRNa37M/s72-c/DSCF0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
