<?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-416678184764471813</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:12:30.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with Bravery</title><subtitle type='html'>My life and adventures with my daughters Britlyn and Avery and other things!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-3335880037473310123</id><published>2010-09-14T12:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T13:06:51.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? Why? Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/TI-rc5jo59I/AAAAAAAAASc/XTHhVh0ZGME/s1600/Why.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516816581527136210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/TI-rc5jo59I/AAAAAAAAASc/XTHhVh0ZGME/s320/Why.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been terrible about posting to this blog...going to try to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I thought I would post these interesting and humorous questions....that we have probably all experienced at some time! They made me laugh....hope you enjoy them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they already know there is not enough money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does someone&lt;br /&gt;Believe you when you say there are four billion stars; but have to check when you say the paint is still wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose idea was it to put an 'S' in the word 'lisp'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, 'It's all right?' Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, 'That really hurt, why don't you watch where you're going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-3335880037473310123?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/3335880037473310123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=3335880037473310123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3335880037473310123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3335880037473310123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-why-why.html' title='Why? Why? Why?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/TI-rc5jo59I/AAAAAAAAASc/XTHhVh0ZGME/s72-c/Why.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-2803689653943692004</id><published>2010-05-12T19:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:36:49.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day Faves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; me with a wonderful Mom and Mother-in-Law and with 2 wonderful girls of my own. I got to spend Mother's Day with my Mom....which is something I never got to do while living in Florida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few of my "faves" from this Mother's Day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matt and the girls took me shopping the Saturday before Mother's Day to buy some new clothes....my favorite kind of gift....the kind I get to pick out!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brit made me this cute card....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470527974283370770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/S-s4NWD_YRI/AAAAAAAAASE/6WuLyH5i6Gk/s320/Mom+Cut+out.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can't read it, but part of it says "If you were a flower, I'd pick you." How sweet!  Maybe she does like me! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avery made me this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;place mat&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470527688762361522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/S-s38uaehrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_ILQ4lGH4hc/s320/Placemat.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the back her teacher asked her some questions about me and she answered them.  Here is what it says....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What does your mom do while you are at school?   Avery:  She works.  She does work for our house to sell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's your mom's favorite thing to do?  Avery:  Go outside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you like to play with your mom?  Avery:  Games like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Candyland&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What kinds of things does your mom do to take care of you?  Avery:  She gets food for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you like about your mom?  Avery:  She likes to play with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How old is your mom?  Avery:  16  (I love that!!!:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a mom who works from home and goes through a lot of "mom guilt" about trying to do my job AND spend time with my kids, these kinds of "words" get me through the tough days!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so blessed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-2803689653943692004?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/2803689653943692004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=2803689653943692004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/2803689653943692004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/2803689653943692004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-faves.html' title='Mothers Day Faves...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/S-s4NWD_YRI/AAAAAAAAASE/6WuLyH5i6Gk/s72-c/Mom+Cut+out.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-3404712143807710363</id><published>2010-04-20T18:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:49:54.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finger</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when I arrived to pick up Avery from school, her teacher motioned to me and said she "needed to speak" to me....never words you want to hear from your child's teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on to tell me that earlier in the day she looked over to see Avery in conversation with another child and holding her middle finger up at the little girl....and not to show her a "boo boo".  She quickly walked over to them to remedy the situation and overheard Avery &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;explaining&lt;/span&gt; to the little girl that this was very bad and you should not do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, assured the teacher that she had NOT seen that at home but that about a month ago her older sister had heard someone talking about the middle finger and asked me what it meant.  I told &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Britlyn&lt;/span&gt; that it was very bad and she was never to do it.  Little did I know that Avery was listening and felt the need to share it with her classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I sent an e-mail to a certain classmate's Mom to warn her that her daughter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; have learned something new at school....and I was very sorry!  EEK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-3404712143807710363?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/3404712143807710363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=3404712143807710363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3404712143807710363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3404712143807710363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2010/04/finger.html' title='The Finger'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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-416678184764471813.post-1215257103624469232</id><published>2009-12-14T16:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:17:36.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from the Colemans....and Will??</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/view/5JscbStKjYpsClPa"&gt;http://sendables.jibjab.com/view/5JscbStKjYpsClPa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-1215257103624469232?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/1215257103624469232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=1215257103624469232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/1215257103624469232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/1215257103624469232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-from-colemansand-will.html' title='Merry Christmas from the Colemans....and Will??'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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-416678184764471813.post-8004101598084761587</id><published>2009-12-09T14:49:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:39:33.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Stuff</title><content type='html'>With the girls being at a new school this year, we have had a lot of adjustments. Don't get me wrong, we LOVE their new school and cannot say enough good about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT....the difference academically has been a bit of a shock to Brit's system! One of those differences being projects. They constantly have a project a new project due!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if you are one of those Mom's who is just good at this stuff....stop reading! I am not. I have NO creativity! And as for Brit, her motto is "just get it done!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I thought I would share a couple of the projects we have done so far... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a family heritage project. She had to pick one side of her family and research their heritage. She chose Matt's mom's side....Czechoslovakia....I can't even spell that word if that tells you how much I know about it! Matt is WAY more into his heritage than I am, so about 3 weeks before the project, I asked if he would take the lead in this project. He and Brit could do the research and then I would help her with the large paper doll that had to be dressed in traditional Czech clothing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413391382767907954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SyA6yAAKtHI/AAAAAAAAARc/qgRwb2a2wO4/s320/CIMG2287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, that will be the last project I ask Matt to take the lead on since we were up until 10:00 the night before working on it (I got a little glimpse of Matt's mom life with him as a student!). :) The above picture is of the doll dressed in traditional Czech clothing. This is before it was completely done....I guess I was too tired and frustrated to get a picture of the completed project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another project was a book report and mobile on a historical figure. Brit chose Betsy Ross. Matt's mom was in town when we started the mobile. She is crafty and creative...I am not. She came up with the idea and got Brit started and then Brit and I finished it after she left. I wish she were around more often for these projects!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SyA6Ev_o39I/AAAAAAAAARU/Zt3j2rrJcLY/s1600-h/CIMG2436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413390605376610258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SyA6Ev_o39I/AAAAAAAAARU/Zt3j2rrJcLY/s320/CIMG2436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SyA8XSH6hNI/AAAAAAAAARk/9oqac22R6Rc/s1600-h/CIMG2437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413393122799027410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SyA8XSH6hNI/AAAAAAAAARk/9oqac22R6Rc/s200/CIMG2437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;Lastly, I thought I would share Brit's report card! Although it's hard to read in this picture, she got all A's!! Like I mentioned before, the work and homework has been a BIG change from last year and we are sooooo proud of Brit for getting all A's!!! She has worked really hard and deserved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413430567376029522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SyBea2Cwh1I/AAAAAAAAARs/JVlAHG72PBE/s320/CIMG2319.JPG" border="0" /&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/416678184764471813-8004101598084761587?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/8004101598084761587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=8004101598084761587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/8004101598084761587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/8004101598084761587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/12/school-stuff.html' title='School Stuff'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SyA6yAAKtHI/AAAAAAAAARc/qgRwb2a2wO4/s72-c/CIMG2287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-1057494218005394631</id><published>2009-12-02T20:56:00.030-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:40:37.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I originally started this blog as a "diary" of my life with my husband and kids...something I can look back on in the future and remember. Unfortunately, it takes time to keep up this diary of memories and I'm not doing a very good job! Anyone who has been around me at all over the past 3 months knows I am a bit overwhelmed and am just lucky to get done what HAS to be done each day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways....since I haven't had time to blog much lately, here is a recap of our fall, which included.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A fun Halloween as a Snow Princess and Twister Board Game....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SxcfYD_j48I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Yx4wHD2D51Q/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410827975558161346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SxcfYD_j48I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Yx4wHD2D51Q/s200/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very restful, wonderful, much-needed family trip to Red River Gorge, Kentucky (what a beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;place)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SxceGwC69gI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kiI8yS18ZoQ/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410826578634143234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SxceGwC69gI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/kiI8yS18ZoQ/s200/Picture+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/Sxcd95mMlII/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-LRLExjhwM/s1600-h/Picture+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410826426579195010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/Sxcd95mMlII/AAAAAAAAAQs/0-LRLExjhwM/s200/Picture+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/Sxcd0fih3RI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CJjWV1ZYdPI/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410826264965668114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/Sxcd0fih3RI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CJjWV1ZYdPI/s200/Picture+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery's first school friend birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y at a tea room...so much fun!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SxcdHbfvutI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fH0Jx0YfTcQ/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410825490786138834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SxcdHbfvutI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fH0Jx0YfTcQ/s200/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SxcdSaMfclI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6XrRJV0P4NM/s1600-h/Picture+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410825679415505490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SxcdSaMfclI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6XrRJV0P4NM/s200/Picture+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great Thanksgiving with Matt's parents...any time with Matt's mom always&lt;br /&gt;includes a craft project with the kids!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/Sxcb3eOTWaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Sz1BWT_o9SM/s1600-h/Picture+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410824117128747426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/Sxcb3eOTWaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Sz1BWT_o9SM/s200/Picture+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/Sxcb_r2THHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JdlBpG1FlV4/s1600-h/Picture+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410824258225118322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/Sxcb_r2THHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JdlBpG1FlV4/s200/Picture+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TONS of school project (more on that to come)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Christmas is just around the corner! Hopefully I can post again before that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-1057494218005394631?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/1057494218005394631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=1057494218005394631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/1057494218005394631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/1057494218005394631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/12/fall-recap.html' title='Fall Recap'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SxcfYD_j48I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Yx4wHD2D51Q/s72-c/Picture+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-1812406860737703850</id><published>2009-10-19T08:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:33:54.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A is for Astronaut....or Avery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/Stxb5t53jGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/awhVrp_TksU/s1600-h/Avery+in+Glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394287500815993954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/Stxb5t53jGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/awhVrp_TksU/s200/Avery+in+Glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Since Avery has started preschool, her conversations have changed....one of which has become what she will be when she "grows up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night Matt was putting her to bed and she informed him that she wanted to be an Astronaut when she grew up!  "Really?!" he said...quite surprised.  Avery then said, "Daddy, what is an Astronaut?"  Matt told her it is someone who goes into outerspace...like to the moon. After a moment of silence Avery said, "Will Mommy be at the moom?" Matt said, "No, Mommy won't be there." Avery's response...."Forget it then....I don't want to be an astronaut!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing that Avery has discovered is that "A" is "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" letter. She truly believes that because her name starts with A...it is her letter. I tried to convince her that my name starts with A also....she's not buying it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-1812406860737703850?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/1812406860737703850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=1812406860737703850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/1812406860737703850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/1812406860737703850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-for-astronautor-avery.html' title='A is for Astronaut....or Avery'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/Stxb5t53jGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/awhVrp_TksU/s72-c/Avery+in+Glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-2878334714341356060</id><published>2009-09-05T17:07:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:30:42.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Firsts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First day of preschool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First day of 3rd grade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First day at a new school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First day that I read a book for 2 hours...uninterrupted!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some pictures....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378096693936985154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SqLWcuHRFEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PIzllkKCnwg/s320/Both+Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378096503253105730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SqLWRnwr_EI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QSKP2AmYV0I/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378096114598423394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SqLV6_6MK2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/WkEigenF6ns/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378095895034432754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SqLVuN-DjPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/uqdxrspxWqU/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378095733359747538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SqLVkzrzodI/AAAAAAAAAO0/BkB1hHspsQA/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378095592110392898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SqLVclfVhkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/b3Don5v3U0g/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378095319149118114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SqLVMsoTAqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/89YWQPMO9LY/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both girls have done remarkably well and are really enjoying school. Although there was some sadness with sending my "baby" off to preschool, she LOVES it and it is nice to have a few hours each morning to myself! Britlyn has already made new friends and that is such an answer to prayer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now....if we could just sell our house and get closer to school....until then....it's lots of driving for me! UGH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-2878334714341356060?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/2878334714341356060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=2878334714341356060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/2878334714341356060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/2878334714341356060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-of-firsts.html' title='A Day of Firsts...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SqLWcuHRFEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PIzllkKCnwg/s72-c/Both+Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-6836310076633538039</id><published>2009-08-25T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:41:08.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know how to tell when you are REALLY out of shape??</title><content type='html'>When you get on the exercise bike and before you hit the 1 minute mark, your legs are burning and you are wondering if you can possibly make it!  Sad...very sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I did make it 20 minutes on the bike and did 40 crunches....I probably won't be able to walk tomorrow (sigh).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-6836310076633538039?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/6836310076633538039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=6836310076633538039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/6836310076633538039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/6836310076633538039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-know-how-to-tell-when-you-are.html' title='Do you know how to tell when you are REALLY out of shape??'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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-416678184764471813.post-3939909589339176726</id><published>2009-08-20T11:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:41:32.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A $5 Bed...</title><content type='html'>We have a new term in our house...it's the $5 bed.  As you may know from previous posts, we have a rule in our house...your bed MUST be made EVERY day.  I just think the whole room looks messy if the bed is not made....it's just one of my things (that I got from my mom)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Brit is my, how should I say this, "not so neat" child!  She does everything fast...to get it done...including making her bed.  When I would tell her that it was a mess, she would say "that's the best I can do!"  So I decided to see if that was the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a few weeks ago, I told Brit to go make her bed and if it was done perfectly, I would pay her $5. (Of course, I did not tell her why I was offering $5.)  So....she made her bed...it took her a few minutes longer than normal, but it was perfect...I could not have done a better job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I handed her a $5 bill and told her that now that I know she can do it perfectly, I expect a "$5 bed" every day!  You should have seen the look on her face!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-3939909589339176726?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/3939909589339176726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=3939909589339176726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3939909589339176726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3939909589339176726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-bed.html' title='A $5 Bed...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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-416678184764471813.post-1856169139608327020</id><published>2009-07-07T15:23:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:21:35.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Brit!!</title><content type='html'>This post is way, WAY overdue!! I wanted to post some pics from the last few weeks of Brit's 2nd grade year! She had a great year!  She is growing up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy hair day during Spirit Week.  Brit said she had the craziest hair in her class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355813567476328002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SlOsEDSk5kI/AAAAAAAAAOc/mU-kn0MLILE/s320/Crazy+Hair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is during her Spring Concert.  This is her doing the sign language for one of her favorite songs...The Lord is Great.   I tried to post a video but it was too big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355812659011119826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SlOrPK_l6tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mdWq7uoxug4/s320/CIMG1956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Britlyn with her teacher, Mrs. Cole, on the last day of school.  She was a GREAT teacher.  Her teacher was crying in this picture...she loved her class so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355809134192890850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SlOoCABcE-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/KFYU-JbRtz0/s320/Brit+%26+Mrs+Cole2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Brit with all of the 2nd grade girls...and Avery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355809032210771810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SlOn8EHAb2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ay9vFog8bLw/s320/2nd+Grade+Girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brit with 2 of her good friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355808628422523538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SlOnkj4YupI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IDaTd8Tv6d0/s320/Brit+%26+Friends.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The end of the year was bittersweet for us as Britlyn will be going to a new school next year.  We are leaving a lot of good friends....to make a lot of new friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.  More posts to come soon of our Florida vacation, flooded basement and more!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-1856169139608327020?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/1856169139608327020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=1856169139608327020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/1856169139608327020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/1856169139608327020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-about-brit.html' title='All About Brit!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SlOsEDSk5kI/AAAAAAAAAOc/mU-kn0MLILE/s72-c/Crazy+Hair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-263748380723622804</id><published>2009-06-06T21:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:49:04.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what really bugs me??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SiscGbnJ5CI/AAAAAAAAANs/PZccgZLHySQ/s1600-h/Inflatable.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SiscGbnJ5CI/AAAAAAAAANs/PZccgZLHySQ/s320/Inflatable.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344396279622001698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Britlyn's last day of school and she was having a friend spend the night. So, I decided to take the kids to a local place where they have a big room full of inflatables that they can jump on, climb on, slide down! The kids were excited. I was excited to take them. When we get there I see the sign with the prices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children ages 3 - 11....$5.50&lt;br /&gt;Children 2 and under.....Free&lt;br /&gt;Adults...................$5.50&lt;br /&gt;(2nd Adult free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have GOT to be kidding me!! I have to pay to watch my kids play on inflatables??!! What if I promise not to go near the inflatables unless my 3 year old gets stuck on the rock wall and can't get to the top. I will even turn around and climb back out instead of getting the full enjoyment of going down the inflatable slide! I promise not to enjoy myself one moment so as not to cost you anything while I am there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope...adults have to pay. Ridiculous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-263748380723622804?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/263748380723622804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=263748380723622804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/263748380723622804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/263748380723622804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-what-really-bugs-me.html' title='You know what really bugs me??'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SiscGbnJ5CI/AAAAAAAAANs/PZccgZLHySQ/s72-c/Inflatable.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-7193299829045039620</id><published>2009-04-26T22:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:37:58.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>1. I am VERY blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am trying to concentrate ONLY on what God thinks about any given situation...and less about what others think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If Britlyn as an 8 year old is any indication of what her teenage years hold, we are in BIG trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Avery informed me the other night that she likes "hotdogs, salad and not yucky stuff"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I consider it a true blessing that I have the opportunity to work from home so that I can stay home with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate it when people say "you are so lucky to get to work from home"...they have NO idea how hard it is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I REALLY dislike winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I REALLY love spring...even more since I have lived in Florida and then moved back to experience a LOOOOOOONG Cincinnati winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Having a clean house actually puts me in a good mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Having a dirty house puts me in a bad mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If I could "splurge" on one thing...it would be to have a housekeeper come to my house each week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It is hard to make good friends as a couple....where we BOTH enjoy being around both members of the other couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I wish my sister and brother and their families lived closer. Sometimes I "dream" about going out to lunch and shopping with my sister....sigh...maybe some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I miss "Pa" a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Being a parent is the hardest thing I have ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Being a parent is the most rewarding thing I have ever done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  I would love to go back to Hawaii some day....it is truly beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-7193299829045039620?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/7193299829045039620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=7193299829045039620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/7193299829045039620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/7193299829045039620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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-416678184764471813.post-5577657873498781082</id><published>2009-04-01T16:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:41:24.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This should make you smile...</title><content type='html'>I loved this video...hope you enjoy it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ivjybzdXVmI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/5577657873498781082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-should-make-you-smile.html' title='This should make you smile...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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-416678184764471813.post-5945401757071795869</id><published>2009-03-11T14:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:52:56.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know your ABC's??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-642d8a539ea6a92e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/5945401757071795869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=5945401757071795869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/5945401757071795869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/5945401757071795869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-know-your-abcs.html' title='Do you know your ABC&apos;s??'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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-416678184764471813.post-6257777693583426470</id><published>2009-02-11T14:20:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:33:59.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SZMnqExHE1I/AAAAAAAAANk/lNddlHjg5wA/s1600-h/Sign+from+God.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301624790132921170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SZMnqExHE1I/AAAAAAAAANk/lNddlHjg5wA/s320/Sign+from+God.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, Matt's scho&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SZMmHY-WxZI/AAAAAAAAANc/gbBWhvTlus4/s1600-h/Sign+from+God.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ol made the announcement to staff and coaches that he would be resigning and going to another school in the area. This was a VERY difficult decision for us as he loves his current school. The new job is an opportunity he felt he couldn't pass up and will be good for our family. We have prayed about it...A LOT...and both decided Matt taking this new job was the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the school made the announcement, he/we have been flooded with e-mails, calls and people approaching us to let us know that they are happy for us, but very sad that he is leaving. It has been such a blessing, but through it all, I started to doubt if we were making the right decision. How could we leave a place that we were so loved? I know how much we had prayed about it and how we were both in total agreement that this is what we felt was God's will...but I was starting to have doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw this sign in front of a church...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Don't put a question mark where God has put a period."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was my sign from God. No more doubting. I love a God who knows exactly WHAT we need and WHEN we need it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-6257777693583426470?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/6257777693583426470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=6257777693583426470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/6257777693583426470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/6257777693583426470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/02/sign-from-god.html' title='A Sign from God'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SZMnqExHE1I/AAAAAAAAANk/lNddlHjg5wA/s72-c/Sign+from+God.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-3550463234984518479</id><published>2009-02-05T16:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:24:55.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Threading...OUCH!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I went into a store at the mall to have my eyebrows waxed. I had never been to this store before. When I sat down, the lady pulled out a spool of thread instead of the usual wax. I had heard of Threading before, but had never had it done. She said it wouldn't hurt that bad. She was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a picture of Threading, but I can guarantee you that my face did not look as peaceful as the lady in the picture while it was being done! It is something that has been done for a long time in Eastern countries like Egypt and India. It is supposed to be better for your skin and last longer than regular waxing. It hurts. I am just sayin'....maybe it's better for my skin...but it hurts!!! We'll see if it lasts any longer! I don't like pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299426916342631346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SYtYs-2_C7I/AAAAAAAAANU/MrJFMV4pNdA/s320/Threading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. For those of you with light colored hair who don't have to get your eyebrows waxed...be thankful you will never experience Threading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-3550463234984518479?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/3550463234984518479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=3550463234984518479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3550463234984518479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3550463234984518479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/02/threadingouch.html' title='Threading...OUCH!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SYtYs-2_C7I/AAAAAAAAANU/MrJFMV4pNdA/s72-c/Threading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-2270752563410183189</id><published>2009-02-03T13:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:43:46.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson Learned!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SYiPSlcYTmI/AAAAAAAAANM/lIy51JXZi2o/s1600-h/Perfect+Lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298642511052951138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SYiPSlcYTmI/AAAAAAAAANM/lIy51JXZi2o/s320/Perfect+Lane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 8 year old taught me a valuable lesson. She didn't mean to teach me a lesson. She doesn't know she taught me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt;. But she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Britlyn&lt;/span&gt; was home from school. After 4 snow days off of school, she was off for Teacher In-Service. (Ridiculous...I know!!) She was helping me with some housecleaning and the little 3 year old that I babysit (we'll call her Miss G), wanted to help too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I gave the vacuum cleaner to Brit and asked her to vacuum the rug under the kitchen table. Then I gave the hand vac to Miss G and asked her to go around the edge of the kitchen floor and suck up the crumbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in the laundry room doing laundry but could see them doing their work. Once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Britlyn&lt;/span&gt; was done and they had both turned off their vacuums, Brit took the hand vac from Miss G and started going over what Miss G had just done. She wasn't ugly about it...just matter-of-fact. I asked her what she was doing and she said that Miss G had missed a lot of the crumbs and she was getting them. Miss G looked on...a little saddened that she hadn't done a good enough job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it hit me....I do that ALL OF THE TIME with Brit! She helps me. I go behind her and "fix" it. I don't tell her she did a horrible job. I just want it done the way I want it done. I am a bit of a perfectionist. I like things done perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I realized that without ever saying a word, I am teaching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Britlyn&lt;/span&gt; to do the EXACT same thing...and probably crushing her spirit. And she will pass that down to her kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am making a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to relax. If my kids want to help me...and it's not done the way I want it done...that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;! They need to know that I am proud of them and thankful for how they help me...no matter what!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. This DOES NOT mean that once my kids are in bed or gone to school, I won't go back and fix what was done to my satisfaction. Come on...perfectionism is NOT cured &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;overnight&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-2270752563410183189?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/2270752563410183189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=2270752563410183189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/2270752563410183189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/2270752563410183189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/02/lesson-learned.html' title='A Lesson Learned!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SYiPSlcYTmI/AAAAAAAAANM/lIy51JXZi2o/s72-c/Perfect+Lane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-2002091519822580406</id><published>2009-01-27T14:29:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:51:27.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December Recap!</title><content type='html'>I realized today that I have not posted an entry on this blog since December 15!! Well, let me be real honest here....I have been so busy since the beginning of December, I barely have had time to breathe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....here is a quick recap of our VERY busy December!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Mel and I took Britlyn to see the Nutcracker. It was the first time any of us had been. Although it was REALLY good and something I think every mother should do with her daughter, I will not be seeing a ballet on a regular basis. By the end, I was in serious need of some dialogue!! Great music, beautiful costumes, talented dancers....but can't they talk...just a little bit!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9xAac5fJI/AAAAAAAAANE/WW9rNdtBlfM/s1600-h/Brith+w+Nutcracker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296075938725461138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9xAac5fJI/AAAAAAAAANE/WW9rNdtBlfM/s200/Brith+w+Nutcracker.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9vLIaULvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/itx1oAYU_4s/s1600-h/CIMG1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296073923838095090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9vLIaULvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/itx1oAYU_4s/s200/CIMG1311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to decorate the tree together as a family (and with some friends)....TWICE!!! After we spent several hours on the first one making sure to get it just right (thanks Mel), we went upstairs only to have Brit come running up to tell us the tree had fallen. That's right, toppled over, broken ornaments, water everywhere (it's a real tree). UGH!!!! We found out the trunk was crooked and had to get a new one. It took me several days to work up the initiative to decorate tree #2, but it turned out beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9uwA0drwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dGNE0oJZr30/s1600-h/Decorating+the+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296073457943817986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9uwA0drwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dGNE0oJZr30/s200/Decorating+the+Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brit's choir from church sang at a nursing home ending with the big finale of Hallelujah Chorus. That's right....her children's choir of 10 sang the Hallelujah Chorus. Let's just say this: it was interesting and we were very proud of her! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296073189398922690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9ugYaXxcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PsjOA-xFm6Q/s200/Brit+singing+at+nursing+home.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The girls had fun at a PJ party decorating Gingerbread cookies at their friend Aiden's house. It was fun...and messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9uSX1VasI/AAAAAAAAAMk/A7mYeC3r1hg/s1600-h/Brit+decorating+Ginerbread+Man.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296072948725410498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9uSX1VasI/AAAAAAAAAMk/A7mYeC3r1hg/s200/Brit+decorating+Ginerbread+Man.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9uEtrS0lI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gtXzoCssO0M/s1600-h/Avery+Decorating+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296072714070708818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9uEtrS0lI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gtXzoCssO0M/s200/Avery+Decorating+.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and brother and their families came from LA for Christmas! My sister and her family basically moved in for 3 weeks!! I LOVE having them here! I hate when they leave. :( We need cousins nearby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296070246137501186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9r1D6KlgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZyFksFE2tW0/s200/Kids+Decorating+Cookies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We then enjoyed Christmas with our kids on Christmas Eve morning. It was nice seeing their happy faces as they opened their gifts.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9rJ_phzxI/AAAAAAAAAME/WpO7nXrQwmc/s1600-h/Avery+w+Gift.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069506259603218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9rJ_phzxI/AAAAAAAAAME/WpO7nXrQwmc/s200/Avery+w+Gift.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9rdcI4T_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kYZpscDhqfU/s1600-h/Girls+in+Front+of+tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069840324808690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9rdcI4T_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kYZpscDhqfU/s200/Girls+in+Front+of+tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve we spent the night at my parents so we could all wake up together on Christmas morning. (Matt thinks this tradition is ridiculous since we live in the same city, but he complies for the sake of the family!) We enjoyed a fun day and great food (thanks Mom!) with the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069150527199314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9q1ScUGFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HG3qprQflwM/s200/Brit+w+Eas+Bake.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas night about 10:00 PM, we headed down to Florida to spend a week with Matt's family. (Driving through the night is another topic for anther time!) AAAAHHHH!!! Florida in the dead of winter....there's nothing better!!! We really enjoyed the time there! We spent New Year's Eve at Daytona Beach and visited with Matt's grandparents, went to some movies, shopped! We always hate leaving...especially when we were leaving 80 degrees to go to 20 degrees! :(&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296068612904045234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9qV_o9yrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/D5_ZEiNSqJM/s200/Girls+at+beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296068323690353074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9qFKPDEbI/AAAAAAAAALs/MVxBfyp2ZJA/s200/Fam+at+top+of+lighthouse.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's our December! January hasn't slow down at all, but that's another post to come later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-2002091519822580406?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/2002091519822580406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=2002091519822580406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/2002091519822580406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/2002091519822580406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2009/01/december-recap.html' title='December Recap!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SX9xAac5fJI/AAAAAAAAANE/WW9rNdtBlfM/s72-c/Brith+w+Nutcracker.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-5067376818422739205</id><published>2008-12-15T13:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:57:30.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't take much to make me happy....</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago, I reached into my purse to pull out my keys, and the key to my van had come unattached from my key chain. The little circle that goes onto the key chain broke...making it impossible for me to attach it to the key chain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280091579906370914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SUanURnZrWI/AAAAAAAAALg/pAbADdl4OI0/s320/CIMG1320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was annoying to carry only the single key, not be able to attach it to our key holder in the laundry room, constantly be digging for it in my purse. So, finally, I decided to call the dealer to find out how much it would be to purchase a new one. Of course, they can't just replace the black part of the key, the WHOLE THING has to be replaced. And do you want to know how much they wanted for a new key?.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$185.00!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's right...you read that correctly...$185.00 to buy the key and have it programmed to work with my van. No way!!! I am NOT paying that kind of money for a key. I decided there has to be some sort of solution for this problem. There is no way I am the only person to deal with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enter the &lt;a href="http://www.clickerslickers.com/"&gt;Click Slicker&lt;/a&gt;! I love the internet! After searching for a few minutes online, I found the Clicker Slicker...a little leather pouch that you put your key in and attach to your key ring. Guess how much I paid??? $13.99 plus $3.00 shipping!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280091358270302722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SUanHX9PqgI/AAAAAAAAALY/VhrCi_Ts5Ck/s320/Clicker+Slicker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I need to pay $185.00 to get a new key...my key is now the proud new owner of the Clicker Slicker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good...and I am happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I purchased the black one in hopes that it would blend in a little better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-5067376818422739205?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/5067376818422739205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=5067376818422739205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/5067376818422739205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/5067376818422739205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-doesnt-take-much-to-make-me-happy.html' title='It doesn&apos;t take much to make me happy....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SUanURnZrWI/AAAAAAAAALg/pAbADdl4OI0/s72-c/CIMG1320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-5750412495988671975</id><published>2008-12-02T16:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:21:43.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life...</title><content type='html'>of a Black Friday shopper.  That's right...I'm officially a true Black Friday shopper!  I am NOT normally a morning person but each year my mom, aunt and cousins get up VERY EARLY on Black Friday and shop.  This year I decided to join them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how it went down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanksgiving Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Meal:  Discuss plans for shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Meal - 3:00 - Sit down with shopping ads and discuss who needs what and who will go where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - Cousin Wendi decides the plan is not "firm" so we sit down for yet anothe planning session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 - Go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:45 AM - Get up after a restless night of sleep because Aunt Sheila has warned me that I BETTER be ready at 3:15 AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:14 AM - Aunt Sheila picks me and Mom up!  Music is blaring in her car.   She is chatty.  I am good to go at this point, but prefer not to talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 AM - Get in line at Kohls.  It's freezing!  Discuss with Mom and Aunt Sheila who will get what and who will get in line to reserve a spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 AM - Kohl's open.  It's crazy! People rushing for carts and 1/2 price GPS systems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:20 AM - Done with Kohls.   Head to Macy's.  Stop for a granola bar to give us energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 AM - Macy's open.  Shop.  Try on clothes.  Look at purses.  After 30 minutes in the purse department, Aunt Sheila finds a purse the size of a mini suitcase, but decides to keep looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 AM - Head into mall and shop various stores that are open.  Sears....Aunt Sheila looks for a purse.  Dillards...Aunt Sheila looks for a purse.  No luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 AM - I'm starting to crash.  Need...caffeine...fast.  Get a Diet Coke and mini Cinnabon.  Ready to go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 AM - Meet up with Cousin Wendi.  Let me tell you...she has shopped...she's a pro at this!!!  Back to Macy's for more shopping.  Mom buys outfit.  Mom returns outfit.  Aunt Sheila decides she hasn't found another purse she likes better than the first so decides to go to the purse department and get it.   It is gone.  Aunt Sheila is disappointed...so she consoles herself by buying 2 pairs of shoes...2 pairs of the same shoe in 2 different colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45 AM - Leave mall and head to various other stores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 PM - Go to Olive Garden to meet family for lunch.  Aunt Sheila looks like she just might fall asleep in her Chicken Scampi!  Mom gets slap happy...and laughs uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 PM - Head to Target.  I promised Brit I would take her shopping after lunch.  I'm REALLY ready to be done at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 PM - Done!! AAAHHH!!!  Head home to Cincy.  Car is so crowded with our purchases that we can barely move and have boxes and bags under our feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I think this might be an annual tradition for me.  Lots of good shopping, lots of good deals, lots of fun with family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't have to see 2:45 AM for another year...it's an ungodly hour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-5750412495988671975?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/5750412495988671975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=5750412495988671975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/5750412495988671975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/5750412495988671975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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-416678184764471813.post-8170998303106443103</id><published>2008-11-20T15:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:20:14.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter from Brit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SSXGQkYjrxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WTi8VwSVaLc/s1600-h/00320003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270836926853918482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SSXGQkYjrxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WTi8VwSVaLc/s320/00320003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before I pass on Brit's letter, you should know two things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. There is a rule in our home that the bed MUST be made every day! Except Sunday! When I was growing up, we didn't have to make our beds on Sundays...somehow I still feel like Sunday is the only day it's OK for my bed to be unmade! Brit's punishment if she doesn't make her bed...she has to go to bed one hour early! That is torture to her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Once Britlyn is in bed, she is supposed to stay in bed. It doesn't always work, but if I would let her, she would come down 25 times to tell me her stomach hurts, she needs some water, she doesn't want a Gogurt in her lunch b/c she likes them frozen and by the time lunch comes at school they are not frozen anymore! Whatever she can think of! So...once she is in bed, she is SUPPOSED to stay in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night when Matt and I were headed to bed, we found a note from Brit at the top of the stairs. Here is what it said (written exactly as she wrote it):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Der Mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have growing pains. Can you come upstairs and pull my legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thack you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Britlyn Coleman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. (with an arrow for me to turn the page over)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE MACKING MY BED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I ever told you that Britlyn is a very dramatic child!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-8170998303106443103?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/8170998303106443103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=8170998303106443103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/8170998303106443103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/8170998303106443103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/11/letter-from-brit.html' title='A Letter from Brit...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SSXGQkYjrxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WTi8VwSVaLc/s72-c/00320003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-7226764552379548175</id><published>2008-11-02T16:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:15:04.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SQ4k4X9Q9yI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EQXHZSQDvbE/s1600-h/Family+at+Farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264185565364942626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SQ4k4X9Q9yI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EQXHZSQDvbE/s320/Family+at+Farm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;The past few weeks have been filled with a lot of fall activities. A few weekends ago we met my parents at a local farm for a hayride and picking out pumpkins! It was a beautiful day and we had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264184279313623346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SQ4jthCvKTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jiD77y7oo2I/s320/Matt+and+kids+in+pumpkin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week my mother-in-law from Florida visited! We had a great time. I love having her here...and I would say that even if she didn't read this blog :)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did several baking projects with the girls, made a dress for Brit's American Girl doll to match her High School Musical costume, went on a field trip with Brit's class and just hung out with us. Unfortunatley for her, we had some VERY cold days while she was here!  She didn't come out from under the blanket on the couch for a few cold days!  The last couple of days she was here it warmed up!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264183640843156866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SQ4jIWjg_YI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ivn2g1kUn1g/s200/Fall+Baking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264183292542848754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SQ4i0FCQDvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bHW8HSFuOk8/s200/Fall+Baking2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Then, of course, was Halloween! We had Gabrielle from High School Musical...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264182301202587778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SQ4h6YAUIII/AAAAAAAAAI4/2Tm_K6UvjDU/s320/Brit+%26+Ruthie+on+Halloween.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Blue from Blue's Clues! (my $3 find at a garage sale this summer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264182002588202130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SQ4ho_lGNJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mKFoR1qe45A/s320/Little+Blue.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had fun and got lots of candy...most of which will be slowly thrown out when they are in bed at night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up...the Holiday Season!  I'm tired just thinking about it!&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/416678184764471813-7226764552379548175?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/7226764552379548175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=7226764552379548175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/7226764552379548175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/7226764552379548175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SQ4k4X9Q9yI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EQXHZSQDvbE/s72-c/Family+at+Farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-6128678461729515789</id><published>2008-10-11T22:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:11:17.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl Moment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SPFqb4y_dXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/j9yuD-Stsy8/s1600-h/First+Night+In+Bed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256099267453351282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SPFqb4y_dXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/j9yuD-Stsy8/s320/First+Night+In+Bed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all of the excitement of hurricanes and car accidents, I forgot to post a big moment in Avery's life! She moved to a "big girl bed!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has done great! Here is a little video clip of her talking about it before bed that night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2b4ea9d288436e2e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2b4ea9d288436e2e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331084355%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29C3FAA9B4BDD1E2FE18DDE45C77CC64993DEA27.20BF96711D896C6B67AD85CFA59BC49AB4CFA03E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b4ea9d288436e2e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtoCrwK0czm2MhzYdY-EPmLnLuRA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2b4ea9d288436e2e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331084355%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29C3FAA9B4BDD1E2FE18DDE45C77CC64993DEA27.20BF96711D896C6B67AD85CFA59BC49AB4CFA03E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2b4ea9d288436e2e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtoCrwK0czm2MhzYdY-EPmLnLuRA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I sold her crib and changing table today on Craig's List!  I don't know him personally...but I do love Craig!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-6128678461729515789?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2b4ea9d288436e2e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/6128678461729515789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=6128678461729515789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/6128678461729515789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/6128678461729515789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-girl-moment.html' title='Big Girl Moment!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SPFqb4y_dXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/j9yuD-Stsy8/s72-c/First+Night+In+Bed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-3730875747710542013</id><published>2008-09-27T15:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:14:42.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Floodgates Open...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SN6UKfxghlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RQtUTNogsIY/s1600-h/MPj04276040000%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250797123609331282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SN6UKfxghlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RQtUTNogsIY/s200/MPj04276040000%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, as I was pulling out of the garage, running late to get Britlyn to her horseback riding activity for American Heritage Girls, I heard a "crunch". It wasn't a sound I was supposed to be hearing pulling my van out of the garage. There shouldn't be anything behind me! But there was...Matt's car! When I heard the sound, I thought "what am I hitting?" And then I realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment...all of the stress of the past few weeks...the hurricane that hit and caused a lot of damage to our house...that required a $500 deductible...while we are trying to do the Dave Ramsey Financial Peace University plan and build up our savings....that caused me to miss nearly a week of work because our internet was out from the storm....the talk from my boss about us being so slow because the real estate market is horrible in Florida (which really means my job is in jeopardy)...to my husband being gone A LOT with coaching and other job related stuff....to me dealing with 2 kids who seem to fight non-stop....to my brain that won't stop thinking at night about all of the "stuff" going on and won't allow me to sleep....it ALL CAME TO THE SURFACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not normally one who cries. My Dad and sister call me and my Mom "rocks" because we rarely cry. There's really no need for it. It doesn't accomplish anything. But this morning...oh this morning...I had had enough! When I hit his car (and all I could think of was the damage...and the next deductible for the cars...and having to arrange getting the cars fixed with my husband's crazy schedule...and the rate increase that was sure to come from the claim...OK...so that was a bit dramatic....but in a matter of seconds....that is what ran through my mind), the floodgates were opened!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids weren't exactly sure what to do. Brit ran in the house and told Matt that Mommy needed him. When he came out to find his normally composed wife in a heap over the steering wheel...crying, he calmly said, "It's ok. It's not that bad and it can all be fixed. It's not a problem." I love that man. He knows the perfect time to be calm and sweet and the person I need him to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove away (a little more late than I was when we started), Avery said, "Mommy, you're too big to cry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow is another day! Thank God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The cars were not nearly as bad as the sound when we hit. They will need to be fixed but the van just has some scratches...no dents. Matt's car...which is old...will need a new headlight and has a dent that can probably be pounded out.&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/416678184764471813-3730875747710542013?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/3730875747710542013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=3730875747710542013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3730875747710542013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3730875747710542013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-floodgates-open.html' title='Let the Floodgates Open...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SN6UKfxghlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RQtUTNogsIY/s72-c/MPj04276040000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-3438290134912316742</id><published>2008-09-21T14:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:11:55.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew...What a Week!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SNacUwFgatI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/By1PLjsJlQo/s1600-h/MPj04141150000%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248554296066206418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SNacUwFgatI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/By1PLjsJlQo/s200/MPj04141150000%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we had a hurricane in Ohio this past week! Yes, that's right...a hurricane!! We left Florida after 10 years of dealing with hurricanes and had more damage to our house from a hurricane in Ohio than we ever had in Florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday afternoon when we got out of church, it was EXTREMELY windy, but we didn't think much about it. Matt took Avery home and I took Britlyn to the grocery store. As I was getting ready to check out at the store, the power went out and they told us to leave our carts where they were and head out of the store. As I got into my van (and could barely get the door closed because the wind was blowing against it), I got a call from Matt that I needed to get home. He said the side of our house was coming off. I figured a few pieces of siding had come off, but when I pulled in the driveway, there were about 8 neighbors helping Matt as the siding was piece-by-piece coming off of our house and blowing...everywhere!! It was a strange sight...not realizing yet that we were experienceing the remnanats of Hurricane Ike mixed with a cold front coming down from Canada. It was something that rarely happens...but it was happening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of the damage to our house:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248552337452018402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SNaaivrfquI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zrYIB9LoPsc/s200/Side+of+House2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248552197529591730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SNaaambY37I/AAAAAAAAAHw/W56nNutIyt8/s200/Side+of+House.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248552073594952562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SNaaTYvEW3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/DxZur9OTVi8/s200/Fence+down.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By Sunday evening when it was all over, nearly a million peope in our area were without power. We only lost it for about 24 hours. My parents were without it for 4 days...and still some people don't have it back after a week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were without internet for 6 days...and let me tell you...I need my internet!! Besides the fact, that I work from home...and 99% of my work is on the internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad it's all over! Now....we wait for the insurance company and contractors to get our house fixed...it could be long road!!!&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/416678184764471813-3438290134912316742?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/3438290134912316742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=3438290134912316742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3438290134912316742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3438290134912316742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/09/whewwhat-week.html' title='Whew...What a Week!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SNacUwFgatI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/By1PLjsJlQo/s72-c/MPj04141150000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-7830063213974438703</id><published>2008-09-11T14:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:12:23.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with a 2 Year Old...</title><content type='html'>My conversation with Avery after dropping Britlyn off at school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: I don't want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, we need to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: No, Mommy, I don't won't to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sorry, honey, but we have to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: I. DON'T. WANT. TO. GO HOME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit arguing with her. After a couple of minutes of silence in the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: I want Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Daddy's at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Daddy not at work. I want Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Avery, I am sorry but Daddy is at work. He will be home later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: No, Daddy's not at work! I want my Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Avery, Daddy is at work. I am sorry, but you can see him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery (whining): BUT. I. WANT. DADDY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am in for a long road with her (sigh)! It's a good thing she's cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244841125086709090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SMlrNwQnRWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/x_YklJmZSYQ/s320/Avery.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conversation with Avery as we are leaving Ladies Bible Study at church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: My teacher is mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why is she mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: She said "No".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why did she say no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: She won't let me take my crackers home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: In my [diaper] bag. I put my crackers in my bag and she said "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That doesn't make her mean. She just doesn't want you to put crackers in your diaper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: She is mean. I'm not going to church anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Laughing!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: Don't laugh...it's not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for Avery as she has decided church is not in her future!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-7830063213974438703?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/7830063213974438703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=7830063213974438703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/7830063213974438703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/7830063213974438703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/09/conversations-with-2-year-old.html' title='Conversations with a 2 Year Old...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SMlrNwQnRWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/x_YklJmZSYQ/s72-c/Avery.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-4560732811742845389</id><published>2008-09-09T15:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:14:57.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen of Tacky Lives Here!</title><content type='html'>I am not a big fan of those flags that hang on your house. OK...that is putting it mildly...I really HATE them!! You know the ones that have the seasons, holidays, whatever on them. I think they are flat-out tacky!! Sorry if you have one...I don't mean to offend you...I just don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Memorial Day, Matt came home from Home Depot with one. It was an American flag. He really came down on me when I objected to him putting it up telling me how "unpatriotic" I was...that men gave their lives for the freedom to display our flag! Ok, Ok...how could I say no to that. Finally, I agreed...but ONLY the American flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's what I woke up to on Saturday morning.....&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;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244099766897056018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SMbI9BybmRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FKuAmACz1SI/s320/Gator+Flag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am fairly certain that a flag with an Easter Bunny gnawing on a carrot is in the near future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-4560732811742845389?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/4560732811742845389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=4560732811742845389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/4560732811742845389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/4560732811742845389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/09/queen-of-tacky-lives-here.html' title='Queen of Tacky Lives Here!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SMbI9BybmRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FKuAmACz1SI/s72-c/Gator+Flag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-6668105037506576370</id><published>2008-09-05T00:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:26:47.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Palin Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't normally follow politics. Oh, I vote when it's time. I usually just vote straight Republican...even if I don't know much about them. I know, I know...I should read up, study, comtemplate, meditate and pray over who I am voting for. I don't. I just vote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh....but this year........I am into the election!!!! I have watched more hours of the Replublican National Convention in the past 3 days than I have in my entire life combined!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just say...Sara Palin is my new hero. I loved her speech. I love her views. I love her hair! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want this t-shirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242387834733168546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SMCz9dgZh6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/PPQgYrPoVVU/s320/PalinPower%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-6668105037506576370?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/6668105037506576370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=6668105037506576370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/6668105037506576370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/6668105037506576370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/09/palin-rocks.html' title='Palin Rocks!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SMCz9dgZh6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/PPQgYrPoVVU/s72-c/PalinPower%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-9163445787446013808</id><published>2008-08-20T19:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:37:51.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of 2nd Grade....Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SKyqCmZrNJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FD5yDl2NHZ8/s1600-h/Brit+%26+Avery.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236747428369740946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SKyqCmZrNJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FD5yDl2NHZ8/s320/Brit+%26+Avery.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, summer is over (sniff, sniff). I used to hear moms say they couldn't wait for summer and I always thought that was strange...it's not like we moms are the ones going to school. But...now I understand. No early mornings, no homework, no struggle to get to bed "on time". We had a GREAT summer with lots of trips to Kings Island, a vacation to Chicago, great time with my sister, brother and their families in from LA, several Reds games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Brit's first day of 2nd grade. It is hard to believe she is in 2nd grade. Avery asked about her ALL DAY LONG! I think I see preschool in Avery's future!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of Britlyn with her new teacher, Mrs. Cole. She really likes her (whew)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SKyqbMRG8wI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9GmG5KA_4yk/s1600-h/Brit+%26+Mrs.+Cole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236747850851218178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SKyqbMRG8wI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9GmG5KA_4yk/s320/Brit+%26+Mrs.+Cole.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-9163445787446013808?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/9163445787446013808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=9163445787446013808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/9163445787446013808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/9163445787446013808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-2nd-gradedone.html' title='First Day of 2nd Grade....Done!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SKyqCmZrNJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FD5yDl2NHZ8/s72-c/Brit+%26+Avery.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-2841506384565123812</id><published>2008-08-08T15:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:27:28.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling...Not Really My Thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SJycjuqpB2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/yAjpLH66HyA/s1600-h/Kids+Bowling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232229004733908834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SJycjuqpB2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/yAjpLH66HyA/s320/Kids+Bowling.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and her family are in town from LA! I love having them here...we only get to see them twice a year (sigh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday, we went bowling. As I left the bowling alley with a sore wrist, sore thumb, score of 55 and a sore ego, I decided that bowling will probably never be the way I make my living!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had a great time though! I should have bowled on their lane...they had bumpers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of my sister with Avery. Avery absolutely adores her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232228717143649922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SJycS_Tx7oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ej5w9Tz3OQQ/s200/Carie+%26+Avery.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SJydL5zWbDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LT2dnb_hJ2Q/s1600-h/Kids+at+KI.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232229694917995570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SJydL5zWbDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LT2dnb_hJ2Q/s320/Kids+at+KI.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Kings Island on Wednesday. It was ridiculously hot, but we had a great time!  That evening my parents watched all of the kids while we "adults" went back to ride the bigger rides.  We rode the Beast and the Vortex, waited in line for 2 other rides only to find out they were "temporarily shut down".  We decided we were all tired, so we got some Graeters Ice Cream (yum, yum) and headed home!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we are headed to the Reds game and fireworks!!!  Good times!&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/416678184764471813-2841506384565123812?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/2841506384565123812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=2841506384565123812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/2841506384565123812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/2841506384565123812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/08/bowlingnot-really-my-thing.html' title='Bowling...Not Really My Thing!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SJycjuqpB2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/yAjpLH66HyA/s72-c/Kids+Bowling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-7732118311967170330</id><published>2008-08-01T15:50:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:48:48.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breathe, Amy....Breathe!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a somewhat (ok...VERY) high maintenance 7 year old who likes a lot of one-on-one attention and doesn't play well on her own! (P.S. I love her to death!) Anyways, a few nights ago, some friends and I got together for a girls night out. One of my friends decided to give me some activities to do that will keep the girls occupied for hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She begins by telling me to take a cookie sheet and put some shaving cream on it and let them spread it around with their hands, blah, blah, blah! I quickly stopped her and told her my sister had given me the same "brilliant" idea a month or two ago and there was NO WAY I was going to deal with that mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being told I was OCD and neurotic about cleanliness, I started thinking that maybe I was being ridiculous and needed to let them try this. So, I worked up my nerve yesterday and here you go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229640013767304274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SJNp4nvE5FI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eMNvG5sHeuY/s320/Girls+in+Shaving+Cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got brave (or stupid) and decided to let them add food coloring for some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SJNquLPMTtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nNeKkYgA45M/s1600-h/Brit+with+Green+Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229640933830315730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SJNquLPMTtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nNeKkYgA45M/s200/Brit+with+Green+Hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SJNrKqR9xUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sPayQspjkdc/s1600-h/Aver+with+Green+Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SJNrKqR9xUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sPayQspjkdc/s1600-h/Aver+with+Green+Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not sure that the food coloring was the best idea...Avery's hands and arms still look a little like the Incredible Hulk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls LOVED it! I did OK. There were several times that I had to look away from the mess and tell myself to breathe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Matt came home from work to see the girls at the table having fun and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SJNrKqR9xUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sPayQspjkdc/s1600-h/Aver+with+Green+Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229641423199782210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SJNrKqR9xUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sPayQspjkdc/s200/Aver+with+Green+Hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me working in the kitchen and called me "Martha Stewart", I knew it was a success!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SJNrKqR9xUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sPayQspjkdc/s1600-h/Aver+with+Green+Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-7732118311967170330?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/7732118311967170330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=7732118311967170330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/7732118311967170330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/7732118311967170330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-breathe-amybreathe.html' title='Just Breathe, Amy....Breathe!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SJNp4nvE5FI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eMNvG5sHeuY/s72-c/Girls+in+Shaving+Cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-1920007952034318757</id><published>2008-07-14T23:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:47:40.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Britlyn's Big Day!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a big day for our family! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Britlyn&lt;/span&gt; got baptized at church. Our church does it a little differently in that they allow you to pick someone who has been instrumental in your spiritual life to baptize you (as long as they are saved and baptized as well). So, Matt got to baptize her! We are so proud of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Britlyn&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a video clip I took. Unfortunately, I turned the camera around at the beginning and for some reason I can't get it to show correctly...so you will have to tilt your head to the left to watch it!! 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We got back Thursday night from a week in Chicago with some of Matt's family! We had a great time! We didn't stop the whole time. Here is a quick rundown of some of the things we did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to Chi&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwWuEAuXQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ecl5-RQ0yWg/s1600-h/Girls+in+front+of+cow+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223074648449506562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwWuEAuXQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ecl5-RQ0yWg/s320/Girls+in+front+of+cow+sign.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cago, we stopped at Fair Oaks Farm. It is a HUGE dairy farm with 30,000 cows! The kids had fun rock climbing, "milking" cows, riding trains! We even saw a baby cow being born!!! Yep.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwW6-itIsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pyteGw5N48o/s1600-h/Birth+of+Cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223074870319719106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwW6-itIsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pyteGw5N48o/s200/Birth+of+Cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..watched the delivery. I think Matt was more nervous during this one than our own children!! Let's just say it was VERY graphic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent some time with Matt's family who still lives in Chicago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed riding on public transportation (a first for me) including trains, buses, trolleys, and the El.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwXLCpdaiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Djuces9zvpg/s1600-h/Taste.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223075146299697698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwXLCpdaiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Djuces9zvpg/s200/Taste.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the Taste of Chicago!&lt;/div&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;Visited the Shedd Aquarium (boring...wouldn't recommend it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwXZ7vU3nI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1FL_dH6DQ_Q/s1600-h/Brit+at+Childrens+Museum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223075402143293042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwXZ7vU3nI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1FL_dH6DQ_Q/s200/Brit+at+Childrens+Museum.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwXZ7vU3nI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1FL_dH6DQ_Q/s1600-h/Brit+at+Childrens+Museum.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwXZ7vU3nI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1FL_dH6DQ_Q/s1600-h/Brit+at+Childrens+Museum.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the Children's Museum!&lt;/div&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;Took B&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwXmwrm_7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1NMLQgKWxx4/s1600-h/Brit+%26+Doll+at+lunch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223075622513213362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwXmwrm_7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1NMLQgKWxx4/s200/Brit+%26+Doll+at+lunch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ritlyn to American Girl Place to buy her first doll and ate at the cafe!! This was sooooo much fun! Matt's mom and I took Britlyn alone and we loved it. Way too expensive for a doll and lunch, but worth it for the memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the Lincoln Park Zoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to a Chicago Cubs game!!! Wow!! What an experience! I have never seen more dedicated fans...ever. They even played the Cincy Reds. I cheered for my Reds...but probably not as loudly as I would have at our place...I was WAY out numbered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the Museum of Science and Industry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sorry no pics of the last few events. I forgot our camera charger and we had to buy disposable cameras. I haven't developed those yet)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always great to be home but we had a wonderful time with our kids and Matt's family! I'm ready to go back!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223076234268915714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwYKXpiOAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AFIBOffUte8/s200/whole+group.JPG" border="0" /&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/416678184764471813-8621596189470741447?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/8621596189470741447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=8621596189470741447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/8621596189470741447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/8621596189470741447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-need-vacation.html' title='I need a vacation...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SHwXFFjD7hI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jmqjA4owLdM/s72-c/Our+family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-6203904156296262686</id><published>2008-06-25T21:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:48:49.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Green Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SGL3-i6eeMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9hT8Tl7XfNQ/s1600-h/Recycle.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216003972344477890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SGL3-i6eeMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9hT8Tl7XfNQ/s320/Recycle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green living is all the rage these days. Turn on the TV, the radio, open any magazine, walk into any store....that's ALL you hear about. To be brutally honest...I'm just not into it. "Learning to live in harmony with our natural environment"....don't really care. On the other hand, Britlyn has decided it is her job to be the "responsible" one in our family. A couple of months ago in school they talked about recycling. She came home and asked why we don't. I know...recycling...it's the most basic part of helping the environment. I know I should at least do that...we just don't. We did in Florida...we don't here. I told her I need to call the garbage company and get set up with the recycle bins and start doing it. She reminds me almost daily. When I throw away a water bottle...I get a disapproving look from her...and a reminder to call Rumpke. When we are in restaurants, she asks me if they recycle!!! I don't know...I don't care!!! Where did I get this "green" child...and what am I supposed to do with her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Please, please don't comment or write to me to express your concern about my lack of concern for the environment. I know there are some basics that I should start...and I will...eventually. But don't expect me to ride my bike to the mall or buy cleaning products that don't have a good harsh bleach smell! It's not gonna happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-6203904156296262686?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/6203904156296262686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=6203904156296262686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/6203904156296262686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/6203904156296262686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-little-green-machine.html' title='My Little Green Machine'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SGL3-i6eeMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9hT8Tl7XfNQ/s72-c/Recycle.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-9179416495049183734</id><published>2008-06-20T16:43:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:48:50.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Summer!</title><content type='html'>To my 2 faithful blog readers....sorry I haven't been blogging much. It is summer...and we have been busy! Until you have lived in a climate where 65 is considered cold and then moved back to a place where winter is 10 months out of the year (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...I am exaggerating...a little), you don't REALLY learn to appreciate summer. Well, let me say...&lt;strong&gt;I appreciate summer&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brit's last day of school was May 29 and we have been busy ever since. Here is what we have been up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SFwaEmVq2eI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yT16aUAd6aQ/s1600-h/Brits+Ears+Pierced.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214071134901426658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SFwaEmVq2eI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yT16aUAd6aQ/s200/Brits+Ears+Pierced.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brit got her ear's pierced. Several months ago she asked if she could. We told her if she finished the school year out strong...without any paper's returned to her from her teacher saying "Try Again" (that is a whole other post), she could get them done after the school year. So, she did it! She did a great job while they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pierced&lt;/span&gt; her ears...no tears! The tears came a few days after when she woke up in the morning and one earring had fallen out during the night. The hole had already closed up. We took her back to the store and they had to poke it through again...without the gun. Not fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been going to Kings Island a lot. We have passes and the kids LOVE going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been swimming in our newly installed pool in our backyard....&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214071469958614834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SFwaYGhhzzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4yegmnwJCkg/s200/Brit+in+Pool2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...so it's not much, but Avery loves it! And our neighbors have a pool that Brit gets to swim in all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been to a few Cincinnati Red's games. Including one that had fireworks afterward. Of course, it had to go into extra innings (ugh) but we stayed and really enjoyed the&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SFwbR9f6qYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n82fWTunD6E/s1600-h/Fam+at+Reds+Game.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214072463968348546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SFwbR9f6qYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n82fWTunD6E/s200/Fam+at+Reds+Game.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fireworks! Definitely worth the wait!&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;We leave in 2 weeks for a week of vacation in Chicago with some of Matt's family! We can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-9179416495049183734?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/9179416495049183734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=9179416495049183734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/9179416495049183734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/9179416495049183734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-summer.html' title='I love Summer!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SFwaEmVq2eI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yT16aUAd6aQ/s72-c/Brits+Ears+Pierced.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-8568111802549709982</id><published>2008-05-28T14:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:48:50.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Little Things...</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was my birthday. It was a nice day...nothing terribly exciting. Matt had a baseball game for the school he needed to attend that was an hour and a half away. He asked me and the girls to go. So we did (yeehaw!). By the time we got there, it was chilly and raining. Now, I love sports as much as the next girl (wink, wink...it is a MUST that I love sports since my husband is an Athletic Director), but sitting in the chilly rain watching a high school baseball game...not really my cup of tea. So we dropped off Matt and the girls and I went to the only nearby store...Super Walmart (ugh...does it get any better than that!). Once we got there, I took Avery out of her car seat, put the diaper bag in her car seat and bent down to tie her shoe. Britlyn, in an effort to help me, closed the door for me! The only problem...I had already locked the doors and my keys were in the diaper bag...sitting in the car seat...inside of the car...the car that I already locked! I watched as she closed the door. It was like it was in slow motion. The door closing as I am realizing that my keys will be locked in there. Not only were my keys locked in the car but my wallet, cell phone...everything! Now, we do have emergency roadside service through our auto insurance...which is great if your wallet with the card that has all of the phone numbers, account number, etc. is not locked in your car! So, I go to the pay phone...remember those? I dial 1-800-555-1212 (since that is free) to get an 800 number for Allstate so hopefully someone can direct me to the right location. They want to know what location I want!!! I don't care...just give me a 800 number to Allstate! They give me a 800 number. Guess what? The number is out of service! Great!! So I walk into Walmart and explain at the service desk that I locked my keys in the car (I didn't tell them Britlyn did it as she is easily embarrassed these days). They tell me, call the police...they will do it for free. They even dialed the number for me (I should quit bad mouthing Walmart...they are good people!). By the time I got back out to the parking lot, the police were pulling up and had it unlocked in seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we then wasted an hour and half in Walmart. I gave each of the girls $4.00 to spend...that took FOREVER (that is a post for another day!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got back, the game was almost over and the rain had let up. On the way home, we stopped at Outback for a birthday dinner. Yum, Yum! I ate WAY too much and went to bed 3 1/2 hours later feeling like I had just eaten Thanksgiving meal! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I just spent way too long describing my birthday, that is not what I remember most about the day. What I remember most are the little things. Matt got Britlyn up for me and let me sleep in a little. She got dressed by herself and came in to wake me up with my birthday card while Matt made us cinnamon rolls. There was no begging her to get up...no fighting over what to wear. Just a sweet, sweet girl! When she handed me the card, there was a lin&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SD2vuI8P3kI/AAAAAAAAADw/hmzxrsZykTY/s1600-h/Matt+%26+Brit+Color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205509951519186498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SD2vuI8P3kI/AAAAAAAAADw/hmzxrsZykTY/s320/Matt+%26+Brit+Color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e in it about about thanking mommy "for teaching me to do things on my own, and believing in me when I try". She wanted me to remember the day before at the park when she was trying to do the monkey bars like all of her friends were doing and couldn't do it. I gave her a little "pep talk"and told her she could do it...I knew she could...sang "Go Britlyn, Go Britlyn" as she tried, and cheered for her when she finally made it across. Then we bragged to Daddy when we got home. That is what she wanted me to know meant the most to her in the birthday card! It made me feel like I was doing ok...even though some nights I go to bed and think I must be the worst, most impatient mom there is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the "little things" that meant the most to me on my birthday! Matt is really good at doing those little things for me and I think he is passing that on to Britlyn. I am so thankful for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, though, I think I will skip Super Walmart for my birthday and go to the spa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-8568111802549709982?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/8568111802549709982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=8568111802549709982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/8568111802549709982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/8568111802549709982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-little-things.html' title='It&apos;s the Little Things...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SD2vuI8P3kI/AAAAAAAAADw/hmzxrsZykTY/s72-c/Matt+%26+Brit+Color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-8230331388496006029</id><published>2008-05-20T14:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:48:50.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Going on 13...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SDMZFFepdgI/AAAAAAAAADo/OJHFX5LkvlQ/s1600-h/Hanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202529569703818754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SDMZFFepdgI/AAAAAAAAADo/OJHFX5LkvlQ/s320/Hanna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started a few weeks back when I found myself downloading onto my ipod a M&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SDMYXVepdfI/AAAAAAAAADg/6JhwskkzQlg/s1600-h/Hanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iley Cyrus song. That's right...tween sensation Miley Cyrus...Hannah Montana...the same show I wouldn't let Britlyn watch! I can't help it...it was a good song! What can I say!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that got me to thinking...why do I not allow Britlyn to watch that show. Is it just because it's a Disney show, because it is VERY popular, because I know other people who don't allow their kids to watch it? I really wasn't sure why I told her "no" when I haven't even watched the show. So, I told her I would watch it with her and see what it was like and then make my decision. Well, I watched it. Other than being VERY cheesy, the show was absolutely fine. No boyfriend/girlfriend stuff (which I think Brit is too young to get into), no bad language, nothing. Needless to say, Britlyn was extremely excited that I was going to let her watch it. I told her I wanted to watch it with her the first several times until I was confident that I was ok with it and there would be no Hannah Montana t-shirts or posters going up in her room! So, we have watched it several times over the past week. I actually think it is a cute show. It is like the "Full House" of my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I was watching it with Britlyn and I looked over at Matt to find him staring at me with a smirk on his face. When I asked "what?" he pointed out that I was REALLY into the show...laughing along. I was a little embarrassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm telling you...that Billy Ray Cyrus is a great actor...and funny too!&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/416678184764471813-8230331388496006029?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/8230331388496006029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=8230331388496006029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/8230331388496006029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/8230331388496006029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/05/32-going-on-13.html' title='32 Going on 13...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SDMZFFepdgI/AAAAAAAAADo/OJHFX5LkvlQ/s72-c/Hanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-5681835289265538433</id><published>2008-05-16T15:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:48:51.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NKOTB Rock!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SC3c0lepdeI/AAAAAAAAADY/9I88iCbS1aU/s1600-h/about_group%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201055940654757346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SC3c0lepdeI/AAAAAAAAADY/9I88iCbS1aU/s320/about_group%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are anywhere between the ages of say 26 - 36 or so, you remember just how COOL New Kids On The Block were back in the day! I had to "sneak" and listen to them because I wasn't allowed to listen to that kind of music (sorry Mom or Dad if you are reading this...I made it through ok!). I loved Jordan!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this morning, I turned on the Today show and guess who was making their debut comeback performance? You got it...Joey, Jordan, Jonathan, Donnie &amp;amp; Danny!! And yes, they were singing "Right Stuff", "Step by Step", "Hangin' Tough" and all of the other greats!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to see that good quality music is coming back! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. My honest opinion is that they really didn't sound great this morning. Their voices didn't blend well. Could have been that they were singing outside in the rain or could be that their voices are different now that they are older. Anyways, I will pretend it was great as any loyal fan should do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-5681835289265538433?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/5681835289265538433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=5681835289265538433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/5681835289265538433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/5681835289265538433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/05/nkotb-rock.html' title='NKOTB Rock!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SC3c0lepdeI/AAAAAAAAADY/9I88iCbS1aU/s72-c/about_group%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-6664894305386438848</id><published>2008-05-12T23:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:48:51.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE that Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SCkFElepdcI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZKQlQxlVKiU/s1600-h/CIMG0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199692821114222018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="171" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SCkFElepdcI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZKQlQxlVKiU/s320/CIMG0023.JPG" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In honor of Mother's Day, Britlyn had to do a project at school with words that describe me. She brought it home on Friday and read it to me. Here are some of the words she used to describe me...hugging, cooking, smiling, skinny, pretty, working. DID YOU READ THAT 4TH ADJECTIVE??? She thinks I'm skinny!!! I love that about a 7 year old...I hope she never grows up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-6664894305386438848?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/6664894305386438848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=6664894305386438848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/6664894305386438848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/6664894305386438848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-that-girl.html' title='I LOVE that Girl!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SCkFElepdcI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZKQlQxlVKiU/s72-c/CIMG0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-1166793805220521093</id><published>2008-05-05T16:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:48:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I WILL Pick My Battles!!!</title><content type='html'>The other night when I was putting Avery to bed, she insisted on wearing these... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197038770086478146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SB-XOe7wAUI/AAAAAAAAACo/N4P7u3bpT9g/s320/Bunny+Ears.JPG" border="0" /&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;I have learned that I will pick my battles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding my hand while walking in the parking lot...a battle &lt;strong&gt;I will win&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking an afternoon nap...a battle &lt;strong&gt;I will win&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wearing bunny ears to bed...&lt;strong&gt;go for it&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of months ago, Britlyn came home from school and informed us that there was a speech contest in her class. They had to memorize a poem or Bible passage and recite it in class. Four people from her class would be chosen to go on to an area Speech Meet to recite along with 4 other schools. Britlyn really wanted to win from her class and worked really hard and made it to the Speech Meet in April. She was awarded the Superior ribbon...the hightest you could get! We were SOOOOO proud of her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197043026399068514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SB-bGO7wAWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JoOseCNXZR8/s320/CIMG0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I mentioned to Matt afterwards that maybe sports wasn't going to be her thing...maybe she would be more into the Arts, the look he gave me was all I needed to know that she WOULD be participating in sports as well. Synchronized swimming...here we come!&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/416678184764471813-1166793805220521093?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/1166793805220521093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=1166793805220521093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/1166793805220521093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/1166793805220521093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-will-pick-my-battles.html' title='I WILL Pick My Battles!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SB-XOe7wAUI/AAAAAAAAACo/N4P7u3bpT9g/s72-c/Bunny+Ears.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-3286603357849903591</id><published>2008-04-24T14:10:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:48:52.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.  My Name is Amy and I'm Addicted to....</title><content type='html'>They say admitting your problem is the first step to recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day Britlyn informed my husband that "Mommy is &lt;em&gt;addicted&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.org/"&gt;Craigs List&lt;/a&gt;". I quickly and adamantly denied that accusation! I mean...let's talk about some of the great finds I have gotten off of Craigs List.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SBDPiO7wARI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Uku1Q9rbADI/s1600-h/CIMG0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192878557389390098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="147" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SBDPiO7wARI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Uku1Q9rbADI/s200/CIMG0230.JPG" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This great IKEA bookshelf for the basement. Less than a year old and in perfect condition...and at a great price!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SBDQW-7wASI/AAAAAAAAACY/flsEOgpVvJg/s1600-h/CIMG0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192879463627489570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="102" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SBDQW-7wASI/AAAAAAAAACY/flsEOgpVvJg/s200/CIMG0233.JPG" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;These white shutters for &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; (yes, I said free) when we were redoing the girls playhouse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SBDQpO7wATI/AAAAAAAAACg/GIQSfgpt-K4/s1600-h/CIMG0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192879777160102194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="151" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SBDQpO7wATI/AAAAAAAAACg/GIQSfgpt-K4/s200/CIMG0234.JPG" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cute little rocking chair that Avery loves to sit in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what about the income I have produced from the recent sales on Craigs List. I have sold a couple of things in the past week totalling $170.00.  Doesn't that count for something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...so maybe I'm a little addicted...but I am not ready for recovery yet! It's too much fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-3286603357849903591?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/3286603357849903591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=3286603357849903591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3286603357849903591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3286603357849903591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-my-name-is-amy-and-im-addicted-to.html' title='Hi.  My Name is Amy and I&apos;m Addicted to....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SBDPiO7wARI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Uku1Q9rbADI/s72-c/CIMG0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-896215409246682738</id><published>2008-04-22T14:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:48:52.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Granny!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SA4yMO7wAPI/AAAAAAAAACA/k0csZvPhVXM/s1600-h/IMAGE_070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192142606153285874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="181" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SA4yMO7wAPI/AAAAAAAAACA/k0csZvPhVXM/s320/IMAGE_070.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday my Granny turned 85!!!! You would never know she was 85. She is very active, loves to work in her flowers, works out on her bike in the basement. I love Granny....a lot! Last August our family lost Pa...Granny's husband. Sometimes, it is really hard to believe he is gone. It was very unexpected. One day he went in for a simple procedure....3 weeks later he was gone. This weekend I am taking my girls up to Akron to see Granny. You see, when Pa died, it had been a few months since I had seen him and when we got the "call" to come to the hospital, I left immediately f&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SA4yXu7wAQI/AAAAAAAAACI/7DhDyHyGPQo/s1600-h/Mom%27s+84th+b%27day+weekend+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192142803721781506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SA4yXu7wAQI/AAAAAAAAACI/7DhDyHyGPQo/s200/Mom%27s+84th+b%27day+weekend+(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or the 4 hour drive. By the time I got to the hospital, he was sedated and I never got to talk to him again. I will never forget the feeling of just wanting to talk to him one more time. I promised that would not happen again. I do my very best to see Granny once a month....if at all possible. I learned in August, there is no promise of tomorrow. We have to make it a point to spend time with those we love! Not trying to depress anyone...just reminding you of something I wish I had been reminded of before August! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/416678184764471813-896215409246682738?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/896215409246682738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=896215409246682738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/896215409246682738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/896215409246682738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-granny.html' title='Happy Birthday Granny!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SA4yMO7wAPI/AAAAAAAAACA/k0csZvPhVXM/s72-c/IMAGE_070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-416678184764471813.post-3994457985011086945</id><published>2008-04-17T22:23:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:48:52.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blogging World!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SAgNJrToDxI/AAAAAAAAABs/xqIsnjakfXA/s1600-h/Close+Up+of+Girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190413030439522066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="236" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SAgNJrToDxI/AAAAAAAAABs/xqIsnjakfXA/s320/Close+Up+of+Girls.JPG" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I have put this off for a year now! A lot of people know I love to read blogs! I call it my "smoking break" when I need a break from my work! I give my friends a hard time when they go too long between posts because I need something to read! I may regret that! :) I don't know how often I will post. I think I probably am doing this more as my diary so I can remember "moments" in my girls' lives! We'll see how it goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's my first "moment":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SAgNVrToDyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4SDko33oDL0/s1600-h/Avery+B%26W.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190413236597952290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajE3dornvEU/SAgNVrToDyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4SDko33oDL0/s200/Avery+B%26W.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The other day my 2 year old daughter, Avery, was holding a cute little baby doll dressed head-to-toe in pink. I asked her if her baby had a name...she looked at me and very matter-of-factly stated that the baby's name was....Jesus! How could I argue with that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/416678184764471813-3994457985011086945?l=livingwithbravery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/feeds/3994457985011086945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=416678184764471813&amp;postID=3994457985011086945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3994457985011086945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/416678184764471813/posts/default/3994457985011086945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingwithbravery.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-blogging-world.html' title='Hello Blogging World!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145202476255486166</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/_ajE3dornvEU/SAgNJrToDxI/AAAAAAAAABs/xqIsnjakfXA/s72-c/Close+Up+of+Girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
