<?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-1700685483836148504</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:18:40.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1808004420604315292</id><published>2010-08-13T10:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:36:38.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea Me and Positive Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I fixed my blog without having to call Shelley or someone else.  Here are some things I am looking forward to since I am not looking forward to school starting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Spending the weekend with my family at the river in Waco celebrating my niece's 17th Birthday.  What sweet and blessed child Rylee is.  Poor DW has to stay at home and work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Reagan's August Birthday Party.  Reagan had asked me back in the Spring if she could have her kids party in the summer.  I said, "Shoot yea!!"  This make it way easier on me in December since so much else is going on then.  She will still have her family party then but at least she will get to do something she likes for her party and with friends - swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Ranger game with Amy and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Reagan's new teachers.  (Even though I am not looking foward to the rigidity of a school schedule, I am looking forward to working with the people I am entrusting my child too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Getting our new pig barn.  I just hope it is up in time for the new babies to come to our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Picking out Reagan's pigs for the coming stock show year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Labor Day weekend.  I want to be in Weatherford all weekend at my sister's pool but I am cathing a little flack from my niece Rylee and Reagan.  They want to stay in Hamilton.  This is the first year in a long time that HISD has taken Monday off and we could have 3 days of mean pool volleyball games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  My cousin's wedding in October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  I think that is enough to get me through for a while.  One more thing that I need to brag about.  My cousin, Jennifer McFalls, who played softball for A&amp;amp;M and then was on the Olympic Softball teams is now an Assistant coach at Texas.  I don't particularly like the orange but it is a great opportunity for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1808004420604315292?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1808004420604315292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1808004420604315292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1808004420604315292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1808004420604315292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2010/08/yea-me-and-positive-thoughts.html' title='Yea Me and Positive Thoughts'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-7963869024223862941</id><published>2010-05-27T10:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:52:42.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmer's Bounty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know. I haven't blogged in a VERY long time. I don't really know why except that I didn't feel like sharing. Yes, I was being selfish. However, this is my favorite time of year to get my camera out. HARVEST TIME. I blog about this every year but I love to watch our crop go from dirt to green to golden. Is there going to be enough rain? Will we get a late freeze and freeze it out? Will the army worms eat it all? Will a hail storm blow through just as it is heading out and destroy it? Or will God's light shine on us and enough rain will fall and we will reap a bountiful harvest? This year all the pieces fit. Our oats were beautiful and bountiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year since Henlee was born, I take pictures of DW with his girls right before the crop is harvested. If you are a regular to my blog, you see the annual picture change. This is the time of year for about 4-6 weeks that we see very little of our DW. He leaves the house early to check and feed our cows because he can't go at lunch, he gets home around 8:30 or 9:00 at night and eats a bite with us, and then he goes to bail hay until midnight or later. The girls get very excited when they see their Daddy and it also gives DW a little jump start to hear their squeals and laughter when he walks in the door. It makes a Mom/wife's heart melt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the title for my post - a Farmer's Bounty. I will let the pictures speak for themselves now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475977568806973506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/S_6Ulfq_MEI/AAAAAAAAAss/E68mhAHAsg0/s400/100_3350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/S_6NdgIXMII/AAAAAAAAAsU/W4X-PrB4TxI/s1600/100_3353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475969734909833346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/S_6NdgIXMII/AAAAAAAAAsU/W4X-PrB4TxI/s400/100_3353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/S_6NdObW7OI/AAAAAAAAAsM/uBxPqQbkKHA/s1600/100_3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475969730157669602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/S_6NdObW7OI/AAAAAAAAAsM/uBxPqQbkKHA/s400/100_3355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/S_6NczD_S0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/npCWL9YAiHY/s1600/100_3360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475969722811894594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/S_6NczD_S0I/AAAAAAAAAsE/npCWL9YAiHY/s400/100_3360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sisterly Love.  By the way, Reagan is the best big sister Henlee could have ever hoped to have.  I tell Reagan she is as good a big sister to Henlee as Lisa is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-7963869024223862941?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7963869024223862941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=7963869024223862941&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7963869024223862941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7963869024223862941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2010/05/farmers-bounty.html' title='Farmer&apos;s Bounty'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/S_6Ulfq_MEI/AAAAAAAAAss/E68mhAHAsg0/s72-c/100_3350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-659547322061786631</id><published>2009-12-29T08:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:41:26.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire, Fire, and FIRE</title><content type='html'>Between the hours of 11:00 A. M. Christmas Eve and noon on Christmas Day, we managed to have 3 fires in our house and our house is still standing.  Here is a little synopsis of each:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FIRST FIRE:  If you will recall, it was very cold here on Christmas Eve so before DW left for work, he lit a fire in our wood stove.  Now we love that wood stove and use it to basically heat our entire house which is a good thing right.  Well, the only problem is when the wind blows 40 mph and it is wet wind, the smoke has a tendency to come back down and spill into our house.  This is what happened on Thursday.  I was at my Mom's helping get the food ready for Christmas Eve night and my sister has stayed at my house with the girls.  She calls and says the house is filling up with smoke.  I call DW and he heads home to see what he can do about it.  Well, sometimes, if you can get the fire hot enough, it will take the smoke back so he tried adding more wood.  That only seemed to exacerbate the problem so then he decides he just needs to get the burning wood and coals out of the house.  (This is not his first rodeo.)  My sister said when she saw a burning log on my kitchen tile, she quickly moved the girls back to the back room.  Because also I think DW was spewing a few expletives.  Anyway, he managed to get it taken care of but we smelt like we had been at a campfire all weekend and my house smelled like we hosted INSIDE  the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FIRE TWO:  Christmas morning I managed to start a fire in our oven.  I had put together a breakfast casserole the day before and all that needed to be done was to bake it.  Well, on the 23rd we had the girls' family birthday and our good friend Amy brought the cutest Frosty miramac (spelling ?) plate with fabulous banana nut bread on it.  Well, you know how things get crazy and you run out of room on your cabinets so you sometimes put things in your oven just to get them out of the way?  Well, that is all good and fine except don't preheat the oven and leave that stuff in there.  You will have melted and burning Frosty all over your oven racks and the bottom of your oven.  You will also have to scrape him out - which is no easy task, just ask DW - before you can cook the breakfast casserole.  All turned out well in the end.  Everyone loved the casserole but poor Frosty is in hard melted junks probably at the bottom of the dumpster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FIRE THREE:  After the fire in the oven and before opening presents - my girls sleep late no matter if Santa has been there - DW decided to add more wood to our stove.  As he was doing this, a coal fell out onto his oven mitt and managed to burn a hole through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have pictures of my oven fire that hopefully I can post sometime but if you want to come by and smell my new parfume -Smoke`you are more than welcome to but I don't suggest you buy any for yourself.  It is way overrated.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, DW is a fire bug and has always loved fires but I think he maybe had enough this weekend.  Happy New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-659547322061786631?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/659547322061786631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=659547322061786631&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/659547322061786631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/659547322061786631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/12/fire-fire-and-fire.html' title='Fire, Fire, and FIRE'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-2428321369693105007</id><published>2009-11-05T08:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:35:24.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 40 in Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Finally, proof that I actually did take DW to Vegas for his 40th birthday and proof of how much FUN we had.  We laughed and we laughed and then we laughed some more.  Thank you Doug, Tammy, Dave, and Beck for making this a birthday to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400632760412764658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SvLm4b69efI/AAAAAAAAAq8/5ClmgqWyzIU/s400/thecrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SvLtnF9_cxI/AAAAAAAAArc/I0mpFPfhFSI/s1600-h/dougandtam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400640159043515154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SvLtnF9_cxI/AAAAAAAAArc/I0mpFPfhFSI/s400/dougandtam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SvLm45hiEyI/AAAAAAAAArU/JtNn_TfmVCg/s1600-h/daveandbeck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400632768359174946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SvLm45hiEyI/AAAAAAAAArU/JtNn_TfmVCg/s400/daveandbeck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400640166304004690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SvLtnhBBulI/AAAAAAAAArs/oxZO3YVFdLI/s400/dwandbeck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, Lordy, what kind of surprise awaits DW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400632767091971842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SvLm40zaFwI/AAAAAAAAArM/Rj3uwyI74Z4/s400/dwanddoug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400640166833054050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SvLtni_KYWI/AAAAAAAAAr0/qJHlTGbFTMU/s400/dwandtam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SvLm4cnnm4I/AAAAAAAAAq0/fZgwsTzK7vs/s1600-h/twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400632760600075138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SvLm4cnnm4I/AAAAAAAAAq0/fZgwsTzK7vs/s400/twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is a background story here.  When we were leaving Sunday, these two came out with the same shirt on.  Well, when they were little boys, their Mom always dressed them alike and of course, they hated it.   I'm not sure they looked as adorable as they used to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambo is the next one to turn 40 but she doesn't think she wants to go to Vegas, she is thinking &lt;div align="justify"&gt;blue water, sand, and cabana boys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-2428321369693105007?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/2428321369693105007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=2428321369693105007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2428321369693105007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2428321369693105007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/11/turning-40-in-vegas.html' title='Turning 40 in Vegas'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SvLm4b69efI/AAAAAAAAAq8/5ClmgqWyzIU/s72-c/thecrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-7228122103774626910</id><published>2009-10-27T16:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:28:39.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SudlAxQKj9I/AAAAAAAAAqA/x6ngXxsp7iA/s1600-h/henlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397393742322372562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SudlAxQKj9I/AAAAAAAAAqA/x6ngXxsp7iA/s400/henlee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Wait for Me!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SudlAlXGWMI/AAAAAAAAAp4/GMNBSN2bzgA/s1600-h/handr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397393739130230978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SudlAlXGWMI/AAAAAAAAAp4/GMNBSN2bzgA/s400/handr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sisters and their pig boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SudlAYKaNGI/AAAAAAAAApw/YtBXIOBbgo8/s1600-h/handandhand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397393735587345506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SudlAYKaNGI/AAAAAAAAApw/YtBXIOBbgo8/s400/handandhand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Headed to feed - oh yea, they don't walk, they ride the gator.  Mom and Dad do the walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SudlAbZXT2I/AAAAAAAAApo/kN2ccqm-m7s/s1600-h/pigbucket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397393736455376738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SudlAbZXT2I/AAAAAAAAApo/kN2ccqm-m7s/s400/pigbucket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Putting the bucket up for the next feeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you haven't already guessed, the pigs have made us spend lots of time together as a family -not that we didn't before, but feeding time has created lots of good memories for us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-7228122103774626910?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7228122103774626910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=7228122103774626910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7228122103774626910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7228122103774626910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/10/pig-boots.html' title='Pig Boots'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SudlAxQKj9I/AAAAAAAAAqA/x6ngXxsp7iA/s72-c/henlee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-4458954539054915016</id><published>2009-10-19T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:29:44.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Buiddy and Patches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Stx9_z4i7xI/AAAAAAAAApg/c10bh7B0gjM/s1600-h/BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394324988895620882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Stx9_z4i7xI/AAAAAAAAApg/c10bh7B0gjM/s400/BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Stx9--ipfII/AAAAAAAAApY/CB7oG1ieei8/s1600-h/Buddy+and+patches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394324974576696450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Stx9--ipfII/AAAAAAAAApY/CB7oG1ieei8/s400/Buddy+and+patches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Stx9-RsNsMI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qtQ8ofN9OK4/s1600-h/Patches+and+Henllee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394324962537222338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Stx9-RsNsMI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qtQ8ofN9OK4/s400/Patches+and+Henllee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the newest members of our family - Buddy (the brown one) and Patches (the pink one with gray "patches").  Back in the middle of September we went to pig sales and purchased these prize pigs for Reagan to show at the County show in January.  We are very excited and nervous pig owners.  There is a lot a person needs to know about pigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Pigs get sunburned - especially the pink or white ones.  Therefore you put sunscreen on them daily and you also call your brother in a panic to come help you put up tarps to protect these little creatures skin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Feed your pigs eggs so their their skin will be pretty for showtime.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Their feed is more expensive than what you feed your own children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Pigs sometimes have to eat yogurt because their digestive tracts are as sensitive as ours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Pigs like toys to play with in their pens.  Patches likes the rubber ball to push around with her snout and also the rubber ducky because he squeaks.  Buddy isn't much into this but he likes to watch Patches play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Each pig has their own personality.  Patches likes to run.  She runs around the back of the barn and back around and waits for you to tell her go.  She constantly bites your boots and sniffs your legs.  Buddy on the other hand would rather eat, drink, and sleep.  He is your typical pig except that I do think he likes baths.  This weekend we loaded the pigs in the trailer and Reagan and I scrubbed Patches and Buddy.  We had a loofah sponges, Suave, and Joy.  Reagan chased Patches around the trailer but Buddy stood quite still while I scrubbed him from snout to tail. (Of course he is a boy pig.)  They were so shiny and beautiful after we were done.  It was a lot easier than I anticipated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  You have to have pig boots or your entryway will smell like pig.  All of us girls now have pig boots.  I have to say I love to see Reagan and Henlee in theirs.  I will try to get a picture and post it because it is the cutest thing ever.  I will spare you the picture of me in mine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  You have to have good people that help you learn about pigs and don't mind when you call 5 times a day because your pig has diarrhea and is throwing up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we love our pigs and I can't even tell you how responsible Reagan is with her pigs.  She feeds every morning before school and then at night.  She knows how many pounds of feed puts a pound on a pig.  She knows that flaky skin will not show well and she baby oils them up.  She knows that Buddy is a bit lazier and may need more walking because he is not as self-motivated as Patches.  Life is good with our pigs and they are "some pigs".  (Remember Wilbur from &lt;em&gt;Charlotte's Web&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-4458954539054915016?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4458954539054915016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=4458954539054915016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4458954539054915016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4458954539054915016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-buiddy-and-patches.html' title='Meet Buiddy and Patches'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Stx9_z4i7xI/AAAAAAAAApg/c10bh7B0gjM/s72-c/BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-6384686108168626345</id><published>2009-09-25T09:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:33:36.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Girls Are Going to the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of you know but in case you missed the news brief, Reagan and I and friends are headed to see Taylor Swift and the Pickler tonight at the American Airlines Center.  We have highly anticipated this day for MANY months.  I will update you after the big night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-6384686108168626345?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6384686108168626345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=6384686108168626345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6384686108168626345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6384686108168626345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/09/country-girls-are-going-to-city.html' title='Country Girls Are Going to the City'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-4862611317941012705</id><published>2009-09-12T14:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:13:53.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School....Four Weeks Later</title><content type='html'>I know I am a little behind times but blasted, that seems to be my life lately.  Some things just have to take a back seat and blogging is one of them.  Anyway, here is my sweet girls first day of school pictures.  She is really enjoying school - except the going to bed early and getting up early.  She is a child of her Mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv9Y8eCCPI/AAAAAAAAApI/RRA88EIxDCo/s1600-h/100_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380672784814967026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv9Y8eCCPI/AAAAAAAAApI/RRA88EIxDCo/s400/100_0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv7-FVUnNI/AAAAAAAAApA/MWXuZhWFFUU/s1600-h/100_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380671223826259154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv7-FVUnNI/AAAAAAAAApA/MWXuZhWFFUU/s400/100_0364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole family!!  Look how thrilled Reagan is:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv798PaGmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/7IJi92g0qDI/s1600-h/100_0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380671221385534050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv798PaGmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/7IJi92g0qDI/s400/100_0369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We always come to town and take pictures with Aunt Joy and my Mom.  It is just something we have done since preschool.  A big day in all of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv79OgHtNI/AAAAAAAAAow/JeBjyXb8WAY/s1600-h/100_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380671209107600594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv79OgHtNI/AAAAAAAAAow/JeBjyXb8WAY/s400/100_0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv784a81nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/qxbNVqCfraE/s1600-h/100_0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380671203180336754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv784a81nI/AAAAAAAAAoo/qxbNVqCfraE/s400/100_0372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is the first picture of me with her ever on her first day of any school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv78fq7OgI/AAAAAAAAAog/44DNWVQ0q-Q/s1600-h/100_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380671196536453634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv78fq7OgI/AAAAAAAAAog/44DNWVQ0q-Q/s400/100_0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course, Reagan with her teacher.  I wonder how long Reagan is going to let me follow her into school to take her picture with her teacher.  I will push until I can push no more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-4862611317941012705?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4862611317941012705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=4862611317941012705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4862611317941012705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4862611317941012705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-schoolfour-weeks-later.html' title='First Day of School....Four Weeks Later'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv9Y8eCCPI/AAAAAAAAApI/RRA88EIxDCo/s72-c/100_0366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-3014091638293394370</id><published>2009-09-12T14:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:47:50.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so here are the rest of my niece's sweet sixteenth birthday pictures. She is a wonderful young lady who everyone would love to have as their niece, but too bad, she is mine. She is funny, smart, loves God, loves her family, and knows where she is going (most of the time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380663333900446674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv0y1Ea69I/AAAAAAAAAng/0yo2GbZvzbw/s400/100_0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380663338905247330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv0zHtqHmI/AAAAAAAAAno/BeHxPRlIATw/s400/100_0333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Friday before her birthday we spent fishing at the creek. We had a blast. Thanks Rylee for letting me take you fishing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380663349254150274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv0zuRB2II/AAAAAAAAAnw/Ou0A8Fn8fl4/s400/100_0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She helped me fold clothes before we went to eat that night. Now that is pure love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv0z9znfaI/AAAAAAAAAn4/bgF6ErjoIHo/s1600-h/100_0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380663353425755554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv0z9znfaI/AAAAAAAAAn4/bgF6ErjoIHo/s400/100_0341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lisa (her Mom and my sister) and the birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380663358433832930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv00Qdor-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/C8sPbzTilqA/s400/100_0349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Her Dad arrives with her birthday present - her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380664432142128514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv1ywVpFYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/w2EVBqqOj18/s400/100_0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2 little girls who adore her - pay attention Reagan and Henlee she is a fine example to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380669736489446082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv6ngkl6sI/AAAAAAAAAoY/cZzz9lFah2Y/s400/100_0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally back home for a little birthday brownies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-3014091638293394370?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3014091638293394370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=3014091638293394370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3014091638293394370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3014091638293394370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-sixteen.html' title='Sweet Sixteen'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sqv0y1Ea69I/AAAAAAAAAng/0yo2GbZvzbw/s72-c/100_0326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-2307607275717627883</id><published>2009-08-26T08:13:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:07:23.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from the Summer Past</title><content type='html'>Girl's Night at the races. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVMJpAGbeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/04di5olYd6E/s1600-h/696926112805_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374285458845363682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVMJpAGbeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/04di5olYd6E/s400/696926112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVMJdrKlxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/1Q3xYiRQfHg/s1600-h/307926112805_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374285455804765970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVMJdrKlxI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/1Q3xYiRQfHg/s400/307926112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVMI59dDZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/RSYaOdfF3xk/s1600-h/507926112805_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374285446217797010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVMI59dDZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/RSYaOdfF3xk/s400/507926112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVMIrK8gqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/qy_kqYJSNuU/s1600-h/717926112805_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374285442247852706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVMIrK8gqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/qy_kqYJSNuU/s400/717926112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are pictures from our Port Aransas trip that we took at the end of June. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374265557374931586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpU6DOPzEoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/akqiFDx7ANc/s400/167649112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt; These two turn 40 this Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVBWZl9ryI/AAAAAAAAAmY/2F3rivjpcFM/s1600-h/969647112805_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374273583419600674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVBWZl9ryI/AAAAAAAAAmY/2F3rivjpcFM/s400/969647112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vance wore this shirt just for Lisa and Lee. Lisa and Lee arrived a day later than we did so this was just a little salt in the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVBV6dDuQI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/yHP-lyITf_4/s1600-h/816108112805_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374273575060748546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVBV6dDuQI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/yHP-lyITf_4/s400/816108112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVAoUiyiOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/693rlFnc0-Q/s1600-h/590340212805_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374272791790127330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVAoUiyiOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/693rlFnc0-Q/s400/590340212805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVAoKQEUmI/AAAAAAAAAl4/QyJIYgirQfY/s1600-h/574701212805_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374272789027246690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVAoKQEUmI/AAAAAAAAAl4/QyJIYgirQfY/s400/574701212805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The youngest of our crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVAndbym6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/7AuWpEa-D1o/s1600-h/506108112805_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374272776996821922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVAndbym6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/7AuWpEa-D1o/s400/506108112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On a mission to see who has taken her&lt;em&gt; Fearless Fifteen&lt;/em&gt; book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpU_gebNuRI/AAAAAAAAAlY/IqpEsD-QOgk/s1600-h/470340212805_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374271557492128018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpU_gebNuRI/AAAAAAAAAlY/IqpEsD-QOgk/s400/470340212805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Durants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpU_f0vgI9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/YRTx2V5VUFY/s1600-h/287986112805_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374271546302931922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpU_f0vgI9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/YRTx2V5VUFY/s400/287986112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two of my favorite girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpU_ffxAJvI/AAAAAAAAAlA/2ySyqNrV2y0/s1600-h/270279112805_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374271540672079602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpU_ffxAJvI/AAAAAAAAAlA/2ySyqNrV2y0/s400/270279112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Wagners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpU_fOnNspI/AAAAAAAAAk4/yQs1hcFOEKU/s1600-h/212109112805_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374271536067621522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpU_fOnNspI/AAAAAAAAAk4/yQs1hcFOEKU/s400/212109112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpU6EdQ4jBI/AAAAAAAAAko/om8e89ODtFk/s1600-h/590340212805_0_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374275926071526242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVDewptQ2I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Pi9AgIFDIcg/s400/295108112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"I don't want this vacation to end!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me neither baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late July, my Mom, Lisa, Bryce, Rylee, and Reagan struck out in the car and headed West. While in Arizona my Mom fell over a trash bag that the maid had left in the hallway and Lisa had to take her to the emergency room. We thought she had broken her arm and as a matter of fact when she returned to Texas and had it re-x-rayed, she had chipped it. No cast was needed and she is much better now. They had the best time in Winslow Arizona and came back singing "Take It Easy" by the Eagles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374272781817542194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVAnvZI9jI/AAAAAAAAAlw/At5w6rqtchs/s400/525811212805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374273594292421058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVBXCGPwcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RK7bOCMzA-0/s400/974452212805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374272769329248386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVAnA3suII/AAAAAAAAAlg/RJ5qXBTLmjs/s400/465572212805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our Cousin Reunion at the first of August. I posted about our upcoming reunion a few weeks ago and how excited I was. Well, I think it surpassed everyone's expectations plus some. We are a fun family and have a great time when we are together. We floated the river, we played washers, some people skied (Bryce, Rylee, Reagan, DW, and Lee), and we karaoked until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374271549384189186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpU_gAOIZQI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/oZYQXtA8MXA/s400/414894112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374273589200585778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVBWvIQhDI/AAAAAAAAAmg/o3bLQFBcE3I/s400/973894112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374273570308592226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVBVowDkmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/VeNM6O7YVP4/s400/707775112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Henlee thought we were pretty funny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And last but not least, we celebrated Rylee's 16th birthday!! We went fishing on Friday, Horny Toad Friday night, breakfast at Doughboys Saturday morning, dinner at Cirlce T, and breakfast at Momo's Sunday morning. It was rather festive all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374280736832843026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVH2yIlbRI/AAAAAAAAAm4/81kbc_sb35M/s400/922993112805_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-2307607275717627883?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/2307607275717627883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=2307607275717627883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2307607275717627883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2307607275717627883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/08/pics-from-summer-past.html' title='Pics from the Summer Past'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SpVMJpAGbeI/AAAAAAAAAnY/04di5olYd6E/s72-c/696926112805_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1291966922889836830</id><published>2009-08-07T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:31:29.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life - that is what has been happening around our house lately, nothing big, just life. I don't really have anything particular to blog about today but I wanted a new post so here are my thoughts for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. You probably noticed my new song on my playlist, "People are Crazy" by Billy Currington. I love this song. I think it has a lot to say if you listen to the words. Basically, I think it says, always be kind and nice to people; regardless of how long or how short we know people, we do leave impressions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. I guess nobody liked my book idea because nobody participated. Therefore, I will tell you what I am reading whether you want to know or not. I am currently reading the latest book in the Gabriel Allon series written by Daniel Silva, "The Defector". Gabriel, an art restorer and an assassin for the Mossad (the Israeli intelligence office), is out to protect a Russian intelligence officer that helped him bring down the biggest arms dealer in history. A friend of mine started me on this series and brings me the books after he has read them. He says this is Silva's best book yet. I am twenty pages in and I think I agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. We have started a new "allowance" program at our house. I don't really believe in allowances but I think this idea is a good way to teach Reagan about earning and the importance of saving. This is how it works: On Mondays she gets $1.00. She gets this regardless of whether she is good, bad, or ugly so it is her good, bad, or ugly dollar. Then as she completes tasks that her and I sat down and wrote and put dollar values on, I add to her allowance (for example, if she gives/takes a bath with Henlee and will wash her while I pick up around the house, then she earns at least $1.00 and can be up to $2.00). On Fridays or Saturdays, we count to see how much she earned and if she wants to buy something then she can use her money. Otherwise, it stays in the cup and on Sunday what she has left in the cup, she earns 10% interest on. (I wish my money was growing at 10%.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I stole this idea from a friend of mine and I thought it was an excellent idea. She actually coined the phrase good, bad, or ugly dollar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Reagan has actually been home this week - SURPRISE!! I loved having her home and visiting with her. She is growing up so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Henlee is such a pill. She loves to be outside so she helps Daddy a lot, like spraying wasp nests, feeding the dog and cats, checking the cows, feeding the fish, etc. The other night I painted her fingernails and toes for the first time. She was so proud and was excited to show off her new toes. That same night she got my lip gloss and preceded to put it on. I tried to take a picture but my camera was dead. We had lip gloss from ear to ear and in each nostril.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. This weekend we are having our cousin reunion. It used to be only the first cousins but now it has been decided to include everyone - my mom and her siblings, the first cousins and their children along with their children. At first I was reluctant to this idea because I am the youngest first cousin by 7 years and I am the one with young children that require extra tending. But after a little time to contemplate this, I am very excited. I love my aunts and uncle and my first counsins and I want my children to have the opportunity to love these people the way I do. Family is important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. I do have internet at my house now but now my dock for my camera is lost. If it is not one thing, it is another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a super weekend and remember to smile and be nice to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1291966922889836830?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1291966922889836830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1291966922889836830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1291966922889836830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1291966922889836830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-4051189751019165717</id><published>2009-07-23T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:39:09.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Gasp, An Asp!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How many of you have seen the cute fuzzy little caterpillar (puss moth caterpillar) called an Asp?  I hadn't until last night.  Henlee was walking in the back door and grabbed the railing like she always does but she stopped on the second step and then she started screaming.  I thought she had been stung by a wasp.  I took her inside and right below her elbow a oval shaped welp appeared.  I put Benadryl topical on it and then I gave her some liquid Benadryl.  She is still screaming.  DW comes home and then he goes outside to find the culprit that is making his little princess so upset.  He found it all right.  Right on the railing where Henlee had been.  I start calling all my people - my sister, Joy, my brother-in-law, my sister again, Becky.  Becky rushes over with Sting Kill and identifies the creature as an asp.  We put ice, meat tenderizer, and then my sister calls back with info from the internet.  The internet says that fine little hairs may still be inbedded in her arm and that we should put tape on it and jerk it off.  What fun.  We did this a few times - me, Becky, and DW.  This all started at 6:30 P.M. and she was still crying off and on at 4:00 A. M.  Also, she wouldn't let me put her down during this time so I ate, used the bathroom, etc. holding the little victim.  She is much better this morning but you can still see the imprint of the asp on her arm.  I went to wake Reagan this morning and she asked how her sister was and I told her better.  She said good, she needed some sleep.  I told her we all did.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If anyone wants to see what an asp looks like, I have it at the office.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-4051189751019165717?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4051189751019165717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=4051189751019165717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4051189751019165717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4051189751019165717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-gasp-asp.html' title='Oh Gasp, An Asp!!'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-260326281926486149</id><published>2009-07-21T14:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:15:08.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SmYZamSFBXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mnmbTKTsSSU/s1600-h/July+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000351174821234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SmYZamSFBXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mnmbTKTsSSU/s400/July+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SmYZad0z2gI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cXz91pFUeUc/s1600-h/July+2009+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000348904577538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SmYZad0z2gI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cXz91pFUeUc/s400/July+2009+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SmYZaPNjtAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/hjkm7iTQrgg/s1600-h/July+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000344981844994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SmYZaPNjtAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/hjkm7iTQrgg/s400/July+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SmYZZvSYJ7I/AAAAAAAAAjk/IocQ-Dg_8NE/s1600-h/July+2009+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000336412125106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SmYZZvSYJ7I/AAAAAAAAAjk/IocQ-Dg_8NE/s400/July+2009+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SmYZZTFOtkI/AAAAAAAAAjc/DfLDQ5oHIbg/s1600-h/July+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000328840787522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SmYZZTFOtkI/AAAAAAAAAjc/DfLDQ5oHIbg/s400/July+2009+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year since Reagan was 6 months old, these kids have had their picture taken together. My child is such an amazon compared to her friends. The boy is 6months older than Reagan and his little sister is 2 years younger. His mother always jokes that Reagan can't wear heels at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I still don't have internet service at my house.  These pictures happened to be uploaded on my computer at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-260326281926486149?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/260326281926486149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=260326281926486149&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/260326281926486149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/260326281926486149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-pics.html' title='4th of July Pics'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SmYZamSFBXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mnmbTKTsSSU/s72-c/July+2009+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1068438424917130811</id><published>2009-06-30T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:00:21.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much Luck Here</title><content type='html'>Okay here goes from beginning of vacation to present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  You all know Henlee was sick when we left and the PA prescribed a Sulfa based drug (which most likely Henlee is allergic to and she wasn't supposed to be exposed to the sun).  I rebelled and did not give it to her.  She was better by Sunday.  Her poor thumb though began to look horrible.  It had huge blisters and looked nasty.  UPDATE:  We saw Dr . Robbye yesterday for our 18 month well check and she gave us pencillin.  Thank you Dr. Robbye.  Henlee is in the 75% on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I get sick on vacation.  Started with a sore throat and one canker sore in my mouth on Wednesday.  It all grew into huge canker sores and blisters in mouth by Friday.  Running fever, couldn't eat or drink very well.  Felt the worst every yesterday.  UPDATE:  Saw Dr. Robbye at the same time as Henlee.  She have me some mouthwash that numbs my mouth so that I can at least drink a little and swallow a little yogurt or ice cream so I can take my meds(I wanted I diet plan that was fool proof, I guess I got it) and some anti-viral medicine.  I think Henlee had Hand-foot-mouth and kindly gave it to her mother.  Anyhoo, I am at least up to 75% today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  We got ready to pull out on Saturday from the coast and we had a flat on our 5th wheel.  Thank goodness DW is always prepared and the other guys helped out and it was changed in no time.  It was hotter than HADES that morning.  We were all soaked and changed clothes before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  We got home Saturday afternoon around 4:30.  I felt like junk.  We carried in all the dirty clothes and sheets and towels.  Need I remind you we were gon 8 days, 3 adults sometiems 4 and at least 2 sometimes 3 children were living in our trailer.  Do the math girls.  Lots and lots and lots of laundry.  I knew that it would take me all day Sunday just to get a grip on things so I started on Saturday.  I went to move the third load to the dryer and my utility room floor was wet.  My washer went out.  Not just a hose but leaking from the tub.  So Sunday morning we load all the clothes up in my Mother's car and she does it for me.  Now my Mom likes to do laundry but when my Mom says "that was a lot of laundry" you know it was bad.  Oh and did I mention that I still felt like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Did you notice there are still no pictures?  Well, I called when I got back and they really don't know when it will be fixed.  The pole is up but now they are waiting on the Electric Company.  My kids will be graduating from high school but I will still be posting pictures of when they were 8 and 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week.  I know I am looking up because I don't think I can go down any further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1068438424917130811?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1068438424917130811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1068438424917130811&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1068438424917130811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1068438424917130811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-much-luck-here.html' title='Not Much Luck Here'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-3621357781720371994</id><published>2009-06-18T15:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:58:20.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my Luck</title><content type='html'>You know I told you we were going on vacation, leaving tomorrow.  Well, yesterday Henlee starts running a fever (only symptom other than a little hoarse) and she has this cut/sticker red place on her thumb.  So I quickly call the doctor this morning.  Take her in, get antibiotics, sticker, if there is one, may come out in a few days, and her throat is a little red.  I go pick up the medicine and it is a sulfa drug.  I don't know that Henlee is allergic to sulfa drugs but I am and Reagan is.  How much money you wanna bet that Henlee is too?  Oh, more good news, this particular drug makes her more susceptible to the sun.  GREAT!!! WE ARE ONLY GOING TO THE BEACH FOR 8 DAYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-3621357781720371994?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3621357781720371994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=3621357781720371994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3621357781720371994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3621357781720371994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-my-luck.html' title='Just my Luck'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-5021224500202603677</id><published>2009-06-17T08:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:26:32.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Editing</title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious.  I think someone should have edited my blog before I posted it.  I am totally embarrassed that I wrote hear instead of here.  Bloggy friends out there, call and tell me when it is that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-5021224500202603677?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5021224500202603677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=5021224500202603677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5021224500202603677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5021224500202603677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/06/editing.html' title='Editing'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-7982786883548036205</id><published>2009-06-16T15:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:25:20.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Leavin In A......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4-door Chevrolet pickup pulling a 5th wheel heading to Port Aransas for a week. Yea for me. Not as noble as spending a week doing missionary work in Honduras like my blogger friend Shelley (read about it here &lt;a href="http://haleshousehold.blogspot.com)/"&gt;http://haleshousehold.blogspot.com)/&lt;/a&gt; or as romantic as going to the Bahamas with my husband for our anniversary like Betsy (read about it here &lt;a href="http://killianfamilynews.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://killianfamilynews.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;), but I am headed with dear friends and family to do nothing that I really don't want to do and a lot of the things I do want to do - like read, visit, watch the kids be kids, drink fruity drinks, and worship the sun. I don't know about you but trying to make sure everyone has enough underwear for 8 days is quite a chore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As you can tell, there are still no pictures and that equates to still now internet service at home. They are now blaming the electric company. Maybe by the time I get back, they will have all the kinks worked out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reagan is at softball camp this week in Midlothian. My cousin (who played softball for the Texas Aggies and also played on the 1996 and 2000 Olympic Softball teams) coaches in Midlothian and is having her camp this week. Ms. Reagan insisted on going even though her Mom was a little unsure. For one, she is staying up there with people she knows but it is not like she "knows" them if you get my drift. Secondly, she doesn't know anyone else at the camp besides Jennifer. I am astounded that she was this confident. I am very proud of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another Reagan moment I have to brag about happened this past weekend at the local triathlon. Reagan did it and was very proud of herself. She did great in the swim (came out 2nd) but the transition (or as her Daddy calls it the pitstop) did not go so well for her. She fell way behind. Anyway, she finished and was proud of herself. The official accidentally named her as the 3rd place finisher in the girls her age division. Reagan was very excited to have the medal, yada, yada, yada. But I knew she didn't finish 3rd and told them. I also told Reagan and told her to think about how she would feel if she had really finished 3rd and they had given it to someone else. I left it up to her to make the right decision. She sat there a little while and then she walked over to the other girl and told her, "This medal is really yours. You finished 3rd." I was so proud of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so now you want to know about little miss Henlee. Well, she is quite independent. Absolutely insists on feeding herself. If you don't let her, she won't eat. She loves to be outside and go up and down the porch steps - by herself none the less. It is hilarious to watch her back up to sit down on the steps. I wish I could show you a picture. Please say a prayer for Henlee on Friday that she is patient and takes a long nap on the trip to Port Aransas. This would help everyones' nerves a lot. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, now on to the book club thingy I was trying to get started. Are none of you reading out there or what? I am reading Brad Thor's Scot Harvath series right now. They are about a Secret Service Agent turned covert operative Scot Harvath who is constantly fighting the war on terror. I love CIA type books and I especially like series where the characters are recurring. I think I have 2 more books in his series before I am caught up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Newsflash for all you Janet Evanovich's Plum series fanatics. Her new book, &lt;em&gt;Finger Lickin' Fifteen &lt;/em&gt;hits the shelves on Tuesday. If you haven't read any of these books, you must. They are laugh-out-loud funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a great week and hold the fort down while I do nothing.&lt;/div&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/1700685483836148504-7982786883548036205?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7982786883548036205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=7982786883548036205&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7982786883548036205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7982786883548036205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-leavin-in.html' title='I&apos;m Leavin In A......'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-6301732091910092926</id><published>2009-06-05T11:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:40:52.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Footnote</title><content type='html'>Okay, in last week's blog, I said that I wanted to start blogging about the books we are reading.  I finished John Grisham's &lt;em&gt;The Associate &lt;/em&gt;last weekend.  I kind of gave you the synopsis last week and it was an okay book, I hated the ending.  I don't like books that leave doors open and don't tell you exactly what happened and you basically have to finish it.  Too many possiblities.  You know I am a pretty black and white girl, I don't like much gray, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am reading &lt;em&gt;Love the One You're With&lt;/em&gt; by Emily Giffin and almost done with it.  It is an easy read.  The main character, Ellen, is married to her best friend's brother, Andy.  Andy is from a wealthy Southern family, a lawyer, an all around great guy.  Ellen grew up in Pittsburg and lost her Mom to breast cancer while she was still in school.  Needless to say, Ellen runs in to her first "true" love, Leo, which stirs up emotions she thought were long gone and replaced by her love for her husband.  Will she stay in the secure, safe life she has with Andy or will she trade it for something that is a little darker and more mysterious?  ( Just 30 more pages and I will find out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have enjoyed this book.  It makes you do a little introspection of yourself.  If you were Ellen what would you do?  For me, I like safety and security, and the sensible and practical side of me chooses Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Hometown is promising my country-fried internet (Betsy's term) will be up and running next week.  I am holding them too it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-6301732091910092926?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6301732091910092926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=6301732091910092926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6301732091910092926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6301732091910092926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/06/fridays-footnote.html' title='Friday&apos;s Footnote'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-6912047873975444589</id><published>2009-05-28T08:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:46:15.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, Blah, Blah</title><content type='html'>I still don't have any internet service at my house so therefore no pictures with this post. If any of you see Larry and any of his goons on the street would you tell him that you sure would appreciate it if he would get Kristi Wagner's internet service up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now with that out of the way, this will be another post where you are privileged to find out my deepest and darkest thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I sent my daughter to school today even though I think she is trying to get sick. Her throat hurts, her head hurts, her ear aches, and she has a barking cough. But being the good mom that I am, I gave her some ibuprofen and sent her out the door. It is the last full day of school and she was afraid that today would be the last day she would get to see Mrs. Chapman - her favoritest teacher in the whole wide world. Anyway, I told her I would bring her lunch so that I could check on her. So see I'm not so bad afterall and I have emailed Basha so I can get a potion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. I think I should post like this all the time. I had 5, count'em 5, comments on my post from last week. I was pumped. That is the most I have ever had. And I had lots of people tell me that they read my blog all the time and that they love this picture etc. We all need reassurance that we aren't in an empty room talking to ourselves. Thanks guys for the lift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Bonnie over at &lt;a href="http://alphabetsnipes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://alphabetsnipes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; posted about the season premier of Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8. I am sure everyone knows all the troubles they are having right now or else you have been living in a hole. I had DVRd (should this be just a d or ed?) the show and watched it the other night. Kate wrote a book and has been out on her book tour and Jon quit his job so that he could stay home with kids. Well, just like everyone else, except the male/female roles are reversed here, Jon stays home all week wiping noses, fixing meals, cleaning house, taking the kids to school (and maybe stopping at a bar a two), and then Kate swoops in and I am sure complains about the way something was done or not done, instead of just saying thank you for being there for our kids and for me. Jon has lost his identity. And Kate needs to quit griping. She did not put that party on by herself, she had how many assistants? I counted at least five. Us real world people do it by ourselves. Also, she needs to quit complaining about the paparrazzi. What did she expect when she signed on with TLC. She put her family under the microscope at that point. Okay, I could go on forever, but I think Jon hit the nail on the head when he said, "We only wanted to document are children's lives. Now this has become a business." In my not so professional opinion, they need to shut down the cameras and get back to living and loving as a family. They have lost sight of the most important things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. We spent Memorial Day weekend with my sister as I said we would. My niece, nephew, Reagan, and I had a volley tournament type thing we played in the pool. My hands and wrist were so sore on Tuesday. I think Bryce and I had the most with 143. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Do any of you read books? I think we should each do a weekly post on what book we are reading at the time. I am currently reading &lt;em&gt;The Associate&lt;/em&gt; by John Grisham. I am enjoying it and I haven't quite figured out the ending yet and I am half way through. We have Kyle who is fresh out of Yale who wanted to do some public service defense before making his way to the big leagues but a past incident from his fraternity days changes the course he takes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. Last day of school is tomorrow. Yippee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Our wheat is getting harvested today. I took pictures of DW and the girls in the wheat field last night. They are similar to the ones I took of them last year in the oat field. Super Dave came up last night to test it to see if it was ready and he started combining as we were taking the pictures. Henlee rode in the combine with her Daddy and loved it. I have all these pictures ready and waiting. We sat outside with Dave and Beck and the kids and I told Dave how I love to watch the field change through each season. In late summer Dave plows and gets the ground ready for the new crop. Come September, the new crop is planted and before long you can see sprigs of green emerge. Before long it is April and the dark green is fading and is replaced by a lite toasty color. The short green sprigs are now long toasty sprigs and sway with each breath of wind. Now we all start getting excited because it won't be long before it is harvested and we can see the bounty that is produced. Then it all starts over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope everyone is having a great week and that the weekend will be even better.  I am looking forward to taking Reagan swimming on Friday and seeing all of my extended family at a graduation party on Saturday.  &lt;/div&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/1700685483836148504-6912047873975444589?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6912047873975444589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=6912047873975444589&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6912047873975444589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6912047873975444589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah, Blah, Blah'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-4007479574885955680</id><published>2009-05-20T08:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:06:24.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Frustrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you live in the country your internet options are few and far between. We currently have wireless service through Hometown Computing via a tower at Blue Ridge that is probably going to fall into the gravel pit. To make a long story short, I have not had internet service at my house for 2 weeks. I have had tons of things I want to blog about, and yes I can do it at work, but I can't upload my pictures here, unless I unplug everything from my home computer. (Was that a run on sentence or what.) So I am going to tell you about everything I wanted to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Three weekends ago we spent Saturday afternoon and night with the McAnallys. Amy and I toured the pawn shops looking for bikes. After we ate, Amy took the children to these little gum-ball machines where they have trinkets in them. Each kid could pick what they wanted. Funny guy Gage picked a grey mustache and came out of the restaraunt prouder than punch. It was hilarious. He kind of looked like Captain Kangaroo. (Hopefully I can post this picture soon. No pressure Hometown.) Then we headed to the dirt track in Kileen for Saturday night racing and a demolition derby. The kids loved the derby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Reagan has learned to ride her bike. Thank you Dadu for teaching her. I know you said she learned on her own but you instilled the confidence she needed. And for Mother's Day, DW and the girls gave me a bike. Almost every night, Reagan and I ride to the end of our road and back a couple times. This is quite a feat if you have seen the grade up to our house and she doesn't have gears on her bike. However, last night when we were riding, she decided to try to look back to see where me and Iaka (our dog) were, and she slipped and fell. She skinned her knee up pretty good. Her Daddy told her that that wouldn't be the last bike wreck and she said, "And it probably won't be the worst."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. We went to the dentist the other day and he was talking to Reagan about school and that she was probably just marking time since she didn't have any big test to finish. She quickly told him that they had just finished the TEMI test and so they were done. This cracked me up because for one thing, he doesn't know diddly about TEMI and secondly, Reagan was dead serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Henlee is growing by leaps and bounds. She is constanly wearing everyone's shoes. I think DW and I better start saving our money because she is definitely a shoe gal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. All of my clothes closets and drawers are cleaned out. Yea for me. Now on to the toy closet. I think I should just set a bomb off in this closet and get my friend Patrick to seal it up. They may be easier than trying to sort through the mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. Softball is almost over and I think it is time. Our team started off with a bang and now are struggling. When you aren't winning (specifically getting creamed), the kids are less forgiving of mistakes made by their teammates and aren't very nice and feelings get hurt, yada yada yada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. On a happier note, we are headed to my sister's for the long weekend. Lots of sun and fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8.  I forgot to add this:  Reagan and I are going to see Taylor Swift in September with another Mom and daughter.  We are so psyched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think this post was more for me than all of you because I was feeling the need to blog. I hate that I can't share my pictures with you, but I am hopeful that Larry and his crew will get it fixed SOON. In fact, I think I will call them right now. Ciao &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-4007479574885955680?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4007479574885955680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=4007479574885955680&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4007479574885955680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4007479574885955680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/05/internet-frustrations.html' title='Internet Frustrations'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-8971075979725668301</id><published>2009-05-07T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:25:05.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tagged</title><content type='html'>Amy H tagged me for a fun list of 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mention the person that tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Complete the lists of 8's.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 other bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell them that they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I Look Forward To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 8 days at Port Aransas with my Mom, my sister and her family and the McAnallys camping in our trailers.&lt;br /&gt;2. Race Weekends&lt;br /&gt;3. Spending the weekend with my sister and her kids whether it is here, there, or anywhere&lt;br /&gt;4. Reading my book in my bath tub or really anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;5. Rocking Henlee&lt;br /&gt;6. Swimming in Lisa's pool and playing water volleyball&lt;br /&gt;7. The last day of school&lt;br /&gt;8. More lake trips with the McAnallys, Meldes, and Durants which means more camping weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Worked&lt;br /&gt;2. Ate lunch with my Mom&lt;br /&gt;3. Bought Reagan's teachers and the secretaries at the school hanging plants&lt;br /&gt;4. Fixed chicken spaghetti for supper&lt;br /&gt;5. Played frisbee with Reagan outside while Henlee picked up rocks.&lt;br /&gt;6. Gave the girls a bath&lt;br /&gt;7. Read my book for 15 minutes in the bath tub&lt;br /&gt;8. Rocked Henlee to sleep (such a peaceful time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I wish I could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Run 3 miles without stopping&lt;br /&gt;2. Lose weight&lt;br /&gt;3. Pull our camper so that I wouldn't have to depend on DW when I wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;4. Have a clean house all the time&lt;br /&gt;5. Ride a Horse&lt;br /&gt;6. Not worry so much - relax&lt;br /&gt;7. Stay home with my kids&lt;br /&gt;8. Have more kids except that I really don't want more kids at my age, I guess I wish I had started earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;2. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;3. Private Practice&lt;br /&gt;4. The Unit&lt;br /&gt;5. NCIS&lt;br /&gt;6. The Mentalist&lt;br /&gt;7. Hidden Potential&lt;br /&gt;8. Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for DVR, otherwise I would watch nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Bloggers I tag...&lt;br /&gt;1. Bonnie&lt;br /&gt;2. Chrissy&lt;br /&gt;3. And I think&lt;br /&gt;4. those are the&lt;br /&gt;5. only people&lt;br /&gt;6.left that&lt;br /&gt;7. read&lt;br /&gt;8. my blog&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-8971075979725668301?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8971075979725668301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=8971075979725668301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8971075979725668301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8971075979725668301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-tagged.html' title='I&apos;m Tagged'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-4336630805857017262</id><published>2009-04-27T11:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:58:09.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reagan is absolutely terrified of storms and the thunder and lightening that accompany them.  So this morning she was stuck to me like glue.  Of course we were running behind this morning because little sister decided to be awake from 1:00 until 4:30 and my hiney was dragging.  On days like this we run by the donut shop for pigs-in-a-blanket and this morning was no exception.  Reagan always gets two (2) small plain pigs and I get the jalapeno pig and a diet coke to share.  After I took Henlee in to Bobba's I came back out and asked Reagan if she had finished her pigs and she said,"No, Momma, I have butterflies in my tummy and they are making me full."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-4336630805857017262?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4336630805857017262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=4336630805857017262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4336630805857017262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4336630805857017262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/04/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-8938168590413369232</id><published>2009-04-17T15:44:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:55:54.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>Finally, some Easter pictures. Henlee doesn't allow me to sit at the computer much anymore unless she gets to put in her two cents worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an absolute fabulous Easter weekend at my sister's. We used to spend all of our time shopping when we went to Weatherford but now we spend all of our time in her backyard and only leave if we absolutely have to - like to get our nails or toes done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Reagan and the neighbor girls played all day and that afternoon we hunted eggs in Lisa's backyard (and pool) and then we hunted eggs in the neighbor's yard. It was my ingenuity that decided the girls had to jump in the pool to hunt a few of the eggs. Needless to say, they never once hesitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we had the neighbors over for steaks and all the fixings. It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325769670758609554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SejvTGUdspI/AAAAAAAAAhU/GeQZmfoNA3c/s400/100_2933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325769666439600962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SejvS2Ou20I/AAAAAAAAAhM/5s7aZk2xxCE/s400/100_2931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325769664379662754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SejvSujmsaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/iHEzo8kVxis/s400/100_2930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325779836233542226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sej4izqjalI/AAAAAAAAAiM/56zZ8BmhscE/s400/100_2961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Henlee just loves the neighbor girl. Of course the neighbor girl does whatever Henlee wants to do. So why would she complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325769681911946866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SejvTv3oHnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/JeujbJ80d5I/s400/100_2936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325779824514906114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sej4iIAnOAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/04uMpzcJRuE/s400/100_2943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this picture of Rylee and Henlee. Henlee likes Rylee alot too, as you can see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325779826995808754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sej4iRQGyfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/yIe131VC5w4/s400/100_2950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the egg hunt at the neighbor's yard. See the gate that goes between Lisa's and their yard? I think this is way cool. The kids go back and forth all the time. If Reagan doesn't like what we are having, she goes to their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325779835219081442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sej4iv4r-OI/AAAAAAAAAiE/UshDDailv8E/s400/100_2958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hunting Easter eggs was tiring and the girls needed a little hot tub time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday morning we all went to Church and then came home for Momo's Easter lunch - another wonderful meal. Of course, we had to take family pictures in all our Sunday's finest.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325801297602805506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SekMEBft_wI/AAAAAAAAAiU/j1XYQ3Z70MY/s400/100_2964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Two of my most favoritest people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325801305294297410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SekMEeJg2UI/AAAAAAAAAic/Ocai4DTzh9I/s400/100_2965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325801307168821250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SekMElIb0AI/AAAAAAAAAik/kXAZox4czOQ/s400/100_2970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Henlee: "I just want my Mom. Now give me back." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She kind of had a little attitud going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SekMFG_cYsI/AAAAAAAAAis/MEs4zdcSCM8/s1600-h/100_2971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325801316257915586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SekMFG_cYsI/AAAAAAAAAis/MEs4zdcSCM8/s400/100_2971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325801318970275954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SekMFRGHuHI/AAAAAAAAAi0/eSnyIu2UZVg/s400/100_2972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Swim time again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325802848959324274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SekNeUv74HI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kogBMl-nwcE/s400/100_2975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325802852351214242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SekNehYoAqI/AAAAAAAAAjM/workMS3ZVOY/s400/100_2976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325802846109653394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SekNeKIhWZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/eMAgOOP9Eak/s400/100_2973.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325802859645067106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SekNe8jnX2I/AAAAAAAAAjU/0QIcu4a7DBk/s400/100_3001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-8938168590413369232?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8938168590413369232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=8938168590413369232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8938168590413369232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8938168590413369232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009-in-reverse.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SejvTGUdspI/AAAAAAAAAhU/GeQZmfoNA3c/s72-c/100_2933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1738227163308813774</id><published>2009-04-01T08:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:28:28.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go Racing Boys</title><content type='html'>In only two days, my alter ego will appear.  I will no longer be the doting Mother of two beautiful girls, the devoted wife, the loving daughter, or the ever-capable secretary, I become Nascar Nelly.  Oh yea baby!  I get all my racing gear (headsets, cooler, driver logo apparel, beverages) and head to Texas Motor Speedway for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We will meet Vance and Amy up there Friday morning, set up camp, and head to the track.  That afternoon my sister and her husband are coming over unless Lisa can talk her principal into letting the Teacher of the Year at Juan Seguin off a little early so she can come on over.  (Please Mrs. Kathy let Lisa come over.  I promise not to let her do anything I do.) Friday night after qualifying, Pat Green is in concert and then we will head to camp for a post-qualifying, post concert party.  Saturday morning we will stagger around and head to the tract around 11:00 for the Nationwide race and then back to camp to start the Pre-race party for Sunday.  Unfortunately, or fortunately whichever way you choose to look at it, DW and I will have to come back early Sunday morning for our niece's Confirmation and miss the big Sunday race.  I sure hope you can handle it without me Vance, Amy, Lisa, and Lee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am sure that Vance the photographer will take plenty of pictures that I will share with you next week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1738227163308813774?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1738227163308813774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1738227163308813774&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1738227163308813774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1738227163308813774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-go-racing-boys.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Racing Boys'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-8418929453926141465</id><published>2009-03-26T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:45:48.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Gadget</title><content type='html'>This may not be new to some of you but it is to me.  I was looking up a Bible verse this morning and a ran across a site that will put a new verse on your web page each day.  I found it at biblegateway.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-8418929453926141465?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8418929453926141465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=8418929453926141465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8418929453926141465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8418929453926141465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-gadget.html' title='New Gadget'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-5571425825103017513</id><published>2009-03-23T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:11:39.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Funny</title><content type='html'>Reagan and I are headed to school this morning and just as we have pulled out of our road she says, "I can already smell Ms. Chapman's room.  You know Mom Ms. Chapman's room smells different than the other rooms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask her what she meant because I wanted to hear her response but I also didn't want to ruin it.  All of you who know Ms. Chapman know what Reagan is talking about.  Ms. Chapman is the teacher of all teachers.  She is kind and loving and I know Reagan feels safe there.  That is the real reason it smells different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-5571425825103017513?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5571425825103017513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=5571425825103017513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5571425825103017513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5571425825103017513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-funny.html' title='Quick Funny'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1484045102532025523</id><published>2009-03-22T19:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:55:02.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Beethoven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Henlee begins her piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/ScbdKXFB5uI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ihnzJeeFN_s/s1600-h/100_2911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316179580220991202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/ScbdKXFB5uI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ihnzJeeFN_s/s400/100_2911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, No, that's not right.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316179586988651666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/ScbdKwSkNJI/AAAAAAAAAg0/igF9MTd-XZU/s400/100_2912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yea!!! I got it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316179607109536338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/ScbdL7PwilI/AAAAAAAAAg8/QOnSiHCbtE0/s400/100_2913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nest is full again.  Reagan came home yesterday and the world is right again.  She have a wonderful time and skied Taos, Angel Fire, and Red River.  I think if it was possible her Dad would take her to Ruidoso for a quick trip.  We will have to see if there is any snow and any time.  Hope everyone had a restful Spring Break.  We are in the home stretch now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1484045102532025523?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1484045102532025523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1484045102532025523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1484045102532025523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1484045102532025523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/03/next-beethoven.html' title='The Next Beethoven'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/ScbdKXFB5uI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ihnzJeeFN_s/s72-c/100_2911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-4725283973028006947</id><published>2009-03-15T14:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:08:00.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's Gone Skiing....</title><content type='html'>And the rest of us are stuck here in the great big city of Hamilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's right. As we speak my daughter is in Red River, New Mexico, with my sister and her family and all their friends.   And you ask why DW and I are not with her?  Well, I had surgery in January and was off work for a couple of weeks, and DW's boss left town with his family to head to the sunshine in the Virgin Islands.  (DW was supposed to go, but the boss gets first dibs.)  Anyway, we are very blessed that my sister loves our children as much as her own and we kind of twisted her arm and Reagan gave her those puppy dog eyes and she acquiesed and said Reagan could go with them.  Not really.  There never was a question of Reagan staying behind.  She woke up Saturday morning and said this is the best day because it is the beginning of spring break.  I texted my sister this morning to see if Reagan was sleeping in the car, lol.  She called me back and was laughing hysterically because of course Reagan wasn't sleeping and asked when they were 3 hours down the road, when they were going to be there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She will have a ball.  There are 4 teenage girls, two 12 year old boys, and two 8 year olds (both named Reagan). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This picture is of Reagan on Friday after she got home from school.  She was supposed to be putting these goggles into her suitcase but she thought she needed to watch a little TV before she packed them away.  I am sure the TV was a little too bright for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313505695932391522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sb1dRz4QoGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/R2rtl43j2kI/s400/100_2914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-4725283973028006947?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4725283973028006947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=4725283973028006947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4725283973028006947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4725283973028006947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/03/reagans-gone-skiing.html' title='Reagan&apos;s Gone Skiing....'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/Sb1dRz4QoGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/R2rtl43j2kI/s72-c/100_2914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-3190878675857489260</id><published>2009-03-09T18:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:14:52.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BFFs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All day I had been wondering about what I would blog about, then when I got to Bobby's this is what I saw.  Reagan lives for LT to come to Bobby's after school.  These girls have been together since Reagan was 6 months and LT was 18 months.  LT is like a big sister to Reagan.  I wish I had been able to get Reagan's face but I think LT was reading to her.  Isn't this what a BFF should be - being able to be there for your friend to lend a little support, however that may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311342913107247570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SbWuPSALwdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/lX79ehChuCE/s400/100_2906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SbWuP8bkoQI/AAAAAAAAAgU/DmCdOYRGm_Y/s1600-h/100_2907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311342924496412930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SbWuP8bkoQI/AAAAAAAAAgU/DmCdOYRGm_Y/s400/100_2907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-3190878675857489260?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3190878675857489260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=3190878675857489260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3190878675857489260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3190878675857489260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/03/bffs.html' title='BFFs'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SbWuPSALwdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/lX79ehChuCE/s72-c/100_2906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-5440745797711366375</id><published>2009-02-25T20:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:43:34.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooo, What a Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was an absolute gorgeous day.  Our trusty sitter Bobba had knee problems yesterday and was unable to keep Henlee so Henlee went to work with me for a few hours, then we went home, and then Dad came and stayed with her so that I could come back to work and then pickup Reagan.  (Whew! I'm tired just writing that sentence.)  Anyway, as I was reflecting on our day, I couldn't believe how much I could get accomplished when I had just a few more hours.  I washed two loads of clothes and then folded, carried away, and hung up all the clothes that had been washed over the weekend.  Yea for me.  Also, I put a chicken in the oven while I was home and we had baked chicken, German rice, green beans, and gravy (the girls favorite).  ALSO, I even had time to take the girls outside to enjoy the warm weather and sunshine.  We played with Iaka, with the cats, Reagan practiced her dribbling and shooting, and Henlee and I blew bubbles.  Henlee loved it so much that she threw a little tantrum when her Daddy made her come in for dinner.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The pictures below are kind of random shots that I took throughout the day.  My sister hasn't seen Henlee since the first week of January so I really did this for her.  Love ya sis and miss you more, if that is possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYGPxrAhnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/IX-i_gr4Idk/s1600-h/100_2896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306936079004239474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYGPxrAhnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/IX-i_gr4Idk/s400/100_2896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYGPrWmdtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/u5KgYkTZX78/s1600-h/100_2895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306936077308032722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYGPrWmdtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/u5KgYkTZX78/s400/100_2895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYFcXbBnhI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Y3-Yvh61-z8/s1600-h/100_2894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306935195784551954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYFcXbBnhI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Y3-Yvh61-z8/s400/100_2894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa, this is Henlee's face when I don't pick her up exactly when she thinks she needs to be picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYFZXiUcWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VDeszo97mL4/s1600-h/100_2893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306935144275538274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYFZXiUcWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VDeszo97mL4/s400/100_2893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Henlee's face when you catch her doing something she doesn't think she is supposed to be doing or when you park yourself in the chair and don't move so that she can happily play with her toys without having to worry about you going to the other room.  (Both my children have great anxiety about being left.  You would think that I left them all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306935124584751010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYFYOLq36I/AAAAAAAAAfc/iah0rbnlO-M/s400/100_2890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two pictures are of Henlee helping fold clothes.  Just this past week she has started putting things on her head or trying to put shoes on, etc.  The first picture looks like she is sizing up Reagan's underwear to see if they fit.  Then she decided that they might look better on her head or around her neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYFY6LnDgI/AAAAAAAAAfk/AU-Q5S-tQ44/s1600-h/100_2891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306935136395660802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYFY6LnDgI/AAAAAAAAAfk/AU-Q5S-tQ44/s400/100_2891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYFX8TNYGI/AAAAAAAAAfU/OaQNibj8y1o/s1600-h/100_2886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306935119784534114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYFX8TNYGI/AAAAAAAAAfU/OaQNibj8y1o/s400/100_2886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I so enjoy my time home with my children.  Don't tell anyone this because they may think I am sick -in the head-because I like being home these days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-5440745797711366375?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5440745797711366375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=5440745797711366375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5440745797711366375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5440745797711366375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/02/ooooo-what-beautiful-day.html' title='Ooooo, What a Beautiful Day'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaYGPxrAhnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/IX-i_gr4Idk/s72-c/100_2896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-2004445531252173615</id><published>2009-02-22T15:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:51:15.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, Some Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures I promised from the storm we had a week and half ago.  My computer was down because of the storm but ole DW fixed it for me on Friday but blogger wouldn't load the pictures on Friday.  Anyway the first picture is our neighbor's barn.  He has several horses and thank goodness, none of them were seriously hurt.  A Church is right next door to the barn, and it sustained no damage.  One of the members from that Church said there wasn't any damage except that on the inside it looked like someone had taken a bag of grass clippings and blew them all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaHGtd1l1hI/AAAAAAAAAfM/QDCaCNyNE3c/s1600-h/100_2878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305740320424973842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaHGtd1l1hI/AAAAAAAAAfM/QDCaCNyNE3c/s400/100_2878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This wagon was underneath our carport and ended up here in the middle of our pasture.  I sure would have liked to have seen the ride it took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaHGtNPll7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/GnUT65yx4G0/s1600-h/100_2876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305740315970607026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaHGtNPll7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/GnUT65yx4G0/s400/100_2876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is our barn.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaHGs4X_w5I/AAAAAAAAAe8/0gH7KFt4tF0/s1600-h/100_2875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305740310368732050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaHGs4X_w5I/AAAAAAAAAe8/0gH7KFt4tF0/s400/100_2875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that nice green circle, that is where our trampoline used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305740307020958578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaHGsr50y3I/AAAAAAAAAes/gtncfXj-Qck/s400/100_2872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And here it is on the opposite side of our house.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaHGs7JUwhI/AAAAAAAAAe0/K5UolnmfcMg/s1600-h/100_2873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305740311112499730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaHGs7JUwhI/AAAAAAAAAe0/K5UolnmfcMg/s400/100_2873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-2004445531252173615?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/2004445531252173615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=2004445531252173615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2004445531252173615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2004445531252173615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-some-pictures.html' title='Finally, Some Pictures'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SaHGtd1l1hI/AAAAAAAAAfM/QDCaCNyNE3c/s72-c/100_2878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-8306614859397517714</id><published>2009-02-13T08:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:10:21.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay with this post are supposed to be all the pictures from the storm we had the other night.  Last night I went to do this post at home and my computer will not connect to the internet.  Long story short, I finally convinced the guy that maybe someone needed to come out and look at the equipment to make sure some of it didn't blow away along with the trampoline.  Ms. Reagan's trampoline is in a million parts in the backyard, our neighbors' barns blew away, and some of our barns need repair.  But as Reagan said, "The good thing is that we are all alive and so are our animals."  Maybe Mr. Internet Repairman will show up to my house today and then I can load the pictures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-8306614859397517714?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8306614859397517714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=8306614859397517714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8306614859397517714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8306614859397517714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/02/twister.html' title='Twister'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-5358050015835149053</id><published>2009-02-04T11:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:33:13.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennies</title><content type='html'>My sister just sent me an email entitled, "Do you pick up pennies?".  It is basically about a wealthy man who picks up every penny he finds because on every piece of currency we have it says "In God We Trust" and he takes a moment to say a prayer and to reflect on putting his trust in God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of the email, my sister said, "Rylee tells me to pick them up because God sent it but to put it back down to share with someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 15 year old niece that has all this wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-5358050015835149053?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5358050015835149053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=5358050015835149053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5358050015835149053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5358050015835149053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/02/pennies.html' title='Pennies'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1244533625887884987</id><published>2009-01-31T15:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:22:30.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the World Have I Been?</title><content type='html'>That is a good question.  If you find out, would you let me know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anywhoo, I have completed a blog marathon below.  I was so far behind and so much has happened that I had to get it all down.  I have  been on facebook lately catching up with some old high school buddies.  Facebook is almost as addicting as blogging, but I think that will grow old, whereas talking about my children, family, and friends will never grow tiresome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have started basketball and Reagan is doing great.  She scored 12 points her first game and 6 points today but to me that doesn't make a good player.  She also passes to her open teammates, hustles for the ball, and is a mean defensive player (defense wins games, right?).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had quite the scare a week ago.  Reagan and her friend Madison were on a horse and the horse fell down with the girls.  Madison ended up with a concussion and Reagan had a very swollen ankle (thankfully not broken) and lost some hide.  We are on the mend.  Thank you Jesus for healing hands.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope everyone is doing well and maybe next time I won't get so far behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1244533625887884987?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1244533625887884987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1244533625887884987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1244533625887884987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1244533625887884987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-in-world-have-i-been.html' title='Where in the World Have I Been?'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-2281008483607721339</id><published>2009-01-31T14:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:15:02.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stock Show and Pig Paradise</title><content type='html'>I love stock show time.  People running around in their coveralls, washing their animals, boots with poop, little girls and boys all dressed up ready to put their animal out there for the world to see.  Well, this is Reagan's last year to participate as a Clover Kid.  She entered banana nut bread and earned $10.00 for her effort and then she was one of the Pee Wee Showman in the swine division.  By the way she was the only girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297566307980059074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SYS8fUk6ocI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ftlj00PGQLg/s400/100_0031_00.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SYS8fjDDNfI/AAAAAAAAAec/NQCknbISPwA/s1600-h/100_0038_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297566311864546802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SYS8fjDDNfI/AAAAAAAAAec/NQCknbISPwA/s400/100_0038_01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here Reagan is with her coach.  He did such a good job with her and she really listened to him.  We hope to have him on our team next year when she gets to show her own pig.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297566318732540866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SYS8f8oge8I/AAAAAAAAAek/tc42W-Gg7q8/s400/100_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at that intensity.  Making sure the Judge sees her pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are already in the process of planning for next January.  Reagan plans on showing her own pigs.  Her Daddy is mapping out where we build the pens and plumbing the water.  I am sure we will also enter something in the home economics division as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The children learn so much about life and responsiblities through this process.  For 6 months they have to feed, water, brush, and spend time with their animal so that by the time the show comes around, both the pig and the kid know what to do.  &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/1700685483836148504-2281008483607721339?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/2281008483607721339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=2281008483607721339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2281008483607721339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2281008483607721339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/01/stock-show-and-pig-paradise.html' title='Stock Show and Pig Paradise'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SYS8fUk6ocI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ftlj00PGQLg/s72-c/100_0031_00.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-6571216603441167993</id><published>2009-01-31T12:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:31:39.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Henlee's First Birthday and Family Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297529379470942498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SYSa5zKPoSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/_CLR7eFOPmQ/s400/100_2830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297529398974164258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SYSa670LLSI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Vk2wEKU1RTU/s400/100_2834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SYSa7MIs9AI/AAAAAAAAAd8/6T7U5TZEWB8/s1600-h/100_2837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297529403355231234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SYSa7MIs9AI/AAAAAAAAAd8/6T7U5TZEWB8/s400/100_2837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297529405153554994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SYSa7S1dMjI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-DYtRPFM01o/s400/100_2845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy First Birthday Henlee Kyle!  On December 26, 2008, we celebrated your first birthday with all the aunts, uncles, Momo, Papa, Grandma Jane, cousins, Dave and Beck, and Bobbie.  We had vegetable soup and chicken and dumplings.  You weren't too sure about digging into your cake so I had to hold it up to your mouth so you would take a bite.  After that, the cake was history.  You are wearing 12-18 month clothes, size 4 diapers, size 3 shoe, drinking out of a sippy cup, and you love to take a bath.  You are going to be a water baby.  You started really walking about 2 days before your actual birthday.  Our family is so complete with you and you light up our world, Punkie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-6571216603441167993?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6571216603441167993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=6571216603441167993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6571216603441167993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6571216603441167993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/01/henlees-first-birthday-and-family-party.html' title='Henlee&apos;s First Birthday and Family Party'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SYSa5zKPoSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/_CLR7eFOPmQ/s72-c/100_2830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-8060552471982708785</id><published>2009-01-15T11:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:54:22.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;December 24, 2008: Happy 8th Birthday Reagan. You have to be the most wonderful oldest child. I cannot believe how grown-up you are. I love that you can now sit in the front seat with me. We have great conversations and sing really loud. I bet poor Henlee wishes she had some earplugs. You are wearing a size 12 pant, a size 12-14 shirt, and a size 5 shoe. We celebrated your special day by decorating our Christmas tree. Usually you and your Daddy go to Clifton and chop down a tree after Thanksgiving but your Dad wanted a tree that he could plant in honor of Henlee's First Christmas and both of your birthdays. Then you opened your birthday presents from us and Aunt Lisa and we helped Momo get ready for Christmas at her house. That night we went to Church and watched you perform in the Christmas program. You did such a great job and were by far the sweetest angel. We finished up the day with Santa Clause making a special appearance at Momo's house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297530544305880802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SYSb9mgiPuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/R3pAaZKGV_Q/s400/100_2810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-8060552471982708785?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8060552471982708785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=8060552471982708785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8060552471982708785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8060552471982708785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SYSb9mgiPuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/R3pAaZKGV_Q/s72-c/100_2810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-237690388295256776</id><published>2008-12-23T08:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:01:47.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fake Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because Reagan was blessed with being born on Christmas Eve, we have lots of fake birthdays throughout the month of December.  This year for her "friends" birthday party, I decided to take them to a hotel for swimming.  Now this seriously limited the number of friends she could invite but we had a blast.  I picked all the girls up from school and we headed to Waco.  Our first stop was at the mall to see Santa and then we headed to the hotel.  They quickly changed into their swimsuits and we headed for the pool.  They swam, at pizza, ate cake, and swam some more.  Finally around 10:00 we headed to the rooms.  They all took showers and then cozied up in the bed to watch Fred Clause.  Two o the kids had to leave early the next morning for UIL events but the rest of us lounged around in our pjs.  I fixed the girls hot chocolate in bed, they watched cartoons, and I, believe it or not, read my book for about an hour.  Then we headed down to breakfast where I fixed waffles, cereal, oatmeal, fresh squeezed orange juice, cranberry juice, coffee, the works.  Okay, maybe the hotel provided all of that but I did have to help the girls get it all together.  After breakfast we headed upstairs to get our things and head home.  We had a fabulous time and Reagan has some super friends.  This may have to be a repeat birthday party.  (Of course if we do it next year, I am sure that little sister is going to want to be a part of it as well.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SVD6A0Qer1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/PpcmlbBEmp8/s1600-h/927276322705_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282997254840299346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SVD6A0Qer1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/PpcmlbBEmp8/s400/927276322705_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SVD6AqqpDfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ww74U97e-rw/s1600-h/575196322705_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282997252265676274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SVD6AqqpDfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ww74U97e-rw/s400/575196322705_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SVD6Aph3UsI/AAAAAAAAAcw/emCzTPqfm-8/s1600-h/921727322705_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282997251960427202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SVD6Aph3UsI/AAAAAAAAAcw/emCzTPqfm-8/s400/921727322705_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week both my girls have their real birthdays.  Reagan's is the 24th and Henlee's is the 26th.  I think God thought I should only be stressed for one week of the year.  I also think he was testing my faith - do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-237690388295256776?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/237690388295256776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=237690388295256776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/237690388295256776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/237690388295256776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-fake-birthday.html' title='Happy Fake Birthday'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SVD6A0Qer1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/PpcmlbBEmp8/s72-c/927276322705_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1233582578737771558</id><published>2008-12-16T08:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:43:52.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vance</title><content type='html'>Hey Vance McAnally, this song reminds me of you. I heard this song yesterday and immediately thought of you and our summer vacations and your lapses into hable Espanol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1233582578737771558?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1233582578737771558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1233582578737771558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1233582578737771558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1233582578737771558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/12/vance.html' title='Vance'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-6951279212736660979</id><published>2008-12-11T08:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:39.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SUEfk5kDVWI/AAAAAAAAAco/SsqMR2GsJes/s1600-h/926267802605_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278534957042718050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SUEfk5kDVWI/AAAAAAAAAco/SsqMR2GsJes/s400/926267802605_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is my favorite sister's birthday and here are a few reasons why she is my favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.  She is my very best BFF ever and for always.  Since I was born and despite being 10 years apart, my sister has been my very best friend in the whole wide world.  I have never thought of her as just my sister.  I went everywhere with my sister, even to college.  During the summers, I would spend many weeks with her at her apartment and her friends were my friends.  I still talk to them today, just ask Karen Krueger sometime if you see her.  I had more fun going to college with my sister than I did when I went.  One of the saddest times in my life was when we took my sister to college.  I cried every weekend for at least a year when she would have to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Her faith in God is amazing and contagious.  I often joke that Lisa has "special connections" with God.  When I make it to heaven one day and God tells me that he sent Lisa to be my angel on Earth, I will not be surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  She is a wonderful Mother, but she is an even better Aunt - just ask Reagan.  There aren't even words to describe how much love Reagan has for her Aunt Lisa.  They have had a special bond since Reagan was born and it just seems to grow stronger with time.  Reagan cries everytime we leave Lisa's and can't wait for Christmas vacation so she can spend her time with Aunt Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  She has a very warm and loving spirit about her.  Everyone can see it.  We can be in Wal-Mart and people see her and just start spilling their guts.  Her students for sure see this.  I was the one to get my actual degree in teaching but I always knew that my sister was the born teacher - she listens not only with her ears but mostly with her heart and her students know this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell I love you very much and you are the reason I wanted Reagan to have a sister.  I have to tell you, I think Henlee is going to love her big sis as much as I love you.  Happy Birthday Lisa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-6951279212736660979?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6951279212736660979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=6951279212736660979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6951279212736660979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6951279212736660979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-lisa.html' title='Happy Birthday Lisa'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SUEfk5kDVWI/AAAAAAAAAco/SsqMR2GsJes/s72-c/926267802605_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1895493867406752305</id><published>2008-12-10T09:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:33:09.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Mama</title><content type='html'>Back when Reagan was smaller and we were on our way to Waco, we passed by the prison system in Gatesville. Some of the lady prisoners were outside working and Reagan wanted to know what it was. I think my sister and I, at the same time, told the children that that is where mean mamas go. Needless to say everytime we go by there, Reagan has to say something about the mean mamas. Well, the other day, as we were headed to Temple to take the Jetta down to the shop for the upteenth time, we passed by there and you know what my beloved first born said, "I wonder what their number is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Why, you don't need it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says with a smirk on her face, "I don't know, I might someday."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1895493867406752305?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1895493867406752305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1895493867406752305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1895493867406752305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1895493867406752305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/12/mean-mama.html' title='Mean Mama'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-5587399760502860797</id><published>2008-12-05T11:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:09:58.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Blood, Give Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Sunday morning a 14 year old boy was killed and his 18 year old brother was severely burned in a car accident outside of Roscoe.  They had been hunting with their father and were headed home to Midland.  Anyway, their Father goes to church with my sister in Weatherford.  I have been thinking and praying for this family all week because being an outsider that is about all I can do.  I just finished reading their carenet page (you can go here to read more &lt;a href="http://www.carepages.com/carepages/tylerseedig"&gt;http://www.carepages.com/carepages/tylerseedig&lt;/a&gt;) and found that there is one more thing I can do and you can do also if you find it in your heart - give blood.  If you give through Carter Blood Center and give them the sponsor number SPONO47291, they will credit your gift to him or just donate blood at the Red Cross or wherever because it is a precious thing.  God gave each of us the ability to donate our blood to those in need and this is something we can do that costs us nothing - just a little time.  I plan to donate this weekend while I am in Weatherford.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please keep the Seedig family in your prayers.  Tyler, the 18 year old, is having his first surgery today (the doctors say that he will probably have a surgery a week for at least the next 4 months), and the family is burying is 14 year old brother tomorrow.  I can't imagine the emptiness this family is feeling right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-5587399760502860797?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5587399760502860797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=5587399760502860797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5587399760502860797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5587399760502860797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-blood-give-life.html' title='Give Blood, Give Life'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-7435013906955312600</id><published>2008-12-04T08:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:44:49.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>Today is my dear Mom's birthday. Now I know we all love our Moms with all of hearts but my Mom is extra special. These are just a few of things everyone should know about my Mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. My Father died when my sister was 13, brother 10, and me 3 AND we lived in Gruver, Texas, which is 800+ miles from all any family. My Mom never missed a beat. She had always been a stay-at-home Mom but when this happened, she had to go to work to support her family. She didn't pick any old job. Since she still had me at home she chose jobs that would allow her to be with me and earn some cash to feed us. She worked at the public library in Gruver and guess what - she was able to take me with her to work. Is it any wonder that I love to read? We stayed in Gruver for 4 more years and then my Mom made the decision to move to Hamilton where both sets of my grandparents were and all my aunts and uncles and cousins. At the time, this was a very hard decision for her, but it was the best one for all of us. We now had the love and support of all of our family. I spent the summers and sick days with my grandparents who taught me to fish, play card games and dominos, appreciate farm life, about the old days and traditions, and just life in general. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. How many of you cook at least 2 meals a day? And no, cereal or instant oatmeal doesn't count as cooking. My Mom got up every morning and COOKED breakfast. We would have eggs, biscuits, pancakes, cinnamon toast (with homemade hot chocolate), french toast, hash browns, sausage, etc. When it was game day, she would fix my sister biscuits, my brother pancakes, and because I was the baby, cinnamon toast. And at night, she always had something hot to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. How many of you iron all your clothes? My Mom did. There wasn't a stitch of clothes in my closet that wasn't creased or had wrinkles. And no, nothing went to the cleaners unless it had to be dry cleaned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. She taught us the love of God and that through Him all things are possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. As much as she loved us, her children, I think she loves her grandchildren more, if that is possible, and this love is reciprocated by her grandchildren. They love to stay with Momo. Nothing makes her happier than for all of her grandchildren to be at home - her house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. She loves to go on vacation with us.  Right Mom? In the summer of 2007, my sister, my Mom, myself and our children all took a road trip. We went to Nashville to see Charlie Pride at the Grand Ole Oprey, we went to Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, and back home to Texas. My sister and I did the driving and my Mom would make sandwiches for all of us. And of course we all had to have something different - cucumber salad, ham, turkey, or pb&amp;amp;j. She was the referee between the children. Needless to say, we had a wonderful time. The children still talk about this trip and want to go again. Then this year she went to the coast and to the lake. She has even been to Cancun with us and put her feet in the ocean and took a submarine down to see the reef.  When she doesn't go with us, we don't feel quite complete and say things like, oh Mom would have loved this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STfvOUxACSI/AAAAAAAAAcg/g5dEyQu1LbU/s1600-h/221195508605_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275948517859264802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STfvOUxACSI/AAAAAAAAAcg/g5dEyQu1LbU/s400/221195508605_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STfvOSly-cI/AAAAAAAAAcY/AxM3ew9UHh8/s1600-h/757652557605_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275948517275400642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STfvOSly-cI/AAAAAAAAAcY/AxM3ew9UHh8/s400/757652557605_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STfvOD92J5I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/EdPHokCJYho/s1600-h/747627812605_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275948513349740434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STfvOD92J5I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/EdPHokCJYho/s400/747627812605_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister and I often joke that we could let Mom retire, sell her house and she could live part time with each of us. We haven't quite sold her on this yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Mom. Thank you for all your sacrifices and life lessons. Have a wonderful blessed day. &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/1700685483836148504-7435013906955312600?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7435013906955312600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=7435013906955312600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7435013906955312600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7435013906955312600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STfvOUxACSI/AAAAAAAAAcg/g5dEyQu1LbU/s72-c/221195508605_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1577594988483823291</id><published>2008-12-02T13:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:37:58.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan Gets Her Ears Pierced</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;****** UPDATE********* Yesterday at the end of my entry I mentioned that my niece's dance team (Weatherford Blue Belles) will be performing in the Adolphus Children's Parade.  We just received news that they will LEAD THE PARADE and will be dressed as toy soldiers.  They will be on stage for the entire opening number (5 minutes).  There is also a strong possibility that they will have additonal TV time with the Why Guy on Good Morning Texas on Friday.  They also perform on Saturday afternoon at Six Flags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan has wanted her ears pierced since she was very little, but being the mean Mom that I am, I told her she couldn't have it done until she could take care of her ears herself and change out the earrings by herself. Well boys and girls, we hit that milestone about 3 weeks ago. She decided that since she was turning 8 very soon, it was time. Off to Weatherford and then to Fort Worth we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here Reagan and I before she the piercing. She looks a little nervous, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STWH_bAbhWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/GS-2voExNa8/s1600-h/100_2757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275272062185473378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STWH_bAbhWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/GS-2voExNa8/s400/100_2757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STWH-iPDOqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Lz2pLmDH5z0/s1600-h/100_2760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275272046945974946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STWH-iPDOqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Lz2pLmDH5z0/s400/100_2760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STWH-ZzHqEI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/H71g5Z_DAZ4/s1600-h/100_2762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275272044681340994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STWH-ZzHqEI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/H71g5Z_DAZ4/s400/100_2762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan was very brave and didn't even whimper. Reagan has meticulously taken care of her ears without much prodding or help from me. Her sister was very patient while she waited on us to finish. Many people suggested that I go ahead and get Henlee's pierced too. I politely said no thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275272053497267474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STWH-6pABRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/4GHUr9XrqCM/s400/100_2758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On another note, this weekend my niece, Rylee, will be dancing with the Weatherford Blue Belles in the Niemann Marcus Adolphus Children's Parade in Dallas. We are all going to watch and will be sitting in front of City Hall. They danced last year (they were the train conductors) but we weren't brave enough to go. This year we decided we couldn't miss this opportunity. Look for us on TV Saturday morning at 10:00 on Channel 8.&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/1700685483836148504-1577594988483823291?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1577594988483823291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1577594988483823291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1577594988483823291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1577594988483823291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/12/reagan-gets-her-ears-pierced.html' title='Reagan Gets Her Ears Pierced'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/STWH_bAbhWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/GS-2voExNa8/s72-c/100_2757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-362392520664888460</id><published>2008-11-19T13:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:03:06.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What You May or May Not Want to Know About DW</title><content type='html'>My fellow blogger, Betsy, tagged me so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING YOU MIGHT WANT TO KNOW ABOUT MY HUSBAND!&lt;br /&gt;1.  Where did you meet?  We knew each other since elementary.  We grew up 2 blocks apart, went to the same Church, had brothers the same age, our siblings were in the Church youth group activities together, and my friend in 2nd and 3rd grade lived next door to him.  Saw him all the time.  However, it wasn't until my friend Becky and I were riding around in her Camaro with the t-tops off and I jumped up out of the top waving like crazy because I thought it was someone else, did he see me in a different light.  I went to the pool a lot that summer and Jennfier Whitehead (Pendleton) was a lifeguard and a good friend of mine and she kind of set us up for a real date.  Our first date was to the Old Settler's Reunion on July 28, 1990.  Of course we went with Jennifer and Chris B.  I don't remember when we had a date and it was just the two of us. We were always with other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  How long did you date.  We dated for about 2 years before getting engaged, and then about another year before we married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  How long have you been married?  15.5 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  What does he say that surprises you?  I love you.  (he isn't the real lovey-dovey type.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  What is your favorite feature of his?  His eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  What is your favorite quality of his?  His dry since of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Does he have a nickname for you?  NO, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  What is his favorite color?  white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  What is his favorite food?  Steak - grilled or chicken fried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  What is his favorite sport?  Car Racing - Nascar or drag racing, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  When and where did you first kiss?  In his pickup in my Mother's drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  What is your favorite thing to do as a couple?  Go to the races&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Do you have any children? Yes, two daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Does he have a hidden talent?  No, not that I can think of at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  How old is he?  39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Who said "I love you" first?  He did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  What is his favorite type of music?  Rock-n-Roll (Van Halen, Rolling Stones, Aerosmith, etc.)  and older country like Tom T. Hall, Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  What do you most admire about him?  He is a Christian and loves his family.  I think when you marry your husband, you first love him for who he is but then when you have children together, you love him more and differently for the Daddy they become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  Do you think he will read this?  No, not unless I show it to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Where did you go on your first date?  Oops, I covered this in the #1 above.  We went to Red Lobster with Jennifer and Mike for our second date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Betsy, I did it.  I don't think there is anyone else for me to tag.  If you are out there and want to participate, tag you're it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-362392520664888460?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/362392520664888460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=362392520664888460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/362392520664888460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/362392520664888460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-you-may-or-may-not-want-to-know.html' title='What You May or May Not Want to Know About DW'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-2929644834578661256</id><published>2008-11-11T10:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:11:03.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Mac this is For You</title><content type='html'>My last post was about how much fun we had at the races a couple of weekends ago. My friend Amy asked how come I didn't post about the spring races when we went with them (because I wasn't a blogger yet, duh). They have tickets for the fall races as well but Vance is a football coach and can't go and won't let Amy go without him. So the fall races, we have to make do without them. So here is a recap of the Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the last couple of years we have gone to the spring races with Amy and Vance. Vance and Darrell have been friends since kindergarten and have LOTS of history, right Amy? Anyhoo, we always have a very good time, but this was the first race weekend that we took our camper. The boys took the camper up on Thursday night and almost blew away. If you remember, there were all kinds of tornadoes up in that area that night. When Amy and I called the next morning, the boys didn't even know that they were almost carried away to the Land of Oz. Amy and I finally arrived Friday around noon and picked up where the boys left off. Big and Rich were in concert Friday night so my sister and her family came and stayed with us. We had a Big and Rich time. There are actually photos of DW but I'm a little scared to post them because I might offend someone. Most of you have seen it already anyway - it would be old news. After the concert we headed back to the campsite for a bite to eat and then we were headed to the camping ground across the street where all the partying goes on. Vance and Darrell went ahead of us and Amy I followed later. We found Vance but DW disappeared. He did this again on Saturday night. Oh well, he doesn't know what fun he missed out on. Here are a couple of pictures that Vance the tourist took. I think Amy said he took hundreds of pictures but she weeded through them and sent these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267449182514543042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SRm9H5QzecI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YJfKWnjAX10/s400/P4040072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this picture of me and Amy. She is my complete opposite but we get along fabulous. I thank God everyday that Vance married her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(You get my drift Amy?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267449197036429234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SRm9IvXF37I/AAAAAAAAAXc/3LADZEUcbF0/s400/P4050107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Vance in one of the tent shops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SRm9JGTb6wI/AAAAAAAAAXk/drb3mLFWaes/s1600-h/P4040034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267449203195112194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SRm9JGTb6wI/AAAAAAAAAXk/drb3mLFWaes/s400/P4040034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't this a cool picture - the track reflected in her sunglasses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amy, thanks for being such a great friend and making me remember how much fun we had. I have been smiling and laughing the whole time I wrote this. I think I am going to have to come see you guys, soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-2929644834578661256?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/2929644834578661256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=2929644834578661256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2929644834578661256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2929644834578661256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/11/amy-mac-this-is-for-you.html' title='Amy Mac this is For You'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SRm9H5QzecI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YJfKWnjAX10/s72-c/P4040072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-6100157404041571207</id><published>2008-11-08T13:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:28:05.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Races</title><content type='html'>Eweee!!! I think I am about to get caught up from playing last weekend. My last load of clothes (it is actually rugs) are in the dryer, my floors are all mopped, the bathrooms are clean, and most of the furniture is dusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Lisa waking up from her nap that she took Sunday morning before the races. She seemed to think that we sang too loud and had too much fun Saturday night and disturbed her beauty rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SRXi2EnP9LI/AAAAAAAAAXM/RYjCuq8QieI/s1600-h/100_2744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266364757858841778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SRXi2EnP9LI/AAAAAAAAAXM/RYjCuq8QieI/s400/100_2744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are two of my most favoritest people. Isn't Rylee a gorgeous Jeff Gordon fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266364756050706386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SRXi194J_9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/J1Vn-B7Dqnw/s400/100_2746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And of course here is me and Rylee taking a picture of ourselves. Rylee was instructing me how to do this since teenagers seem to love to take pictures of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SRXi1pmIm1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/lx47C7qdRx0/s1600-h/100_2748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266364750606408530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SRXi1pmIm1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/lx47C7qdRx0/s400/100_2748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there aren't more pictures - like of DW, but we had a wonderful time and met some great people (they were our camping neighbors). We basically ate every meal with them. We hadn't planned great big cookouts or anything so we were going to have sandwiches basically all weekend. But as luck would have it, we set up camp next to people who LOVE to cook and do a darn good job at it. Friday morning we had breakfast tacos (either I was really hungry or they were really good), Saturday morning we had breakfast tacos again but they were delivered to our camper with hot coffee, Saturday night was steak night, and Sunday morning we had made to order omelets with bacon, sausage, onions, bell pepper, mushrooms, cheese, the works. DW and Lisa made bloody marys for the cook since we were such moochers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are very much looking forward to the spring race and for our new friends to meet up with our old friends, Vance and Amy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cinderella is going to sign off for now and see if she can make it to the ball tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-6100157404041571207?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6100157404041571207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=6100157404041571207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6100157404041571207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6100157404041571207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/11/races.html' title='The Races'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SRXi2EnP9LI/AAAAAAAAAXM/RYjCuq8QieI/s72-c/100_2744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-8734655422596184304</id><published>2008-10-29T08:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:07:39.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect 10 and other nonsense</title><content type='html'>Henlee had her 9month well-baby checkup yesterday (but she is 10 months old).  She is 28 inches long, 21 lbs, 10 oz., has 4 teeth with more on the way.  Loves banana nut bread or whatever her Daddy is eating.  Hates when I put her down or leave the room.  She is definitely more opinionated now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan went to the doctor yesterday with her heel/achilles tendon.  Dr. Robbye says Reagan is very flat footed and her achilles tendon is very tight.  She is sending us to a podiatrist.  My nephew went through this last year.  I hope we can get this fixed because it really hampers her ability to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrell and I are headed to the races this weekend while the girls stay with my Mom, Becky, and Joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-8734655422596184304?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8734655422596184304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=8734655422596184304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8734655422596184304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8734655422596184304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-10-and-other-nonsense.html' title='Perfect 10 and other nonsense'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-3160475297354139025</id><published>2008-10-22T15:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:37:57.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reagan is very interested in the Election this year.  She has watched the debates with us, likes to visit about McCain vs. Obama, and pays particular attention to the political signs.  Since she has been so involved, I took her to vote with me today.  I showed her the ballot and explained how I could vote for all the Republican candidates if I wanted by marking one box or I could vote for each individual in each race. I particularly showed her McCain/Palin and Obama/Biden and our candidates for the State Representative seat and the Sheriff's race.  So much history will be made this year, whether it is a black president (or Muslim?) or a woman as a vice-president (Go Sarah), that I hope to make this memorable for Reagan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am very proud of her for taking such an interest.  It couldn't possibly be because I am so outspoken at home could it?  At any rate I am trying my hardest to raise a good American and a true blue RED Republican.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-3160475297354139025?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3160475297354139025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=3160475297354139025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3160475297354139025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3160475297354139025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-vote.html' title='Go Vote'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-8038149434305470904</id><published>2008-10-14T08:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:21:38.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SPSbHnRDUdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8dHe2O-LzoE/s1600-h/100_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256997220150104530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SPSbHnRDUdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8dHe2O-LzoE/s400/100_0779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, I have played along.  This is the 6th picture from the 6th file in my computer at work.  I was actually going to be ambitious and post one from my work computer and one from my computer at home but as you can see that didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This picture is of Reagan and my niece, Rylee, when we were at the airport waiting to go to Disney World.  They are looking at a book about Disney World.  Rylee had already been there several times so she was giving Reagan a quick orientation and deciding what rides and shows they wanted to see first.  This brings back great memories because we had such a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no friends (who blog who haven't already been tagged) to tag so I am the last mohican on this end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-8038149434305470904?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8038149434305470904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=8038149434305470904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8038149434305470904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8038149434305470904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m It'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SPSbHnRDUdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8dHe2O-LzoE/s72-c/100_0779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-7258117392102312461</id><published>2008-10-11T16:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:26:25.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>84</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SPEXTOrqkYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NT4lL6S1-Ng/s1600-h/100_2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256007859244274050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SPEXTOrqkYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NT4lL6S1-Ng/s400/100_2738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night Henlee and I went to my Aunt Wyvonne's house while Reagan and her Daddy went to the football game. My Aunt Ethel and her husband Osteen came in and my cousin Boobie and his wife came over to play 84. I love to listen and watch them play. I like to play too but Henlee was a bit needy. I learned a little bit more German, learned that the preachers back in the "old days" were very adamant about the kids learning the Catechism, Psalms, and songs, and that I love to spend time with my aunts and uncles. I can remember back when I was a kid and there was a birthday in the community. All the families would get together, eat sandwiches and homemade pies and then play 84. My Grandma was the best 84 player I know of. She knew what everyone had in their hand before a domino was played. Now my Uncle H. C. likes to go pistol and their is no one that pistols like him - its like PISSSTOLL. I was very happy that I was able to take Henlee over there to visit with her great aunts and uncles (by the way these are brothers and sisters that married each other, maybe when my sister guest blogs for me about the cousin reunion she will explain how all this works) and to remember the good days but also to make new memories for my girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-7258117392102312461?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7258117392102312461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=7258117392102312461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7258117392102312461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7258117392102312461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/10/84.html' title='84'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SPEXTOrqkYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/NT4lL6S1-Ng/s72-c/100_2738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1031595637741385887</id><published>2008-10-09T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:01:39.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIke Mother Like Daughter</title><content type='html'>Just a warning Lisa.  You better go use the bathroom before you read this because I wouldn't want you to wet your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a little background info for those of you who don't know me so well:  When I was younger, my Mom used to hate to take me shopping because I &lt;strong&gt;would not&lt;/strong&gt; buy a pair of pants without buying a shirt to go with them.   Even if they were the best fitting, most fashionable, my most favoritest pair ever.  When I wore that pair of pants, only the shirt that I bought (at the same time as the pants of course) would be worn.  Regardless if they were black or blue and regardless if I had four different shirts that would match.  I was the same way with hand-me-downs.  If pants came without a shirt, I might as well not keep them because I wasn't going to wear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Present Day:  Normally Reagan will pick her clothes out herself the night before.  Last night, because we had soccer practice, we were a little later getting home.  While the girls were in the bath tub, I went and picked out a pair of navy shorts with a white shirt for her to wear today.  This morning when she goes to put on the clothes that I picked out for her she informs me that and I quote, "I am not going to wear those shorts unless I wear the shirt that goes with them."  And being the great Mom that I am, I said okay, turned and smiled to myself.  If I wasn't sure before that this was my child, I am now.  Gotta Love It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1031595637741385887?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1031595637741385887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1031595637741385887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1031595637741385887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1031595637741385887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-mother-like-daughter.html' title='LIke Mother Like Daughter'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1535512970994328141</id><published>2008-10-09T08:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:18:37.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>39 and Barely Holding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SO4Cm-9rK2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/8qsGer8znys/s1600-h/531710964605_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255140683947912034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SO4Cm-9rK2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/8qsGer8znys/s400/531710964605_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SO4CnA4sAVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/jPbe3BxRFkw/s1600-h/100_1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My man turned 39 today and what a great man he is.  Reagan and I sang Happy Birthday to him in bed this morning and we gave him a book on the Rolling Stones.  He was super excited (I think).  I'm not going to try and list 39 things that I like and love about DW because I would only hit the top of the iceberg by only listing 39 things.  Just know that we love you more and more each day and as Reagan told him this morning,"Daddy I love you more than the moon and stars above but not more than Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S.   It is also Doug and Tammy Wagner's 15th anniversary today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1535512970994328141?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1535512970994328141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1535512970994328141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1535512970994328141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1535512970994328141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/10/39-and-barely-holding.html' title='39 and Barely Holding'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SO4Cm-9rK2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/8qsGer8znys/s72-c/531710964605_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-4705888371014866247</id><published>2008-10-02T16:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:45:14.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Junkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am a TV junkie during the fall. In fact it is very hard for me to watch all the shows I do allow myself to watch: Tuesday: NCIS; Wednesday: The Practice; Thursday: Grey's Anatomy and ER; Sunday: Amazing Race and The Unit. Believe it or not, I have cut some extraordinary shows like Desperate Housewives and Survivor, I just don't have enough time. I thank God every night for DVR or else I couldn't watch what I do. Darrell get's pretty perturbed when I have the TV in the bedroom and in the living room tied up recording something - like last Thursday night when Grey's was a 2 hour premiere and ER premiered at 9:00. I know my Mom is going to read this and not feel sorry for me anymore that I can't seem to get all my housework done but I so enjoy watching these shows. During the summer we don't even turn the TV on except to catch the news every now and then. Gotta go and see if Meredith and Derek are going to be together at last.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-4705888371014866247?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4705888371014866247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=4705888371014866247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4705888371014866247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4705888371014866247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/10/tv-junkie.html' title='TV Junkie'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1007342078541175159</id><published>2008-09-22T16:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:13:28.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daredevil and wrecking ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgQM7rCBLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/m__c3gwLyBI/s1600-h/100_2715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248963180062966962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgQM7rCBLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/m__c3gwLyBI/s400/100_2715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know everyone thinks Henlee is so cute and adorable, but her personality is starting to shine through. Her new thing is to climb on her bouncy seat. I snapped this picture the other night and when she caught me looking at her she squealed with delight as if to say, "See Mom look what I can do now." She is also into shredding any paper she can get her hands on. This will keep her entertained for hours - maybe not hours but in babyworld 5-10 minutes is equivalent to an hour. Her other new activity which has earned her the nickname, wrecking ball, is to undo everything. The magazine rack, her diaper bag, her toy crate, anything that has stuff in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henlee brings so much joy and happiness to all of us. Nothing makes my heart swell more than to hear my two girls laughing and playing. Even though they are 7 years apart, they are already developing that bond that only sisters can have. I would have been just as happy with a boy, but I prayed that if God was to bless us with another child that He would give Reagan a sister so that she could give and receive the love that only sisters can share. I should know because He gave me the best sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1007342078541175159?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1007342078541175159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1007342078541175159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1007342078541175159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1007342078541175159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/09/daredevil-and-wrecking-ball.html' title='Daredevil and wrecking ball'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgQM7rCBLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/m__c3gwLyBI/s72-c/100_2715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-3315786529575519587</id><published>2008-09-22T16:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:37:06.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgNurIYseI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xuJqnFEL0zI/s1600-h/100_2699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248960461203354082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgNurIYseI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xuJqnFEL0zI/s400/100_2699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday afternoon, after soccer, the tractor show, etc., we headed to the lake with Beck and Dave and Beck's parents.  Oh yea, we took the kids too.  Of course, Madison and Reagan had a fabulous, ginormous fun time tubing.  Beck's parents have a pontoon boat which was perfect for Henlee.  This was her first boating experience and I think she will go again, especially if Granny Joyce brings bananas, chips, and crackers.  We stayed out until dusk and then we loaded up and stopped at Gustine for steaks.  Thank God for friends, especially friends with fun toys (just kidding, I really am not that shallow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgNYFXF2eI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tGZtiC8IiDA/s1600-h/100_2713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248960073107364322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgNYFXF2eI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tGZtiC8IiDA/s400/100_2713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgNYfNzGoI/AAAAAAAAAVE/m2KKbKiG5gQ/s1600-h/100_2705.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgNYzM2clI/AAAAAAAAAVM/hw2plbREQcI/s1600-h/100_2703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248960085412442706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgNYzM2clI/AAAAAAAAAVM/hw2plbREQcI/s400/100_2703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgNZTtmUrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ioV0tSyGU70/s1600-h/100_2702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248960094139732658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgNZTtmUrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ioV0tSyGU70/s400/100_2702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgNZt5iIiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/QlDD06AFee0/s1600-h/100_2700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248960101169111586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgNZt5iIiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/QlDD06AFee0/s400/100_2700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think this kid is going to turn in to a monkey as many bananas as she eats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-3315786529575519587?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3315786529575519587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=3315786529575519587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3315786529575519587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3315786529575519587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-at-lake.html' title='Fun at the Lake'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SNgNurIYseI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xuJqnFEL0zI/s72-c/100_2699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1922171803636106389</id><published>2008-09-14T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:57:27.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Diva</title><content type='html'>Soccer Season began this past weekend.  Reagan's team didn't fair so well but she had a good time.  My house is always the cleanest during soccer or basketball season because it &lt;strong&gt;forces &lt;/strong&gt;me to stay at home at least through Saturday morning.  After the soccer game on Saturday, we went straight home and I started cleaning.  Reagan invited a friend over and they played all afternoon.  Of course, Henlee decided she didn't want to take a nap on Saturday, but between Reagan watching and playing with her, I was able to complete the daunting task.  Then I invited our friends Dave and Beck over for my once-a-year dinner - chicken enchiladas.  We always eat at Beck and Dave - usually once a week.  They have a great patio, the kids play outside, and Beck will grill something.  She loves to cook.  I told her she has more patience for cooking than I do.  Our house was buzzing with activity Saturday night.  The big boys were watching Smoky and the Bandit for the one millionth time, the kids were playing with all of Henlee's toys (they make lots of noise), and Beck and I were trying to visit.  We had a wonderful time.  On Sunday we all went to Church.  The Men's Club at Church was having a fish fry so I made meringue pies - chocolate and buttermilk.  Then I folded and put away ALL the laundry - yea me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who know me really well, know this is a lot of domestic activity for me in one weekend.  However, next weekend, Darrell is going to the drag races in Ennis and I think I am due a trip somewhere, somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SM28tYGKK8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/p1LK7QQ56Ig/s1600-h/100_2687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246056628704914370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SM28tYGKK8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/p1LK7QQ56Ig/s400/100_2687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SM28tnNF5II/AAAAAAAAAUk/yhgI6heYp50/s1600-h/100_2690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246056632760525954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SM28tnNF5II/AAAAAAAAAUk/yhgI6heYp50/s400/100_2690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SM28t1cvKbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-7L8kZdk0jw/s1600-h/100_2688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246056636584241586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SM28t1cvKbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-7L8kZdk0jw/s400/100_2688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henlee's first soccer game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SM29NfI1axI/AAAAAAAAAU0/76Ysvua-hLg/s1600-h/100_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246057180350999314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SM29NfI1axI/AAAAAAAAAU0/76Ysvua-hLg/s400/100_0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SM28tLmRkPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/U4_VBMB9QoQ/s1600-h/100_2691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246056625349955826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SM28tLmRkPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/U4_VBMB9QoQ/s400/100_2691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My meringue pies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1922171803636106389?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1922171803636106389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1922171803636106389&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1922171803636106389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1922171803636106389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/09/domestic-diva.html' title='Domestic Diva'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SM28tYGKK8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/p1LK7QQ56Ig/s72-c/100_2687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-5587503040328968523</id><published>2008-09-09T10:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:08:06.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Mom</title><content type='html'>Hey Mom.  This is how Reagan starts every sentence when she is talking to me.  My response back is always hey Reagan.  But then I got to thinking about this, and guess what?  When I have something to tell Reagan, guess what I say?  Hey Reagan!  Just another minute example of how influential our actions and words are to our children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-5587503040328968523?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5587503040328968523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=5587503040328968523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5587503040328968523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5587503040328968523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-mom.html' title='Hey Mom'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-5760023458559555997</id><published>2008-09-05T08:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:42:49.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bryce Charles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SMEwfZdM9MI/AAAAAAAAAUM/uVLKvB9iSaM/s1600-h/177627812605_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242524757203416258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SMEwfZdM9MI/AAAAAAAAAUM/uVLKvB9iSaM/s400/177627812605_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our boy turns twelve today.  I remember the day he was born too.  They induced Lisa so we weren't in any big hurry.  They hooked her up and about two she was still sitting up in bed writing thank yous and birth announcements.  I decided to go run some errands and my Mom went to get Rylee from Preschool.  When I got back at 3:00 the lights were off and she was not doing well at all.  I can still remember rubbing her feet with Freesia lotion from Bath &amp;amp; Body works to help her through the pain.  (Man, that stuff smelled good.) Of course she didn't get her epidural in time to do any good.  Lisa kept telling the nurse she was ready to push and the nurse finally checked her.  Needless to say, she immediately called the Dr.  He came squealing aroung the corner in his BMW and arrived just in time to catch Bryce Charles.  Bryce weighed in at 9lbs 7 oz.  Quite the change from Rylee who was a mere 6lbs 3 oz.  My heart grew a little bigger on this day as well.  Here are twelve reasons why we love Bryce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.  He hangs out with us girls all the time and doesn't really seem to mind.  He is going to make some girl a great husband.  Of course, we probably won't ever think anyone is good enough for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.  He loves Reagan and Henlee like his own sister.  Wait a minute, I have seen how he and Rylee fight so maybe he loves them more than his sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3.  He is cuddlely.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4.  He is very perceptive.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5.  When he decides to do something, he does it right the first time.  He will sit, watch, and study for a long time and then when he tries it, he masters it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6.  He loves to shop.  This is a by-product of hanging out with us girls all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7.  He thinks I am hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8.  He loves to go hunting and fishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9.  He is a good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10.  He loves his Mom.  There is something about little boys and their moms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11.  His laugh is infectious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12.  He is a great conversationalist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My prayer for you today is that God would continue to bless you and keep you safe at all times. That God continue to guide you in your daily life so that others can witness God's love through you.  And thank you God for blessing us with Bryce.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-5760023458559555997?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5760023458559555997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=5760023458559555997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5760023458559555997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5760023458559555997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-bryce-charles.html' title='Happy Birthday Bryce Charles'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SMEwfZdM9MI/AAAAAAAAAUM/uVLKvB9iSaM/s72-c/177627812605_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1122945680381768797</id><published>2008-09-04T08:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:19:44.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red is my favorite color. When I see this color I see strength, courage, and sacrifice. If any of you watched Gov. Sarah Palin's speech last night at the Republican National Convention, you should be seeing red. WOW! I was blown away. It has only been in the last 10 years that I started identifying myself with a particular party. I was always for the best person for the job. However, I have a hard time getting past all the Democratic ideals (and lack of morality) and have declared myself a Republican through and through. But if I hadn't been a Republican before last night, I would be this morning. She doesn't just talk a good game, she delivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The media and the Democraps (oops I meant Democrats) need to lay off her seventeen year old daughter Bristol. As a parent you do the best you can to teach your children to make the right choices, but in the end the child is the one to make that choice. So Bristol evidently wasn't thinking too wisely at some point and is now pregnant. It happens. The best thing to do now is to embrace that child and the baby growing inside her. That seems to be what Gov. Palin and her husband have done. I wonder how many of her critics have been in the same situation and terminated the pregnancy so that it wouldn't tarnish THEIR image ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I almost cried last night when she was talking about her family and their sweet special needs child, Trig. (Did you see the daughter holding him and spit-wiping his hair?) Through my sister, I have been exposed to some very sweet special needs children. They make you look at the world a little differently and make you focus on the important things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This lady is just like the rest of us. She started out at PTA and look where she is now. (Hey Lisa, you maybe could be the next Pres and I could be your Chief of Staff. Oh, that's right I already have that title.) Seriously though, John McCain and the Republican Party hit a homeroom when they picked Sarah Palin to be his running mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&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/1700685483836148504-1122945680381768797?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1122945680381768797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1122945680381768797&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1122945680381768797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1122945680381768797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/09/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-3568361469804519830</id><published>2008-09-01T14:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:23:25.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Rs</title><content type='html'>Running - Saturday Reagan was very ambitious and ran the 1 mile in the Dove Festival 5k and 1 Mile Fun Run.  I was very proud of her.  She tells me she didn't run very much of it, but she came in running.  She finished and that is what counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLw-8ZhbvWI/AAAAAAAAATk/wynhC-eGMQg/s1600-h/100_2674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241133273716604258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLw-8ZhbvWI/AAAAAAAAATk/wynhC-eGMQg/s400/100_2674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan and her cousin Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLw-82BIEXI/AAAAAAAAATs/rcrjleHrNTg/s1600-h/100_2673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241133281365725554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLw-82BIEXI/AAAAAAAAATs/rcrjleHrNTg/s400/100_2673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLw-9C2vOQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Uucsdpq6u2o/s1600-h/100_2672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241133284811815170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLw-9C2vOQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Uucsdpq6u2o/s400/100_2672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rodeo - Friday night Becky and I took the girls to the rodeo for a girls night out, while the Dads kept the babies.  We had a very good time but both the girls didn't think it lasted near long enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLw-9YER5PI/AAAAAAAAAT8/HAoYUdHBHuc/s1600-h/100_2670.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLw-9oSN1_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/eQC07epPeXY/s1600-h/100_2667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241133294859180018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLw-9oSN1_I/AAAAAAAAAUE/eQC07epPeXY/s400/100_2667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun weekend. I think this could have been one of the best Dove Festivals we have had.  We went to the rodeo again Saturday night with the entire family.  I think Lisa spent most of the time in the Saddle shop with Henlee.  It was nice and cool in there for a little nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxation - Sunday we hung around the house and did nothing.  My Mom cooked breakfast for all of us and then we watched tennis and beach volleyball.  Misty May and Kerry Walsh got beaten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at home today celebrating labor day.  I have been to Wal-Mart, to the school for lunch with Reagan, home again to unload and put clothes in the washer, and I am about to leave again to go get Reagan.  Staying home is definitely more labor intensive than my regular job - you know the one that give me a paycheck every week:}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had as great a weekend as we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-3568361469804519830?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3568361469804519830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=3568361469804519830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3568361469804519830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3568361469804519830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-rs.html' title='The Three Rs'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLw-8ZhbvWI/AAAAAAAAATk/wynhC-eGMQg/s72-c/100_2674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-7354121188765658524</id><published>2008-08-28T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:37:52.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted a thankful Thursday in a very looooong time but I feel the need to count my blessing today, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am very thankful for my friend Vicki.  When I arrived yesterday to pick Reagan up, she had cooked dinner for me.  We had chicken tamales, queso, and a salad.  It was absolutely delicious.  Of course DW in all his wittiness, wanted to know if it was perro or gato.  Vicki stopped by today and told me it was road kill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am thankful that Reagan loves second grade.  Much less stressful than 1st - however it has only been 4 days.  In a month or so I might need to edit this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am thankful for Basha and all her insight into creating a completely health person instead of just treating the symptoms.  I am not knocking the medical doctors.  I use them just as much, but I think Basha is a great compliment to their abilities and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am thankful for Iaka.  That sounds very silly to be thankful for a dog but she is a great dog.  When she comes in the house, she checks each room and then comes back and settles in front of the couch.  We haven't seen any bad puppy habits yet - in-other words we haven't lost any clothes, furniture, or shoes.  Also, she is very patient and kind to the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Finally, I am very thankful for the family that God has blessed me with.  A wonderful husband and two beautiful daughters.  All of them together complete and compliment me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-7354121188765658524?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7354121188765658524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=7354121188765658524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7354121188765658524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7354121188765658524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/08/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-7400876292311371613</id><published>2008-08-25T21:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:03:53.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of 2nd Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh the start of school. I'm not sure who is ever more nervous, Reagan or me. Actually, I don't think she was nervous at all. She was very excited to see her friends and make new ones. Her homeroom teacher, Mrs. LeJune, is new to second grade and to HISD. Her reading teacher is Mrs. Chapman who reminds me so much of my sister.  She knows every kids name and tells all of them that she loves them.  She makes me want to be in second grade.  We are looking forward to a great year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The day had to start a little earlier for me today than it has for the last 3 months. We had breakfast to cook, lunch to pack, pictures to take, and a sister to load up. For Reagan's first day of second grade she had a chocolate chip waffle for breakfast. She informed me that she would toast her own waffle for tomorrow because I evidently toasted it a little long and it was crunchy, not how she prefers it. For lunch I fixed the ultimate pb&amp;amp;j, string cheese, a can of mandarin oranges, and water. She advised me when I picked her up that the lunch was good, she just needed more of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No homework this week - God Bless the second grade teachers. So after work we were able to come home and play with Iaka. She was ready for a little attention and schooling of her own. We are working on sitting, laying, and coming on command. I explained to Reagan that Iaka is a lot like kids are at school. You can't teach for too long because they lose interest. You have to be focus on a particular skill and then move on before she loses interest. She seemed to understand this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238645026484332594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNn5WP3KDI/AAAAAAAAASU/VJVO1-Bx2N0/s400/100_2649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNpC4yPaaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/EQjCl_LTpow/s1600-h/100_2653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238646289885784482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNpC4yPaaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/EQjCl_LTpow/s400/100_2653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henlee is still in her pajamas at school. (Lisa, I know you are mortified but I assure you that she put regular clothes on at Bobbie's.)I was very thankful that she slept until we were ready to leave. Otherwise, that throws a few kinks in my plans and timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNpDQsZu9I/AAAAAAAAATE/kRAcO1g1u2U/s1600-h/100_2654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238646296303746002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNpDQsZu9I/AAAAAAAAATE/kRAcO1g1u2U/s400/100_2654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNpDkq3sCI/AAAAAAAAATM/JtAQZQVgDvk/s1600-h/100_2655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238646301666029602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNpDkq3sCI/AAAAAAAAATM/JtAQZQVgDvk/s400/100_2655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNpEA2ZgRI/AAAAAAAAATU/Q3AiDaGmyRM/s1600-h/100_2657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238646309230575890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNpEA2ZgRI/AAAAAAAAATU/Q3AiDaGmyRM/s400/100_2657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the only picture I have with Reagan on any of her first days of school. I am always the picture taker. After school, Reagan and I played around with camera and took pictures of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238653382320608322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNvfuKeVEI/AAAAAAAAATc/KfAMElzCYl8/s400/100_2648.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reagan has always had her picture taken with Gus on her first day of school - even preschool. I thought it pretty cool that we weren't going to miss a year of a picture with our dog. Lucky you Iaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNn58UAj7I/AAAAAAAAASk/zo0aEBKfe_4/s1600-h/100_2647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238645036702273458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNn58UAj7I/AAAAAAAAASk/zo0aEBKfe_4/s400/100_2647.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, Reagan and her Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNn6EBEEdI/AAAAAAAAASs/NhL-tz0ARyk/s1600-h/100_2650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238645038770295250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNn6EBEEdI/AAAAAAAAASs/NhL-tz0ARyk/s400/100_2650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We always have to meet Mom and Joy for the first day of school. Thanks Mom and Joy for being such Reagan fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNn687xuvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/oFzJ6YlCtns/s1600-h/100_2652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238645054048942834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNn687xuvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/oFzJ6YlCtns/s400/100_2652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now on to the 2nd day of 2nd grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-7400876292311371613?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7400876292311371613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=7400876292311371613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7400876292311371613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7400876292311371613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-day-of-2nd-grade.html' title='1st Day of 2nd Grade'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLNn5WP3KDI/AAAAAAAAASU/VJVO1-Bx2N0/s72-c/100_2649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-8519071542335657489</id><published>2008-08-24T08:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:41:18.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLFjy10PZZI/AAAAAAAAASE/rAqqrnl5ZDw/s1600-h/100_2646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238077566699398546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLFjy10PZZI/AAAAAAAAASE/rAqqrnl5ZDw/s400/100_2646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLFjzSUC1UI/AAAAAAAAASM/bjo-_gDn8tE/s1600-h/100_2645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238077574348985666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLFjzSUC1UI/AAAAAAAAASM/bjo-_gDn8tE/s400/100_2645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet our new family member Iaka (long i, a is silent, ka). Darrell and Reagan left on Friday around six, picked her up in Amarillo on Saturday, and made it back to Hamilton in 23 hours. She is a very gentle and kind dog and is great with the girls. We thought about getting her a companion, another German Shepherd in Abilene.  However, Baton was very hyper and Darrell didn't think he would work well with our girls.  Of course when they got back to Hamilton, Reagan and I took off to Alco for balls, tug-of-war rope, treats, and a brush.  We are all very happy not to have just a plain ol' yard anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-8519071542335657489?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8519071542335657489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=8519071542335657489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8519071542335657489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8519071542335657489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/08/iaka.html' title='Iaka'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SLFjy10PZZI/AAAAAAAAASE/rAqqrnl5ZDw/s72-c/100_2646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-733259412483593086</id><published>2008-08-21T13:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:36:23.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Thing on My Mind</title><content type='html'>Okay, this came from a friend who wanted all of her bloggy friends to play along. You know me, I am always up for a good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen things that are on my mind today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Which German Shepherd will we get - Baton in Abilene, Ima or Ipod in Princeton, or Iaka in Amarillo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't believe that you can fall in love with a dog just by pictures from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't believe that we are actually considering paying this much for a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What will Reagan's classroom look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who will we see at meet the teacher tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is wrong with Henlee's mouth? I think it is thrush but Dr. Robbye doesn't think so. I hope the Nystatin and yogurt I am giving her will do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have got to clean my house. It is very overwhelming right now. We haven't been home on the weekend in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do I need to buy at the grocery store for Reagan's lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is my sister doing right now? I don't like it when I can't call her and get a response right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I pray my sister has a great year in 4th grade. I hope her co-teachers take their jobs as seriously as she does and don't use her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do Henlee and I go with Darrell and Reagan to look at the dogs this weekend or should we just stay home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Should I make an appointment to have my knee looked at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Why do I keep blogging? Do I like to just see my thoughts typed out or what because, I don't think anyone reads this thing except my Mom when I tell her I have updated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I did it Amy, and IF ANYONE ELSE READS THIS THING, get busy and let us know what is on your mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-733259412483593086?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/733259412483593086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=733259412483593086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/733259412483593086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/733259412483593086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-this-came-from-friend-who-wanted.html' title='13 Thing on My Mind'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-7023333781545754221</id><published>2008-08-18T16:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:10:32.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays, Shopping, and Hot Tubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday, August 15th, was Rylee's 15th birthday. It is absolutely unbelievable that she could be 15. I still remember the day she was born. Darrell and I hadn't even been married a month when she joined our family. I was in the delivery room when she was born and I have loved her ever since. She is a remarkable young lady who is not influenced by peer pressure, who is a great witness of God's unconditional love, and has her priorities in order. Of course, I don't believe children are born with these capabilities, so kudos to her parents, especially her Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKnt4jAKClI/AAAAAAAAARc/zHdXjfaIz3w/s1600-h/100_2618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235977597519268434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKnt4jAKClI/AAAAAAAAARc/zHdXjfaIz3w/s400/100_2618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rylee and her Momo waiting to be seated at Red Lobster. Rylee waited all day to go to Red Lobster to have the lobster bisque. Guess what? They no longer serve it. So she settled for clam chowder and shrimp trio. Yum - Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKnt5BoR2zI/AAAAAAAAARk/XY8eGzGV6J4/s1600-h/100_2619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235977605740616498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKnt5BoR2zI/AAAAAAAAARk/XY8eGzGV6J4/s400/100_2619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Rylee and Quinton blowing out their candles. Quinton is Bryce's good friend and he shares a birthday with Rylee. Quinton turned 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKnt5kx6ryI/AAAAAAAAARs/vo-9Wu3Jn-M/s1600-h/100_2621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235977615176281890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKnt5kx6ryI/AAAAAAAAARs/vo-9Wu3Jn-M/s400/100_2621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Rylee!! I can't wait to see where we get to go for your 16th!  Disney World?  Cancun?  Hawaii? OR Aleman, Texas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKnt6IjEaeI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8gFNeqFrz6I/s1600-h/100_2620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235977624777681378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKnt6IjEaeI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8gFNeqFrz6I/s400/100_2620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKnt6ZB0h-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/7RDMiRH__lo/s1600-h/100_2623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235977629201631202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKnt6ZB0h-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/7RDMiRH__lo/s400/100_2623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday we all took off to Fort Worth for a little school shopping and new car seat shopping. As you can tell, Henlee was tuckered out. When we finally got back to Weatherford, we ate cheese, drank wine, and enjoyed Lisa's new hot tub - fabulous. Thanks guys for another wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-7023333781545754221?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7023333781545754221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=7023333781545754221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7023333781545754221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7023333781545754221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthdays-shopping-and-hot-tubs.html' title='Birthdays, Shopping, and Hot Tubs'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKnt4jAKClI/AAAAAAAAARc/zHdXjfaIz3w/s72-c/100_2618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-6758457605692713601</id><published>2008-08-11T21:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:48:21.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Proctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7yYpoZFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jvlJNU1vc_U/s1600-h/100_2604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233459610033611858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7yYpoZFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jvlJNU1vc_U/s400/100_2604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of my Mom, sister, and brother.  We were so excited that he was able to come and enjoy Saturday evening with us.  The kids especially enjoyed Dadu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7yxc9pnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6uCGTLQOsLg/s1600-h/100_2605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233459616691365490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7yxc9pnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/6uCGTLQOsLg/s400/100_2605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Lee loves babies.  I overpacked for Henlee this past weekend.  She was a true redneck baby.  She didn't wear any of her clothes except her pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7zOTcweI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Rpp01BGYHh0/s1600-h/100_2610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233459624436089314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7zOTcweI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Rpp01BGYHh0/s400/100_2610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Blake enjoying his "Cold Dog" lunch on Sunday before we left.  Darrell didn't know Lisa had hot dogs to grill for lunch that day and had already packed up the grill so as a result we had cold dogs for lunch.  Not one kid complained (except mine) and most of them had two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7zgdxf6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/NSgFsZr4tf0/s1600-h/100_2611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233459629311229858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7zgdxf6I/AAAAAAAAAP8/NSgFsZr4tf0/s400/100_2611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two beautiful girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7z5S3shI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xQaFeGBX2R4/s1600-h/100_2616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233459635976385042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7z5S3shI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xQaFeGBX2R4/s400/100_2616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saying their last goodbyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7Ic932pI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3nRQWL8rLDE/s1600-h/100_2581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233458889637747346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7Ic932pI/AAAAAAAAAO8/3nRQWL8rLDE/s400/100_2581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henlee has her Uncle Lee's "Jerry's" cap on.  I told him this would make a great advertisement for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7IkYmvOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gQ7VAA8UWak/s1600-h/100_2582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233458891628920034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7IkYmvOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gQ7VAA8UWak/s400/100_2582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Lisa gave Henlee a piece of beef jerkey to chew on.  I about stroked out.  Lisa kept a close eye on her and it really made a great chew toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7JLJSV-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/uWyClTErHYQ/s1600-h/100_2593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233458902033651682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7JLJSV-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/uWyClTErHYQ/s400/100_2593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having a superb time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7JVJDdEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/eMq_ssqC7qM/s1600-h/100_2598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233458904717030466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7JVJDdEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/eMq_ssqC7qM/s400/100_2598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These three girls had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7J3Yo_aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/OlfMWeRXZQ4/s1600-h/100_2600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233458913909210530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7J3Yo_aI/AAAAAAAAAPc/OlfMWeRXZQ4/s400/100_2600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chillin' out after a day on the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD6hUJ4hMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nfA63pI83Jo/s1600-h/100_2575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233458217257305282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD6hUJ4hMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nfA63pI83Jo/s400/100_2575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again, Aunt Lisa is undoing all the good stuff I try to do.  Henlee is eating powered sugar donuts AND drinking coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD6htW1lLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7I3ZY-CFsC0/s1600-h/100_2576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233458224022525106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD6htW1lLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/7I3ZY-CFsC0/s400/100_2576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD6hws0RyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7Gyo9dtFkyE/s1600-h/100_2577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233458224920020770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD6hws0RyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7Gyo9dtFkyE/s400/100_2577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD6ih7MHPI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mK3vplPVXpU/s1600-h/100_2586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233458238133640434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD6ih7MHPI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mK3vplPVXpU/s400/100_2586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madison and Reagan built this frog hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD6i7Ym4AI/AAAAAAAAAO0/p_YhJVRwo10/s1600-h/100_2599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233458244967915522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD6i7Ym4AI/AAAAAAAAAO0/p_YhJVRwo10/s400/100_2599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Lisa having a little visit with the children.  Always the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD58Fl4BPI/AAAAAAAAANs/ooaleY0YDS8/s1600-h/100_2563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233457577693021426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD58Fl4BPI/AAAAAAAAANs/ooaleY0YDS8/s400/100_2563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids tubing.  They tubed all day Friday, all day Saturday, and most of Sunday.  Super Dave was the ultimate captain.  All the kids tried their hand at skiing.  Madison made it up, Reagan made it up but went down pretty quick, Rylee and Bryce both rocked the house.    The kids were so good about taking turns and being patient but the minute Dave would stop the boat and kill the engine, they were like fleas jumping off the boat.  They called this the "five minute free-swim break."  Funniest think you have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD58o4UnnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/svHowsxBWQw/s1600-h/100_2568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233457587165634162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD58o4UnnI/AAAAAAAAAN0/svHowsxBWQw/s400/100_2568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryce and Quinton were able to fish right by our trailer and actually caught a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD59Hs7jjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4JHxf-bQATM/s1600-h/100_2580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233457595439353394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD59Hs7jjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4JHxf-bQATM/s400/100_2580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD59c-GFmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TdyBbutKPew/s1600-h/100_2571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233457601148491362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD59c-GFmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TdyBbutKPew/s400/100_2571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think I need to say anthing here - looks pretty self explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD59iqeNrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ohqSnFd-mUo/s1600-h/100_2570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233457602676799154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD59iqeNrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ohqSnFd-mUo/s400/100_2570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a very good time as you can tell from the pictures.  The kids are always soooo good and have such a great time.  They swim, they ride their bikes, they play in the mud, and have good clean fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-6758457605692713601?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6758457605692713601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=6758457605692713601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6758457605692713601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6758457605692713601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/08/lake-proctor.html' title='Lake Proctor'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD7yYpoZFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/jvlJNU1vc_U/s72-c/100_2604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-6941294588695291720</id><published>2008-08-11T21:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:40:43.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gus</title><content type='html'>It has been very sad at our house the last 24 hours.  Our dog Gus, aka Gustafson Fritz Wagner, had to be put to sleep yesterday.  He was with us for 10-1/2 years and we miss him a lot.  As Reagan so aptly put it this morning, "Our yard is just a regular yard now without Gus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKHbPZ1JlwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JA5WgMoa1no/s1600-h/100_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233705299659560706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKHbPZ1JlwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JA5WgMoa1no/s400/100_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He always watched for us to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKHbPiPSj6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/MC8tdVtkMfg/s1600-h/100_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233705301916684194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKHbPiPSj6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/MC8tdVtkMfg/s400/100_0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKHbQJTDvkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/dmZtWl1Lt5Y/s1600-h/100_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233705312401473090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKHbQJTDvkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/dmZtWl1Lt5Y/s400/100_0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loved for all of us to be outside with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD46aRsUlI/AAAAAAAAANk/CkEPqdne5xA/s1600-h/100_2342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233456449374147154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKD46aRsUlI/AAAAAAAAANk/CkEPqdne5xA/s400/100_2342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a few memories I have of Gus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  When I brought him home, Darrell and I made this pen beside our house for him with cattle panels because our yard wasn't quite puppy proof yet.  That little ball of fur crawled through the holes of the cattle panel to get to us.  We then tied 2x4s at the height where he was crawling out.  He climbed higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  He was probably 10 weeks old when we had a terrible thunderstorm.  At that time I had an old chair on the porch with a plant sitting on it.  He was so scared that the next morning we couldn't hardly coax him out from under the chair and he was wet sloppy mess.  From then on, if it was thundering, you had to be careful going out the door or into the garage because if he got in, you weren't getting him out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Before Darrell and I put cows on our place, we would take him down to our tank.  One day when we did, he bulldozed himself into the tank.  He had so much mud on his face that all you could see were his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  His first dove season, he got so worked up that he escaped from the yard and went to the hunters camp on the place next to us.  When Darrell went to pick him up, the hunters had given him ice chunks to lick and chew on.  From then on, he loved for me to bring my Sonic cups home with the ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  When we first brought Reagan home, he was very protective of us.  He wouldn't let people in the gate.  It was amazing to me that he understood that he had a new member of the family and she needed his protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  He loved to play ball with Reagan and Darrell.  They had this game where Darrell would throw one ball on the roof and Reagan would go get another.  Gus really didn't like to give up the toy/ball he had, he just wanted you to chase him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  He chased the cows relentlessly.  That is why we had to keep him in the yard when they were at the house.  I remember him chasing our bull through the tank one year when the tank was very low.  Scared me to death.  He never like Darrell to be out of the yard with the cows.  He would run up and down the fence and bark incessantly.  Then when everyone was in the house you could look out the window and sometimes catch him playing kissy-face with the baby calves.  I really think he liked their milk breath because he also loved milk.  Calmest dog you have ever seen when you walked out the door with a jug of milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  He saved us from many snakes - most of them rattlesnakes.  I never was afraid to walk into our yard at night because I knew if there was anything there he would have already found it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  He killed racoons, armadillos, fox, cats, etc., that dared to venture into HIS yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We loved this dog for all of his loyalty and companionship and he will be missed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any of you know of reputable German Shepherd breeders, please let me know.  Also, Reagan is looking for a tiger-striped grey kitten (short hair) so that we can raise the dog and cat together.  She could never have a cat before because Gus would have eaten it for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-6941294588695291720?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6941294588695291720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=6941294588695291720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6941294588695291720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6941294588695291720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/08/gus.html' title='Gus'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SKHbPZ1JlwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JA5WgMoa1no/s72-c/100_0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-8084977652935879773</id><published>2008-08-05T14:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:04:40.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the pool that we have all been waiting on for a very long time. I say we but I guess I should actually say my sister. She has done a very good in planning this pool but I guess when you have dreamed about one for as long as she has then I guess it is a matter of making it happen. I know many of you probably don't think this is a very big deal (since everyone under the sun has a pool these days) but let me tell you - IT IS. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231122333292828066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJiuC-SIFaI/AAAAAAAAANU/3uqqpdAmf8E/s400/333232557605_0_SM.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;These pictures do not do it justice. (Especially since they are so small. I don't know what is wrong with the uploads, because I am not doing anything different than I did before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231122333020938722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="92" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJiuC9RTYeI/AAAAAAAAANc/4gvShfD2mkA/s400/123232557605_0_SM.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;These are Lisa's two punks on the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231122333260235298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJiuC-KWwiI/AAAAAAAAANM/89m-nm-fN-g/s400/683232557605_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This past weekend was the grand opening of the pool and our entire immediate family minus DW (he had to work) was there, even my brother.  We had a very large time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJis91p2-yI/AAAAAAAAAMk/49roK55Ni6Y/s1600-h/202442557605_0_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231121145565477666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJis91p2-yI/AAAAAAAAAMk/49roK55Ni6Y/s400/202442557605_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJis92mz2uI/AAAAAAAAAMs/06BMezqyjI0/s1600-h/193232557605_0_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231121145821125346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJis92mz2uI/AAAAAAAAAMs/06BMezqyjI0/s400/193232557605_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJis-PLsHRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MPmmVdPEEUg/s1600-h/283232557605_0_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231121152418258194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJis-PLsHRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MPmmVdPEEUg/s400/283232557605_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We played many mean games of volleyball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJis-NZLJBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kgPKgZDTcPs/s1600-h/382442557605_0_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231121151937946642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJis-NZLJBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kgPKgZDTcPs/s400/382442557605_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Momo even got in the pool.  In all my 30 something years I have never seen my Mother in a pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJis-aM4eYI/AAAAAAAAANE/vKqhaAfmSKA/s1600-h/757652557605_0_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231121155376052610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJis-aM4eYI/AAAAAAAAANE/vKqhaAfmSKA/s400/757652557605_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I cold just talk DW into a pool at our house.  I think I'll be talking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-8084977652935879773?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8084977652935879773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=8084977652935879773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8084977652935879773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/8084977652935879773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/08/pool.html' title='THE Pool'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJiuC-SIFaI/AAAAAAAAANU/3uqqpdAmf8E/s72-c/333232557605_0_SM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1392527759155099506</id><published>2008-07-30T08:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:06:25.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJBun62hVHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/CSC_thSw2fQ/s1600-h/230718217605_0_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228800799469032562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJBun62hVHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/CSC_thSw2fQ/s400/230718217605_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJBuoDDc9fI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bYjjkIJaqIM/s1600-h/510718217605_0_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228800801670755826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJBuoDDc9fI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bYjjkIJaqIM/s400/510718217605_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJBuoDqMxhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/pepYOj9QaEQ/s1600-h/910718217605_0_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228800801833272850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJBuoDqMxhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/pepYOj9QaEQ/s400/910718217605_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet baby turned 7 months old this past weekend.  She spent the weekend with her Aunt Lisa and I think Lisa took her shopping for her birthday.  They also swam alot.  This baby loves the water. Henlee also started moving forward on all fours.  She hasn't mastered it yet but she sure is getting close.  She is still the best sleeper ever (I hope I don't jinx us).  Around 9:00 I take her to her room, say her prayers with her, tell her I love her, and put her to bed.  Then around 7:30 I get her out of bed so I can go to work and she can go to Bobbas.  Her favorite things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.)  She loves to JUMP!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.)  She likes her new, bigger bathtub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.)  She likes her babyfood.  She hasn't turned her nose up at anything, yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.)  She likes to be naked.  If she gets fussy, I just take her clothes off.  I know my Mom hates this because she doesn't like to hold naked babies, but I like happy babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.)  She loves for her sister to make funny noises at her.  This always gets her giggling.  I think the love is mutual here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.)  She really likes her blankies.  I think she may like them even more than Reagan did.  That is saying a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.)  Finally, she LOVES her mom and I absolutely love this.  She is my baby for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darrell and I were just talking the other day how different it is with Henlee than it was with Reagan.  We were very uptight and nervous and afraid we would mess up her schedule.  With Henlee, we just go and do and role with the punches a whole lot better.  Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, you are probably wondering why I haven't blogged about my biggest baby, Reagan.  That is because she has been at my sister's for 3 weeks.  I saw her over the weekend when I took her and Bryce and Rylee (my niece and nephew) to Fiesta Texas.  She was supposed to stay here this week, but my sister's pool was finally ready and next week Lisa has to start working at the school getting ready for the next school year and Rylee starts practice everyday for Blue Belles.  Reality will hit hard next week for Reagan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are headed to my sister's this weekend for the grand opening of the pool.  Hopefully I will get some good pictures and that will be the subject of the next blog.  Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJBuSqbsmjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/r66-4ia2n1s/s1600-h/510718217605_0_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJBuS8DXdUI/AAAAAAAAAME/UKCCk-M3QOk/s1600-h/910718217605_0_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1392527759155099506?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1392527759155099506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1392527759155099506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1392527759155099506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1392527759155099506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/07/heavenly-seven.html' title='Heavenly Seven'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SJBun62hVHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/CSC_thSw2fQ/s72-c/230718217605_0_SM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-9060329076747568904</id><published>2008-07-22T21:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:36:32.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Never Saw it Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SIaS9wwCy7I/AAAAAAAAALs/_KXXdiDj6eM/s1600-h/100_2500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226026007366126514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SIaS9wwCy7I/AAAAAAAAALs/_KXXdiDj6eM/s320/100_2500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Super Dave headed to his Surprise 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday party. He thought we were headed to the Horny Toad but little did he know that 250+ friends and family were waiting to wish him Happy Birthday. I'm not going to try to list 40 things about my dear friend, but here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Best guy in the world. Call him anytime and he will be there for you (especially when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt; is in Cancun and your road is flooded to your house and you are pregnant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Super Dad. It was later in life before he was able to experience this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;phenomenon&lt;/span&gt; but he has embraced it with both arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Very inventive. Being a farmer, his job requires him to be more creative than others but all he has to do is think about something for a little while and then he can go build it out of junk. Never ceases to amaze me at what he comes up with. Some are tools others are toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Funny! When he and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt; get to going, they are better than Ron White or the Cable Guy. Just bring up Smokey and the Bandit and they can basically replay the movie for you. Also they are known to be the Grumpier Old Men as well - Putz, Moron, other names that are unmentionable here, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Prankster.  Him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt; can't ever leave well enough alone.  When one or the other of us is out of town, you can bet that something will be amiss at the others house - a pile of gravel in your drive so you can't get to your house, advertisements for dirt work, vehicles hauled to the road for sale, it goes on and on and on.  This year we decided to invite Super Dave to go on vacation with us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eliminate&lt;/span&gt; some of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Very dedicated to his Church and God. He seldom misses a Church service and since he makes his living off of the land, witnesses and appreciates the gifts God gives us everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dave for being our friend and allowing us to celebrate with you. Love ya Super.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-9060329076747568904?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/9060329076747568904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=9060329076747568904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/9060329076747568904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/9060329076747568904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-never-saw-it-coming.html' title='He Never Saw it Coming'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SIaS9wwCy7I/AAAAAAAAALs/_KXXdiDj6eM/s72-c/100_2500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-5544673667741680203</id><published>2008-07-17T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:15:04.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today, Darrell and I have been married for 15 years.  WOW!  It is hard to believe.  For those of you who don't know how DW and I ended up together, I will try to give a short synopsis.  We grew up about 2 blocks apart, we went to the same church, etc., but it wasn't until Jennifer (Pendleton) Whitehead and Mike Thompson set us up that we started dating the summer before my senior year.  The rest is history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see if I can come up with 15 reasons why I love ol' DW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  His faith and love for God.  This is tantamount to a strong relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  He loves our little girls with all his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  He loves my family.  This is very important to me because my family is VERY CLOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  He is a Lutheran.  This made it very easy for us to build our relationship on.  There was no squabbling about where we would go to church or what church we would raise our family in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  He has a great family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  He is very funny.  I know many of you haven't seen this side of him.  But he can make me laugh like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  He enjoys the simple things.  A ride in the country, sitting on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  He introduced me to NASCAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  He makes very good decisions for the betterment of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  He is very handsome with his gray hair and long eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  He cares about his appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  He can cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  He can wash clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Did I say he was handsome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  He loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-5544673667741680203?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5544673667741680203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=5544673667741680203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5544673667741680203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5544673667741680203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-4834219059050682505</id><published>2008-07-06T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:31:23.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bay Fishing and Shrimping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGaLEe4e9I/AAAAAAAAALE/o2RFYMh8TNM/s1600-h/100_2434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220122958071626706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGaLEe4e9I/AAAAAAAAALE/o2RFYMh8TNM/s320/100_2434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of Reagan, our guide, Mike, and the redfish Reagan caught all by herself.  He was too little to keep so we sent him back out to find Mama and Papa.  I don't think we spoke fish language because our boat only caught 2 keepers.  It was a reall bummer when we got back to the wharf and the other boats caught all of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGaLQkT4fI/AAAAAAAAALM/ZzhvGDK25S8/s1600-h/100_2440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220122961315619314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGaLQkT4fI/AAAAAAAAALM/ZzhvGDK25S8/s320/100_2440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now for the shrimping story.  Since it was our first time down at the Texas coast we weren't aware of all the things to see and do down there.  Our first day on the beach we see this guy with this PVC pipe sucking up dirt, shooting it out, and then looking for something.  Being the responsible adult that we are, we sent Reagan and Caden to investigate and to report back.  Come to find out there are ghost shrimp that bury themselves in the sand along the surf.  You use the shrimp sucker to pull them out.  Needless to say, we invested in several of these.  Of course, we aren't quite sure who had more fun with them, the children or the adults.  Please note that I looked through all my pictures and I only have pictures of the adults with the shrimp suckers.  If you go to the Texas coase you definitely need to invest in one of these "suckers".  Loads of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGaL9By9JI/AAAAAAAAALU/LzL-u_n5iWQ/s1600-h/100_2451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220122973250450578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGaL9By9JI/AAAAAAAAALU/LzL-u_n5iWQ/s320/100_2451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGaMNW49pI/AAAAAAAAALc/SS499Xn9LNE/s1600-h/100_2452.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGaMtP1yII/AAAAAAAAALk/WYnqw01wPLM/s1600-h/100_2453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220122986194258050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGaMtP1yII/AAAAAAAAALk/WYnqw01wPLM/s320/100_2453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-4834219059050682505?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4834219059050682505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=4834219059050682505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4834219059050682505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4834219059050682505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/07/bay-fishing-and-shrimping.html' title='Bay Fishing and Shrimping'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGaLEe4e9I/AAAAAAAAALE/o2RFYMh8TNM/s72-c/100_2434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-2649933251389906052</id><published>2008-07-06T22:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:17:50.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin Eddy and his friends go on vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGQN7GR78I/AAAAAAAAAKk/kUqtVaPB4uU/s1600-h/100_2434.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know how many of you remember Cousin Eddy from National Lampoon's Vacation but that is what the title references.  DW took up to calling super Dave Cousin Eddy and it was a big laugh the whole week.  Anyway, I thought I would carry it over to my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Vacation 2008 was a blast. There were four families (9 adults, 1 teenager, and 8 children) in all and we all stayed in our RV trailers at an RV park in Port Aransas. Talk about relaxing - we did a lot of it. Here are a few pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220112038936408674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGQPfiLcmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/F5sbBZSGYuU/s320/100_2493.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; This is a picture of the 9 and under group minus Henlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blake, Reagan, Caden, Madison and Gage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGPBKvixnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jhaofkCChGc/s1600-h/100_2423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220110693325522546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGPBKvixnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jhaofkCChGc/s320/100_2423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the teenager Rylee.  Isn't she Hot!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGPB6ETVxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/H0Dz1AWfKCQ/s1600-h/100_2451.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGNgbhWa-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/yGQeAMaYAsg/s1600-h/100_2350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220109031382084578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGNgbhWa-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/yGQeAMaYAsg/s320/100_2350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Reagan and Caden spent a lot of time playing in the sand.  Reagan always was covered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGNg9yyHwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eLiF3Wvvd9c/s1600-h/100_2351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220109040582008578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGNg9yyHwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eLiF3Wvvd9c/s320/100_2351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the cabana that took at least 4 people to put together.  Vance was the only "man" around that day because all the other ones had gone deep sea fishing.  Anyway, he was quite the trooper in helping all us helpless women put the cabana together so that Momo and Henlee could sit in it.  Momo and Henlee greatly appreciated everyone's efforts.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220110682184230530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGPAhPQJoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/63oSzwQIyFo/s320/100_2391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGNhrpxR-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Qcfli2lJq7c/s1600-h/100_2358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220109052892235746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGNhrpxR-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Qcfli2lJq7c/s320/100_2358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why is everyone in the surf?  Don't you know there are sharks out there?  Oh, that's right, if you drink a lot of beer or have fruity drink day then all that liquid has to go somewhere right. Please note that Kristi is on dry land taking the pictures because Kristi doesn't like beer and won't drink fruity drinks.  LOL  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220110679152781794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGPAV8f6eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vLsmk6_feOs/s320/100_2390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGNiWWb78I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/51-q0aA88eg/s1600-h/100_2361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220109064353869762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGNiWWb78I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/51-q0aA88eg/s320/100_2361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the life.  Sitting on the beach with good friends and family, reading a book (I think we actually did more visiting that reading), the surf lapping at your toes, and drinking a cold beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We had a great time.  However, Lisa and Amy say that we are headed back to Mexico next year.  For some reason they like the maid that comes and mops your floors everyday to get all the sand out and something about the cabana boys that bring the fruity drinks to you.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-2649933251389906052?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/2649933251389906052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=2649933251389906052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2649933251389906052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2649933251389906052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/07/cousin-eddy-and-his-friends-go-on.html' title='Cousin Eddy and his friends go on vacation'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SHGQPfiLcmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/F5sbBZSGYuU/s72-c/100_2493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-9176403459579609786</id><published>2008-06-24T08:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:50:05.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Henlee's Simple Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Henlee turns six months old this week.  Totally unbelievable.  I have really tried to keep her tiny.  She was wearing #2 diapers and I looked at the #3 diapers and thought, "there is no way my tiny little baby can fit in that thing.  It will absolutely swallow her."  Guess what?  It fits perfectly.  I also kept squeezing her into some of her 3-6 month clothes, once again thinking that there is no way my baby could be growing so much that she would need the 6-9 month clothes.  Wrong again.  She now has two teeth and has developed more of her personality.  She arches her back and tries to wriggle out of her carseat when I am putting her in.  Also if you are holding her and not meeting her needs fast enough, she will do the same thing.  Some of her favorite things right now are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.  Vegetables - she loves them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.  Her sister making funny noises (like burping).  Henlee giggles and giggles at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3.  Gus our dog - if she could just get a hold of him she would slurp him good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4.  Riding in her stroller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5.  Swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6.  And of course her Mom.  (This is always going to be a favorite because this is my blog. LOL).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&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/1700685483836148504-9176403459579609786?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/9176403459579609786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=9176403459579609786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/9176403459579609786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/9176403459579609786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/06/henlees-simple-six.html' title='Henlee&apos;s Simple Six'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-3731787087117750676</id><published>2008-06-19T11:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:07:03.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Daddy!"  I love to hear Reagan say this.  It just has a special ring to it and loaded with love.  I never imagined that when Darrell and I had a family that 1.)  we would have girls, and 2.) that he would be such a great Dad.  When I was pregnant with Henlee, people would always say, "Doesn't Darrell want a boy?"  His answer always was, "Girls can do just as much as boys."  It is both of our opinions that God blesses us with what he thinks is best for us.  He knew that DW needed little girls to soften his heart.  When I see Darrell with his girls, it makes my heart do backflips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213633422777682530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SFqL-ZnEimI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VCp-r54exro/s320/531710964605_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SFqImPYcZwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jRAD4DgsCJo/s1600-h/100_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213629709180233474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SFqImPYcZwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jRAD4DgsCJo/s320/100_0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SFqIm7s2mdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/za2nyNnfJZo/s1600-h/100_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213629721076996562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SFqIm7s2mdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/za2nyNnfJZo/s320/100_0730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Reagan with her Daddy's hat on sitting on our porch waiting for her Daddy to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-3731787087117750676?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3731787087117750676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=3731787087117750676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3731787087117750676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3731787087117750676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/06/daddy.html' title='Daddy'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SFqL-ZnEimI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VCp-r54exro/s72-c/531710964605_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-6131284939223382045</id><published>2008-06-16T18:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:45:46.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday, swinning, and a tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reagan finally came home after two weeks at my sister's.  We are pretty boring people now.  When the neighbor girls are your good friends and they have a pool, your aunt takes you to Main Event, Six Flags, and to the movies, how is there any time to get bored.  She hasn't even unpacked her bags.  She thinks she will be going back soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SFb42pJCMJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gw-DW164iF4/s1600-h/100_2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212627236368298130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SFb42pJCMJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gw-DW164iF4/s320/100_2311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henlee went swimming for the first time on Saturday.  SHE LOVES THE WATER.  She definitely takes after her Mom and sister.  We would be in the water 24/7 if we didn't have to work, clean house, wash clothes, and we had our own pool. Thanks Gina for letting us swim -  We'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SFb31OYv3mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/u4uVSqwxZSw/s1600-h/100_2301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212626112494952034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SFb31OYv3mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/u4uVSqwxZSw/s320/100_2301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday was my 21st (or something like that) burthday and my husband planned a trip with our good friends - Becky and David - to the Horny Toad in Cranfills Gap. This was my second trip there, but the other three have been there many times during the last year while I was pregnant. We had a wonderful time and I was pleasantly suprised that ol' DW made these plans well in advance. Thanks DW, Becky, and David. I had a wonderful Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On another note, Henlee has her first tooth.  We didn't even know it.  She wasn't fussy, run fever, wake up during the night, or have swollen gums.  It just appeared.  Thank goodness she was number 2 and took 7 years to get here, otherwise, I might have a house full of kids.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-6131284939223382045?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6131284939223382045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=6131284939223382045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6131284939223382045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6131284939223382045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-swinning-and-tooth.html' title='Birthday, swinning, and a tooth'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SFb42pJCMJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gw-DW164iF4/s72-c/100_2311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-4830836571103971573</id><published>2008-06-09T21:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:08:36.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope, Courage, Bravery, Endurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3rEIo2BqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vFW-H6vji9o/s1600-h/100_2298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210078800208332450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3rEIo2BqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vFW-H6vji9o/s320/100_2298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my cousin Debra. She is the oldest of the Wenzel cousins and I am the youngest of the first cousins. She is currently battling breast cancer and is undergoing chemo. She has her last treatment this weekend and then will start radiation. This has been very demanding physically and emotionally on her not to mention how it has effected her family who has always looked to her for strength. Debra holds a special place in our family and we pray daily for God to grant her Hope, Courage, Bravery, and Endurance. I will wear my pink bracelet as a sign of my encouragement and prayers for you Debra. We love you and pray for you daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-4830836571103971573?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4830836571103971573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=4830836571103971573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4830836571103971573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/4830836571103971573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/06/hope-courage-bravery-endurance.html' title='Hope, Courage, Bravery, Endurance'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3rEIo2BqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vFW-H6vji9o/s72-c/100_2298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-666468940595339852</id><published>2008-06-09T19:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:44:08.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation and Family</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, my Mom, my sister, my niece, myself, and Reagan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Henlee&lt;/span&gt; headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Denton&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;counsin&lt;/span&gt; Kate's graduation. This is my Mom's side of the family - better known as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wenzel&lt;/span&gt; side. There is close to 50 of us when we are all together. We always have a very good time. I can't recall a time that I have never wanted to go or have wanted to leave early from a family gathering. This is a picture of my Mom and my aunts and uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3m6Iv2bWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Y4Ist5Mc2j0/s1600-h/100_2297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210074230392515938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3m6Iv2bWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Y4Ist5Mc2j0/s320/100_2297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3TA7LiUcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Tl4qNaLVM3c/s1600-h/100_2294.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture of all us "girls". Usually Bryce is with us but he was on the lake with his best bud, Jake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3TC-DMZhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zePFZmqAo_s/s1600-h/100_2294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210052391907124754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3TC-DMZhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zePFZmqAo_s/s320/100_2294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the graduation girl, Kate, on the left with her sister Krysta. Krysta recently got engaged and we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; excited. If you have ever been to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wenzel&lt;/span&gt; wedding, you know we all enjoy ourselves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;immensely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3TD04yJyI/AAAAAAAAAII/leD6DT476pY/s1600-h/100_2295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210052406627411746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3TD04yJyI/AAAAAAAAAII/leD6DT476pY/s320/100_2295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congatulations Kate. We are very proud of you and glad you gave us a reason to have a party and get together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-666468940595339852?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/666468940595339852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=666468940595339852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/666468940595339852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/666468940595339852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/06/jijoijpoj9ih8yhiji.html' title='Graduation and Family'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3m6Iv2bWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Y4Ist5Mc2j0/s72-c/100_2297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-6991333317917777885</id><published>2008-06-09T18:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:44:38.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Racing</title><content type='html'>Friday night the Craftsman Truck series was racing at TMS (Texas Motor Speedway) and since we have season tickets, Darrell and I took Reagan and my niece, Rylee. My brother and his family were given tickets and met us there. We had a great time. Ron Hornaday was able to hold on for the win ( he beat Kyle Busch) and DW was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3DPDGQpxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/u3bdYze9pjw/s1600-h/100_2278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210035007234549522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3DPDGQpxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/u3bdYze9pjw/s320/100_2278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3DPuAKdZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vwkOz0-9dtM/s1600-h/100_2279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210035018751702418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3DPuAKdZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vwkOz0-9dtM/s320/100_2279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-6991333317917777885?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6991333317917777885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=6991333317917777885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6991333317917777885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6991333317917777885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-night-racing.html' title='Friday Night Racing'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SE3DPDGQpxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/u3bdYze9pjw/s72-c/100_2278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-3004744033060282495</id><published>2008-05-31T08:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T08:56:18.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFYBQony2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4SoaZtycJW8/s1600-h/100_2276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206539422885464930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFYBQony2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4SoaZtycJW8/s320/100_2276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFYCAony3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/FcQ3RjkbX7k/s1600-h/100_2275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206539435770366834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFYCAony3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/FcQ3RjkbX7k/s320/100_2275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the last day of school, the elementary has a talent/variety show.  The children try-out before their teachers the week before and the top 3 acts are chosen to perform at the talent show.  Reagan as you can see was one of the acts chosen.  She sang 'Soak Up the Sun' by Cheryl Crowe.  She did a fabulous job.  She will tell you she wasn't nervous at all.  All the kids did a great job and we were especially proud of our little Sunshine Girl.  Great Job Reagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-3004744033060282495?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3004744033060282495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=3004744033060282495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3004744033060282495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3004744033060282495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/05/talent-show.html' title='Talent Show'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFYBQony2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/4SoaZtycJW8/s72-c/100_2276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-7742140194600849086</id><published>2008-05-31T08:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:45:01.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This past weekend myself, my Mom, Lisa, and her kids all went to Buchanan Lake/Dam and camped out in our new trailer, Jay (this is what Reagan has named it). The McAnallys, the Shucks, and the Youngbloods (except they left early because Ryan was tired and couldn't take the heat :))were also there. I think there were 16 of us in all. Darrell didn't get to come because of course he was working but he took the trailer down for us on Friday and set it up then came back to work. We had a great time. No makeup was worn, no curling/straitening iron was used, and the attire of the weekend was swimsuits, shorts, and t-shirts. Just great relaxing fun. My Mom even liked it and she was a bit skeptical. Of course, Thursday night when I was trying to get everything loaded into the trailer and my sister was trying to get all the food and their stuff packed in the Suburban, we discussed that fact that maybe staying at the Mariott was a better idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from the weekend. The kids had a blast as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFUaQonyyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jeOLh6F41Ws/s1600-h/100_2253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206535454335683362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFUaQonyyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jeOLh6F41Ws/s320/100_2253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Reagan taking one the of the boys down. I think she has been watching too much American Gladiators.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFUbwonyzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P-XPg-YmyB4/s1600-h/100_2256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206535480105487154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFUbwonyzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/P-XPg-YmyB4/s320/100_2256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Meagan and Reagan. They were rarely out of the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFUdQony0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/LozDgTBu-jw/s1600-h/100_2257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206535505875290946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFUdQony0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/LozDgTBu-jw/s320/100_2257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meagan, Reagan, with stud-muffin Caden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFUdgony1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VG5DGglDVLQ/s1600-h/100_2255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206535510170258258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFUdgony1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VG5DGglDVLQ/s320/100_2255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Henlee enjoying the shade from the umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-7742140194600849086?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7742140194600849086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=7742140194600849086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7742140194600849086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/7742140194600849086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SEFUaQonyyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jeOLh6F41Ws/s72-c/100_2253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-2018024063570875916</id><published>2008-05-27T10:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:24:12.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Henlee's Fave Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDwnVwonyxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LtMN6y79kXc/s1600-h/978630364605_0_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205078524119468818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDwnVwonyxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LtMN6y79kXc/s320/978630364605_0_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDwnJwonywI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vNXIxD0goZI/s1600-h/DSC_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205078317961038594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDwnJwonywI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vNXIxD0goZI/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDwmxgonyvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/W5CNHw73r3s/s1600-h/DSC_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205077901349210866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDwmxgonyvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/W5CNHw73r3s/s320/DSC_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Henlee: You were 5 months old yesterday. It is really hard for me to believe that you haven't been a part of our family forever because you complete us. You favorites right now are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your blankie when you are tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your sister talking and playing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your Mom holding you and your Daddy talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your bottle - you love this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleeping. You are a very good sleeper. You go to bed between 8:30 and 10:00 and sleep until 6:30 and 8:00 - Sometimes longer if I can let you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the sweetest smile and are really starting to talk a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-2018024063570875916?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/2018024063570875916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=2018024063570875916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2018024063570875916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/2018024063570875916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/05/henlees-fave-five.html' title='Henlee&apos;s Fave Five'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDwnVwonyxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LtMN6y79kXc/s72-c/978630364605_0_SM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-3989755737081653390</id><published>2008-05-21T22:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:29:52.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect in Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDT2aQonyrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YwUPBZYCN5o/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls and I had our pictures made this past weekend by Beccy Rowe. She did an awesome job. I had set it up for 9:00 Saturday morning thinking that Henlee would sleep until 8:00, I would feed and dress her and she would be ready to show off. Well, Henlee woke up around 7:00 so by 9:00 she was ready for a nap. Beccy took the pictures of Reagan while Henlee took a nap and ate again and then we came back to finish up. There are 131 pictures in all. Beccy took the pictures of me and Henlee while we were giving Henlee a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Mother holds her children's hands for a little while but their hearts forever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTwNQonyiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nyL7HPj1YeI/s1600-h/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203047580114078242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTwNQonyiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nyL7HPj1YeI/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy, I just love my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTwNgonyjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Nxrg1NmdqvY/s1600-h/DSC_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203047584409045554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTwNgonyjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Nxrg1NmdqvY/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203051505714186850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTzxwonymI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UH8zYa3VWEs/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203054559435934402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDT2jgonysI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lodyqj6L6u8/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTwNgonykI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4SpTDWJvchA/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203047584409045570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTwNgonykI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4SpTDWJvchA/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorites because Reagan is like this with Henlee all the time. There is something about sisters and their bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTvbAonydI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2i5EUPZwjYg/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203046716825651666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTvbAonydI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2i5EUPZwjYg/s320/DSC_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTvbwonyeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6MkPNlfOJZ4/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTvbwonyfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RcIcq2fMGPo/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203046729710553586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTvbwonyfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RcIcq2fMGPo/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTvcAonygI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4caKoGn-9mo/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203046734005520898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTvcAonygI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4caKoGn-9mo/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTvcQonyhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BTt-0l3b_GY/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203046738300488210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTvcQonyhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BTt-0l3b_GY/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-3989755737081653390?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3989755737081653390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=3989755737081653390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3989755737081653390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3989755737081653390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/05/picture-perfect-in-pink.html' title='Picture Perfect in Pink'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SDTwNQonyiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nyL7HPj1YeI/s72-c/DSC_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-1028143531883090272</id><published>2008-05-14T15:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:49:10.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Underwear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCtOGlE1FhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Iw_ofTlL9qQ/s1600-h/wfmwsmall%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200336069667919378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCtOGlE1FhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Iw_ofTlL9qQ/s320/wfmwsmall%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate touching underwear, towels, wash cloths, or socks when I get ready to put them in the washer. I also don't like them to touch my other dirty clothes. Therefore, I have a presort system that I learned from my mother-in-law. I have a separate basket that towels, socks, underwear, etc., go into. When it is time to wash, I simply carry the basket to the washer and dump it in. Works for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Check out other great ideas at &lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/"&gt;http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-1028143531883090272?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1028143531883090272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=1028143531883090272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1028143531883090272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/1028143531883090272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/05/dirty-underwear.html' title='Dirty Underwear'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCtOGlE1FhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Iw_ofTlL9qQ/s72-c/wfmwsmall%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-6391360572499516943</id><published>2008-05-12T21:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:12:11.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Reagan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCj9glE1FbI/AAAAAAAAADY/BSxKtJsR-38/s1600-h/100_2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199684505949246898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCj9glE1FbI/AAAAAAAAADY/BSxKtJsR-38/s320/100_2232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet sis, Lisa, and Henlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCj9hVE1FcI/AAAAAAAAADg/P-DSg3GIVpg/s1600-h/100_2233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199684518834148802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCj9hVE1FcI/AAAAAAAAADg/P-DSg3GIVpg/s320/100_2233.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, my Mom, sister, and brother, Everett&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCj9hlE1FdI/AAAAAAAAADo/n64PK6EtB9Y/s1600-h/100_2234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199684523129116114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCj9hlE1FdI/AAAAAAAAADo/n64PK6EtB9Y/s320/100_2234.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Jane, Reagan, and Henlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCj9h1E1FeI/AAAAAAAAADw/8-QHmbhEMKg/s1600-h/100_2237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199684527424083426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCj9h1E1FeI/AAAAAAAAADw/8-QHmbhEMKg/s320/100_2237.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darrell, his Mom, and Henlee&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCj9iFE1FfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8IbGfKpdcjc/s1600-h/100_2238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199684531719050738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCj9iFE1FfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8IbGfKpdcjc/s320/100_2238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this is the third time I have started this and I can't decide where I want to go with it but I think I have figured it out.  I was going to write about how blessed I am to be a Mom to two beautiful girls but I decided to look a little farther, so here goes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank you Mom for raising me to love my family, love others, and most of all God.   Thank you for loving my children and assuring me that I am making good decisions for them.  Thank you for bringing me lunch so that I can work out at lunch.  Thank you for helping me fold my clothes.  Thank you for staying with me and rubbing my feet when I was sick.  Thank you for being a pillar of strength.  Thank you for going shopping with me, or going to Weatherford with me, or just going with me.  Thank you for being MY MOM and Momo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jane, thank you for having a son that knows how to cook, that appreciates a clean house, and loves his family.   Thank you for raising him to be a Christian man who leads his family to thank and praise God for our Blessings.  Thank you for giving him great memories as a child that he wants to create those kind of memories for his own children.  Thank you for being a Grandma to our children and loving them.  Thank you for all the wonderful meals - on Sundays, Birthdays, while I was sick, etc.  Thank you for being Darrell's Mom and Grandma Jane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One of my favorite passasges in the Bible is Proverbs 22:6 - &lt;em&gt;"Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it."  &lt;/em&gt;My good friend Celia Kennedy gave me a cross when Reagan was born that had this verse on the back.  Whenever I see this cross, I am reminded of the job I have.  My Mom did it with me, Jane did it with Darrell, and now I will do it with my children.  It is not easy but with God's strength helping me, Reagan and Henlee  will one day fly.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-6391360572499516943?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6391360572499516943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=6391360572499516943&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6391360572499516943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6391360572499516943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-reagan-rides_12.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCj9glE1FbI/AAAAAAAAADY/BSxKtJsR-38/s72-c/100_2232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-3110292611813840467</id><published>2008-05-07T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:41:42.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oat Crop and Rick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCJTA5-8WVI/AAAAAAAAACw/X-IlwbBk-OU/s1600-h/100_2213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197808194968901970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCJTA5-8WVI/AAAAAAAAACw/X-IlwbBk-OU/s320/100_2213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCJTBJ-8WWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6fg9Qd9ywY4/s1600-h/100_2214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197808199263869282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCJTBJ-8WWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6fg9Qd9ywY4/s320/100_2214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCJSbp-8WSI/AAAAAAAAACY/OCqBIbHqCbQ/s1600-h/100_2211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197807555018774818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCJSbp-8WSI/AAAAAAAAACY/OCqBIbHqCbQ/s320/100_2211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCJSb5-8WTI/AAAAAAAAACg/ViTxzt4ha7I/s1600-h/100_2210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197807559313742130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCJSb5-8WTI/AAAAAAAAACg/ViTxzt4ha7I/s320/100_2210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCJScZ-8WUI/AAAAAAAAACo/3bLCyVGn-mg/s1600-h/100_2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197807567903676738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCJScZ-8WUI/AAAAAAAAACo/3bLCyVGn-mg/s320/100_2209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is that time of year again - harvest time. We wanted to get a picture of the girls with their Daddy before Super Dave (David Melde) comes and windrows the oats. It seems that that always happens on Mother's Day weekend. This weekend or next weekend is probably Darrell's last weekend off for a while. That means that me, the girls, and Momo will be spending lots of time together. I am sure that I will blog again about our oat crop when it actually gets harvested since it will be Henlee's first harvest. We all get pretty excited around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have also included a picture of our new bull - Rick (better known as RD). We discovered the other week that our other bull, Fuzzy, wasn't meant to be a Daddy. As you can see, RD is quite the Casanova. He has already been courting the ladies. Here he is with Freckles. He is a little small but the boy is only 17 mos. old.  The ladies definitely have them a younger man.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I have not figured out how to post my pics with the paragraph or then how to move them where I want them.  Have a great weekend and hug your Mother and tell her you love her.  Love you Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-3110292611813840467?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3110292611813840467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=3110292611813840467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3110292611813840467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3110292611813840467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/05/oat-crop-and-rick.html' title='Oat Crop and Rick'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SCJTA5-8WVI/AAAAAAAAACw/X-IlwbBk-OU/s72-c/100_2213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-6446784912604963009</id><published>2008-05-04T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:05:47.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun 4 $1.99</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SB5rOTikVzI/AAAAAAAAABI/zuKvFK0-Oxk/s1600-h/100_2203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196708913539733298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SB5rOTikVzI/AAAAAAAAABI/zuKvFK0-Oxk/s320/100_2203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SB5rOzikV0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/e5aVoGJVdBA/s1600-h/100_2205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196708922129667906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SB5rOzikV0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/e5aVoGJVdBA/s320/100_2205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SB5rPDikV1I/AAAAAAAAABY/RHJsVsR7b44/s1600-h/100_2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196708926424635218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SB5rPDikV1I/AAAAAAAAABY/RHJsVsR7b44/s320/100_2204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SB5rPjikV2I/AAAAAAAAABg/6XpDaSdIIv0/s1600-h/100_2208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196708935014569826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SB5rPjikV2I/AAAAAAAAABg/6XpDaSdIIv0/s320/100_2208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reagan has been asking her Daddy about flying a kite for the last couple of weeks. On Thursday he went and bought a kite at the local Alco store. We went to Church this morning and after a good visit with Momo and Papa and Grandma Jane, we busted out the $1.99 kite. It was so much fun. Darrell reminisced about him and his brother, Doug, flying kites as young boys in their backyard. Darrell is soooo good to do things like this with Reagan. This is when you sit back and love your husband MORE for the love he has for your children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-6446784912604963009?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6446784912604963009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=6446784912604963009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6446784912604963009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/6446784912604963009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-4-199.html' title='Fun 4 $1.99'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SB5rOTikVzI/AAAAAAAAABI/zuKvFK0-Oxk/s72-c/100_2203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-5416321020620773715</id><published>2008-05-01T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:59:49.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I was thinking last night as I went to bed what I was going to post today. I was actually going to do a post on each of the girls but then I remembered that it was Thankful Thursday. As I thought about this, I have a lot to be thankful for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My health - as some of you know the start of this year was quite bumpy and now I can say I am truly thankful to have my health back. I don't think you realize how bad you feel until you feel good again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Along with the first one, a great healthcare system, doctors, nurses, etc. right here in town. Being in the hospital for a eight days and being able to be right here in town was wonderful. I would take our doctors and staff over any big hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My precious girls - Each day I thank God for trusting me with their care and upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My job - Most of you know that I have the best job in the whole wide world and that is because I have one of my best friends for a boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A great babysitter for my girls - Bobby is the best and loves those kids like her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Finally my family - every single one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I could go on and on but this is enough for now. Have a great day and remember to count your Blessings each day - it will make you smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-5416321020620773715?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5416321020620773715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=5416321020620773715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5416321020620773715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5416321020620773715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/05/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-5514982168548261916</id><published>2008-04-30T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:58:37.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SBkHdTikVwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WRHDfug5TgU/s1600-h/100_2145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195191845191440130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SBkHdTikVwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WRHDfug5TgU/s320/100_2145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SBkHdjikVxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PnkmRp6uBiw/s1600-h/100_2165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195191849486407442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SBkHdjikVxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PnkmRp6uBiw/s320/100_2165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SBkHeDikVyI/AAAAAAAAABA/LiY-hooUGtA/s1600-h/100_1965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195191858076342050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SBkHeDikVyI/AAAAAAAAABA/LiY-hooUGtA/s320/100_1965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I would do this (blogging) but our life is sooo fun right now that I wanted to share it with you. Thanks to the very talented Shelley for designing my blogspot. I love it and the music. Thanks also to Shelley for encouraging me to do this. Sometimes I just need to be pushed off the cliff. I told her that I probably needed blogger 101 but maybe I can take baby steps through this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to try to post some pictures of the girls. Some are from when Henlee was first born and some are from Easter. I hope you enjoy and please come back to share in our lives, laughter, and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-5514982168548261916?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5514982168548261916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=5514982168548261916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5514982168548261916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/5514982168548261916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SBkHdTikVwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WRHDfug5TgU/s72-c/100_2145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1700685483836148504.post-3450435844090864551</id><published>2008-04-30T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:00:23.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a blogger!!...</title><content type='html'>After lots of begging by Shelley... I am now a blogger.  Be patient while I get it all set up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1700685483836148504-3450435844090864551?l=sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3450435844090864551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1700685483836148504&amp;postID=3450435844090864551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3450435844090864551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1700685483836148504/posts/default/3450435844090864551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarandspice-kristi.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-blogger.html' title='I am a blogger!!...'/><author><name>kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14876582972352384275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zRmhlxJvirY/SumoHTkF5LI/AAAAAAAAAqU/pdyJw8MMnTo/S220/dwandkristi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
