<?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-5392351708326971645</id><updated>2012-02-10T14:32:48.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RADstitches</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2459817018103714685</id><published>2009-10-23T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:44:27.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin patch 2009</title><content type='html'>This is how almost all my pictures turned out!  I had to chase her if I wanted pictures!  We were not there for too long until we went on the hay ride out to the fields to pick out pumpkins.  There were so many pumpkins that were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ruined&lt;/span&gt; because of all the rain that we had for like 15 days or more... It was really sad to see all the damage. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SuJGQt4pzBI/AAAAAAAABWg/eLVMf1vUd2w/s1600-h/IMG_5914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395952556552342546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SuJGQt4pzBI/AAAAAAAABWg/eLVMf1vUd2w/s320/IMG_5914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (ok so this is suppose to be the first thing you read, but I am too lazy to move it so work with me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a FAST and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;furious&lt;/span&gt; trip to the pumpkin patch in Grady, Arkansas this week with Dalton's kindergarten class.. First of all we left 40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; late as a result of waiting on the school buses. Don't even get me stated on that!  Since we had to be back by a certain time I knew it was going to be crazy and it was!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SuI9TuO4gUI/AAAAAAAABWQ/D96b2bDwIcA/s1600-h/IMG_5941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395942712580538690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SuI9TuO4gUI/AAAAAAAABWQ/D96b2bDwIcA/s320/IMG_5941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; many pumpkins there were rotten, flattened and just plain ruined!  You would pick it up by the stem and the stem would just break off.  We finally found a pumpkin that did not have a rotten spot in it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SuI9TLkhYDI/AAAAAAAABWI/yrNJ3obEPCs/s1600-h/IMG_5935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395942703276056626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SuI9TLkhYDI/AAAAAAAABWI/yrNJ3obEPCs/s320/IMG_5935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child is such a ham!  You can NOT make her be still hardly or smile with doing that "thing" with her nose... I don't know where she got that from but it drives me NUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SuI9S01vElI/AAAAAAAABWA/8BCaDWUHYcg/s1600-h/IMG_5927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395942697174241874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SuI9S01vElI/AAAAAAAABWA/8BCaDWUHYcg/s320/IMG_5927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;porta&lt;/span&gt; potties freaked my child out, and I am totally surprised that she would even "go" in one of them... Let me tell you how it went down... I held her over the potty!    Every single time.. WHEW!  And  if you know her you know that she goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SuI9Snxv_LI/AAAAAAAABV4/NkjTG5mfKq8/s1600-h/IMG_5914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395942693667863730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SuI9Snxv_LI/AAAAAAAABV4/NkjTG5mfKq8/s320/IMG_5914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run... guess that means that she really enjoyed herself!  I was so glad that they decided to go even if it was a super fast trip! &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-2459817018103714685?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2459817018103714685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2459817018103714685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2459817018103714685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2459817018103714685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch-2009.html' title='Pumpkin patch 2009'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SuJGQt4pzBI/AAAAAAAABWg/eLVMf1vUd2w/s72-c/IMG_5914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-8753802692344470496</id><published>2009-09-03T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:31:31.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalton is 6....</title><content type='html'>On August the 6th Dalton FINALLY turned 6... and the very next day when she woke up she announced to me that she was ALMOST 7!!!!!  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBORB-dZKI/AAAAAAAABVw/VheCNQUEGHM/s1600-h/IMG_5573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377384009575523490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBORB-dZKI/AAAAAAAABVw/VheCNQUEGHM/s320/IMG_5573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is still so tiny to me. But, is so growny now that she is coming home telling us all the "happenings" from school!  2 boys are fighting over who is going to sit/stand/etc by her.. how funny is THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBOQqsSz0I/AAAAAAAABVo/AADl6y1E6ks/s1600-h/IMG_5556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377384003325316930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBOQqsSz0I/AAAAAAAABVo/AADl6y1E6ks/s320/IMG_5556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves her daddy with all her heart.. and me too I think cause after I was talking about my trip to NY today she announced to me that I WOULD NOT be going to NY again because she missed me too much !  LOL&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBOQMtlD-I/AAAAAAAABVg/4m6j3rhVR_4/s1600-h/IMG_5574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377383995277643746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBOQMtlD-I/AAAAAAAABVg/4m6j3rhVR_4/s320/IMG_5574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves animals.. no matter how big or small.  She also loves her build a bears..... and their WARDROBE! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBOP7tqUaI/AAAAAAAABVY/sXnnVQx1czw/s1600-h/IMG_5591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377383990714585506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBOP7tqUaI/AAAAAAAABVY/sXnnVQx1czw/s320/IMG_5591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is a HAM!  You really have to know her to appreciate it.  She comes out of her shell when we least expect it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBKd18vrsI/AAAAAAAABVQ/mrRfbarUvWw/s1600-h/IMG_5613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377379831638896322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBKd18vrsI/AAAAAAAABVQ/mrRfbarUvWw/s320/IMG_5613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBKdqlqGiI/AAAAAAAABVI/xOUuZOjGulY/s1600-h/IMG_5614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377379828589271586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBKdqlqGiI/AAAAAAAABVI/xOUuZOjGulY/s320/IMG_5614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves to call her Papaw Robert!  Oh, and she LOVES her some Ben Coulter... she sings with him to the top of her lungs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBKdFHh2ZI/AAAAAAAABVA/r4NXduimlEY/s1600-h/IMG_5615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377379818530789778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBKdFHh2ZI/AAAAAAAABVA/r4NXduimlEY/s320/IMG_5615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is SOO funny!  I say that she gets her humor me from ME!  But she is also a redneck... she gets that from her daddy!  They both are so country talking.. I wish I could get her singing on video and post it for you to hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBKciDWnrI/AAAAAAAABU4/GlttMiW3fCs/s1600-h/IMG_5620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377379809118035634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBKciDWnrI/AAAAAAAABU4/GlttMiW3fCs/s320/IMG_5620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just had her birthday party, so I have pictures from that too... we make her cake/cupcakes!  We had the BEST time doing that too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBKcf1-5tI/AAAAAAAABUw/5LgyMXmjRjI/s1600-h/IMG_5621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377379808525084370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBKcf1-5tI/AAAAAAAABUw/5LgyMXmjRjI/s320/IMG_5621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out peeps!  Cause sister ain't far from being 7!!!  LOL&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-8753802692344470496?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/8753802692344470496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=8753802692344470496' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8753802692344470496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8753802692344470496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/09/dalton-is-6.html' title='Dalton is 6....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SqBORB-dZKI/AAAAAAAABVw/VheCNQUEGHM/s72-c/IMG_5573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-9048731953479994800</id><published>2009-09-02T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:53:00.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green grass and crayons....</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I found myself laying outside on my belly in the grass with the girls coloring... You know it is the small things in life that makes for the best memories!  I hope they will one day remember this wonderful day as well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-9048731953479994800?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/9048731953479994800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=9048731953479994800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/9048731953479994800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/9048731953479994800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/09/green-grass-and-crayons.html' title='Green grass and crayons....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-6302045565485575560</id><published>2009-08-23T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:24:56.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am getting it together...</title><content type='html'>Dalton says that she is no longer my little baby... I had to officially cut the cord this year, and send her to Kindergarten! And boy did it HURT me! She can say what she wants, but she is STILL my baby! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpH1IqMfDjI/AAAAAAAABUo/_xGtYt4DS5Q/s1600-h/IMG_5645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373345359544127026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpH1IqMfDjI/AAAAAAAABUo/_xGtYt4DS5Q/s320/IMG_5645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was such a big girl until her mama had a little meltdown in the class room, and when she latched on to my legs crying I knew that I had to suck it up or it was gonna be really bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpH1IAejNjI/AAAAAAAABUg/kdyTdlVPxvs/s1600-h/IMG_5644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373345348345607730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpH1IAejNjI/AAAAAAAABUg/kdyTdlVPxvs/s320/IMG_5644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She LOVES Mrs. Harper so far.... the day we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;orientation&lt;/span&gt; she leaned down to Dalton's level to talk to her and Dalton latched on to her and hugged her... I melted right then and there!!! I know Mrs. Harper from way back then as a person, and she has always been the same sweet talking lady every time you saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpH1HyiXGZI/AAAAAAAABUY/3wOFCcJsrh0/s1600-h/IMG_5642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373345344603494802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpH1HyiXGZI/AAAAAAAABUY/3wOFCcJsrh0/s320/IMG_5642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shut down shop for a while to decide if I wanted to close my blog all together or not. And after all the personal emails that I got from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; friends alone checking on me to make sure that I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... I have to keep on going! Thanks so much girls for letting me know that you care. I have a lot of changes going on with me, and one of those things is a personal decision to cut down on computer time and phone time. I am not on the phone a lot due to work, but my time when my girls are not at school is much more important to me now. I check a lot of blogs, but don't always have the time to comment... I am trying to fit everything in and it is HARD! Thanks for hanging in there with me peeps!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth, I thought you would have been here by now... Promises, promises.. well, threats actually, but dang it woman I knew you would just show up one day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND HERE WE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalton had her mind set that she wanted a new hair cut for school!!! Here is the back view.... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpHwTbPovoI/AAAAAAAABUQ/v7ekexnP5xo/s1600-h/IMG_5641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373340046951235202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpHwTbPovoI/AAAAAAAABUQ/v7ekexnP5xo/s320/IMG_5641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the side view, and if you know her you know that she LOVES her fancy earrings!&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpHwSw2dZDI/AAAAAAAABUI/nuGDhlYI4vg/s1600-h/IMG_5640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373340035571344434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpHwSw2dZDI/AAAAAAAABUI/nuGDhlYI4vg/s320/IMG_5640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So don't think she was going to her first day of K &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; a new fancy pair on! I just knew MO would hook a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; up! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; And Avery... she is getting so big! I can't believe that when I took Avery for her 1st day of K.. Heavy D was less than a week only and was in a tiny carrier....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpHwStL8S2I/AAAAAAAABUA/C_hMP_UcjWo/s1600-h/IMG_5638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373340034587708258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpHwStL8S2I/AAAAAAAABUA/C_hMP_UcjWo/s320/IMG_5638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still fine at this point until I walked back inside to get my purse, and there was a text on my phone from Ms. Pam... At that time I thought.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I am NOT going to do so well at this today!! And of all things.. Lee was working days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpHwSOrTXMI/AAAAAAAABT4/TcCTv5Y-qVU/s1600-h/IMG_5636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373340026397744322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpHwSOrTXMI/AAAAAAAABT4/TcCTv5Y-qVU/s320/IMG_5636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 11 year old 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader, and barely 6 year old K...... WOW! So hard for me to believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpHwRh4gdtI/AAAAAAAABTw/NAsCdoyQB_o/s1600-h/IMG_5635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373340014373533394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpHwRh4gdtI/AAAAAAAABTw/NAsCdoyQB_o/s320/IMG_5635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a great year... full of new things for us all! I know I have alot to update on, and if the picture uploader thing will cooperate then maybe I can get caught up some!!!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-6302045565485575560?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/6302045565485575560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=6302045565485575560' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6302045565485575560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6302045565485575560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-getting-it-together.html' title='I am getting it together...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SpH1IqMfDjI/AAAAAAAABUo/_xGtYt4DS5Q/s72-c/IMG_5645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-7446520354982005022</id><published>2009-07-24T11:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:21:28.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready to hit the road...</title><content type='html'>I am turning over a new leaf people!  I had a new years resolution to do some things for myself this year BESIDES going to the dentist or my gyno-ca-logicial appointment!  Yes, I do play pokeno one a month, but should I really even count that 2 1/2 hours that flies by?  I mean it feels like I am there like 15 minutes!  So, I would say NOOOO!!!  So, with that being said... DRUM ROLL PLEASE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to NEW YORK CITYYYYYYYYY!!!  Avery's dance teacher has workshops there, and she needed me to hold her hand on the airplane!  Seriously!  She is a BASKET CASE!!!!  And then I needed a running buddy cause don't think I was going to sit there for 3 days watching gay men in leotards do their thang.. no thanks!  So, my well traveled  SIL is going too!  We have big plans while there too!  I can't not WAIT!!  Oh, we leave tomorrow afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am sure that I will have LOTS to share!  Just so you know I am so deep into motherhood that I have only been away from my kids...um, not much EVER!!!  Like to let you see what I mean Dalton went to Papaw Robert's house with her daddy last year to hunt while I was here with Avery for school.  And Avery just has stayed a night here and there at friends houses.  So, I wonder who this is going to be the hardest on!?!?!  I am looking forward to it, and know that I will have LOTS of great stories to share when I get back!   I have told myself that I can NOT feel guility about this trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-7446520354982005022?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/7446520354982005022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=7446520354982005022' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7446520354982005022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7446520354982005022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-ready-to-hit-road.html' title='Getting ready to hit the road...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5362228781216090372</id><published>2009-06-30T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:37:09.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I DIE?  Noo...</title><content type='html'>But thanks for checking on me! Gonna try to do better... I PROMISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are somethings that have been going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dalton lost her first tooth... It was the day that we had her league softball party here... About 10 minutes before the party actually started and the drama started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; Lee had to pay her $5 to let him near her just to pull it! She could take her tongue and push it completely side ways out ! GA-ROSS But, even w her little bit of drama Avery is still the winner in that department! Ta-RUST me on that one! Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LAWD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We are finally done with our traveling softball.. not really we, but good grief when I go to every single happening I can get away with saying WE! We played in Monticello (only about 45 minutes away) in the State tournament and got 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda glad we ended up with that or there would have been an invite to go to Texas and the girls have to stay with HOST families... I would have to hope that by me being perched in their front yard in a TENT would not have been an issue. I would have only bothered them when I needed to potty... or to check on my 11 year old baby.. OR unless I got like really hot and needed to come in and take a breather in the ac... other than that I am sure that I would have been totally fine with letting my child stay in a complete strangers house! YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Everything is finally over... no more league softball or dance for 2, gymnastics or traveling softball... Is it really over? PINCH ME! And if I am dreaming... DO NOT WAKE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We went blueberry picking on Father's day and it was just.. well, how do you say it!?!?! Oh, wait! HOT AS HELL! It was so hot that I did not even THINK to get the camera out.. Like we worked like a bunch of freaking DOGS to get what we got and I am not even joking... My daddy was having a really hard time and normally he is a trooper in the heat! Up in there picking and the sun shinning on you and no breeze makes for a not so fun trip! I ended up getting a little sick that day actually... It was horrible! Heat index that day was 106*!!! BUT, there will be another trip because I do not have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; berries to last me until next year! Yes, I am a piggy when it comes to those fresh blueberries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; stopping at #4 tonight because tomorrow I am taking my little women to Monroe! We gotta get up and get w the program in the am! Avery has been working for Lee and with me and Dalton has tooth fairy money burning a hole in her pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing.. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; came from a quick visit last weekend and we were in the pool. I had on my 2 piece... Don't worry I am NOT one of those gals that thinks it is cute to plaster pictures of myself in a 2 piece all over the i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt;! But as we were sitting on the steps talking Dalton goes... um, mama you need to check yourself! I was like WHAT? She kinda said it again very softly and pointed to my boobs... This kid is so funny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-5362228781216090372?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5362228781216090372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5362228781216090372' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5362228781216090372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5362228781216090372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-i-die-noo.html' title='Did I DIE?  Noo...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-6100666750119204114</id><published>2009-05-27T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:20:58.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sh4QgW1ucEI/AAAAAAAABTo/0zw51g7jpLM/s1600-h/IMG_4275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340724356180766786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sh4QgW1ucEI/AAAAAAAABTo/0zw51g7jpLM/s320/IMG_4275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5392351708326971645-6100666750119204114?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/6100666750119204114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=6100666750119204114' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6100666750119204114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6100666750119204114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sh4QgW1ucEI/AAAAAAAABTo/0zw51g7jpLM/s72-c/IMG_4275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-7017229244317660956</id><published>2009-05-23T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:11:27.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So behind...</title><content type='html'>We finally have some things coming to an end... WHEW!  Dance recital was Sat night.. and it was great!  But, ya just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neva&lt;/span&gt; know when ya gonna run into a pair of camel toes!  Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lawd&lt;/span&gt; have MERCY!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics is over too.. not that we have even had a class since I paid back in April.  So, I will be getting some money back on that!   Avery has been very let down (4 times!) over that so I don't know if we will be back there next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been nuts around here the last couple of weeks!  Not to mention that my stupid piece of crap 10 year old laptop decided to KICK THE BUCKET!  Trust me.. you don't even want me to go there!  I mean WHY NOW!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our pool open, and we are so excited!  We took the cover off a while back, and it looked PERFECT!   This may not be a big deal to you, but this is the first time for us to open it up from the winter so Lee was super excited!  Dalton is still even able to wear a 12-18 month bikini!!!  It was the first bathing suit that she wore to the beach... I THINK!  Lord knows that I have slept since then and I could be wrong!  This kid will be 6 in Aug.. and let me just point out to you that she gets her petite figure from her mama!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, get up out of the floor.. the Joke for the day is OVA!  We have some big things we are working on in getting things in order around the pool this year.. so much so that LEE has even been talking about landscaping... LEE IS THAT YOU!??!  I have NEVER heard him say some things about the flowers...I need to check and see if he has fever with those fits?   I mean could this be some of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;feminine&lt;/span&gt; side coming out?  What the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of pics to look at and try to get some posted!  LOTS!  Oh, where to start?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-7017229244317660956?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/7017229244317660956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=7017229244317660956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7017229244317660956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7017229244317660956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-behind.html' title='So behind...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5921776070858594870</id><published>2009-05-13T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:19:45.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 14, 1972</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my... well, I can say that I have reached the age that I gotta stop and FIGURE out how old I am!  (Actually, this has been going on for a few years now!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) You kinda stop keeping up after that 18 and 21 for some reason.  Sad I know, but the funny thing is that I don't feel the numbers that I will say after I stop to do the math...  37!  The numbers do not phase me in the least....  It is what you make of it.  And I love my life, and the people in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 37 I find myself very happy.  I am a "BUSY" happy right now, but maybe after Sat night some things will slow down and I will get back to blogging.  Here lately I save my time for my girls, family, and special friends.  Funny how you learn what is important to you.  Between league softball, and dance for 2 kids, gymnastics for 1, and traveling softball for 1... practices, extra practices, games, out of town games and everyday work and living... I have been meeting myself coming and going.  It has been nuts... especially when you are married to a shift worker!   But, it is a good NUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many pictures to share, so will have to choose where to start!  I hope everyone is doing well... I appreciate everyone checking on me!  I have just been SO busy!  Dalton graduated Wee School last night, and I am so proud to post that she stood up on that stage and acted like she had some raisin'!   I could not get over how some of those kids acted... A LOT of them really!   I could not deal with these kids on a daily basis.  Let's just say that I would have purchased that margarita machine that I have been eye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ballin&lt;/span&gt; a LONG time ago!    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lawd&lt;/span&gt; have mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run and get busy for a super busy day tomorrow!  I promise that I will be back SOON and on a regular basis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, PS  I was actually born on Mother's Day.  Funny how things have ended up with that.  You just never know what turn your life will take.  Appreciate what you have.. you never know when it will be gone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-5921776070858594870?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5921776070858594870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5921776070858594870' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5921776070858594870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5921776070858594870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-14-1972.html' title='May 14, 1972'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-3566204607278724433</id><published>2009-04-23T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:40:46.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 250th blog post to meeeeee!</title><content type='html'>Well, this is not the way that I wanted to handle my 250th blog post! I had it all planned out, but obviously my antique computer had other plans... trust me when I say that you don't want me to even go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, driving home yesterday (without my co-pilot in the back.. dang it!) I see this car coming out of a local tobacco mart....  I almost broke my neck and had a dang wreak  trying to do a do a double take... SERIOUSLY!  The girl.. that had to be in her twenties... was SUCKING her THUMB!  I nearly had a STROKE!  Needless to say sista better be glad that I did not have my camera or I would have chased her down like I did the man in Crossett that likes to wear a dress!   HE was in Wal-Mart one day and lets just say that I could not help myself!  LOL  Jerry if you are reading this... What's up? and where you been man???   I have not seen you lately!  Jerry even came to my garage sale once.. Avery was about 3-4 and that is a another story all in itself!  Oh, and I should point out that he loves to wear GREEN!  NOT kidding!  There's a bird!  So, back to my thumb sucking story!  Can you imagine if dalton would have been in there with me!  Oh my WORD!!!!  This is almost as good as the footed pj's that I found at Target that would fit ME!  But, I can tell you that I would have made a big statement if I would have bought those to have worn to our pajama pokeno night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, been doing coupons... Got my dish washing tablets the other day.. I bought 2 packages!  It was like $9.50 before coupons and $3.50 afterwards!  Go MEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Beth E and CATHY BROWN!  You can settle down now cause I POSTED!  Thanks to everyone else checking on me... I am BUSY!  Between all my work, kids activities and everything on going I have been meeting myself coming and going!  I am loving this weather too.. what about you?  Our goal is to get the pool cover off in the next few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen anything that has shocked you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-3566204607278724433?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/3566204607278724433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=3566204607278724433' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3566204607278724433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3566204607278724433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-250th-blog-post-to-meeeeee.html' title='Happy 250th blog post to meeeeee!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2822224341840619484</id><published>2009-04-09T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:52:10.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishin at Papaw Robert's house...</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoon we decided at the last minute to head over to papaw Robert's house. This Papaw Robert fellow is my daddy for those new readers out there. After a call to make sure that he was there.. we were quickly packed and were on our way! I have this thing about not liking to go there when he is not there... for one I have to cook when he is not there, but to go there to that empty house makes me think of what it will be like we something happens to him and I can't deal. So, any hoo.. Avery called about half of the way there and told him to be ready to go fishing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all put on our knee high rubber boots and take off! We have to wade in water up to our knees, but it was FUN!! Dalton was one of the first ones to catch a fish too! She was so excited.. I wish I would have had my video camera! There was a lot of OH, OH, OH... I got one! I got one! Help me! Help me! It was so funny! The second one that she caught rated higher than the larger one that she caught the first time. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7HrOZJ1bI/AAAAAAAABTg/06Eq8EI8Hi8/s1600-h/IMG_3198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322911355010405810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7HrOZJ1bI/AAAAAAAABTg/06Eq8EI8Hi8/s320/IMG_3198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you look REALLY close you can see "the little bitty fishy" that she caught! Any time she sees any kind of animal she starts talking in a little bitty vocie and tells us awww look how cute whatever is! In the above picture you can see Lee trying to BRIBE her to hold it. She was NOT liking that idea at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7GjIETNjI/AAAAAAAABTY/J0n59gSP1q8/s1600-h/IMG_3199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322910116361745970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7GjIETNjI/AAAAAAAABTY/J0n59gSP1q8/s320/IMG_3199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she finally held it and she was like an old pro! When we were still out fishing Lee had put the fish in the bucket, and she was talking really loud in that little bitty voice and said... OH, look! It's flapping its wings! (It was swimming around in the water!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7FByO1vnI/AAAAAAAABTQ/NX1MnndRs2w/s1600-h/IMG_3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322908444053061234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7FByO1vnI/AAAAAAAABTQ/NX1MnndRs2w/s320/IMG_3200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7DfGK9znI/AAAAAAAABTI/yKI4EdJ9U0Q/s1600-h/IMG_3201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322906748598472306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7DfGK9znI/AAAAAAAABTI/yKI4EdJ9U0Q/s320/IMG_3201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If it were up to my daddy he would have had it mounted for her. He got the biggest kick out of listening to her! Avery learned to throw for herself really good! But, that does not mean that she is completely maintenance free. Dalton on the other hand you have to get her set to reel it in and then she reels the line in like she is headed to a fire! It was really hard to get her to slow that down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7CpNnmVzI/AAAAAAAABTA/bZWdqtq_JLU/s1600-h/IMG_3202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322905822884681522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7CpNnmVzI/AAAAAAAABTA/bZWdqtq_JLU/s320/IMG_3202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my other fisher-woman! This is her holding her fish after her little sister talked her into it saying... Oh, come one Avery it is nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7CClnLQKI/AAAAAAAABS4/zTpVGv3_Rgs/s1600-h/IMG_3204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322905159310459042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7CClnLQKI/AAAAAAAABS4/zTpVGv3_Rgs/s320/IMG_3204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to have a little group shot of the girls! (and their fishies!)&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7BgL4wIHI/AAAAAAAABSw/6Bce_Qr1OO8/s1600-h/IMG_3206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322904568289304690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7BgL4wIHI/AAAAAAAABSw/6Bce_Qr1OO8/s320/IMG_3206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this fellow on the other hand was inside whipping up supper... 1 1/2" steaks! Have I ever told you he is the BOMB when it comes to cooking!?!?! He even had our steaks topped with jalapeno peppers this night. Normally, it is grilled mushrooms and onions, but I guess he is panning out. Avery requests his chicken and dumplings! They are to die for! These grilled steaks were great too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even woke up to pancakes with fresh blueberries that he had taken us to pick a few months before. The girls had to also have fried eggs and bacon. When they smell bacon they go... OH, smells like Papaw Robert's house! I am so thankful they they are able to have these memories already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Post edited to add that we ate ALL the fish for dinner while at Papaws.  Except  for the itty bitty one that LEE said was too little to clean... so she threw it out with the guts of the ones that he did clean!  Guess who found her little bitty fishy!?!?!?  Yep!  You should have heard her asking WHY we did not eat her little fishy!  AND you should have heard her daddy explaining it to her!  She actually asked me and papaw Robert and we said... GO ASK YOUR DADDY!    LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-2822224341840619484?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2822224341840619484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2822224341840619484' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2822224341840619484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2822224341840619484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/04/fishin-at-papaw-roberts-house.html' title='Fishin at Papaw Robert&apos;s house...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd7HrOZJ1bI/AAAAAAAABTg/06Eq8EI8Hi8/s72-c/IMG_3198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2800424581137254194</id><published>2009-04-08T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:08:52.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd1z6kp-2RI/AAAAAAAABSo/xzmSQvc2QX4/s1600-h/IMG_3335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322537784731162898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd1z6kp-2RI/AAAAAAAABSo/xzmSQvc2QX4/s320/IMG_3335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5392351708326971645-2800424581137254194?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2800424581137254194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2800424581137254194' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2800424581137254194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2800424581137254194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/Sd1z6kp-2RI/AAAAAAAABSo/xzmSQvc2QX4/s72-c/IMG_3335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-1882161115659610834</id><published>2009-04-07T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:07:11.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very observant child</title><content type='html'>After we left Wee school today we were sitting at a signal light when I spotted something and just held my breath....  At the top of her little lungs Dalton goes... Mama, look at that man walking and WHY is he carrying a purse?  Once again... I DON'T KNOW Dalton!  She goes.. boys ain't suppose to carry a purse are they mama!?!?  I just say.... NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child does not miss any thing!  At least the man that likes to wear a dress while doing his rat killing around town has moved.   Good grief!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-1882161115659610834?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/1882161115659610834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=1882161115659610834' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/1882161115659610834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/1882161115659610834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-observant-child.html' title='Very observant child'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5017413006632348876</id><published>2009-04-07T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:24:08.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A problem..</title><content type='html'>Hello.  My name is Robin, and I am addicted to diet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; pepper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER thought I would say that, but since my run with weight watchers... this is my new problem.  Well, next to peach tea that is... but I don't count that as a problem since I technically only get cotton mouth when I don't drink my peach tea, and I get a headache if I don't have a diet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; pepper for a few days.  The ones at the Dollar Tree are the best.  They are only a BUCK, and are ice cold... they actually are ice cold because when you open it is ices up inside!  Once I got one.. got home and opened it and 75% of it gushed out uncontrollably in my kitchen sink.  I was devastated!  Yes, I had only bought one.  Lesson learned!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you addicted to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-5017413006632348876?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5017413006632348876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5017413006632348876' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5017413006632348876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5017413006632348876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/04/problem.html' title='A problem..'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-1170051219848448146</id><published>2009-04-06T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:41:01.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving ball practice today...</title><content type='html'>While leaving ball practice today Dalton spots 2 weenie dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weee&lt;/span&gt; look at that little bitty weenie dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh, yea.. he is cute!  (I was not even looking cause I was trying to back out of the drive way..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton:  OH, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WEEEE&lt;/span&gt; there's another one! They are so cute mama look at em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, yea they are cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton:  Why are they called weenie dogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't  know Dalton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton:  I bet it is cause they LOVE to eat weenies!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people I AM back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;.  I have been so busy and I am totally worn out.  I seriously have to get caught up on my sleep.  That is like really high on my to do list for this week!  Ball practices have started and I am already running around like a chicken with my head cut off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-1170051219848448146?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/1170051219848448146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=1170051219848448146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/1170051219848448146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/1170051219848448146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaving-ball-practice-today.html' title='Leaving ball practice today...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-4026260158063427992</id><published>2009-03-23T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:07:42.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Branson!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!  We are in Branson for a few days to trying to relax!  Tonight we went to Joe's Crab Shack, and the watched the light show down at Branson landing afterwards.. it was so neat!  Now we are back at the hotel..motel..holiday inn letting the kids swim!  I am in the lobby trying to update but Lee is texting me buggin me about goggles! LOL  We spent the day at Branson Landing and it is like a CLEAN Bourbon Street for those of you that have never been there!  Tomorrow after swimming we will go to the Dixie Stampede.  YEEE HAWW!!!  Anyway, got a few fun pictures and can't wait to get home and upload them and write my story!  Do ya miss me!?!?!  Or did you even know that I was gone?  See you soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-4026260158063427992?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/4026260158063427992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=4026260158063427992' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4026260158063427992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4026260158063427992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-from-branson.html' title='Hello from Branson!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-4803569871489022528</id><published>2009-03-20T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:40:24.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>secret lurker....</title><content type='html'>I was informed this morning by my lover boy that he had read what I wrote about him on my blog! I was like what!??! You mean the one &lt;a href="http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversation.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CONVERSATION&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;post? Needless to say he just rolled his eyes AGAIN! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; He told me... don't be surprised if you get on there one day and I have said about about YOU!! I laughed.. as to BRING IT ON BOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we (meaning ME) are in the process of getting ready to go away for a couple of days for Spring Break! Yesterday Dalton asked me all kinds of questions about Texas (that is NOT where are are going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;) and today she told the girls at Wee school that we were going to Colorado! What does this chic dream about at night!!? She does have 2 bags packed already... slammed full of her BAB stuff. Needless to say I will have to help her re-pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am so thankful for this beautiful day, and my great friends. What do you have for break, and what are you thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Spring and thanks for following me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-4803569871489022528?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/4803569871489022528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=4803569871489022528' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4803569871489022528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4803569871489022528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/03/secret-lurker.html' title='secret lurker....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-8410859600484052925</id><published>2009-03-18T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:02:04.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going private part III</title><content type='html'>I am doing all I can to get everyone hooked up that requested to go private with me.  I have had a couple of people tell me that they did not get an invite yet.  I have sent everyone a request to the email that you left on the comment section... if you have not gotten this please comment again.... remember that I am not posting these, but if you do not have an addy listed then I can't very well send you one!   I deleted each comment as added the address, so there is no way for me to double check!  Please if you have my phone number DO NOT call me about this.  I am trying to work to get ready to be off a few days during spring break, and can not sit and discuss this!  Not tryin to offend, but I am a working girl you know.. that also has to carry on conversation with the 5 year old that is here with me while I am working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-8410859600484052925?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/8410859600484052925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=8410859600484052925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8410859600484052925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8410859600484052925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-private-part-iii.html' title='Going private part III'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-6263581930220736897</id><published>2009-03-16T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:16:48.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative things... think about it!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed how negative some people can be?  Do you ever stop and think about the positive things in your life instead of constantly dwelling on the negatives?  Do you listen to yourself, and what you talk about during the day?  Do you hear the things that you say, and how you say them?  Are you thankful for what the good Lord has given you? Or do you constantly complain about things.... every thing.. even the little bitty things!?!?!  Or do you know someone that does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge you to pay more attention to yourself, and the people around you.  Try to be more positive for the things you have in life, and don't dwell on the negatives.  When someone has something negative to say.. do them a favor and point out something positive to them.  We all seem to take so many things for granted now a days... and remember that no body likes to be around some one that is negative all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-6263581930220736897?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/6263581930220736897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=6263581930220736897' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6263581930220736897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6263581930220736897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/03/negative-things-think-about-it.html' title='Negative things... think about it!!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-8279623923962362650</id><published>2009-03-16T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:06:16.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going private.. part II</title><content type='html'>I have sent invitations to most of you that have requested to go with me when I go private.  The problem is that I have a ton that have requested to go with me, but they did not leave their email in the comment section.  If you want to go private with me, and you left an address then you should have gotten an email from me by now.  If you have not then you need to comment again on this with an EMAIL address so I can send you an invitation.  If I personally do not know you then you need to give me the low down on who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on opening another blog with my goodies on it so there will not be a problem with that.  I will let you all know what the bloggy address it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lot of work, and I am trying my best to get this all done so HELP me and give me the address so I don't have to track you down!  LOL So, help me people!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and BTW got a good story of a conversation that took place last night between me and the 5 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-8279623923962362650?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/8279623923962362650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=8279623923962362650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8279623923962362650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8279623923962362650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-private-part-ii.html' title='Going private.. part II'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5374642528936999726</id><published>2009-03-12T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:09:34.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going private....</title><content type='html'>****  Hey Blonde girl (Joyce) you gotta comment and leave your email address so I can send you an invite!  LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that if I don't know you and you have a private blog, and I can not see it then you won't be gettin in to mine either! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you all know that in a few days I will be going private. With all the NUTS running around out there I have the severe gut feeling that I should do this.. no questions asked! Holler if you want to be a part of it! See ya on the flip side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment with your email address and I will send you an invite... this is the way that it works. And I will not post the comment with you email on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For some reason I feel like I need to say this SLOWLLLYYY for some of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;HAVE&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;HAVE&lt;br /&gt;YOUR&lt;br /&gt;EMAIL&lt;br /&gt;ADDRESS&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;ORDER&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;ADD&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;PRIVATE&lt;br /&gt;BLOG&lt;br /&gt;ROLL&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;IF&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;SENDY&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;GET&lt;br /&gt;INVITEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-5374642528936999726?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5374642528936999726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5374642528936999726' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5374642528936999726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5374642528936999726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-private.html' title='Going private....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-7366308588921771399</id><published>2009-03-09T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:07:31.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful day</title><content type='html'>Today Lee and I enjoyed this beautiful day and got out to get the yard in order.  We enjoy keeping up our place.. it is a lot of work, but when it is all said and done it makes up appreciate it all so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend!  We took Avery to a softball tournament this weekend and ended up at Papaw Robert's house Sat night... we walked in the door to fried deer meat, fried okra, french fries, pots and gravy and ONION!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  He spoils us when we are there!  He and Avery even brought me breakfast in bed Sunday morning!   We all spent the day with my brother and sister in law and my nephews!  Our girls LOVE to spend time with them!  They all play together so well and always have a great time!  The time got away from us and we did not even make it home until at 9!  What a bummer that Monday means SCHOOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today we get a call that Dillon (my nephew that is closest in age to Avery) was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ERl&lt;/span&gt;!  He has broken his arm on the trampoline!  Hope you are not in too much pain Dillon.... we will talk to you soon!   We will get you some lessons from Avery on how NOT to have that happen!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-7366308588921771399?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/7366308588921771399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=7366308588921771399' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7366308588921771399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7366308588921771399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful day'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-7759311440743264980</id><published>2009-03-03T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:48:16.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M I A</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I have been MIA.. just have not wanted to blog lately! Yes, I am fine. Thanks for the calls and emails. Actually, I was kinda looking for Beth E to show up on my door step any day now! I thought about holding out just to see how long it did take her to show up! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; ready for this weekend.. finally something different going on! Dalton has been working me over time hitting the potty every 10 minutes (and NO I am not joking) she went to the Dr today and she has a bladder infection! This weekend we went out with another couple to eat and I kid you not when I say that she went to potty like 10 times in the hour and a half that we were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on strike last week as far as picking up after people that live with me. This week is a new week, and as long as they understand that what is not put back in its place goes in the trash then they all can continue to live here! Dalton has already had a couple of mini break downs, but I think I am getting the point across. I am NOT their maid. Unless they want to pay me for those services then we can renegotiate the contract... otherwise.. FORGET IT! It's on like a chicken bone cause this chic means bees-wax! As of right now I am not moving out... I don't guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no this is not a suicide note... but to all my wonderful girlfriends... thank you for always being you and for not trying to be some goody two shoes that you (we) are not... thank you for loving my girls and me too... thank you for thinking enough about me to ask my opinion and yet not get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;po'ed&lt;/span&gt; when I tell you the truth... thank you for trusting me with your children.. thank you for throwing a fit and letting me listen...thank you for making me feel normal... thank you for just sitting and talking to me like a normal human being...thank you for being adults... thank you for all the wonderful encouraging words.. thank you for your time... thank you for YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows that I am missing time from certain people in my life, and I find myself filling this blank spot in my heart with certain people.. and you know who you are.. especially on Mondays. Thank you. What would I do without you? You turn my 2 hours in to 4, but I don't mind. Lee doesn't mind either... not matter how much he mouths about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-7759311440743264980?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/7759311440743264980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=7759311440743264980' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7759311440743264980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7759311440743264980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/03/mia.html' title='M I A'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-8077067142126876494</id><published>2009-02-20T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:51:23.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation....</title><content type='html'>Me: in the house working when he calls for me to come out and pick out shingles.. it does not take me but a minute, and I am back inside to get busy again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Comes in....Where are those papers from the roofer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You took them to the insurance company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Yes, I KNOW that but I brought them back and GAVE them to YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UUHHHH&lt;/span&gt;, NO you did NOT give them to ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: YES, I did! WHERE would YOU have put them when I gave them to YOU!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That does not matter cause you did NOT give them back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: YES, I DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Read my lips boy!!! NO, YOU DID NOT.... (putting up the dishes at this point) I asked you for them, and you informed me you still have them in your truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: No, I brought them in and laid them down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WAIT.. I thought you GAVE them to ME!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Lee rolling his eyes at me says "I DID!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: I am fixing to slap you if you don't get away from my computer desk!!  ( I mean business about my piles of papers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Laughing... they are in this house some where.. WHERE would they be!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: folding up clothes and getting hostile by the second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Well, I am just going to call the insurance guy and ask if he has the copy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, you mean the copy that is telling him that he was wrong on the appraisal? THAT is really organized Lee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: Well, YOU have the papers some where in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: no I do not have the freaking papers... GET OUT OF THE BILLS.. THOSE ARE BILLS.. GET out of the pile!  An ESTIMATE would not be in the BILL pile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: blah, blah, blah (at this point I ain't even listening any more!) I mean come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: at this point have folded clothes, put them up, put the clean dishes up, made 2 bed and just picked up in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee: frantically digging in drawers and looking every where but in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; cause he just KNOWS those papers are in this house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I go out to his truck (the spot that he started the search in the first place) and opened the door, crawled up in the dang thing, pulled down the visor, got the piece of paper, got out of the truck, shut the door, came back in and started rattling the paper like a maniac while he was on the phone with the poor insurance lady.....  and I said to him... HERE YA GO! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lee:  WHERE HAD YOU PUT IT!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me:  I guess I had neatly folded it and put it above the visor in your truck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lee:  rolled his eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-8077067142126876494?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/8077067142126876494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=8077067142126876494' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8077067142126876494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8077067142126876494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversation.html' title='Conversation....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2699184158642421190</id><published>2009-02-17T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:03:33.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers...</title><content type='html'>Please lift our family up in prayers...  We need lots of them over the next few days!   I will not go in to detail, but everything is appreciated! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-2699184158642421190?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2699184158642421190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2699184158642421190' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2699184158642421190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2699184158642421190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayers.html' title='Prayers...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-3054422280532198251</id><published>2009-02-13T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:14:26.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different color bag....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SZi9qQwJV4I/AAAAAAAABSg/3phnFpAFFww/s1600-h/IMG_2888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303197094977820546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SZi9qQwJV4I/AAAAAAAABSg/3phnFpAFFww/s320/IMG_2888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SZXb9jKYIUI/AAAAAAAABSY/SagsGTwQfnU/s1600-h/IMG_2798.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a sample of the second bag... the lettering would be the royal blue! Only 2 left! Email for details... be sure to see the last post for measurements etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:larbarnett@windstream.net"&gt;larbarnett@windstream.net&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/5392351708326971645-3054422280532198251?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/3054422280532198251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=3054422280532198251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3054422280532198251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3054422280532198251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/02/different-color-bag.html' title='Different color bag....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SZi9qQwJV4I/AAAAAAAABSg/3phnFpAFFww/s72-c/IMG_2888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-8979761163705799951</id><published>2009-02-13T08:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:59:00.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New bag.. very limited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLACK/WHITE polka dotted bag SOLD OUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This laminated bag is 20 inches wide X 15 inches tall with a Velcro closure at the top. There is one little side zipper pocket in the bag. I only have a limited number of these! The vinyl lettering is available in lime green, electric blue, hot pink, light pink, purple, red, yellow, orange, and teal.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SZWbh-KYjlI/AAAAAAAABSQ/1366LD_GyGw/s1600-h/IMG_2796.JPG"&gt; The name will be on one side of the bag. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302315144223166034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SZWbh-KYjlI/AAAAAAAABSQ/1366LD_GyGw/s320/IMG_2796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your font choice is curlz like Avery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SZWbhziNAGI/AAAAAAAABSI/-FA3rHzpwU0/s1600-h/IMG_2795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302315141370282082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SZWbhziNAGI/AAAAAAAABSI/-FA3rHzpwU0/s320/IMG_2795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or this font that can be sure for a boy or a girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Email for prices. &lt;a href="mailto:larbarnett@windstream.net"&gt;larbarnett@windstream.net&lt;/a&gt; These are first come.. first serve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can wipe this clean! These are great for the pool, a baby bag, an over night bag, teachers gifts, birthday parties, or even for yourself!!!&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/5392351708326971645-8979761163705799951?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/8979761163705799951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=8979761163705799951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8979761163705799951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8979761163705799951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-bag-very-limited.html' title='New bag.. very limited!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SZWbh-KYjlI/AAAAAAAABSQ/1366LD_GyGw/s72-c/IMG_2796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5374300949417271165</id><published>2009-02-11T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:10:40.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was SOOO wrong...</title><content type='html'>So, the other night (2 nights ago) I decided that I would do some sit ups...  So, after breaking a sweat and starting to feel the burn.. I thought I had done enough (this really meaning that I could not do any more!)  I stopped with 7ish... oh, lets just round the number up to 10.. you know cause it sounds SOOOO much better... no pain, no gain right!?!?!?  And here I was thinking that I had not bettered myself when low and behold tonight I sneezed and almost started to cry...   MY STOMACH is so SORE that it actually hurt and hurt really bad when I sneezed!  I know... sad huh!??!   But I am TRYING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Don't be a hater!  It ain't healthy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-5374300949417271165?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5374300949417271165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5374300949417271165' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5374300949417271165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5374300949417271165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-sooo-wrong.html' title='I was SOOO wrong...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-6975542531890974451</id><published>2009-02-10T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:57:36.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prices....</title><content type='html'>For pricing email me at &lt;a href="mailto:larbarnett@windstream.net"&gt;larbarnett@windstream.net&lt;/a&gt;   This way I will be sure to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; all of your questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Robin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-6975542531890974451?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/6975542531890974451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=6975542531890974451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6975542531890974451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6975542531890974451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/02/prices.html' title='Prices....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-1654812923579643101</id><published>2009-02-07T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:42:36.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppa Louis comes to vist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SY3UM74p_VI/AAAAAAAABSA/bwYIKykSuQU/s1600-h/IMG_2777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300125655183785298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SY3UM74p_VI/AAAAAAAABSA/bwYIKykSuQU/s320/IMG_2777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my brother, Robert Louis.. aka Poppa Louis to my girls.... Dalton took up with him on this visit and REALLY talked... she even went up to him and said... Hey, you wanna pick me up to see if you can tell if I am 5!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SY3UMmugL9I/AAAAAAAABR4/NHRMoLOjBgY/s1600-h/IMG_2775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300125649504055250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SY3UMmugL9I/AAAAAAAABR4/NHRMoLOjBgY/s320/IMG_2775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Needless to say he enjoyed this... if you know Dalton she will either talk your head off of NOT SAY A WORD! He also gave her a business card with his number so she can call him... I am going to tell her to tell him next time that she charges to carry around business cards like that! Her build a bear fund is depleted and she needs to start rat holing again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed my visit with Robert Louis.. come back again some time will ya!??! LOL&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/5392351708326971645-1654812923579643101?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/1654812923579643101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=1654812923579643101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/1654812923579643101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/1654812923579643101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/02/ppppa-louis-comes-to-vist.html' title='Poppa Louis comes to vist!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SY3UM74p_VI/AAAAAAAABSA/bwYIKykSuQU/s72-c/IMG_2777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-6737588641852945999</id><published>2009-02-05T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:28:45.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papaw Robert turns 63!</title><content type='html'>Can you tell by the look on her face that he LOVES the cake!?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsQLSZxVFI/AAAAAAAABRw/g_IFjQfyYtM/s1600-h/IMG_2752.JPG"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299347172636054610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsQLSZxVFI/AAAAAAAABRw/g_IFjQfyYtM/s320/IMG_2752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ding dong... any one home?!  This son of a gun is to DIE FOR!  Oh, and don't try to eat it without milk.. just not possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsQLIMgqVI/AAAAAAAABRo/_sJs26vv2-k/s1600-h/IMG_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299347169896081746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsQLIMgqVI/AAAAAAAABRo/_sJs26vv2-k/s320/IMG_2750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at all those moist layers.... oh, don't even get me started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsQK0gzXhI/AAAAAAAABRg/MbajelvtzWQ/s1600-h/IMG_2748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299347164612484626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsQK0gzXhI/AAAAAAAABRg/MbajelvtzWQ/s320/IMG_2748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't you just love the romantic glow that a cake with 63 candles puts off?  LOL  It got really hot quick!  Avery insisted on the 63 candles!  He loved it, but you certainally can't tell by the look on his face here... LIVEN UP BOY!  You fixin to get to eat some ding dong cake BEFORE supper!  LOL  Avery did not want to take a chance that we would be too full after we ate dinner!  Papaw told her that he liked the way that she thinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsOQeFGKxI/AAAAAAAABRY/wMOO6Fmw9Qg/s1600-h/IMG_2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299345062646655762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsOQeFGKxI/AAAAAAAABRY/wMOO6Fmw9Qg/s320/IMG_2746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somebody call 911 before all the wax melts and ruins the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsOQBBiP8I/AAAAAAAABRQ/gNWMxQ9AVLA/s1600-h/IMG_2745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299345054847090626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsOQBBiP8I/AAAAAAAABRQ/gNWMxQ9AVLA/s320/IMG_2745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the proud look on Dalton's face.  Daddy was opening the bird feeders that they girls made one day!  He even gasped when he opened it.. he saw how proud the girls were.  He better have em hanging up the next time we go or his name just might be MUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsOPzwRX5I/AAAAAAAABRI/Rop2o5zSkvI/s1600-h/IMG_2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299345051285020562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsOPzwRX5I/AAAAAAAABRI/Rop2o5zSkvI/s320/IMG_2742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery was in charge of getting his gifts wrapped!  She really get into all of that now a days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsOPpiFxtI/AAAAAAAABQ4/tLJOKPrLzO8/s1600-h/IMG_2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299345048541185746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsOPpiFxtI/AAAAAAAABQ4/tLJOKPrLzO8/s320/IMG_2740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looky at the birthday boy!  All laid back and comfy like he is at a party that is all about him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsOP3ROxKI/AAAAAAAABRA/S2oUs7GratQ/s1600-h/IMG_2741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299345052228568226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsOP3ROxKI/AAAAAAAABRA/S2oUs7GratQ/s320/IMG_2741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Dalton waiting in the kitchen patiently... trying to be quite!  This is really hard for her when Papaw Robert is here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, his birthday was Jan 22 and I have not been in the mood to post much here lately!  I am trying to get better.  &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/5392351708326971645-6737588641852945999?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/6737588641852945999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=6737588641852945999' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6737588641852945999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6737588641852945999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/02/papaw-robert-turns-63.html' title='Papaw Robert turns 63!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYsQLSZxVFI/AAAAAAAABRw/g_IFjQfyYtM/s72-c/IMG_2752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-1822211018235690361</id><published>2009-02-03T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:53:48.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make up bags....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYjkMwQRnaI/AAAAAAAABQw/H09YxY9KORc/s1600-h/IMG_5816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298735869364116898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYjkMwQRnaI/AAAAAAAABQw/H09YxY9KORc/s320/IMG_5816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have some more make up bags in!  I have white, black, chocolate, lime green, hot pink and electric blue!! &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/5392351708326971645-1822211018235690361?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/1822211018235690361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=1822211018235690361' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/1822211018235690361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/1822211018235690361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/02/make-up-bags.html' title='Make up bags....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYjkMwQRnaI/AAAAAAAABQw/H09YxY9KORc/s72-c/IMG_5816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-7345270583130648095</id><published>2009-02-03T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:24:37.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 oz sippy cup with straw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYjflUy4m9I/AAAAAAAABQo/54Cu2In3W_Q/s1600-h/IMG_2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298730793931676626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYjflUy4m9I/AAAAAAAABQo/54Cu2In3W_Q/s320/IMG_2769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup that I have.  The straw folds up and down!  They are very cute!&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/5392351708326971645-7345270583130648095?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/7345270583130648095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=7345270583130648095' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7345270583130648095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7345270583130648095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/02/8-oz-sippy-cup-with-straw.html' title='8 oz sippy cup with straw'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SYjflUy4m9I/AAAAAAAABQo/54Cu2In3W_Q/s72-c/IMG_2769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-23365299023196520</id><published>2009-01-30T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:25:44.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering.....</title><content type='html'>WHY would a 5 year old boy ask my daughter at Wee school if she wanted to LICK TONGUES!?  Just so you all know... she was grossed out by it!  She wanted you (the little boy) to know if she did in fact lick tongues with you that SHE would have germs...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often wondered that if someone has a problem with you then why can't they be an adult and agree to talk it out?  We are not in high school.. or at least I am not anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and wouldn't it be so funny that if they (they being the someone that won't hardly talk to you) needed a recipe from you so they recruited someone else call you to get, and then after the fact someone told you how much THEY appreciated your recipe that SUCH AND SUCH gave them.. and when told about it you knew EXACTLY where is came from because the person that they had call you to get it never hard ever in fact calls you either!  Are ya with me!?!?  BTW... I'm flattered! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have someone that you know that says things to you that THEY maybe think are funny, but it truly hurts your feeling or makes you mad?  I DO!  And I have said things back to the person, but it seems to NOT get the point across? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-23365299023196520?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/23365299023196520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=23365299023196520' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/23365299023196520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/23365299023196520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering.....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-8341776436267921630</id><published>2009-01-27T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:32:28.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is free any more...</title><content type='html'>BUT THIS!  Today while out working I heard 2 different commercials offering free stuff.  All you gotta do is sign up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tryarmandhammer.com/"&gt;www.tryarmandhammer.com&lt;/a&gt;   Free toothpaste! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite &lt;a href="http://www.freedietdrpepper.com/"&gt;www.freedietdrpepper.com&lt;/a&gt;   On this one you get to pick either a 2 liter, or a 20 oz.  This is my drink of choice since my Weight Watchers days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-8341776436267921630?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/8341776436267921630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=8341776436267921630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8341776436267921630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8341776436267921630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-is-free-any-more.html' title='Nothing is free any more...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-8435081704382383350</id><published>2009-01-26T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:17:11.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update on cuteness...</title><content type='html'>Santa brought Dalton some furry flip flop house shoes.. she refers to them as FLIPPERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and little D were heading to get Avery from school and it was cold and had been raining.. she says to me... mama, if Avery does not have her jacket on then YOU need to give HER a talking to!  Now if you know Dalton you know the look she was giving me with her eyes too!  She is  a HOOT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-8435081704382383350?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/8435081704382383350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=8435081704382383350' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8435081704382383350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8435081704382383350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='update on cuteness...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5721567518355937673</id><published>2009-01-22T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:53:13.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAB!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me what was BAB? That is short for &lt;a href="http://www.buildabear.com/"&gt;Build A Bear&lt;/a&gt;!  Dalton is totally in love with her Lily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Claire&lt;/span&gt;.  I will try to get pictures of her with her baby soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-5721567518355937673?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5721567518355937673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5721567518355937673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5721567518355937673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5721567518355937673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/01/bab.html' title='BAB!?!?!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-336106750618162560</id><published>2009-01-19T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:58:00.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I drove by Starbucks today....</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; DID NOT not have the least little urge to pull in!  In fact, Avery goes... OH NO there's Starbucks!  I said... who wants to go to Starbucks!?!?!?  Everyone in the car (everyone being me, Dalton, Lily Claire, Avery and Blaire .. Avery's BAB!) hollered  NOOOOOooooooooo!  LOL  (except they/we/I did not laugh afterwards!)  I sware I even heard Lily Claire holler too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looka here people.  Say this with me slowly... ROBIN NO LIKEY COFFEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to part 2 of the therapy session...  Once again... slowly now... ROBIN NO LIKELY ESPRESSO.  ESPRESSO MAKE THE HAIR STAND UP ON ROBIN'S BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you think I am going to go out and buy anything coffee/espresso realated then I don't know what to tell ya cause IT AIN'T HAPPENING!!!!   So, if you want me to try it then you either need to either send me a Starbucks gift card in the mail, or do a drive by and leave me some frappathingys on the front porch cause I AIN'T BUYING IT WITH MY MOO-LA!   Oh, and address is available upon request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  MO, did not see any of your kinfolks roaming around in McAlister's today in WM!  What's up with THAT!?!?!   Meet me next time in the parking lot... Oh, and you know the one I am talking about and bring your frapa-lappy drink, and I will take a swaller!   But, you may want to get on the other side of the Hummer when I do.... you know.. just for safety purposes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-336106750618162560?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/336106750618162560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=336106750618162560' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/336106750618162560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/336106750618162560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-drove-by-starbucks-today.html' title='I drove by Starbucks today....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5648682850519375610</id><published>2009-01-18T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:56:38.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outting to Starbucks</title><content type='html'>So, for those of you that know me you know that I HATE coffee. Say it slowly with me... ROBIN HATES HER SOME COFFEE! Like some of it KINDA smells good, but if I get it close to my nose I will literally gag. NO JOKING! I can't even tell you the last time that I had even tasted it. Then, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friend Lindsay just totally insists on me trying something from Starbucks... A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; skinny french vanilla latte with an extra something another... shot I think. So, we went to Monroe a few weeks back and here goes the conversation between me and Avery (the 10 1/2 year old.. and Dalton butts in there every now in then too cause she is all worried about going to build a bear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me while driving.. makes a sudden turn left that is not our usual route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Mama, WHERE are we going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, you just wait and see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton: I thought I was going to get to go to Build A Bear FIRST when we got to Monroe!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;(*Note.. Dalton calls the MALL.. Monroe. I can not for the life of me make her understand that it is THE MALL and NOT Monroe. I guess that since we always go to the mall when in Monroe then that is just what she has stuck in her head!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dalton, we ARE in Monroe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton: No we are not. We are NOT at Monroe yet...&lt;br /&gt;NO, when we GET to Monroe Avery said that I could go to Build a Bear first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: WHAT DOES THAT SAY? Starbucks!?!?!?! WHY are we going to STARBUCKS!?!? Mama, remember WE don't drink coffee!!!!!!!??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pulling the ride into Starbucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NOOOoooo&lt;/span&gt;! Are WE fixing to actually DRINK COFFEE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton: I AIN'T GOING IN THERE TO DRINK COFFEE.. I'm going to build a bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dalton, you can't sit in the car by yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton: Well, I ain't drinking any coffee. I don't like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we ALL unload to go in Starbucks... Me, Avery, Dalton, and Lily Claire. Lily Claire being the build a bear. Oh, and Lily Claire is actually a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Eyes really big while grabbing her nose... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;peeeyouuuuuWEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it stinks in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it sure does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton: Telling Lily Claire to DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING while we are in this store.. DO YOU HEAR ME!?!?! (um, wonder where she has heard that before!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Avery:  lingering by the food section.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; drooling on the glass if I remember correctly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks guy: May I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... my friend tells me that I just HAVE to try a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; skinny french vanilla latte with an extra shot... Oh, and you can make it NOT taste like coffee.. cause I don't like coffee! **big smile**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks guy: Well, then you DO NOT want a extra shot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I'll take the extra shot if it is that French Vanilla creamer/flavoring stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks guy: Well, actually it is the ESPRESSO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT? It's got espresso in it!?!? Oh, no.. I don't like espresso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks guy: secretly thinking I am a nut case I am sure... cause he is just kinda looking at me with his head all tilted sideways like a dog when you talk to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, just do whatever you gotta do it to so I DO NOT taste coffee or espresso what so EVER.. and BTW we better skip that extra shot today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks guy: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'll fix you up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Turning to look at me....Mama, I'm scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Me too Avery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks guy: Here ya go mam.. try this and see what you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I take it from him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: her eyes are HUGE at this point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I take a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;swaller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: WELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hum, well I guess I could drink it if I HAD too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: here.. let me try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton: I'm NOT drinking it so don't even ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Takes a swig and almost pukes on the counter... and gives it back to me she says I DO NOT like that foamy stuff OR that TASTE... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;eww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what is that nasty taste!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks guy: that's the espresso.. so, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have to be honest...I do not like it ( I know that Lindsay just gasped!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks guy: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, then tell me what you DO like so I can try to make you something that you will like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hot chocolate.. with french vanilla and sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks guy: then I will make you one of those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: after tasting the new cup that he gave me... I say that is much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: still is not liking the foamy stuff on the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... we pay $3.50 something another and leave with our 2 drinks.. Avery finally gets all the foam off the top of the hot chocolate...she tells me that it is TOO STRONG tasting, so I had to explain to her that they use REAL stuff.. not Swiss Miss like we do at home!!! I tell her that I think it is too strong too... bitter really! I would rather have Swiss Miss myself with a teaspoon of sugar and a teaspoon of french vanilla creamer in it.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She tells me that MY hot chocolate is MUCH better than theirs! We make it to down the road about a mile and I said... I can't take it any more.. I gotta get rid of this! She says.. ME TOO!!!! Avery says... we just ain't Starbucks girls are we mama!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Note to the guy at Starbucks.... Thanks for being so nice, and not talking about us until after we left.. CAUSE I AM SURE YOU DID! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-5648682850519375610?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5648682850519375610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5648682850519375610' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5648682850519375610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5648682850519375610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/01/outting-to-starbucks.html' title='Outting to Starbucks'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2135422330710015365</id><published>2009-01-15T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:17:36.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me an A!!!!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Avery for making all A's again!  She was so excited when I got her from school yesterday.. I could see her smiling almost a mile away!  She has worked very hard for this, and she deserves it!  I think there were only 2 in her class with all A's!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-2135422330710015365?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2135422330710015365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2135422330710015365' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2135422330710015365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2135422330710015365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/01/give-me-a.html' title='Give me an A!!!!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-6607373182106740487</id><published>2009-01-14T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:38:49.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP my Razor...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my cell started acting all crazy by turning itself off CONSTANTLY!!! Then, today it got even worse!  I took it to get it fixed only to find out that it had a SHORT in it... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;humm&lt;/span&gt; yea right!  And if I would have had insurance on it then it would have been covered... yep, heard that one before too!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  But, there would have been a heck of a deductible too.. so, either way I was going to have to dig in my little fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dooney&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Burke purse, and cough up some monies on my trip to get my OLD PHONE FIXED.  So, now I am the owner of a new phone that tells me that it is November 16, 2008, and that it is 11:14 am.  Oh, and the best part is that it wont even ring right now.  Oh, and what about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ALLLL&lt;/span&gt; my ring tones you may ask!?!?!?  I DON'T HAVE ANY GOOD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;RING TONES&lt;/span&gt; ANY MORE!!!!  But, thank you for ASKING!!!  And YES, that I am a little bitter about!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-6607373182106740487?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/6607373182106740487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=6607373182106740487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6607373182106740487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6607373182106740487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/01/rip-my-razor.html' title='RIP my Razor...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2602267144236198783</id><published>2009-01-14T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:28:35.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's up people!?!?!?  YES, I am here.  The crying is still going on some.  I am being tough.... as hard as it is she is NOT going to work me over!  I just drink me a beer and take a valumn when I first get up and that makes me handle it all a lot better.... JUST JOKING PREACHER MAN!!!  Anyway, she ain't gonna work me over!  Dalton cried again on Monday... then did not on Tues and Wed, but did pucker up a couple of times during the say.  What's the problem you may ask!?!??!  Well, she wants her sweet mama!!!  (that is what she told me anyway!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pokeno&lt;/span&gt;, and Lee was working 12 hr graveyards so a the girls went to a friends house.   BTW,  A BIG THANKS TO Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Well, guess what happened... she turned the tears on BIG TIME!   I took her to the bathroom (this is where the spanking happens in our house... GASP, yes, we spank IF needed... try it with your kids.. IT WORKS! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; )  But, I took her in there to tell her that in fact I was going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pokeno&lt;/span&gt;... well, she informed me... in her little redneck voice... I just want to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pokeno&lt;/span&gt; with you mama... (Note to self...... Be strong Robin... she is working you!!!!)   So, I told her to suck it up cause I was going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pokeno&lt;/span&gt; without her!  That she was staying and playing and having a good time and that is just the way it was going to be... We leave out the door... she screams her head off... we get like what maybe 6-8 streets over.. we call and she is FINE!      So, what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; think?  She's working me ain't she!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kami&lt;/span&gt;.. as you know I had been wanting TACO SOUP.. it was yummy and the apple dumplings... WHAT CAN I SAY ABOUT THAT!?!?! You know they are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pokeno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I win at Pokeno?  I got a beautiful picture frame as a door prize, got to eat some yummy grub, and had great fellowship with some lovely laides...  so in my eyes... Yes, I won!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-2602267144236198783?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2602267144236198783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2602267144236198783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2602267144236198783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2602267144236198783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-up-people-yes-i-am-here.html' title=''/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-6018638607902877678</id><published>2009-01-09T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:53:36.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying... EVERYDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Every single day this week I have left Dalton crying at Wee school. I don't know what the deal is! She LOVES it there! She gets in the car every day... and is so excited about what all they have made or about what they sang or about her getting to be the leader. If I had to guess it would be that she is so off schedule from the holidays... I did not make her go while Avery was out of school.. so she went to bed a little later and got to sleep a little later too every day. BUT not only is she crying when I leave her but she has a couple of break downs during the day too. I talked to her about it the last couple of days asking her if someone was being mean and just trying to figure out what is up!! Finally in her soft little voice she says to me... I just want YOU mama!!! I just can't take it! No, I am not pulling her out to keep her at home with me because HELLO PEOPLE.. I work!! If she does this to me during school next year I will not be able to handle it. I hate to leave her crying.. I have NEVER had to do this before with Avery and my nerves can't take it. She will be at school as long as I take her.. I will just be heart broken all day with how I know that I had to leave her.. but now her daddy is another story.. he will not leave her. So, I am going to have to work on both of them before the school year starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she is feeling like me.. just burnt out. I don't even want to blog any more. I mean WHY do I blog anyway? I have LOTS of hits, and a few comments but does that make it worth it? No, not really! I don't expect a million comments, but it does keep me going if I know that someone cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long write up and no pictures.. I have an appt at 9:30 and just had a few minutes to spare after I got the beds made, supper laid out and clothes in the washer!! Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-6018638607902877678?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/6018638607902877678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=6018638607902877678' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6018638607902877678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6018638607902877678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/01/crying-everyday.html' title='Crying... EVERYDAY!!!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5318520889358816377</id><published>2009-01-08T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:39:42.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SWaMsa1MvmI/AAAAAAAABPg/QUWxgc3qEq0/s1600-h/IMG_1737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289069507137814114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SWaMsa1MvmI/AAAAAAAABPg/QUWxgc3qEq0/s320/IMG_1737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today while watching Avery it hit me.. look at her!!!!  She is growing up so fast!!!  So many changes this year... She is so sweet and thoughtful.  They talked about bills yesterday in one of her classes... last night she brought me a little piggy bank half filled with changed and wanted me to cash it in so she could help out with our bills!  I nearly fell out!  I assured her that mama and daddy worked to make sure that our bills were taking care of, but that we sure appreciated her thinking of us like that!  This little girl thinks of everyone else before she thinks of herself!  How many 10 1/2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; do you know that does that!?!?      If you don't know this child you are missing out...&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/5392351708326971645-5318520889358816377?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5318520889358816377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5318520889358816377' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5318520889358816377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5318520889358816377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/01/growing-up.html' title='Growing up...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SWaMsa1MvmI/AAAAAAAABPg/QUWxgc3qEq0/s72-c/IMG_1737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-8173953150490029312</id><published>2009-01-03T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:39:52.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop is now OPEN..</title><content type='html'>Thank you for asking!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-8173953150490029312?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/8173953150490029312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=8173953150490029312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8173953150490029312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8173953150490029312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2009/01/shop-is-now-open.html' title='Shop is now OPEN..'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-4669561173611506368</id><published>2008-12-30T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:26:54.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be known....</title><content type='html'>that if you have the nerve to come to MY front door... KNOCK... and ASK ME for money for &lt;a href="http://www.stjude.org/stjude/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=f2bfab46cb118010VgnVCM1000000e2015acRCRD"&gt;ST JUDE&lt;/a&gt; then you BETTER be telling the truth! OR the authorities will come for a visit! 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deputies&lt;/span&gt; and a state trooper to be exact! Ha HA that is what YOU get! (Not, that I had the pull for all of those... lke I said.. I just called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;authorities&lt;/span&gt;!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, FYI to the 13 year old girl that came to my door today!!!!! St Jude DOES NOT give out plastic bags for you to go door to door with to collect money with.... and they do NOT tell you to say.. OH, I should have brought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of paper WITH me so I could tell you about St. Judes and then tell me... you know that St Jude hospital!??!?! Because I will stop you and point out the shirt that I just happen to have on today supporting &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/cb/viewHome.do"&gt;Brady&lt;/a&gt; asking you if THIS is the hospital that you are talking about after you could tell me NOTHING about St Jude!!! Because when you change your story to tell me that you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; "NOT REALLY" collecting money for ST JUDE specifically.. that you were collecting money for your cousin to have surgery then I will tell you a little bit of information that I know from collecting money for them the last few years. AND when you go to my neighbor (who is on a fixed income and take her money) and tell her that it is for your SISTER that needs an eye surgery then you better stop and think about it..... Your stories did not match up... and when you start screaming and running and acting like an idiot hollering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; lets get out of here fast.. I WILL call the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with the money that you did take from people because of the lies that you told to them I hope that you decide to do something GOOD with the money and not use it for alcohol or drugs.  I hope your guilty conscience bites you square in the bootie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** This was from a couple of weeks back.. I wrote this after the initial knock on the door and forgot to post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-4669561173611506368?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/4669561173611506368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=4669561173611506368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4669561173611506368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4669561173611506368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-be-known.html' title='Let it be known....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2619982020782621900</id><published>2008-12-23T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:12:48.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop is CLOSED!</title><content type='html'>Sorry, but due to the HUBBY putting his foot down shop is officially closed until December 29.   Thanks to EVERYONE (even those of you that called today) for supporting me!  I appreciate it SO much!  I hope that everyone enjoys their goodies!  MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-2619982020782621900?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2619982020782621900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2619982020782621900' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2619982020782621900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2619982020782621900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/shop-is-closed.html' title='Shop is CLOSED!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-3450662399871762593</id><published>2008-12-22T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:57:50.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oreo Balls</title><content type='html'>1 package of Oreo's (blend in blender until completely ground up.. I do 6 at a time making sure to get out the hunks if there are any!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 package cream cheese softened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix these two things together and then form into bite size balls and place on a cookie sheet covered in wax paper.  You can refrigerate these overnight OR put in the freezer for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dipping process....&lt;br /&gt;8 Hershey&lt;br /&gt;1/3 gulf wax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt the wax and add to the microwaved candy bars (this will only take like 30 secs, then 30 secs, and then 30 more... stirring in between.. DO NOT BURN..  watch them closely because your microwave may be different than mine! Then you can add the melted wax to the candy bars and it will finish melting them.  IF this is not completely melted at this point then do the 15-30 second longer thing in the microwave.  Then get to dipping! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning:  THESE are WONDERFUL! Like... seriously!  Give them away quick or you will be feeling really bad after being left alone in a room with these for like even 5 minutes.  I WOULD post a pic BUT I can't get my pictures to load tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-3450662399871762593?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/3450662399871762593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=3450662399871762593' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3450662399871762593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3450662399871762593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/oreo-balls.html' title='Oreo Balls'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-6204279496453733984</id><published>2008-12-21T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:34:01.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy day today!</title><content type='html'>Today I finished up some Christmas gifts &amp;amp; got them wrapped!!!!  That feels SO good to get that off my to do list!  I have a couple of things still left to do, and when Lee gets off g/y on Tuesday he has a small to do list too to help me out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a few things to that need to be picked up too!   I have called.. and emailed every one... I WILL NOT be here for things to be picked up on Christmas Eve so consider yourself warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery is such a big help this year in the wrapping that department!  Every day she asks... Mama you got anything that I can wrap!?!?  What a BIG help this is to me!  Tomorrow we (SHE) will work on that some more too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we made cheese logs &amp;amp; Oreo balls.  They are both to DIE for!  Have you ever had any of the Oreo balls?  Can I just say OMG!!!  Paula Deen... I mean Margaret Edney makes them.  She is THE Southern Living cooking QUEEN of our Pokeno group!  NO KIDDIN!!   The cheese logs are something that Papaw Roxie use to make!  When I got old enough to make them I asked her for the recipe she did not remember it!  I was heart broken!!  I was over at a friends house a couple of years ago and I was telling her about it.. she goes.. hold on one second!!!!  She went to the refrigerator and brought something back and started to unwrap it.. I nearly cried I was SO excited to discover that it was THE cheese log recipe.  I called Robert Louis (aka.. Papaw Louis...  and my brother.. and the the John Deere salesman that can not get my daughter a honk for her Gator! LOL) to tell him about it right then!!!  He  was excited too when I was telling him about it.. He told me that his mouth was watering just talking about it!  So, tonight when we were making them I was telling the girls about how it was Papaw Roxie's recipe and about how it was such a good memory of mine.. simple but GOOD in more ways than one!  And Dalton belted out.. AND Papaw Louis too!!!!  And then told me that she could not wait to take some to him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow after work we plan to finish the Oreo balls.. Avery and I have very specific instructions from Dalton to NOT finish them until she gets home from school!!  We also only made 1/2 of the cheese log recipe tonight because I did not get enough cream cheese!  So, gotta run and get some to finish all that tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-6204279496453733984?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/6204279496453733984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=6204279496453733984' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6204279496453733984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6204279496453733984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-day-today.html' title='Busy day today!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-662724609056078415</id><published>2008-12-18T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:04:13.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas prices</title><content type='html'>Gas today in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crossett&lt;/span&gt; at one place was $1.37.  I waited to get gas in Monticello because it is normally cheaper.. Not today!  It was $1.65!  So, needless to say I did not buy gas in Monticello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-662724609056078415?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/662724609056078415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=662724609056078415' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/662724609056078415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/662724609056078415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/gas-prices.html' title='Gas prices'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-3790966229065580405</id><published>2008-12-16T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:15:41.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking turns to drive....</title><content type='html'>on the levee heading to Papaw Robert's house! They don't have any problems remembering whose turn it is either! LOL Yes, they both take turns driving while sitting in Lee's lap ... Avery has a lot more freedom that Dalton since it does not take much to get her sidetracked as to what she is doing! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SUiFfuOM2jI/AAAAAAAABPU/WfCXsWthNWw/s1600-h/IMG_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280617343121938994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SUiFfuOM2jI/AAAAAAAABPU/WfCXsWthNWw/s320/IMG_1811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry this is SO close! I had the WRONG lens on my camera when I decided to take this and did not have time to change it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not had time to blog since Friday. I got so behind just by losing a few hours alone! Avery gets out of school early for the rest of the week, and Lee is on g/y's so there is NO time alone for me except for when the girls are sleeping! WHEW I can tell you I have a TON left to do too! I hope you are all almost ready for the holidays. I am ready to slow down and enjoy them! Papaw Robert may be coming tomorrow to help me with some things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-3790966229065580405?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/3790966229065580405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=3790966229065580405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3790966229065580405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3790966229065580405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/taking-turns-to-drive.html' title='Taking turns to drive....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SUiFfuOM2jI/AAAAAAAABPU/WfCXsWthNWw/s72-c/IMG_1811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2397975393838013655</id><published>2008-12-12T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:47:02.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing at the bank today!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Edited to add that it is a good thing that I took pictures of my happy child BEFORE the action started at the bank because the little boy behind Dalton THREW UP and it got on her.  She made it during the singing, but I guess the STANK got to her afterwards!  It was BAD!  I  had to bring her home to change clothes, and she was so emotionally distraught that she did not want to go back!    Now I can't get that STANK out of my mind...  I hate that!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SUJ25ZEHtuI/AAAAAAAABPM/yO6W01iBIo4/s1600-h/IMG_2283.JPG"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278912441584432866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SUJ25ZEHtuI/AAAAAAAABPM/yO6W01iBIo4/s320/IMG_2283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SUJ247OGPeI/AAAAAAAABPE/PFXT7BGxBBk/s1600-h/IMG_2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278912433573215714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SUJ247OGPeI/AAAAAAAABPE/PFXT7BGxBBk/s320/IMG_2280.JPG" border="0" /&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/5392351708326971645-2397975393838013655?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2397975393838013655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2397975393838013655' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2397975393838013655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2397975393838013655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/singing-at-bank-today.html' title='Singing at the bank today!!!!!!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SUJ25ZEHtuI/AAAAAAAABPM/yO6W01iBIo4/s72-c/IMG_2283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-1081502925007940353</id><published>2008-12-10T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:14:10.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh MY GOODNESS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*UPdated Thursday AM* Avery thinks the weather man needs to be fired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katv.com/news/stories/1208/576795.html"&gt;Gasp!&lt;/a&gt; My kids are going NUTS right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-1081502925007940353?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/1081502925007940353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=1081502925007940353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/1081502925007940353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/1081502925007940353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh MY GOODNESS!!!!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5953271197793018707</id><published>2008-12-10T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:16:46.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boycotting buying meat... KINDA</title><content type='html'>Since gas had gotten so high I had been really watching things we use to go on sale and stocking up..  and even using coupons too!  And I am not too proud to say that!!!   That is like yesterday in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart they had the liquid bath soap that we buy that is normally $3+ a bottle on sale for $1.73!!!  I know it is not a lot, but it adds up especially when you are stocking 4 baths areas!!! So, buying 4 at a time will eat your lunch just on soap!!!!   Plus, this is not even counting the pool  shower!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago I was in a store and there was a coupon attached to my shampoo for $2 off.  I  nearly fell O-U-T!  I snatched a few, and bought them up!!!  Then I went back and got MORE!  Yes, when I can get something like that that we use a TON of then I will buy it and stock up!  Plus, I normally take extra stuff to Papaw Robert's since he does not use what we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been eating meat out of the freezer LOTS too!!!  So, now that we have killed these deer and paid $165 to have them processed we are sitting pretty!  I thought I would list some things that I make with deer meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tacos&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;lasagna&lt;br /&gt;chili&lt;br /&gt;meat loaf (don't make fun... Avery begs me to make this secret recipe!) &lt;br /&gt;veg. soup&lt;br /&gt;beef enchiladas ( this is what the girls call it, but of course it has deer meat in it!)&lt;br /&gt;hamburger steak and gravy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the tenderloin we do...&lt;br /&gt;fried deer meat&lt;br /&gt;deer steak and gravy&lt;br /&gt;planning to try stew next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saves us SO much money considering that when I make a double batch of chili that it is like $12-$15+  just for the hamburger meat!  I am sure there are more things that I cook, so I will add if I think of it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy pork tenderloins when they are on sale... those big ones and I either cut them up myself of they do it at the store for me.  I like to have steaks for grilling or frying.  And I like to have big chunks of it  for the crock pot for tenderloin or pulled pork sandwiches.  I can make that one tenderloin feed us for a while!  I can't tell you the last time that I bought meat that was not on SALE and stocked up on it... Is there anything that you do to help save money?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-5953271197793018707?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5953271197793018707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5953271197793018707' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5953271197793018707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5953271197793018707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/boycotting-buying-meat-kinda.html' title='Boycotting buying meat... KINDA'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2698041751510413443</id><published>2008-12-09T16:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:57:40.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it too much to ask!?!?!</title><content type='html'>That when people talk to their children about things they would ask them to NOT discuss it with other children at school!??!  This is what I do with my child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-2698041751510413443?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2698041751510413443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2698041751510413443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2698041751510413443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2698041751510413443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-too-much-to-ask.html' title='Is it too much to ask!?!?!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-6592295381956274659</id><published>2008-12-07T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:34:14.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Avery Lu Who!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwVcaEjfRI/AAAAAAAABO4/H6nKOMawep0/s1600-h/IMG_2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277116441150323986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwVcaEjfRI/AAAAAAAABO4/H6nKOMawep0/s320/IMG_2142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. Lauren as The Grinch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwVb8GKQPI/AAAAAAAABOs/0dtlpbq6f_g/s1600-h/IMG_2171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277116433103995122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwVb8GKQPI/AAAAAAAABOs/0dtlpbq6f_g/s320/IMG_2171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was the Grinch a little to lazy to walk during the parade!?!?!?  Kinda looks like it don't it!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwP9toSNpI/AAAAAAAABOk/iSCjxw8mCOQ/s1600-h/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277110416266376850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwP9toSNpI/AAAAAAAABOk/iSCjxw8mCOQ/s320/IMG_2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mama Robin Lu Who and the famous Avery Lu Who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwP9cWnx0I/AAAAAAAABOc/UthS_0UccOg/s1600-h/IMG_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277110411628889922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwP9cWnx0I/AAAAAAAABOc/UthS_0UccOg/s320/IMG_2167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could not get a good pic of the float because of all the peoples (and YES I meant to say PEOPLES and not people..just read and be happy that I am posting and do not waste your time trying to correct me cause it has taken me FOREVER go get these pics to load! NOW THERE!) around the float at all time... It was like Lauren's Lu's Dancing Who's were POPULAR or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwP9Nm6QvI/AAAAAAAABOU/P96LNQgVsA8/s1600-h/IMG_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277110407670678258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwP9Nm6QvI/AAAAAAAABOU/P96LNQgVsA8/s320/IMG_2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mama Who. That you for NOT sticking your tongue out in this picture Big Daddy Who! LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwP8XdAjNI/AAAAAAAABOM/xdraEdFxcGA/s1600-h/IMG_2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277110393133632722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwP8XdAjNI/AAAAAAAABOM/xdraEdFxcGA/s320/IMG_2035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The back of Avery Lu Who's HAIR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwP8IzqPxI/AAAAAAAABOE/XThi6eg3kV4/s1600-h/IMG_2057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277110389202108178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwP8IzqPxI/AAAAAAAABOE/XThi6eg3kV4/s320/IMG_2057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picketers. Hannah Lou Who and Avery Lu Who.. Getting ready to walk for the entire parade route. They had a BALL!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwImGFhDJI/AAAAAAAABN8/xfZSbQW6bss/s1600-h/IMG_2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277102313933180050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwImGFhDJI/AAAAAAAABN8/xfZSbQW6bss/s320/IMG_2115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice all the glitter on this who girls face! And THE GRINCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwIl8gtYvI/AAAAAAAABN0/XY6wWB3byP0/s1600-h/IMG_2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277102311362880242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwIl8gtYvI/AAAAAAAABN0/XY6wWB3byP0/s320/IMG_2111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The back of the float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwIlguOgJI/AAAAAAAABNs/JvMXyxAGLUg/s1600-h/IMG_2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277102303903383698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwIlguOgJI/AAAAAAAABNs/JvMXyxAGLUg/s320/IMG_2071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Who girl in action with her sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwIld90hbI/AAAAAAAABNk/NDVwMsh9yIY/s1600-h/IMG_2040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277102303163483570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwIld90hbI/AAAAAAAABNk/NDVwMsh9yIY/s320/IMG_2040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dalton watching some girls talk before the parade started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwIk8enZ6I/AAAAAAAABNc/9VPPTdMor5w/s1600-h/IMG_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277102294174230434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwIk8enZ6I/AAAAAAAABNc/9VPPTdMor5w/s320/IMG_2036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of the shirts!&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/5392351708326971645-6592295381956274659?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/6592295381956274659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=6592295381956274659' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6592295381956274659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6592295381956274659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-of-avery-lu-who.html' title='More of Avery Lu Who!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STwVcaEjfRI/AAAAAAAABO4/H6nKOMawep0/s72-c/IMG_2142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-9876365197965034</id><published>2008-12-06T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:19:57.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery Lu Who....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Avery Lu Who says PEACE OUT to you this holiday season! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STsq1ZzqelI/AAAAAAAABMs/kIpLiEsLNEY/s1600-h/IMG_2018.JPG"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276858485343681106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STsq1ZzqelI/AAAAAAAABMs/kIpLiEsLNEY/s320/IMG_2018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The girls dance studio entered the downtown Christmas parade and their float was WHOVILLE from The Grinch!  It was SO cute!  It even had a working chimney&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STsq1Dc3q2I/AAAAAAAABMk/eA374rbvQOo/s1600-h/IMG_2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276858479342496610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STsq1Dc3q2I/AAAAAAAABMk/eA374rbvQOo/s320/IMG_2014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; The little who girl did not want to make her hair all crazy like Avery Lu Who... Dalton kept saying COME ON CINDY LU WHO LET'S GO!  Then she would just laugh so hard at her!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STsq06he7yI/AAAAAAAABMc/h8JpIjZJTaM/s1600-h/IMG_2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276858476945927970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STsq06he7yI/AAAAAAAABMc/h8JpIjZJTaM/s320/IMG_2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Notice her checking out that crazy funky hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STsq0SDJV5I/AAAAAAAABMU/_JgAXH3Rw5Y/s1600-h/IMG_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276858466081265554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STsq0SDJV5I/AAAAAAAABMU/_JgAXH3Rw5Y/s320/IMG_2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If she knew that the big who girl was doing behind her she would have a F-I-T!   Dalton had to carry a wrapped present to hold on the float.  She refused to wear a hat so she was miserable and was NOT happy by the time we got her off the float across town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STsq0JomQuI/AAAAAAAABMM/hNGnu0pPL-c/s1600-h/IMG_2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276858463822430946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STsq0JomQuI/AAAAAAAABMM/hNGnu0pPL-c/s320/IMG_2005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I personally think that my big who girl should get student of the year because after all she did just have 9 teeth pulled to be able to pull of being Avery Lu Who with those big 4 teeth in the front!  How many students do you know that go to that extreme Ms. Lauren!?!?!?  I mean.. COME ON!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-9876365197965034?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/9876365197965034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=9876365197965034' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/9876365197965034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/9876365197965034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/avery-lu-who.html' title='Avery Lu Who....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STsq1ZzqelI/AAAAAAAABMs/kIpLiEsLNEY/s72-c/IMG_2018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-7354512222806542390</id><published>2008-12-04T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:09:34.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Za toothless chef...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STiK5HJjC2I/AAAAAAAABME/7WKNk5JKBDA/s1600-h/IMG_2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276119677240806242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STiK5HJjC2I/AAAAAAAABME/7WKNk5JKBDA/s320/IMG_2001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is finally a picture of Avery and her toothless self.    Kids are praying for her at local churches... I guess they think that she only has those 4 teeth on the top or something.  The kid had to have 9 teeth pulled to make room for other teeth that were coming in... THAT IS ALL!  She does not have any other issues!  The new teeth were coming in all crazy, and needed some where to GO besides in the crazy places that they were going!    The baby teeth were NOT ready to let go yet, so we had to help her out.... only to prevent more issues in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STiK4xDAe-I/AAAAAAAABL8/XhRYfYzLd8M/s1600-h/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276119671307795426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STiK4xDAe-I/AAAAAAAABL8/XhRYfYzLd8M/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my sweetie cooking her favorite... deer burger tacos... SOFT tacos to help her out with the chewing!  They were YUMMY!  She has really gotten in to cooking here lately....   Every night she asks what she can do to help!&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/5392351708326971645-7354512222806542390?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/7354512222806542390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=7354512222806542390' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7354512222806542390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7354512222806542390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/za-toothless-chef.html' title='Za toothless chef...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STiK5HJjC2I/AAAAAAAABME/7WKNk5JKBDA/s72-c/IMG_2001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-7682279494049187640</id><published>2008-12-03T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:53:01.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing.... A Toad in a Hole</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a toad in a hole!?!?!?  My kids LOVE these especially when Lee is working evenings.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STch7dBmuNI/AAAAAAAABLs/_IIzDjcclFk/s1600-h/IMG_1903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275722793775184082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STch7dBmuNI/AAAAAAAABLs/_IIzDjcclFk/s320/IMG_1903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You take a piece of bread and tear a hole in the center of it and butter it on the front and the back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STch7GmMqBI/AAAAAAAABLk/IhQrof7mNeA/s1600-h/IMG_1900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275722787754649618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STch7GmMqBI/AAAAAAAABLk/IhQrof7mNeA/s320/IMG_1900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then you put it in a skillet on med-high heat and put the egg in the middle.. when it gets like the picture about on the side that is down.. flip the sucker over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STch6lE7axI/AAAAAAAABLc/gF4bDSFgknM/s1600-h/IMG_1899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275722778756737810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STch6lE7axI/AAAAAAAABLc/gF4bDSFgknM/s320/IMG_1899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WHY do my pics load backwards!!?!? Oh, this blogger thingy  gets on my nerves) Anyway, this is what they look like before you flip them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STch6TLBiZI/AAAAAAAABLU/YTeJ6V-pGQA/s1600-h/IMG_1896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275722773950466450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STch6TLBiZI/AAAAAAAABLU/YTeJ6V-pGQA/s320/IMG_1896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are also good with jelly smeared  on the top or with just some salt and pepper on them!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know some others have told me that they have had these, but they were called something else...  Help me out with the names if you know this as something else!  If your child has a hard time eating eggs.. try this out on em!  I got a girl to eat one that HATES eggs one morning!  Her mother almost fell out when I told her what she ate for breakfast!  LOL  She even got her mother to ask me how to cook them!&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/5392351708326971645-7682279494049187640?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/7682279494049187640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=7682279494049187640' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7682279494049187640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7682279494049187640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/introducing-toad-in-hole.html' title='Introducing.... A Toad in a Hole'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STch7dBmuNI/AAAAAAAABLs/_IIzDjcclFk/s72-c/IMG_1903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2635114852150066628</id><published>2008-12-03T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:34:37.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girly pillowcases (regular size)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STggd_JmCzI/AAAAAAAABL0/Fy5uN1ABaN4/s1600-h/IMG_1965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276002663004506930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STggd_JmCzI/AAAAAAAABL0/Fy5uN1ABaN4/s320/IMG_1965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* updated 12/4&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have these made and ready to go..... all I have to do is to put the monogram on the lip of them! They are fun and funky.. Girls love them as gifts! They take them to church camp, and sleepovers and get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of attention! This is a requested item among girls in town! These are first come.. first serve. They are numbered. If you want to purchase one you can email me and I will TRY to mark that number sold ASAP to keep from having any confusion. Email me @ &lt;a href="mailto:larbarnett@alltel.net"&gt;larbarnett@alltel.net&lt;/a&gt; for any info you need. These are $24 and includes the name too!! If I have to ship, there will be an additional charge of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click on the picture to enlarge it to see the details.&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/5392351708326971645-2635114852150066628?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2635114852150066628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2635114852150066628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2635114852150066628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2635114852150066628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/girly-pillowcases-regular-size.html' title='Girly pillowcases (regular size)'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STggd_JmCzI/AAAAAAAABL0/Fy5uN1ABaN4/s72-c/IMG_1965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-7474375342839938307</id><published>2008-12-02T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:55:01.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of ornaments</title><content type='html'>This is the 3rd time that I have tried to upload pictures... I was giving up after this time so it finally decided to work! Below is one of our ornaments from a beach trip.. we always get a new ornament to tell a story about what we did that year as a family...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STWAnG1OxzI/AAAAAAAABK0/XwLdHtSl9Xo/s1600-h/IMG_1982.JPG"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275263947871536946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STWAnG1OxzI/AAAAAAAABK0/XwLdHtSl9Xo/s320/IMG_1982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The snorkeling Santa is also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; vacation ornament. The girls LOVE him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STWAm_10NMI/AAAAAAAABKs/bhn58IBZkzU/s1600-h/IMG_1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275263945994941634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STWAm_10NMI/AAAAAAAABKs/bhn58IBZkzU/s320/IMG_1983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a Santa ornament that Avery made. It is her hand up side down and it is VERY delicate. In fact it has been glued a couple of times already. I LOVE the homemade ornaments that the girls make at Wee School and school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STWAmQ_WQbI/AAAAAAAABKk/j9oSEdmRDr8/s1600-h/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275263933418455474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STWAmQ_WQbI/AAAAAAAABKk/j9oSEdmRDr8/s320/IMG_1978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year that we took the girls to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; circus we got this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STWAl3fc4lI/AAAAAAAABKc/VTDdXeMLhvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275263926573785682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STWAl3fc4lI/AAAAAAAABKc/VTDdXeMLhvQ/s320/IMG_1977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our big ole tree with the traditional ornaments. I know LOTS of people will turn their noses up.. but guess what OUR tree tells a story about us. Every single ornament tells you something about one of us. There are some from when I was little, when Lee was in high school (since their house burned when he was little when don't have any of his when he was little) Things that both girls have made, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mementos&lt;/span&gt; from our trips/vacations, and very special gifts!!! My aunts are great about giving the girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt; that are unique and that reflect the things they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STWAlQg5X0I/AAAAAAAABKU/6zoGjMI3E98/s1600-h/IMG_1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275263916110864194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STWAlQg5X0I/AAAAAAAABKU/6zoGjMI3E98/s320/IMG_1976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tree skirt was made by my Aunt Kay. I think it add the special touch to the tree. If my house were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;burning down&lt;/span&gt; and I could get something out of it I would want my Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt;. I think was make them even more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; is how excited the girls get about them every year and how they can tell you things about the ornaments. I hope that your tree means as much to you as ours does to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. This is 1 of 4 trees in our home! &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/5392351708326971645-7474375342839938307?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/7474375342839938307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=7474375342839938307' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7474375342839938307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7474375342839938307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/couple-of-ornaments.html' title='A couple of ornaments'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/STWAnG1OxzI/AAAAAAAABK0/XwLdHtSl9Xo/s72-c/IMG_1982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-4570468407611814825</id><published>2008-12-01T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:50:34.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow me...</title><content type='html'>I am trying to be up with the times, so I have added the follow me thingy on my blog! FOLLOW ME if you will!! I am going to go and add myself to some blogs too after I figure out how to add a picture to my profile since I got chewed out by someone that I won't call her name (but she thinks too deeply about freaking black birds... &lt;a href="http://www.rosjuane.blogspot.com/"&gt;ROSJUANE&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I plan to add a couple of last minute gifts that I have available.. stay tuned!  They will be first come.. first serve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-4570468407611814825?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/4570468407611814825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=4570468407611814825' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4570468407611814825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4570468407611814825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/12/follow-me.html' title='Follow me...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-4275868139799482794</id><published>2008-11-29T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:35:12.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo.... Can your sister COOK!?!?</title><content type='html'>Mo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen your sister out eating several times in W. Monroe... Ask her if her new house has a kitchen or can she even cook!?!?! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-4275868139799482794?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/4275868139799482794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=4275868139799482794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4275868139799482794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4275868139799482794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/mo-can-your-sister-cook.html' title='Mo.... Can your sister COOK!?!?'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5304313108000345359</id><published>2008-11-24T16:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:31:05.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more down</title><content type='html'>Today Avery had 5 more teeth pulled!  As you may know this makes 9 total in a few short period.  She is one strong cookie, and so is Ms Missy for keeping Dalton entertained while all the action was taking place.   She is one of the people that she will actually talk too!  I could hear her down the hall talking to her!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I think Dalton even made plans for Ms Missy's girls to bring their build a bears the next time we get together to eat!!!   Hey, Missy!  Don't forget the onion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-5304313108000345359?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5304313108000345359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5304313108000345359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5304313108000345359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5304313108000345359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-more-down.html' title='5 more down'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-639979055542659893</id><published>2008-11-24T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:28:15.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The goodies that I make</title><content type='html'>I have been asked do I have a store?  Nope!  I make things, and distribute them around town basically.  I mail them also.  Word of mouth just spreads, and that has been the best type of advertising!  So, if there is something that you are interested in that you see some where or on my blog the ask away!  &lt;a href="mailto:larbarnett@alltel.net"&gt;larbarnett@alltel.net&lt;/a&gt;   Thanks for your interest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-639979055542659893?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/639979055542659893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=639979055542659893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/639979055542659893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/639979055542659893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodies-that-i-make.html' title='The goodies that I make'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-1769636336412515801</id><published>2008-11-23T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:24:16.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day....</title><content type='html'>Who needs enemies when you have family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-1769636336412515801?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/1769636336412515801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=1769636336412515801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/1769636336412515801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/1769636336412515801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5830460222370656529</id><published>2008-11-23T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:41:19.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question after pictures this weekend...</title><content type='html'>Dalton kept asking me over and over after our photographer got out of the car... Mama WHY is that lady that took our pictures so addicted-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;td&lt;/span&gt; (yes, this is how she was saying it!) to cokes? Hey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ro&lt;/span&gt;! When a 5 year old can see your habit, maybe that is the sign to put the bottle down... or should I say put the can down! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have to add that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rosjuane&lt;/span&gt; and I discussed coke and diet cokes in front of the kids and that is why Dalton was talking about this. She would not say a word to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ro&lt;/span&gt; while she was there, but would not shut up about her after she left!   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rosjuane&lt;/span&gt; was really good with the kids and Lee.    That says a lot!  You have to know how to work Dalton. I had given &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rosjuane&lt;/span&gt; the low down on her before hand, and she did great with her!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-5830460222370656529?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5830460222370656529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5830460222370656529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5830460222370656529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5830460222370656529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/question-after-pictures-this-weekend.html' title='Question after pictures this weekend...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2354109624807753936</id><published>2008-11-20T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:17:41.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery checks out grandma's hair...</title><content type='html'>Tonight while driving down the road Avery says to me... I notice how all grandmas have short hair with like a perm in it and they wear it all curly.. I was like yeahhhhh.....  She goes... When YOU become a grandma (my head nearly spun completely around when said that!!!) was I going to have all my hair cut off and would I get a perm!?!?!?  I was like WHAT?!!  She goes... I like you with your longer hair.  I was just wondering.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you really look at how kids see things out of their little eyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-2354109624807753936?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2354109624807753936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2354109624807753936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2354109624807753936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2354109624807753936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/avery-checks-out-grandmas-hair.html' title='Avery checks out grandma&apos;s hair...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2279140972223278778</id><published>2008-11-20T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:12:58.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is SO quiet around here!</title><content type='html'>Lee went to Papaw Robert's house yesterday, and took Dalton with him!  It will be 3 days and 2 night before we can be there Friday after school.  This is the first time that I have ever been away from Dalton!  Yes, that is right.  She has NEVER spent the night away from me.  I actually slept all night long except for the 2 times that Avery sat straight up in the bed.. I was like WHAT are you doing?  Her response!??!!  She did not know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Avery admitted that she gets really tired of Dalton talking (yes, Kami she talks and I mean ALOT!) and she tells her to be quiet.. but she told me today that she missed her talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on the phone Dalton told me that she went to eat with daddy and papaw Robert and that she got 2 packs of gum.  One for her and one for Avery.  I love how my kids always think about each other.   Dalton told Avery on the phone how she has her a pack of gum and is saving it just for her!  That made Avery smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-2279140972223278778?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2279140972223278778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2279140972223278778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2279140972223278778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2279140972223278778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-so-quiet-around-here.html' title='It is SO quiet around here!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-7206455989835685524</id><published>2008-11-19T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:21:21.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9-4= 5 more to go &amp; SHE'S ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>About a month ago the orthodontist told me that Avery had to have 9 teeth removed.... Today we started the procedure. 4 were removed. 1 without any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;med's&lt;/span&gt;. She did not even move when he pulled it! It was on the bottom so at least she did not have to have her tongue be numb on top of everything else. She was SO funny! She REALLY liked that laughing gas. I have never let them give that to her before, but knowing the show that she puts on when we pull a tooth out of her head that is about to fall out anyway.. I knew for every ones safety that it would be best. Plus, I did not want everyone up there to talk about us when we were gone! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; She was a total trooper, and says that it is FUN! She LOVES the way that gas smells and can't wait to go back... WHAT!?!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OKkkkk&lt;/span&gt;.... ****Mental note to watch out for my kid sniffing gas, lead based paint, and other illegal brain cell killing fumes.*** She really likes her dentist... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;! I think my kids are the only kids that I know that get excited to go and get their teeth cleaned. They think that Ms. Stephanie is the bomb! She even lets Dalton helps with cleaning mine and Avery's teeth... trust me when I say.. POOR US! It ought to be against the law for a dental hygienist to be so dang sweet! Any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whooo&lt;/span&gt;.... Carrie was there with Avery the entire time and she was great too! So, next Tues or Wed she will have 5 on the other side removed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-7206455989835685524?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/7206455989835685524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=7206455989835685524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7206455989835685524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7206455989835685524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/9-4-5-more-to-go-shes-alive.html' title='9-4= 5 more to go &amp; SHE&apos;S ALIVE!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-3368309509801452745</id><published>2008-11-17T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:01:14.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 points make a 10 year old HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SSJKWaYgwpI/AAAAAAAABKM/kbGSvUcNLus/s1600-h/IMG_1941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269856262876611218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SSJKWaYgwpI/AAAAAAAABKM/kbGSvUcNLus/s320/IMG_1941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here ya go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RO&lt;/span&gt;!  Here is one happy 10 year old!  She wanted to have it mounted, but I talked her out of it!  I asked her if the gun that she used kicked.. she goes.. I don't remember!  I knew it did cause I watched Lee site it in!  And boy did it kick!!!!  Funny how that blood gets to flowing. and you are clueless to a kicking gun! &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/5392351708326971645-3368309509801452745?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/3368309509801452745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=3368309509801452745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3368309509801452745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3368309509801452745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/9-points-make-10-year-old-happy.html' title='9 points make a 10 year old HAPPY!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SSJKWaYgwpI/AAAAAAAABKM/kbGSvUcNLus/s72-c/IMG_1941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-6298524670204735371</id><published>2008-11-17T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:50:47.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart pajamas</title><content type='html'>I was wondering if anyone could tell me WHY Wal-Mart has flannel footed pj's to fit my 10.5 year old.. They are a size 12!  Do people really buy these and make their kids this age wear them!?  Avery would be mortified!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-6298524670204735371?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/6298524670204735371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=6298524670204735371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6298524670204735371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6298524670204735371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/wal-mart-pajamas.html' title='Wal-Mart pajamas'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-8464514769515917103</id><published>2008-11-16T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:19:55.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You may want to sit down for this one...</title><content type='html'>I had officially decided this week before we even left to go to Papaw Robert's that I was NOT going to be bored at his house and CLEAN while they were all out hunting. I decided that I would go too! I got my license, and I hit the woods with Dalton. She was beyond excited to go with me! We took some markers, and she drew on toilet paper while we were in the deer stand all bundled up... She has been tracing the designs on toilet paper in the last few days for some reason, so it worked out when I grabbed me some JUST IN CASE I needed it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SSDzn3TG9-I/AAAAAAAABKE/W4KxyTgILMM/s1600-h/IMG_1927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269479430208026594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SSDzn3TG9-I/AAAAAAAABKE/W4KxyTgILMM/s320/IMG_1927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, GOOD JOB Lee on that picture... what part of put the red box on us to focus do you not understand!?!?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh, well.... At least he offered. Normally I am NEVER in the pictures. Especially since I am not a self portrait taker.. I think that looks SO stupid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SSDznit6O-I/AAAAAAAABJ8/7U8gTgoT3Cc/s1600-h/IMG_1926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269479424683293666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SSDznit6O-I/AAAAAAAABJ8/7U8gTgoT3Cc/s320/IMG_1926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry for graphic nature of the dead deer.. this is how I found it when I ran inside to get the camera... I mean like I was gone 2 minutes and this is what Lee had done to it. YUCK I walk in and have to get close to it... Of course.. I GAG! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; how can something smell so freaking bad! I was like.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; take the picture and I mean FAST! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not too shabby for my first deer all alone... It was a 7 point. And FYI it dropped right when I shot it! Dalton looked at me all serious and goes... I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU JUST KILLED THAT DEER!!! Needless to say I now have the fever. Oh, and YES Maury... I DO have make up on. It was in the afternoon so of course I did, but I would most likely have it on in the am too or you would only see a pic of the deer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee also got an 8 point and our sweet deer slayer Avery got a 9 point!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Lee when I was getting out of the truck.. what else do I need besides my gun, my orange vest and hat, a pen, my license and my lipstick?!?!? Needless to say he just shook he head! Now everyone that knows me I HAVE to HAVE my lipstick. Now who would want their lips to get all dry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uncolorly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(is that a word!??!!) while hunting!!?!? Right?&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&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/5392351708326971645-8464514769515917103?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/8464514769515917103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=8464514769515917103' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8464514769515917103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8464514769515917103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-may-want-to-sit-down-for-this-one.html' title='You may want to sit down for this one...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SSDzn3TG9-I/AAAAAAAABKE/W4KxyTgILMM/s72-c/IMG_1927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2311678936855673773</id><published>2008-11-13T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:30:58.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As requested:  A few samples from the open house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRxjL4jBcsI/AAAAAAAABJ0/rBTQ-zWP2oQ/s1600-h/IMG_1914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268194719925629634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRxjL4jBcsI/AAAAAAAABJ0/rBTQ-zWP2oQ/s320/IMG_1914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *stand not inluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRxiSehQIUI/AAAAAAAABJs/j52uyT-XLiI/s1600-h/IMG_1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268193733686337858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRxiSehQIUI/AAAAAAAABJs/j52uyT-XLiI/s320/IMG_1912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ornament!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRxiR62n7fI/AAAAAAAABJk/ORN_BXTSC1c/s1600-h/IMG_1910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268193724112301554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRxiR62n7fI/AAAAAAAABJk/ORN_BXTSC1c/s320/IMG_1910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Personalized bucket that is great to fill with goodies of any kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRxiRbtTo7I/AAAAAAAABJc/kAgbQQTdBnY/s1600-h/IMG_1906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268193715751723954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRxiRbtTo7I/AAAAAAAABJc/kAgbQQTdBnY/s320/IMG_1906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are wine glasses in teal and brown.  They are being bought for teachers gifts to fill with some sort of candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRxiQ_bcqAI/AAAAAAAABJU/AZMfSPLVZXw/s1600-h/IMG_1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268193708160624642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRxiQ_bcqAI/AAAAAAAABJU/AZMfSPLVZXw/s320/IMG_1904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5392351708326971645-2311678936855673773?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2311678936855673773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2311678936855673773' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2311678936855673773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2311678936855673773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-requested-few-samples-from-open.html' title='As requested:  A few samples from the open house!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRxjL4jBcsI/AAAAAAAABJ0/rBTQ-zWP2oQ/s72-c/IMG_1914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5136915925604199319</id><published>2008-11-12T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:51:18.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This dang hat....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs9rBVF_kI/AAAAAAAABJM/Kt4sutQJzOQ/s1600-h/IMG_1884.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lee bought ANOTHER hat the other day and guess who has taken it over.. I mean really!  She was ticked off yesterday when he had the nerve to wear it to work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs9qYyLP9I/AAAAAAAABI8/I0BvQJKsUxc/s1600-h/IMG_1890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267871987556630482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs9qYyLP9I/AAAAAAAABI8/I0BvQJKsUxc/s320/IMG_1890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But, she did not want her picture taken with it on at first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs9qI8CKqI/AAAAAAAABI0/kKg4fMKEG14/s1600-h/IMG_1884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267871983303010978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs9qI8CKqI/AAAAAAAABI0/kKg4fMKEG14/s320/IMG_1884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does this shy mouth half open something another.. not sure what she calls herself doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs9qvS0h2I/AAAAAAAABJE/A5MQvPzhbiM/s1600-h/IMG_1888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267871993599133538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs9qvS0h2I/AAAAAAAABJE/A5MQvPzhbiM/s320/IMG_1888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she decides... Nope, not going to do it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs9pk9m27I/AAAAAAAABIs/7SMpoZFAmvo/s1600-h/IMG_1885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267871973645933490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs9pk9m27I/AAAAAAAABIs/7SMpoZFAmvo/s320/IMG_1885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my ole girl comes out of her shell!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs7Qrk1P6I/AAAAAAAABIk/8I97xhp4j2I/s1600-h/IMG_1894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267869346901082018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs7Qrk1P6I/AAAAAAAABIk/8I97xhp4j2I/s320/IMG_1894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to tell you that she got in the car today and that was the first thing out of her mouth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs7P01gYfI/AAAAAAAABIc/65tN-AyBcfI/s1600-h/IMG_1893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267869332207067634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs7P01gYfI/AAAAAAAABIc/65tN-AyBcfI/s320/IMG_1893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did daddy wear that hat to work?  Cause he told me that I could have it!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs7Ofsyk4I/AAAAAAAABIM/_4p9DpobLBU/s1600-h/IMG_1889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267869309353497474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs7Ofsyk4I/AAAAAAAABIM/_4p9DpobLBU/s320/IMG_1889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wanted to wear it to Wee school today... But, I had to put my foot down!&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/5392351708326971645-5136915925604199319?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5136915925604199319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5136915925604199319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5136915925604199319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5136915925604199319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-dang-hat.html' title='This dang hat....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SRs9qYyLP9I/AAAAAAAABI8/I0BvQJKsUxc/s72-c/IMG_1890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2978665490790043503</id><published>2008-11-11T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:45:26.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday.... WHEW</title><content type='html'>Run down of Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Took Avery to school.&lt;br /&gt;Took Dalton to wee school.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned times 2.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dalton's fall festival.&lt;br /&gt;Had visitor after lunch... so cute!&lt;br /&gt;Ran short on time to work upstairs because of visitor.&lt;br /&gt;Got Avery from school.&lt;br /&gt;Took Avery to gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;Came home and worked upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Got Avery from gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;**The best part of my day.... Took Avery to grocery store so she could spend HER well earned money on canned food for the needy.  I spent a certain amount, and then she was all pumped up and bought too!  She has 48 cans to donate to the needy for the holidays coming up.  I am so pleased about how she thinks of others before herself.  I hope that she continues to care about others and their feelings and needs as she grows older.  &lt;br /&gt;Went gambling... yes, tonight was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pokeno&lt;/span&gt; night, and I was the big loser and got my money back!  Hey, that is better than losing and getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;notta&lt;/span&gt; back!&lt;br /&gt;Catching up one some computer work and monogramming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for some sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-2978665490790043503?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2978665490790043503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2978665490790043503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2978665490790043503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2978665490790043503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuesday-whew.html' title='Tuesday.... WHEW'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-4996963905500793988</id><published>2008-11-09T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:11:06.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend.</title><content type='html'>I survived the open house...  Whew!  It is something getting as many items as you can ready for show,  and your house too!  I was worn OUT!  I was pleased with the steady flow of people, and the new friends that a few brought along!  For those of you that are checking colors.. just remember that due to the date I DO have a cut off date for orders.    I have things to get ready too and 4... no make that 5 trees to get up too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked until mid-night that night getting some things finished because I knew we were going to Papaw Robert's house for the night so I would not be able to get anything done for a couple of days.   Sorry.. no pictures from Papaw's this time cause we were 15 minutes away when I realized that I forgot my camera!  I seriously need ADD medication when I am there.  I am TYRING to get his house in order... DON'T EVEN ASK....  and in the middle of my work he has started adding another bathroom.  So, everything out of the room is now in the room that I was working on.  He just laughed when I walked in and saw it!  YIKES!  Not to mention that it had gotten cold and then hot again outside and the ladybugs were EVERYWHERE  in that room too!  If you have never seen the invasion of the ladybugs then you are missing out.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;... he had to set off a bomb to tone them down.  I got the vac out and sucked up I would say... oh 5,000 out of the front window... And NO I am not kidding.   We had turned on the ceiling fan last weekend and it was like you had cooties.... You could feel them in your hair, and on you every where!  And poor Dalton would walk in the room and they would attack her because it was like there was even more at her level.  And then there is OUTSIDE.. you go outside and it is freaky too.. I took pics last year, but I will have to find those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-4996963905500793988?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/4996963905500793988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=4996963905500793988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4996963905500793988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4996963905500793988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend.html' title='The weekend.'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-7424763104771146201</id><published>2008-11-05T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:16:50.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House</title><content type='html'>Thursday from 11-7 I will be having a little open house to showcase a few things that I have available for gifts for the holidays. I never do this, but after a few people dropped by to pick things up and told me that the picture did not do particular items justice... they thought it would be a good idea!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-7424763104771146201?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/7424763104771146201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=7424763104771146201' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7424763104771146201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7424763104771146201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/11/open-house.html' title='Open House'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-60153798056140144</id><published>2008-10-31T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:46:08.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treating 2008!</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween 2008 from the Barnett girls!!!! Trick or treat.. smell my feet.. give me something good to eat! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvM88bLYOI/AAAAAAAABIA/X-71guOcIPc/s1600-h/IMG_1808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263525936896893154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvM88bLYOI/AAAAAAAABIA/X-71guOcIPc/s320/IMG_1808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we were trying to leave we had our usual go outside and try to take pictures session....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvM8SnPnYI/AAAAAAAABH4/79CLYil_07I/s1600-h/IMG_1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263525925673213314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvM8SnPnYI/AAAAAAAABH4/79CLYil_07I/s320/IMG_1806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dalton was cutting up big time! She was SO excited! She was all over the place... and constantly saying... Let's GO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvM7LFuEDI/AAAAAAAABHw/7oHfz-6qfdU/s1600-h/IMG_1805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263525906473685042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvM7LFuEDI/AAAAAAAABHw/7oHfz-6qfdU/s320/IMG_1805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery is trying to let me get a good picture.. and then you see who is striking a pose don't ya!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvM6yb4lvI/AAAAAAAABHo/vCHg1Bbi1JQ/s1600-h/IMG_1804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263525899855763186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvM6yb4lvI/AAAAAAAABHo/vCHg1Bbi1JQ/s320/IMG_1804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, and it gets better!?!? Of course we were laughing at her because she was SO excited. I mean she had counted it down for a week you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvM6vumppI/AAAAAAAABHg/x0D-wcEhj0U/s1600-h/IMG_1803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263525899128972946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvM6vumppI/AAAAAAAABHg/x0D-wcEhj0U/s320/IMG_1803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Avery can't stand it.. she just had to see what we were laughing at!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvJXUnQltI/AAAAAAAABHY/vFEigpJdWQs/s1600-h/IMG_1801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263521992020104914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvJXUnQltI/AAAAAAAABHY/vFEigpJdWQs/s320/IMG_1801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so glad that my girls enjoy getting dressed up, and going to our usual houses for trick or treating. We have Mr Darrell who lives all alone.. his wife passed away from cancer when Avery was small. When we first started off trick or treating Avery was a newborn and Mrs. Janet was there too... but, now it is just him and he was telling us last night how someone asked him to go some where last night and he told them.. I CAN'T GO WITH YOU! LEE BARNETT AND THE GIRLS WILL BE HERE ANY TIME NOW! It was like he got offended that they asked him to leave his house on Halloween cause he was waiting on us. He told us last night that he waits on us every year and that he looks forward to seeing how much our girls have grown up. They hug him when they go in and he gets down on their level and talks to them. It is very sweet. He has this big cool ceramic pumpkin that his wife's sitser made for them years ago that he always serves his candy out of, BUT the girls have special goody bags already made up there are in the kitchen on the table that he goes and wags back to them with TWO HANDS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee goes by all the time during the year to visit with him too. Lee is so good about doing these types of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvJXGOO61I/AAAAAAAABHQ/6qqon1a7iAk/s1600-h/IMG_1799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263521988157041490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvJXGOO61I/AAAAAAAABHQ/6qqon1a7iAk/s320/IMG_1799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my happy Goo Goo Dancer girl again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvJW-__JJI/AAAAAAAABHI/jJHezOZZHNo/s1600-h/IMG_1798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263521986218239122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvJW-__JJI/AAAAAAAABHI/jJHezOZZHNo/s320/IMG_1798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out those shinny white spray painted boots! I got Avery's at a second hand store for $1!!!&lt;br /&gt;She was talking about wearing them to school... I was like.. OH, I don't think so sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvJWbrJiII/AAAAAAAABHA/p6okGjKazpY/s1600-h/IMG_1797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263521976735598722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvJWbrJiII/AAAAAAAABHA/p6okGjKazpY/s320/IMG_1797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again it was a beautiful night! Every house we went to they were like.. hold on let me go and get THEIR bags! LOL Like we could have come home after we went to the first house! Actually, we could have even stayed home because someone came by to give them their candy because they were having a Sunday school party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvJWNPwVyI/AAAAAAAABG4/fxzt_KBAw5w/s1600-h/IMG_1793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263521972862605090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvJWNPwVyI/AAAAAAAABG4/fxzt_KBAw5w/s320/IMG_1793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my big Goo Goo dance girly! Happy Halloween to everyone... I hope you have wonderful family traditions like we do. Just remember that you kids will be grown and gone before you know it.. enjoy it while you can! Because I have we do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am SO happy that fall is finally in the air! Now we have a birthday party (hayride) tonight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  Excuse any BLURRY pics.. Lee was trying to work the camera for a little bit!  Not that I am perfect, but I am ALOT better than him!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/5392351708326971645-60153798056140144?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/60153798056140144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=60153798056140144' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/60153798056140144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/60153798056140144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treating-2008.html' title='Trick or Treating 2008!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQvM88bLYOI/AAAAAAAABIA/X-71guOcIPc/s72-c/IMG_1808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2484191168899513184</id><published>2008-10-30T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:49:10.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fall swap goodies!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Would ya just look in that box!?!?!?!? Today when I got home I found my fall swap surprise from &lt;a href="http://southernrings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; sitting on the porch. It was filled to the RIM!!!!!! (There are 2 things already gone out of the box too when I took this picture too!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpnTlDPS3I/AAAAAAAABGw/v5pejX2xusQ/s1600-h/IMG_1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263132700596718450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpnTlDPS3I/AAAAAAAABGw/v5pejX2xusQ/s320/IMG_1772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; And would you just LOOK at why Avery squealed when she looked in the box?!?! They had NO idea that they were getting surprises too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpnTVd-oOI/AAAAAAAABGo/194UqpAwXbI/s1600-h/IMG_1773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263132696413905122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpnTVd-oOI/AAAAAAAABGo/194UqpAwXbI/s320/IMG_1773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpnS8tUq8I/AAAAAAAABGg/vXseQ3zEiX8/s1600-h/IMG_1773.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They were SO excited! You should have seen them running around with their presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpnSPeJliI/AAAAAAAABGQ/HdDQZX7lKXw/s1600-h/IMG_1775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263132677624141346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpnSPeJliI/AAAAAAAABGQ/HdDQZX7lKXw/s320/IMG_1775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After the go ahead from me they were opening very carefully....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpnSpcn8mI/AAAAAAAABGY/fLK_J1y7q0c/s1600-h/IMG_1774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263132684597064290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpnSpcn8mI/AAAAAAAABGY/fLK_J1y7q0c/s320/IMG_1774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They take unwrapping gifts seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpkOAaFxPI/AAAAAAAABGA/9fPk3Zyfvwg/s1600-h/IMG_1780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263129306326222066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpkOAaFxPI/AAAAAAAABGA/9fPk3Zyfvwg/s320/IMG_1780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ohhh, I wonder what it is!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpkNW0jg0I/AAAAAAAABF4/WvM32cHI3X8/s1600-h/IMG_1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263129295162934082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpkNW0jg0I/AAAAAAAABF4/WvM32cHI3X8/s320/IMG_1779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Avery said... Oh, yea!! Oh, yea!!!!!&lt;/span&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpkMu0VV1I/AAAAAAAABFo/qGpuHHw_FpA/s1600-h/IMG_1777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263129284424587090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpkMu0VV1I/AAAAAAAABFo/qGpuHHw_FpA/s320/IMG_1777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then she starts reading on the box.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpkO5jtGuI/AAAAAAAABGI/Bubg5XzhQrI/s1600-h/IMG_1782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263129321667369698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpkO5jtGuI/AAAAAAAABGI/Bubg5XzhQrI/s320/IMG_1782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And Dalton is excited about what hers looks like too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpkNDyT9tI/AAAAAAAABFw/Lxo87GeK1gA/s1600-h/IMG_1778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263129290053252818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpkNDyT9tI/AAAAAAAABFw/Lxo87GeK1gA/s320/IMG_1778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And then Avery realized that they are going to actually MOVE after they build the little thingys!!!! (Thank goodness that I have AAA batteries!)&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQphgtc_uyI/AAAAAAAABFg/UUdluQ0Su1c/s1600-h/IMG_1789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263126329120766754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQphgtc_uyI/AAAAAAAABFg/UUdluQ0Su1c/s320/IMG_1789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It is like Merry Christmasholloween... Just look at all the stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQphgAHQ5EI/AAAAAAAABFY/N79y5T4JjL4/s1600-h/IMG_1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263126316950021186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQphgAHQ5EI/AAAAAAAABFY/N79y5T4JjL4/s320/IMG_1788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh, and LOOK at MY fall goodies.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQphfDjng0I/AAAAAAAABFI/DRhKjbYgQU8/s1600-h/IMG_1785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263126300694381378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQphfDjng0I/AAAAAAAABFI/DRhKjbYgQU8/s320/IMG_1785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How pretty is THIS!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQphenh08LI/AAAAAAAABFA/X6YP1HgFXvo/s1600-h/IMG_1784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263126293170679986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQphenh08LI/AAAAAAAABFA/X6YP1HgFXvo/s320/IMG_1784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; OH look at these hand towels!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQphfql0inI/AAAAAAAABFQ/NBoP9vui6oI/s1600-h/IMG_1786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263126311172606578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQphfql0inI/AAAAAAAABFQ/NBoP9vui6oI/s320/IMG_1786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; How cute is this little scarecrow guy!?!? Avery loved him too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thank you Michelle for my fall swap gift! I love everything! It was just the pick me up that I needed after the long day that I had today. The topper was the gift for the girls!! Thank you for thinking of them! They were SO excited that you thought of them too.. you should have seen them decorating the different little guys!! They had a ball! And then when we got the batteries in it was really something! I am so glad that you got to participate too! Happy Fall to you too!!!! Thank you VERY much! &lt;/span&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/5392351708326971645-2484191168899513184?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2484191168899513184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2484191168899513184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2484191168899513184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2484191168899513184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-fall-swap-goodies.html' title='My fall swap goodies!!!!!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQpnTlDPS3I/AAAAAAAABGw/v5pejX2xusQ/s72-c/IMG_1772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2573925184235806996</id><published>2008-10-29T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:58:32.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet Avery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQjp6zR5QbI/AAAAAAAABE4/a41f3RXoASs/s1600-h/IMG_1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262713360989372850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQjp6zR5QbI/AAAAAAAABE4/a41f3RXoASs/s400/IMG_1735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, what can I say about sweet ole girl!?!?  &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/5392351708326971645-2573925184235806996?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2573925184235806996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2573925184235806996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2573925184235806996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2573925184235806996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-sweet-avery.html' title='My sweet Avery'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQjp6zR5QbI/AAAAAAAABE4/a41f3RXoASs/s72-c/IMG_1735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-7832386158589438719</id><published>2008-10-29T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:50:53.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll do it myself....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQjlxd2kwJI/AAAAAAAABEw/aJAYrpDLIAc/s1600-h/IMG_1689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262708802572304530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQjlxd2kwJI/AAAAAAAABEw/aJAYrpDLIAc/s320/IMG_1689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She did and it looked pretty dang good even if I do say so myself!!&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/5392351708326971645-7832386158589438719?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/7832386158589438719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=7832386158589438719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7832386158589438719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7832386158589438719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-do-it-myself.html' title='I&apos;ll do it myself....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQjlxd2kwJI/AAAAAAAABEw/aJAYrpDLIAc/s72-c/IMG_1689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-739115645083917265</id><published>2008-10-27T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:48:08.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you discipline your children?</title><content type='html'>How do you discipline your children? Do you spank? Do you talk to them? Do you take things away? Do you ALWAYS think they are in the right now matter what!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just interested in the different ways that people discipline. I am NOT in need of advice. This is just a random question. And... yes, before you ask.. we DO spank. WE don't have to very often and when we do is a VERY long time before we have to again. You can say that we DO have our bluff in on our girls, and they know who is the boss int his house and that we mean business.  We talk to them first.... then when needed the there is the dreaded trip to the bathroom.   I am happy to say that our girls are very good almost all of the time, but when the limits have been pushed we give them a reality check.  I see some children that literally run over their parents, and I just don't understand that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-739115645083917265?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/739115645083917265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=739115645083917265' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/739115645083917265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/739115645083917265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-do-you-discipline-your-children.html' title='How do you discipline your children?'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-3502312639645012621</id><published>2008-10-26T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:45:50.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in total shock...</title><content type='html'>May God bless the &lt;a href="http://www.katv.com/news/stories/1008/564436.html"&gt;Anne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pressly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that they catch who did this to her, and that they get what they deserve.  It is my understanding that she never got to give her own details as to what happened that night in her home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-3502312639645012621?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/3502312639645012621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=3502312639645012621' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3502312639645012621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3502312639645012621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-in-total-shock.html' title='I am in total shock...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2539092935355525293</id><published>2008-10-25T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:09:36.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas prices</title><content type='html'>Last night gas was $2.50 per gallon at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crossett&lt;/span&gt;.  So, that means if you went inside and got a prepaid card then you would have gotten it for $2.47.  WOW!  I am wondering what the lost it is going to get to.  The down side to this is that the price for soybeans that we (my farming operation) are trying to sale is down.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Crazy&lt;/span&gt; how everything has a domino effect on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the prices in your area?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-2539092935355525293?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2539092935355525293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2539092935355525293' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2539092935355525293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2539092935355525293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/gas-prices.html' title='Gas prices'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-7320029239027287848</id><published>2008-10-25T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:05:55.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Call</title><content type='html'>Have your ever had someone call your house to talk to you (or someone else in your home) and then a few minutes later the phone ring again and obviously they had hit redial button and was unaware of it... And you got to sit there and LISTEN to what all they were saying (about YOU) in the background!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful with the phone people!  Or better yet, after something is talked about among adults LET IT GO... that way you don't have to worry about someone hearing you talk about them on the phone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-7320029239027287848?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/7320029239027287848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=7320029239027287848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7320029239027287848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7320029239027287848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/phone-call.html' title='Phone Call'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-6431510721526619736</id><published>2008-10-24T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:15:06.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my secret reader....</title><content type='html'>When telling someone something that you read on my blog make sure you tell them that it is a BLOG and NOT face book... You know.... just in case someone wants to be able to find it and read about my doings themselves! Sorry, but I thought this was hilarious when I was told this! LOL If anything I did was a secret do you THINK I would put it on my blog where everyone could read it!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  THIS is a drama free zone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend because we sure plan to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-6431510721526619736?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/6431510721526619736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=6431510721526619736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6431510721526619736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6431510721526619736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-my-secret-readers.html' title='To my secret reader....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5789638000910918346</id><published>2008-10-24T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:06:47.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another swap gift!!!</title><content type='html'>This is my homeless... I mean blog less friend Kami.  She is a lurker, but just refuses to enter into the blog world... HOWEVER, I have gotten several emails telling me stuff that was more than blog worthy!  Maybe she is practicing on me!?!?  I really liked the stories myself especially the one about Parker peeing on the carpet.. you would THINK she would put a diaper on a child that is only a little over a year old wouldn't you!?!?  Hum, too bad that she does not have a blog to DEFEND herself!  LOL    I think she is on the verge of blogging due to a very close family member possibly relocating so we will see.  I will link her if and when she gets off her tail and does so!  It is like she is on the side of a cliff.. maybe I will just stop by her work today and just PUSH her off the cliff.   Or better yet I could start her blog for her considering I have just the picture to do that with DON'T I KAMI!?!?!  Hee Hee&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQHs7F-pKfI/AAAAAAAABEo/-IPf9F8N7XY/s1600-h/IMG_1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260746339706808818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQHs7F-pKfI/AAAAAAAABEo/-IPf9F8N7XY/s320/IMG_1684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Kami's fall swap gift.  It is from Grammy who is also blog less, but she is  a lurker because of me and her daughter and her family that live off so she has to keep up with them!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQHs6nMo2pI/AAAAAAAABEg/WpkOma-Aobo/s1600-h/IMG_1685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260746331444009618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQHs6nMo2pI/AAAAAAAABEg/WpkOma-Aobo/s320/IMG_1685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy is very sentimental.. she bought Kami a daddy pumpkin, a mama pumpkin and a little Parker pumpkin... Kami has decided to start getting more fall decorations so Parker will be able to enjoy them growing up.. just think if Kami actually HAD a blog she would be able to show her precious Parker of.. but NOOOOOO!  I wish you could see the candles better because they are glittery at the bottom.. the candles are in the brownish family.&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/5392351708326971645-5789638000910918346?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5789638000910918346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5789638000910918346' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5789638000910918346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5789638000910918346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-swap-gift.html' title='Another swap gift!!!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQHs7F-pKfI/AAAAAAAABEo/-IPf9F8N7XY/s72-c/IMG_1684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5044099551186773137</id><published>2008-10-23T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:18:48.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St Jude Trike-A-Thon this Friday</title><content type='html'>We are in the middle of raising money for &lt;a href="http://www.stjude.org/stjude/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2edae64c5b470110VgnVCM1000001e0215acRCRD&amp;amp;vgnextchannel=b1f87ff0be118010VgnVCM1000000e2015acRCRD&amp;amp;plt=STJGENSEYAHOO00057"&gt;St. Jude &lt;/a&gt; This is last year at the Trike-A-Thon... We were honored to have Brady at Wee School with us, so Dalton rode in honor of Brady. He and his family spent a ton of time at St. Jude. Here is Dalton and her decorated bike posing with Brady... he and and borrowed tractor are so over having their picture take by this point! LOL From what I understand we raised over $8,000 last year. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEaoh4eM6I/AAAAAAAABEY/TlhzfauSit0/s1600-h/IMG_4910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260515123337769890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEaoh4eM6I/AAAAAAAABEY/TlhzfauSit0/s320/IMG_4910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riding is hard work and you need a snack afterwards.. The kids were served milk, orange juice and donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEaoaDskXI/AAAAAAAABEQ/6DO6KTLXXL4/s1600-h/IMG_4901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260515121237365106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEaoaDskXI/AAAAAAAABEQ/6DO6KTLXXL4/s320/IMG_4901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEan6cubcI/AAAAAAAABEI/Ys9Mf4Of8nk/s1600-h/IMG_4901.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the sign that hung where you drive up to let you kids off every morning.... Everyone really stepped to the plate this past year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEanpnpT0I/AAAAAAAABEA/91mewdttAIc/s1600-h/IMG_4882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260515108234809154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEanpnpT0I/AAAAAAAABEA/91mewdttAIc/s320/IMG_4882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know this little fellow was really down and out at one time I wish you would just look at the look on his face peddling that tractor! Can you imagine the wonderful feeling his parents hearts just watching him be able to participate in this!?!? Brady is in school this year and having a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEanYTggAI/AAAAAAAABD4/I4Q0XMNwtz8/s1600-h/IMG_4823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260515103586942978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEanYTggAI/AAAAAAAABD4/I4Q0XMNwtz8/s320/IMG_4823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalton rode in memory of Angel &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/la/jakeowen/"&gt;Jake Owen Raborn&lt;/a&gt;. It has been a little over 2 years now since he earned his angel wings, and let me tell you something.. his family spent LOTS of time at St. Jude and have lots of people they consider family there. If you ever need to speak to any one about St. Jude Jake's parents and Brady's parents could answer any questions you may have. Jake's parents have been very blessed, and are now able to do something for others... Let's just say that he is being honored BIG TIME by his family helping others! I will do another post on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEUmB-JbEI/AAAAAAAABDg/wPu-bsjI1mY/s1600-h/IMG_4790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260508483342134338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEUmB-JbEI/AAAAAAAABDg/wPu-bsjI1mY/s320/IMG_4790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is Dalton's sign in memory of Jake.  He loved green M &amp;amp; M's so that is where we came up with our decor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEUlhyEvBI/AAAAAAAABDY/qyWdePAgZgA/s1600-h/IMG_4788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260508474701560850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEUlhyEvBI/AAAAAAAABDY/qyWdePAgZgA/s320/IMG_4788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dalton has a blast as well as all the other kids!&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEUkxM4lII/AAAAAAAABDQ/kCnKD1QjzYY/s1600-h/IMG_4786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260508461660673154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEUkxM4lII/AAAAAAAABDQ/kCnKD1QjzYY/s320/IMG_4786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the other side of her Brady sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEUnSZx1QI/AAAAAAAABDw/OYXpmlzv_dI/s1600-h/IMG_4793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260508504932865282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEUnSZx1QI/AAAAAAAABDw/OYXpmlzv_dI/s320/IMG_4793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out Brady again.  I bet he went around that track 500 times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEUmmcGg8I/AAAAAAAABDo/ki5a_gmcFxA/s1600-h/IMG_4799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260508493131449282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEUmmcGg8I/AAAAAAAABDo/ki5a_gmcFxA/s320/IMG_4799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was the first one behind the police car.. check out the sign on the back of his helmet.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you would like to sponsor Dalton in the St. Jude Trike-A-Thon just let me know.  I would be glad to run by and pick up the donation or you could mail it to us at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalton Barnett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;158 Binns Loop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crossett, AR  71635&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checks need to be made to St. Jude.  Please make sure that I have your mailing address for the information sheet!       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5392351708326971645-5044099551186773137?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5044099551186773137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5044099551186773137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5044099551186773137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5044099551186773137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/st-jude-trike-thon-this-friday.html' title='St Jude Trike-A-Thon this Friday'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SQEaoh4eM6I/AAAAAAAABEY/TlhzfauSit0/s72-c/IMG_4910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5413677318030717078</id><published>2008-10-23T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:50:27.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Swap... Heather got hers!</title><content type='html'>Go and check out what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kami&lt;/span&gt; sent &lt;a href="http://chrisheatherjacksonlauren.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; for our fall swap!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kami&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogless&lt;/span&gt; right now, but I think she is on the verge of opening up her very own little blog.   I will post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kami's&lt;/span&gt; prize shortly too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-5413677318030717078?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5413677318030717078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5413677318030717078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5413677318030717078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5413677318030717078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-swap-heather-got-hers.html' title='Fall Swap... Heather got hers!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-4068018501339579029</id><published>2008-10-22T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:23:06.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin patch part 14, 782...</title><content type='html'>I am TRYING to be (DANG IT I JUST DELETED ANOTHER PICTURE what in the world am I doing !?!?!!!!)  good at this blogging, but this picture taking FOREVER to load thing is driving me INSANE!  I have so many other things that I need to be doing that I just don't have time to wait for it to load.  Ok, now that I have complained I will try and get on with the story....  I am pretty sure that you are sick of the pumpkin patch, but just bare with me... I am so close to being done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_y3zEpq6I/AAAAAAAABBw/s0OSld1cQv8/s1600-h/IMG_1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260189930208471970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_y3zEpq6I/AAAAAAAABBw/s0OSld1cQv8/s320/IMG_1653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swings were a huge hit at the patch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_y3f3zHhI/AAAAAAAABBo/JFgGoCjE42I/s1600-h/IMG_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260189925054291474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_y3f3zHhI/AAAAAAAABBo/JFgGoCjE42I/s320/IMG_1640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what Avery is doing here, but she was concentrating on something pretty hard.  We were over by the petting zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_y2VDoKSI/AAAAAAAABBg/wjfmNxCdObk/s1600-h/IMG_1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260189904971245858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_y2VDoKSI/AAAAAAAABBg/wjfmNxCdObk/s320/IMG_1637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lee is showing them something.. the white dots on the picture are bugs flying around ... peeeUUUUweeeee!  Stanky!  And FRESH stanky if you know what I mean!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_y2LaDZaI/AAAAAAAABBY/eJVjUfju3yU/s1600-h/IMG_1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260189902380950946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_y2LaDZaI/AAAAAAAABBY/eJVjUfju3yU/s320/IMG_1629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leaving the patch heading in to the little cafe to eat.. it was GOOD!  I had a club sandwich, but isn't that suppose to have bacon on it!?!?  Anyway, daddy had the smothered pork chop, rice and gravy, and some other stuff along with homemade cornbread.. Avery said that it looked like something that papaw Robert would cook, so that is a huge compliment!  Lee had a chicken strip basket that he later admitted was DRY... I just look at him and said... did you not know that was why ketchup and ranch dressing was invented!?!?  Avery had a chili dog (that was suppose to be ft long, but they only brought a regular sized one) and after she ate it she needed MORE food so she got a kids chicken STRAW basket.  I really like the atmosphere there.  All the bread in there is homemade!  YUM-O  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_urPlrSbI/AAAAAAAABBQ/m7iuv0dN4sM/s1600-h/IMG_1628.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_uqD-IdoI/AAAAAAAABBI/VerZiwHKasE/s1600-h/IMG_1628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260185296179852930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_uqD-IdoI/AAAAAAAABBI/VerZiwHKasE/s320/IMG_1628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again on the way to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_upzGCaDI/AAAAAAAABBA/fn9Su9zNdyo/s1600-h/IMG_1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260185291649607730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_upzGCaDI/AAAAAAAABBA/fn9Su9zNdyo/s320/IMG_1622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dalton stopping to watch some kids play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_upDH9HfI/AAAAAAAABA4/pQT1qG3_Sxg/s1600-h/IMG_1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260185278772747762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_upDH9HfI/AAAAAAAABA4/pQT1qG3_Sxg/s320/IMG_1616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she got to ride that dang pony... $4 for literally 4 times around the thingy!  Can you say RIP OFF!?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_uoy2218I/AAAAAAAABAw/oiiGYRf1nfY/s1600-h/IMG_1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260185274406066114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_uoy2218I/AAAAAAAABAw/oiiGYRf1nfY/s320/IMG_1615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did she crack a smile!?  NOPE!  She wanted to ride the pony with the PINK thing on it!  That was all we had heard all morning, and then she was very happy after!  Oh, and I have to mention that she needs a haircut.. she always wants to wear her hair in a pony tail, but on this particular day when I knew she really needed to she did NOT want it up SO half of the pictures it is in her face and if it is not then it looks horrible!  Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5392351708326971645-4068018501339579029?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/4068018501339579029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=4068018501339579029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4068018501339579029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/4068018501339579029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch-part-14-782.html' title='Pumpkin patch part 14, 782...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP_y3zEpq6I/AAAAAAAABBw/s0OSld1cQv8/s72-c/IMG_1653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-7349074509063895826</id><published>2008-10-21T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:20:08.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 pumpkin patch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6nzBLtKhI/AAAAAAAABAI/6hJuhY5d964/s1600-h/IMG_1581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259825909748017682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6nzBLtKhI/AAAAAAAABAI/6hJuhY5d964/s320/IMG_1581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kids would have stayed at this if I would have let them!    They LOVED the slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6nzmrtriI/AAAAAAAABAQ/5uVKCi2oWgY/s1600-h/IMG_1605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259825919814381090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6nzmrtriI/AAAAAAAABAQ/5uVKCi2oWgY/s320/IMG_1605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH LOOK.. it is our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloggy&lt;/span&gt; Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rosjuane&lt;/span&gt;!  She tried so hard to carry on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; with Dalton, but it was VERY one sided.. she did not say one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; word to her I don't think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6n0Lnr1MI/AAAAAAAABAY/5HjyHG5wH9k/s1600-h/IMG_1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259825929729594562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6n0Lnr1MI/AAAAAAAABAY/5HjyHG5wH9k/s320/IMG_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BUT, check out the smile on her face... she is loving her new friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pushing&lt;/span&gt; her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6n077lcuI/AAAAAAAABAg/voDD77rVvm0/s1600-h/IMG_1608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259825942697964258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6n077lcuI/AAAAAAAABAg/voDD77rVvm0/s320/IMG_1608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now hold on just a minute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt;... I don't wanna end up over that at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cummins&lt;/span&gt;!    Look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rosjuane&lt;/span&gt;... such grace while pushing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;youngin&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6n1B0eeRI/AAAAAAAABAo/OlxHwHZt-cQ/s1600-h/IMG_1610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259825944278759698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6n1B0eeRI/AAAAAAAABAo/OlxHwHZt-cQ/s320/IMG_1610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;AWWWW&lt;/span&gt;  look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rosjuane's&lt;/span&gt; little boy with his head laid on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shoulder&lt;/span&gt;... can you see his little smile!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6kJoyd9CI/AAAAAAAAA_4/-bN5Kz7Ri8U/s1600-h/IMG_1553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259821900290192418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6kJoyd9CI/AAAAAAAAA_4/-bN5Kz7Ri8U/s320/IMG_1553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH NO!  Papaw Robert has been bad again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6kJ8k30II/AAAAAAAABAA/735klXMaRK8/s1600-h/IMG_1549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259821905601876098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6kJ8k30II/AAAAAAAABAA/735klXMaRK8/s320/IMG_1549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery wanted a HUGE pumpkin, but I told her she needed to be able to carry it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6imf8CcwI/AAAAAAAAA_o/UpqrfWTW2c4/s1600-h/IMG_1564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259820197107364610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6imf8CcwI/AAAAAAAAA_o/UpqrfWTW2c4/s320/IMG_1564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dalton was So serious about getting her face painted... Don't be offend Ros.. she would not talk to this lady either!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6im--vPhI/AAAAAAAAA_w/PtEcpFIPMp0/s1600-h/IMG_1560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259820205440187922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6im--vPhI/AAAAAAAAA_w/PtEcpFIPMp0/s320/IMG_1560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at her checking her out... I personally wish someone would tell her about her HOLES that were in the front of her shirt... I did not like looking at her belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6hmicdYcI/AAAAAAAAA_g/kfg7GOIfv9c/s1600-h/IMG_1565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259819098268590530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6hmicdYcI/AAAAAAAAA_g/kfg7GOIfv9c/s320/IMG_1565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery got a ghost with a hot pink bow in her hair.. or maybe his hair.. I guess you really never know these days...  More pics later!&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/5392351708326971645-7349074509063895826?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/7349074509063895826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=7349074509063895826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7349074509063895826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/7349074509063895826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/part-2-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Part 2 pumpkin patch...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP6nzBLtKhI/AAAAAAAABAI/6hJuhY5d964/s72-c/IMG_1581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-5235432892723925100</id><published>2008-10-21T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:25:03.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night out... at the house!</title><content type='html'>Today Avery got out of school early because of teacher conferences (today was report card day!) All A's as usual! We are VERY proud of her! Any hoo... Avery has gymnastics and Dalton has dance from 4-5.. so, I decided that I would ask Avery if she wanted Hannah to come out for the afternoon and play... well, of course she did! I got Dalton first.. then we went to pick up the girls and decided we would go to WM and get hot dogs to grill and stuff to make smores (YUMMY!) So, Missy and her other 2 girls ended up coming out and we had the best time. We laid in chairs on the back patio covered in blankets just looking at the stars and talking.. the girls were dancing and Dalton was all snuggled up in my lap! What a nice lazy cool evening! We never get a lazy day like that during the week so it was SUPER nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-5235432892723925100?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/5235432892723925100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=5235432892723925100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5235432892723925100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/5235432892723925100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/night-out-at-house.html' title='A night out... at the house!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-6410450373433178017</id><published>2008-10-20T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:49:53.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend in stages...</title><content type='html'>This weekend was Lee's long weekend so we headed to my daddy's house once again...Dalton counted down every single day to when she was going to get to go and see Papaw Robert. Oh, LOOK don't fall out but I am in a picture!!  I mean really!!   It is very RARE that I am in the picture when we are out and about.  I hate the self portrait pictures, so I just ain't in em!  The only proof that I was actually there is that there are pictures!  Oh, and there is sweet britches too! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP1N8vROdlI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/9wg-5geRIOM/s1600-h/IMG_1479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259445645714814546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP1N8vROdlI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/9wg-5geRIOM/s320/IMG_1479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the pumpkin patch at Hardin's Farm on Sunday. My DADDY even wanted to go.. normally he is in the field working or they are wanting to hunt but he took us!  Here is Dalton posing... from the second we walked in all I heard was I want to ride the pony... like 1,000 freakin times!  And NO I am not joking!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP1N8-bSTKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/6xHVK7o3YfQ/s1600-h/IMG_1492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259445649783540898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP1N8-bSTKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/6xHVK7o3YfQ/s320/IMG_1492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, my word look at Lee trying to fit is rump in the swing!!!  LOL   (Wait till you see tomorrow who rump did fit in the tire!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP1N9qITMmI/AAAAAAAAA-g/4NlFAZZZXWk/s1600-h/IMG_1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259445661515068002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP1N9qITMmI/AAAAAAAAA-g/4NlFAZZZXWk/s320/IMG_1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are on the hayride to the  pumpkin patch to pick pumpkins... WAIT! Where is Robin you may ask!?!?!  Oh, she MUST be on the ride too because THERE ARE PICTURES!  That fake smile of D's is driving me NUTS!!!  What is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP1N9w9FvOI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Mpz1VrpCi2U/s1600-h/IMG_1530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259445663347096802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP1N9w9FvOI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Mpz1VrpCi2U/s320/IMG_1530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Dalton with her pumpkin.. she is so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP1N-PwkB8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/mLQcjXvnkHo/s1600-h/IMG_1537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259445671616055234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP1N-PwkB8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/mLQcjXvnkHo/s320/IMG_1537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok.. that is it for tonight!  I don't know why it take forever for 5 pictures to load, but I am heading to bed so I will add more to this tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never guess who spotted my kid at the patch!!!  Tune in tomorrow to see!   Let me give you a hint... it is a bloggy world Auntie!  LOL &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/5392351708326971645-6410450373433178017?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/6410450373433178017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=6410450373433178017' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6410450373433178017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/6410450373433178017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-weekend-in-stages.html' title='This weekend in stages...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SP1N8vROdlI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/9wg-5geRIOM/s72-c/IMG_1479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-3974884477783570749</id><published>2008-10-17T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:22:32.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swap is ON!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, girls!!!  I have emailed everyone about the fall swap!  Happy shopping!!  Remember to post when you get your gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out papaw Robert... HERE WE COME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-3974884477783570749?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/3974884477783570749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=3974884477783570749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3974884477783570749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/3974884477783570749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/swap-is-on.html' title='The Swap is ON!!!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-8164408898331076506</id><published>2008-10-17T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:07:36.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take time... slow down....</title><content type='html'>And do something for someone today..... or really SOON!!  When is the last time you took time out of your busy schedule and did this!?!?   Remember that as our friends have life changing things going on in their lives and have to be gone for days on end away from home... unable to work, away from their kids,  it means a lot to them to know that we are there for them.  A phone call, a card, a little monetary donation, a meal, a prayer....  especially prayers!  Everything helps!  I challenge you to do what you feel led to do to help.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themccones.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.themccones.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa and Alan we are praying for you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-8164408898331076506?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/8164408898331076506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=8164408898331076506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8164408898331076506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8164408898331076506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-time-slow-down.html' title='Take time... slow down....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-798762088446683823</id><published>2008-10-13T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:41:12.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Dalton  has a baby.....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Dalton told us that when she had a baby she was going to live with Papaw Robert... (Remember that she is only 5!)  Papaw Robert's response was... I will be in the nursing home by then!!! I assured him that he would be in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tack&lt;/span&gt; room.. not the nursing home! That way the girls could feed him when they fed the horses! :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5392351708326971645-798762088446683823?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/798762088446683823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=798762088446683823' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/798762088446683823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/798762088446683823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/dalton-loves-papaw-robert.html' title='When Dalton  has a baby.....'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-516817724344934360</id><published>2008-10-13T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:41:34.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The artist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOfS5S4YrI/AAAAAAAAA94/sclaldDVBsc/s1600-h/IMG_1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256720337037976242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOfS5S4YrI/AAAAAAAAA94/sclaldDVBsc/s320/IMG_1460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dalton is really into coloring these days... I mean BIG time!  What is funny is when she is coloring something little she will get a pencil and you should see her lips and how she is concentrating.. She was doing it a little bit here, but this does not do it justice! I will try to get a picture of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOfTCx1AXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AnJv9sInDNo/s1600-h/IMG_1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256720339583697266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOfTCx1AXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AnJv9sInDNo/s320/IMG_1461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She will draw and color many pics in a 30 minute span.... When she gets those creative juiced flowing she just can't stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOfTmQEnrI/AAAAAAAAA-I/OXNZY59JVSc/s1600-h/IMG_1462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256720349105790642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOfTmQEnrI/AAAAAAAAA-I/OXNZY59JVSc/s320/IMG_1462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, this is ME!  Ain't I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;purdy&lt;/span&gt;? Be sure to notice my striped shirt, polka dotted skirt, ears, nose, bugged eyes, flowery earrings, funky boots, curly pig tails and all!  Yes, I know.. I'M HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOdgaAZOeI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/af54vOsqT5U/s1600-h/IMG_1463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256718370133850594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOdgaAZOeI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/af54vOsqT5U/s320/IMG_1463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery won a box of washable markers at school on Friday and presented them to Dalton at the supper table last night... Dalton loved them all but the black!  She told Avery that she could have that one!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOdi8LGgxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/0TBayHA4SMo/s1600-h/IMG_1464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256718413665305362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOdi8LGgxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/0TBayHA4SMo/s320/IMG_1464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coloring......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOdj7iOu1I/AAAAAAAAA9g/AL4WXGdSAaE/s1600-h/IMG_1465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256718430673746770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOdj7iOu1I/AAAAAAAAA9g/AL4WXGdSAaE/s320/IMG_1465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me talking to her while she is coloring and she is getting a little tickled at me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOdk3X-sgI/AAAAAAAAA9o/k7e1Ee5vr00/s1600-h/IMG_1466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256718446736880130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOdk3X-sgI/AAAAAAAAA9o/k7e1Ee5vr00/s320/IMG_1466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, I realized what she was doing and I said... HEY!  WHY do you get boobs and I don't!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOdmF4y91I/AAAAAAAAA9w/KbC5OQbS6mE/s1600-h/IMG_1467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256718467812489042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOdmF4y91I/AAAAAAAAA9w/KbC5OQbS6mE/s320/IMG_1467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And WHY does Dalton have boobs?   Notice the side ways ponytail, the lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teff&lt;/span&gt; as Dalton says and the well.. you can check the rest out for yourself!  ( I may not have boobs, but at least I do have pretty teeth!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&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/5392351708326971645-516817724344934360?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/516817724344934360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=516817724344934360' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/516817724344934360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/516817724344934360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/artist.html' title='The artist!'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOfS5S4YrI/AAAAAAAAA94/sclaldDVBsc/s72-c/IMG_1460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-8175065052291393273</id><published>2008-10-13T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:02:12.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess WHOO-WHOO-WHOOO</title><content type='html'>is happy!?!?!  I did this shirt for Dalton and she was SO excited!  Her Wee school teachers loved it, but her friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Camryn&lt;/span&gt; had to kiss it.. she was NOT happy about that cause she said that she did not want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Camryn&lt;/span&gt; to give her owl GERMS!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOaL2UfTKI/AAAAAAAAA9I/5oJX1R6UAmE/s1600-h/IMG_1468.jpg"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256714718422191266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOaL2UfTKI/AAAAAAAAA9I/5oJX1R6UAmE/s320/IMG_1468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5392351708326971645-8175065052291393273?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/8175065052291393273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=8175065052291393273' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8175065052291393273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/8175065052291393273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-whoo-whoo-whooo.html' title='Guess WHOO-WHOO-WHOOO'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SPOaL2UfTKI/AAAAAAAAA9I/5oJX1R6UAmE/s72-c/IMG_1468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5392351708326971645.post-2987719910544787938</id><published>2008-10-08T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:14:09.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my fall decorations...</title><content type='html'>I wanted to show a few of my fall decorations so you get the idea of what the swap is all about... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SO0AhemDIEI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Qu5OieSeUko/s1600-h/IMG_1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254856915359572034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SO0AhemDIEI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Qu5OieSeUko/s320/IMG_1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have had this little scarecrow for years... he hangs on my kitchen door coming off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt; room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SO0AhtjhIpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Z_CE4Y8kncI/s1600-h/IMG_1446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254856919375487634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SO0AhtjhIpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Z_CE4Y8kncI/s320/IMG_1446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These guys came from Paul Michael's 2 years ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SO0AhuV6WVI/AAAAAAAAA84/gsi4xKvI9go/s1600-h/IMG_1453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254856919586855250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SO0AhuV6WVI/AAAAAAAAA84/gsi4xKvI9go/s320/IMG_1453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this is once of my favorites.. you light the little candle and then thingy spins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SO0AiD4PIaI/AAAAAAAAA9A/uJW5pVdbCoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254856925367968162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SO0AiD4PIaI/AAAAAAAAA9A/uJW5pVdbCoQ/s320/IMG_1454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My fall wreath.. sorry no full view of door.. I am not done decorating yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SOz-7AbRteI/AAAAAAAAA8A/SI6aGkz7Rjc/s1600-h/IMG_1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254855154914670050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SOz-7AbRteI/AAAAAAAAA8A/SI6aGkz7Rjc/s320/IMG_1437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought this at Spike's Drug store here in town when they were still open.. they always had the neatest gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SOz-7LgczaI/AAAAAAAAA8I/IeGDt0YcZCc/s1600-h/IMG_1439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254855157889158562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SOz-7LgczaI/AAAAAAAAA8I/IeGDt0YcZCc/s320/IMG_1439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How real does this thing look!??!  I love it and wish I had more of these in various sizes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SOz-7V5NtZI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ff5iUc_Z3o0/s1600-h/IMG_1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254855160677381522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SOz-7V5NtZI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ff5iUc_Z3o0/s320/IMG_1440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This also came from Paul's Michael's a couple of years ago.. the girls picked her out!  She sits on the island bar and glares at me while I am cooking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SOz-7VLUOfI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/AHQMaWfL9Rw/s1600-h/IMG_1441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254855160484870642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SOz-7VLUOfI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/AHQMaWfL9Rw/s320/IMG_1441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; Paul Michale's this year.. they went fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SOz-7tI8XoI/AAAAAAAAA8g/_OLAvaaK9aM/s1600-h/IMG_1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254855166917369474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SOz-7tI8XoI/AAAAAAAAA8g/_OLAvaaK9aM/s320/IMG_1442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made this for myself this year... and one for Ms. Pam (which was a little prize for her going with me and Dalton to the eye doctor that day!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this give you more of an idea of what I am talking about.. my kids always look so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to decorating for the fall!&lt;br /&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/5392351708326971645-2987719910544787938?l=radstitches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/feeds/2987719910544787938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5392351708326971645&amp;postID=2987719910544787938' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2987719910544787938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5392351708326971645/posts/default/2987719910544787938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radstitches.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-of-my-fall-decorations.html' title='Some of my fall decorations...'/><author><name>RADstitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16938178832367183220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzAQsHgNZU8/SO0AhemDIEI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Qu5OieSeUko/s72-c/IMG_1444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
