<?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-8385854658182612592</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:03:46.757-06:00</updated><category term='Christmas 2008'/><category term='Vote'/><category term='FALL'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'>Holly's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Trying to live a simple life. Raise two wonderful girls,be a good wife and most of all live for Jesus.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-3906938163101405581</id><published>2009-12-01T17:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:38:48.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>video games</title><content type='html'>I have not played a video game in years. I know now.... I have not missed anything!&lt;br /&gt;Last night while fixing supper I overheard Alayna raising her voice at the computer. I had to go see who and what she was talking to. It was an I Carly game. When you miss or get a low score it says.... What were you thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to encouragement???????????????????? Like, Try Again??????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She totally got her feelings her and in a broke up voice says..... it said, What were you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;It got to the point that I had to make her cut the game off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if this world don't have enough discouragement but for a video game to cut you down is just plain ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are much worse games out there but my little girl is just sensitive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-3906938163101405581?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/3906938163101405581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=3906938163101405581&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3906938163101405581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3906938163101405581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/12/video-games.html' title='video games'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-8844970337210920153</id><published>2009-11-23T21:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:10:01.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Randall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SwthztAIwJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Mh0xmT41hig/s1600/the+blacks+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407523318469804178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SwthztAIwJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Mh0xmT41hig/s320/the+blacks+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has been such a sad day. The battle is over. Randall passed away this evening at his home with his family by his side. He had a glimpse of Heaven a few days ago and now he is there in his new body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we visited with Randall and Jenni. He had gotten worse overnight. He had a fever and his breathing was heavy. They knew it wouldn't be long. I was hanging on to a miracle for them. I didn't think it would be this soon. I didn't want it to end this way. I prayed so hard and at times I could almost see Randall healed but God had other plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never hurt this bad for a friend and their family. They are such dear friends to us. It is hard to believe this disease has taken over his body this fast. I have prayed so hard for a miracle. I know we are not suppose to question God but in times like this is just so hard to understand WHY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407659559956804562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SwvduAF4c9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/eB58PExNyKY/s320/DSC02310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was Randall on Halloween at Lindsey's school party.  He was such a fighter with a unbelievable spirit. Notice the smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a picture of health 6 months ago. We have so many fond memories of Randall. He was a special man. He loved everyone, especially his family and his girls. He loved my girls. He would treat them as his own. I have been trying to remember all the times we got to spend with him and I came across a blog I wrote a couple of years ago. I took Aubree with me to vote and we went to the back room and sat down beside Randall. We were in there with all men. After a few minutes Aubree lets out a big poot on my leg and Randall said well, Holly. I know my face turned three shades of red. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has always had a pick for Aubree. He loved the way she talked and her facial expressions. She could get him to saddle up a horse with just a sweet smile. She made him laugh. He loved making kids happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girls still remember him pushing them on the big swing on the tree in his back yard. I remember in July at Lindsey's birthday party him pushing all the kids for a long time, when he didn't feel good. He apologized to me because Aubree was wanting to ride the horse and he just didn't feel like getting it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He felt so bad and apologized to us for not being able to help us with the garage. He always thought of other people before himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loved motorcycles and I am not so fond of them but between him and Dwayne they talked me into going for a ride. Randall took me for a ride and for a minute there I understood the freedom people feel from riding a bike. Randall had a very loud bike. I could be in the house and hear him coming and think yep here comes Randall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just seems like yesterday that he would drive by in his truck and wave. If we were ever outside he would pull in for a chat. I AM GONNA MISS THAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know Randall is OK! He is in glory with his Lord and Savior! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's just figuring out how life goes on for Jenni and the girls. ONLY GOD CAN HEAL THEIR PAIN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can not even imagine what they are going through. The hard part is just beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the hardest thing I had to do was to tell Alayna and Aubree that Randall died. Alayna's look was if she was waiting for me to tell her it was a joke. I immediately told them he went to heaven. Now, Aubree has been saying.... Randall is in heaven. My girls are going to miss him dearly. They really took up with him and Jenni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart breaks for Jenni and the girls for what they are going through. They are a strong family and with lots of prayers they will make it through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for comfort and peace for them. Jenni has been sooo strong throughout this time. She amazes me how much she has laughed throughout this six months. I know and she knows it just by the grace of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember so well, one thing Jenni told me a few weeks ago. She said, enjoy life and don't worry about the little things. She said a year ago they were the normal family. Had a busy busy life with three girls and took everything for granted. Now it has all changed!&lt;br /&gt;This really stuck with me...... She said, ya know I wish me and Randall would have GOT IT a long time ago. We have had &lt;em&gt;IT&lt;/em&gt; for the past few years and it has just been so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It &lt;/strong&gt;means.... life itself, enjoying each other, loving each other, being thankful for what God has given you, respecting each other, laughing together, just really getting what life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get IT you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, be thankful for your husband. Be thankful for what you have and not what you don't have because what you have can be taken away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Blacks... I am so thankful to have you as my neighbors. I love each one of you and will be praying for you all. We will get through this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jenni... I am so thankful for our friendship. You have taught me things about myself through this very hard time and God will make something good out of this. I look forward to many years of laughs and cries together. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel privileged to have known Randall. He was a genuine Godly man!&lt;br /&gt;Found these videos of Randall thought you might enjoy. He had a love for horses. His gentle soft voice seem to sooth the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-850364ca416075c9" 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" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da899333f7e296cdd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331629908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38522CDD648D5FDFC55EC8B37ED73D1EC3A76402.10EA57358808FE46262CC424BE046BC461EBC08D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da899333f7e296cdd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnzhCOgyZLov3bPTZdxUJhHN9UEw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL MISS YOU RANDALL BUT WILL SEE YOU AGAIN SOMEDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-8844970337210920153?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/8844970337210920153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=8844970337210920153&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/8844970337210920153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/8844970337210920153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/11/remembering-randall.html' title='Remembering Randall'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SwthztAIwJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Mh0xmT41hig/s72-c/the+blacks+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-1568730878688794718</id><published>2009-10-22T12:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:30:00.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SuCdIpBrTJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/us09wWQSroo/s1600-h/DSC02268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395485125367254162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SuCdIpBrTJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/us09wWQSroo/s320/DSC02268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SuCcwPF6ddI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rAlF7fd8osU/s1600-h/DSC02267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395484706088842706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SuCcwPF6ddI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rAlF7fd8osU/s320/DSC02267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SuCcgHhEzTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BC2eq6joCYw/s1600-h/DSC02266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395484429177376050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SuCcgHhEzTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BC2eq6joCYw/s320/DSC02266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice anything about these pictures?????????????????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been car shopping for a couple of weeks for Dwayne a car. The black/green bullet has almost had it. (well at least for us) After, a few things going wrong we got serious about looking for him a car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We looked all over the  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, checked on wrecked cars and used cars. We found one on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and did all the background checks on it and it seemed to be a good deal. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jewed&lt;/span&gt; them down to what we thought was a really good price. THE ONLY THING WAS IT WAS 400 MILES AWAY.  We talked about it and decided to go and try to get it. We rented a car so we could ride back together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Tuesday at 2 in the morning off we go to Dillon, SC to buy a car. We get there around lunch and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; Dwayne is getting a bad feeling about this car. Well, he was right.  It pulls up and looks great from about 15 feet away. &lt;em&gt;I am wishing the whole time that this will turn out to be a good car.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dwayne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; finds flaws in the paint (that was not noted on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;), the hood had an inch gap on one side, one headlight was all scratched up and the rubber &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; around it was coming off.  I open the back door to look in the back and Dwayne notices that the seat is crooked. He lifted up and the whole seat came up off the frame. &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS NOT EVEN LOCKED IN.&lt;/strong&gt; (They knew we were coming all the way from Alabama to look at this car, ya think they would at least have the seats bolted down) After all that, we still drove it. It drove good but there was an annoying sound coming from the dash like something was loose in there. The power mirrors did not work, the passenger door would not unlock. We raised the hood and there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; dangling. (don't know what that was)  By this point we are thinking they should pay us to take this car but we kept our cool and told them we would go eat lunch and talk it over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go to the local pizza hut down the road and have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; no appetite at this point. We talk it over and I am trying to justify the car as much as I can and it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this nice man working there so I tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dwayne&lt;/span&gt; to ask him if he knows anything about this place (where the car is at). He does and comes back and says well, he said he hears nothing good about them.  ( &lt;em&gt;now, i just want to crawl under the table and die)&lt;/em&gt;  So, one man's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; was not enough...... two nice men sit down right beside us and we ask them.  They laugh....... yes they laugh.  The one man looks just like Dave Ramsey! ( we are asking Dave Ramsey look alike for finacial advice and I am married to Dave himself. LOL)  We proceed to tell them our story.... We are from Alabama and we saw this car on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, we have been up driving since two in the morning, we get here and the car is not what we thought.  They felt so sorry for us and I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ends up one man works for the city and he said he don't know much about that place but he would not buy a car from them. The other guy spoke up and said what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; need to do is drive on down to the beach (myrtle beach) and enjoy the beach and look for a car somewhere else.  They could not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; we had drove that far for a car. ( we couldn't either)  The man that worked for the city came over to me as he was leaving and said.... mam, I am sorry you have drove this far but go enjoy the beach and I paid for you lunch.  &lt;strong&gt;I almost cried.&lt;/strong&gt;   I don't know if I teared up because of how nice that man was or how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; I was that he felt &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;bad for us to do that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what did we do?  We went and told them we were not taking the car and drove 70 miles to Myrtle Beach, stayed 30 minutes and started back home.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE ARE SUCH IDIOTS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove back towards home and finally stopped in Madison, Ga because we couldn't hold our eyes open anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning we are refreshed but still disgusted that we drove all that way for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see it in Dwayne's eyes and he can see it in mine what we are thinking........ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Dagummitt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are buying a car. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We know of a place in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Alpharetta&lt;/span&gt; that has some nice cars so we stop in and test drive a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Maxima&lt;/span&gt;. That was the roughest ride I have ever felt. The steering wheel shook, my legs shook and the whole front end shook.  &lt;strong&gt;we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; not buying this car!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have given up at this point. It is so bad that Dwayne says he is gonna fix the black bullet and drive it until it dies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Yall&lt;/span&gt; are gonna love this!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get home and I tell Dwayne to call Pop that buys and sells &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Altima's&lt;/span&gt;. He did. He had one and we are buying it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took us a trip to South Carolina to find a car in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ider&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not the end of our bad luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dropped my cell phone in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;toliet&lt;/span&gt; and flushed it, it died and there is another 50 bucks we are out!  Crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Pissssssssss&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!! ( I know you are wondering what was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt;, Piss!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not over yet!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been told by our yard man a.k.a. Paw Paw Gerald that we have a bulldog of some kind living in our garage. (ya know, the one with no doors)  He mowed while we were gone and it scared him to death. It growled very mean like and he was scared.   So, when we get back home we pull up and shine our lights in the garage and there he is laying there asleep. &lt;strong&gt;Man did he look mean. &lt;/strong&gt;I get out and walk towards him calling here puppy puppy. (He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; no puppy) I just thought he might like that better. He raised up and looked at us and went back to sleep. He was not going anywhere. He found him a nice big dog house and was not giving it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we call the police to see if they know a pound or anything that would come get him.  They couldn't get one to come out but they did send the local cop on duty. He came and we all just stared at the dog. Nobody wanted to get close to it.  Finally, after some talking they decided get close and spray it with mace if needed.  I take the girls inside in case bullets go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;flyin&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They ended up spraying the dog until they were out of mace and finally the dog got up and &lt;strong&gt;walked off. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have not seen it since and I hope we never do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally our adventure is over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-1568730878688794718?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/1568730878688794718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=1568730878688794718&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1568730878688794718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1568730878688794718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/10/road-trip-part-ii.html' title='Road Trip part II'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SuCdIpBrTJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/us09wWQSroo/s72-c/DSC02268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-6303657507414807270</id><published>2009-10-18T18:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:51:29.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever bought a car on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;??????????? 400 miles away???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it sounds really stupid and very risky but if it turns out to be everything it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to be it is a good deal.  It is for Dwayne to drive to work but a family car too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the movie Newlyweds?   That will be us!!  We have rented the smallest,cheapest, compact car to drive up there. &lt;br /&gt; I will post a pic later of the new car if everything goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-6303657507414807270?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/6303657507414807270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=6303657507414807270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/6303657507414807270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/6303657507414807270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/10/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-2628077198902748148</id><published>2009-10-18T17:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:15:24.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Randall,Jenni,Alicia,Allison,&amp; Lindsey Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/StugRjsYILI/AAAAAAAAAPM/A7vhNMs9iLg/s1600-h/the+blacks+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394081202205892786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/StugRjsYILI/AAAAAAAAAPM/A7vhNMs9iLg/s320/the+blacks+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This family is so dear to me! Most of you probably have heard their story by now and have been praying for them. I ask you to please continue to pray for this precious family as their days are getting harder and harder seeing their daddy/husband getting worse week by week. For those who may not know.... Randall has been diagnosed with a rare brain disease that is incurable. For more on this rare disease go to &lt;a href="http://www.cjdfoundation.org/"&gt;http://www.cjdfoundation.org/&lt;/a&gt; to read more about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alayna and Lindsey are best friends and through that our family and theirs have became close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been neighbors with them for almost eight years but have really been close to them for several years. I still am in shock that this is happening. Randall, only 39 years old was a picture of health 5 months ago and now their world has turned upside down. If I remember right, Jenny said in May he was playing full court basketball, in June he was feeling a little dizzy and tired, in July he went on a business trip with his brother out west and visited the Grand Canyon, in August he was using a cane, in Sept. he was using a cane and a wheel chair, this month they took a family trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; world and he is in a wheel chair all the time. He is wearing glasses and is seeing double. This is how fast this disease is taking his life. They have not really had time to take this all in and really prepare because of how fast this disease is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randall has said from the very first of all this that he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; and if it is God's will for this to take his life then he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; but he still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;believes&lt;/span&gt; God can heal him and that is what we all are still praying for. I ask that you pray that too. God is still in the miracle making business if we just have faith and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please remember Jenni as she has so much on her right now. Pray that God will give her the strength in the everyday chores to just make it to the next day and to also give her the words to tell her kids that will give them comfort in knowing that their Dad is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; and that they will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a horrible friend to Jenni. When she looks at me and says... Holly, what am I going to do! I wish I had the right thing to say but I don't. I know I just look at her with a blank look on my face while shrugging my shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just breaks my heart to see this family go through this! I just think.... why them? if them it could easily be me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are a Godly family and Randall is a Godly man and that is the only reason they have not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; fell apart. I know through this storm there is going to be sunshine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;PRAYERS ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT THING BUT IF YOU EVER HAVE SOMETHING LAYED ON YOUR HEART TO DO FOR THIS FAMILY PLEASE ACT ON IT. (IT IS GOD)&lt;/em&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/8385854658182612592-2628077198902748148?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/2628077198902748148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=2628077198902748148&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2628077198902748148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2628077198902748148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/10/pray-for-randalljennialiciaallison.html' title='Pray for Randall,Jenni,Alicia,Allison,&amp; Lindsey Black'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/StugRjsYILI/AAAAAAAAAPM/A7vhNMs9iLg/s72-c/the+blacks+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-7766671525025350027</id><published>2009-08-21T09:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:28:35.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Sorry, Life has taken over and left no room for blogging. I have lots to blog about if I can remember all of it now.LOL  Now, that school is back in maybe I can rejoin the blog world.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go for now. A certain 3 year old is begging for my attention. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-7766671525025350027?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/7766671525025350027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=7766671525025350027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/7766671525025350027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/7766671525025350027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-4514069468109989032</id><published>2009-07-20T11:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:50:02.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;SUMMERTIME, SUMMERTIME, EVEN THOUGH IT FEELS LIKE FALL. (WEIRD, HUH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no time for blogging these days. Getting up doing the normal mommy duties and then basically outside until dark. My Aunt P and Uncle J gave the girls a little 4 wheeler and oh my gosh do they love it. It don't go fast at all but it is just fast enough for them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt; drives all over the yard and thinks she is so big. (she is such a good little driver) I think the wreck she had at 4 years old did her some good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aubree can even drive it... with mom right behind holding the pull string that cuts it off if she goes too fast. ( and she does) I am really getting tired of cranking and running after that little four wheeler BUT to see my little girls and the whole community have fun it makes me do it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360578440867750242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SmSZsL6KIWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/YCE0zJcvPVo/s320/DSC02009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have even grown our own watermelons this year (by accident). We picked our first watermelon grown on a concrete patio. Well, to say the least... looks are deceiving. It was white inside. (don't know what happened, it was huge and looked ready to pick to me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360642683693869474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SmTUHnFeqaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/s7tBM98iYj0/s320/DSC02018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dwayne is building us a garage, BY HIMSELF, and with the help of any good friend that would be so kind to help. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; (hopefully with a little knowledge in carpentry work) &lt;/p&gt;So far so good but still a lot to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360644030499474770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SmTVWAU9TVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MDQzjabDLjQ/s320/DSC02007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;If we are not out in the yard we are probably swimming. This year I can actually sit back and watch them have fun and not be so hands on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt; has finally gotten over her fear and goes down the slide and off the diving board. SHE LOVES IT. Aubree goes all over with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;floats&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360646968493545650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SmTYBBNVGLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4zIlS4suA8k/s320/DSC01981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-4514069468109989032?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/4514069468109989032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=4514069468109989032&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4514069468109989032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4514069468109989032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SmSZsL6KIWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/YCE0zJcvPVo/s72-c/DSC02009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-1155578737697006219</id><published>2009-07-02T16:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:28:56.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Kay</title><content type='html'>Most of you know that I sell Mary Kay but for those of you who don't...... well, I wanted to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do much with it anymore besides sell to a few friends and family. I don't want to spend my time away from home selling it but I do enjoy it on the side.&lt;br /&gt;I do love the products Mary Kay offers, it is always reasonably priced and very trendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have more customers, so for the month of July every &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; customer will get the choice of &lt;em&gt;any item at 50% off with a $20.00 purchase and to all my customers, you can get the choice of any item at 50% off with a $5.00 purchase.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for the month of July all eye colors and mascaras are buy 1 get 1 free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.marykay.com/"&gt;www.marykay.com&lt;/a&gt; to check out all the new items. (tinted lip balm is awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you do not have to be local to buy from me, I don't mind mailing orders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all and I hope everyone has a happy and safe 4th of July. GOD BLESS AMERICA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-1155578737697006219?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/1155578737697006219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=1155578737697006219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1155578737697006219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1155578737697006219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/07/mary-kay.html' title='Mary Kay'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-3123641469187846675</id><published>2009-06-23T09:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:01:46.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon and Kate Plus 8</title><content type='html'>Did anybody see last nights episode of Jon and Kate Plus 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yall, they filed for divorce.&lt;/strong&gt; This can't be. I was so hoping they were gonna pull through and make good of a situation gone bad.  If they would just confide in JESUS and get off TV I believe they could work through it. (that's just me not knowing the half of it but I do know Jesus can fix anything)&lt;br /&gt;Awwww! My heart still hurts for that family. I hate that those sweet eight kids are going to have to go through this and most of it has been on TV.  That is the saddest thing.&lt;br /&gt;I have watched this show so much it kinda feels like a friend going through a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for this family. Even though they are on TV they are a real family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-3123641469187846675?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/3123641469187846675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=3123641469187846675&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3123641469187846675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3123641469187846675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/06/jon-and-kate-plus-8.html' title='Jon and Kate Plus 8'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-309482109942933704</id><published>2009-06-21T19:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:53:40.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sj-2u4c1vhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/N7uYKJKT_mo/s1600-h/IMG_3521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350195798883024402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sj-2u4c1vhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/N7uYKJKT_mo/s320/IMG_3521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sj-2br2IlFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/E4jsiDLrI1w/s1600-h/IMG_3517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350195469081941074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sj-2br2IlFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/E4jsiDLrI1w/s320/IMG_3517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We have the best Dad ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone had a great Father's Day and got to spend time with your father or special man in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I had a great Father's Day. We spent the weekend at Weiss Lake and had a blast. To all who don't know about chestnut bay resorts you are sooo missing out. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.chesnutbayresort.com/"&gt;http://www.chesnutbayresort.com/&lt;/a&gt; and check it out. We stayed in a huge house that was big enough for all 15 of us. It was so nice to be with my Dad and my whole family this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so fun that we all decided we would rather go there than the beach next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few highlights from our trip....... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aubree almost went off into the lake on her bike. ( Thank goodness she wrecked and Uncle Brent was there to save her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom and Dad flipped over on the jet ski as they circled the boat to get off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Hasselhoff a.k.a my husband jumped in to save them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few minutes later..... Brent,Carter,and Braxton do the same thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We saw an eagle's nest with four or five baby eagles sticking their heads out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and my sisters all wrote Dad a little letter about what we have learned from him and the son in laws read them and Dad had to guess which daughter it was from. ( That was a tear jerk er but so special.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went down a 100 foot water slide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is just a little bit of our weekend. I hope we have many more of these to come. I truly love spending time with my family. We all have so much fun laughing and making fun of whoever says of does something stupid.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350196009892835570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sj-27Khf8PI/AAAAAAAAAOg/d_bzcbGoGog/s320/IMG_3524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little girls have an awesome Dad too. I am so lucky to be married to a Godly man that loves his family and his girls so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-309482109942933704?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/309482109942933704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=309482109942933704&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/309482109942933704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/309482109942933704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sj-2u4c1vhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/N7uYKJKT_mo/s72-c/IMG_3521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-5948307512766102302</id><published>2009-06-08T17:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:28:32.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Winnie</title><content type='html'>We recently took our annual trip to lake winnie! We have been going for the past 3 or 4 years with a big group of friends and family. We always have a blast.  It's a fun little day trip to let the kids or me ride rides until we puke.   Well, this year it just worked out that I was the only adult except Whit ( thank goodness for energetic nieces)that bought a arm band and could ride all the rides with the kids.  I am the lucky one that has a husband that gets nauseous on the tea cups (&lt;strong&gt;no kidding &lt;/strong&gt;) and the other husband (twin) is not so bad but the same. So they are useless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years of riding all the fast, round and round, up and down rides and still in my twenties and the Elephants make me woozy!  Whew! But I vow to never be as bad as the hubbies! &lt;strong&gt;I refuse! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Si2RDn601qI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9MCGfIrcy64/s1600-h/DSC01743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345087824199997090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Si2RDn601qI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9MCGfIrcy64/s320/DSC01743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wouldn't you know Aubree's favorite ride were the &lt;strong&gt;Ephanus &lt;/strong&gt;a.k,a Elephants. I went round and round so many times my head is still spinnin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345088223049713410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Si2Ra1wAhwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/h02S0E6yE4M/s320/DSC01760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alayna and Sids favorite were the swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just look at Alayna's legs, how long! Oh how it was just yesterday when her little legs barley hung down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sid was such a dare devil. She wanted to ride every ride there and insisted we ride in the spook house.  I was like, sure go ahead....... then it come down to me to ride with her.  Oh, No! What she don't know is I don't do good with spook houses especially, without my man by my side to squeeze his arm off the entire time.  Well, I sucked it up and didn't let on that I don't want to go in that spook house with just a little girl to protect me. So, here we go arm in arm snuggled up in the center of that little car,  we survived but she did admit when we came back into day light that the spook house was a bad idea..... I agreed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chain saws scare me even more than spook houses.  Due to the trauma of my childhood LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not sure how old I was but I still remember it to this day. We were at a spook house at a fire dept. and I had my whole family with me and my &lt;strong&gt;big &lt;/strong&gt;Daddy walking with me through it and it still didn't help. The whole way through it, big scary people in really scary mask were jumping out at me and chasing us the whole way through and as I was to the end and thought I had did good to not cry... we were walking casually laughing about how scary it was and out of no where this chain saw cranks up right behind me and I don't think my feet hit the ground until I got to the car. I ran off and left Mom and Dad and whoever else was there. All I knew is that that scary man with a chain saw was not going to get me.  I remember my mom and dad teasing me about not caring to leave them with the chain saw man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't depend on me to save you from a chain saw man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &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/8385854658182612592-5948307512766102302?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/5948307512766102302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=5948307512766102302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/5948307512766102302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/5948307512766102302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/06/lake-winnie.html' title='Lake Winnie'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Si2RDn601qI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9MCGfIrcy64/s72-c/DSC01743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-5432031370751130380</id><published>2009-06-06T15:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:46:12.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago, it rained cats and dogs . LOL (or two little girls)&lt;br /&gt;The girls could not resist and had to run out and play in the steady down pour. It was unusual that it was just rain and no storm along with it. So, I didn't stop them. They played for probably 3o minutes and had more fun than they have ever had playing with any toy we have ever owned.&lt;br /&gt;I caught myself just sitting back reminiscing when I was a kid and how much fun it was to play in the rain, mud or even skinny dippin while raining ( in my own pool &lt;strong&gt;only &lt;/strong&gt;I promise.) Not that that makes it better especially, for those who swam in my pool all those years. Oh well, it was fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to my point. I know, I get caught up in the everyday have to's and don't always let my kids enjoy the things that God has given us to enjoy like the &lt;em&gt;rain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This little moment helped me to remember that my kids are happy with the simplest of things and if that is all I had to give them they would be happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson to me, sit back and enjoy the things that God has so graciously blessed me with that is right under my feet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SirNdbCcfII/AAAAAAAAAN4/M4634uMw9xY/s1600-h/IMG_3477rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344309813186428034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SirNdbCcfII/AAAAAAAAAN4/M4634uMw9xY/s320/IMG_3477rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hearing all the laughs and giggles was priceless! It was all worth it even if they had to have a second and then a third bath before the day was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-5432031370751130380?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/5432031370751130380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=5432031370751130380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/5432031370751130380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/5432031370751130380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SirNdbCcfII/AAAAAAAAAN4/M4634uMw9xY/s72-c/IMG_3477rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-4530319086104155088</id><published>2009-05-29T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:02:27.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fPhoto friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SiAcZ9Xt0TI/AAAAAAAAANw/GNcUja9kIfo/s1600-h/mothersday09alaynasgrad+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341300390357750066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SiAcZ9Xt0TI/AAAAAAAAANw/GNcUja9kIfo/s320/mothersday09alaynasgrad+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful Alabama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-4530319086104155088?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/4530319086104155088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=4530319086104155088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4530319086104155088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4530319086104155088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/05/fphoto-friday.html' title='fPhoto friday'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SiAcZ9Xt0TI/AAAAAAAAANw/GNcUja9kIfo/s72-c/mothersday09alaynasgrad+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-5828386969058733114</id><published>2009-05-16T17:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:58:08.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T-BALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T-BALL IS FUN IN ALL BUT...................WHEN YOU HAVE A LITTLE GIRL THAT DOES NOT WANT TO PLAY- SHE WANTS TO BE WAY OUT IN THE OUTFIELD SO SHE WON'T HAVE TO TOUCH THE BALL-SHE CRIES WHEN SHE GETS TAGGED OUT.... OH ME, AND THAT IS JUST A LITTLE OF THE DRAMA WE HAVE HAD THIS SEASON! ALL THAT MAKES FOR AN EVENTFUL SEASON OF &lt;strong&gt;WE ARE NOT DOING THIS NEXT YEAR. &lt;/strong&gt;(MEANING, SHE AIN'T PLAYIN NEXT YEAR) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE ACTUALLY WANTED TO QUIT AFTER THE FIRST GAME!!! I SAID, GIRL YOU CAN'T QUIT..... YOUR DADDY IS THE COACH! PLUS, IN THIS FAMILY IF YOU START SOMETHING YOU FINISH IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE IS A REALLY GOOD BALL PLAYER, MINUS THE CRYING. YALL, SHE CAN HIT THAT BALL AS GOOD AT THEM BOYS AND RUN LIKE A DEER. SHE IS GOOD! I HAVE TOLD HER THAT. WELL, SHE DON'T CARE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE PLAYED OUR LAST GAME THIS WEEK AND I AM STOKED! OH, I MEAN I AM SOOO SAD! HUH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE THING IS WE TOLD HER THAT WAS THE LAST GAME AND SHE WAS STOKED AS WELL BUT....... TODAY SHE SAID SHE WANTED TO PLAY AGAIN NEXT YEAR. OH ME!!!!!!!! HERE WE GO AGAIN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE LAST GAME WAS WHEN S. FOUND A WORM IN THE OUTFIELD AND BROUGHT IT BACK TO THE DUGOUT AND ALL THE GIRLS WERE SO EXCITED TO HAVE WORM TO PLAY WITH(NOT MEANT TO SOUND THAT WAY LOL) AND THEY EVEN SCARED A CERTAIN LITTLE BOY WITH IT. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DO ENJOY WATCHING MY GIRL PLAY BALL AND ALL THE OTHER KIDS TOO. TO SEE AN IMPROVEMENT IN THEM JUST WARMS MY HEART!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336574672294921682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sg9SY9t8RdI/AAAAAAAAANo/AQ2dAhgItCo/s320/DSC01722.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/8385854658182612592-5828386969058733114?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/5828386969058733114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=5828386969058733114&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/5828386969058733114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/5828386969058733114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-ball.html' title='T-BALL'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sg9SY9t8RdI/AAAAAAAAANo/AQ2dAhgItCo/s72-c/DSC01722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-1794973858393660869</id><published>2009-05-14T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:52:46.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop-it- lock-it Polka-dot-it</title><content type='html'>ANYBODY GOT THAT SONG STUCK IN THEIR HEAD???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU HAVE A LITTLE GIRL YOU PROBABLY HAVE BEEN TO SEE THE HANNAH MONTANA MOVIE, WE HAVE, THREE WEEKS AGO AND WE ARE STILL SINGING THIS SONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAYNA KNOWS EVERY WORD TO IT AND MOST OF THE MOTIONS. I KNOW I AM GETTING OLD WHEN I &lt;em&gt;CAN'T&lt;/em&gt; KEEP UP WITH A 5 YEAR OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CATCH MYSELF ASKING ALAYNA..... WHAT COMES NEXT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUBREE GOES AROUND POPIN IT AND LOCKIN IT RIGHT ALONG WITH HER BIG SIS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WE ARE STILL WORKING ON DWAYNE! HE SOOO DON'T KNOW THE WORDS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK ON THIS LINK IF YOU WANNA POP-IT-LOCK-IT. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlnbmZK7GxU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlnbmZK7GxU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-1794973858393660869?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/1794973858393660869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=1794973858393660869&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1794973858393660869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1794973858393660869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/05/pop-it-lock-it-polka-dot-it.html' title='Pop-it- lock-it Polka-dot-it'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-6520160615987460573</id><published>2009-05-10T19:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:44:07.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Usually, I dread holidays. They are just to darn stressful and it makes me mad to have to tell my hubby what I want for every single one. (especially, Mother's Day) I figure after ten years he should know what I like by now or just give me the OK to go get what I want. And sometimes I don't want anything but time with my family. &lt;br /&gt;I must say, he is getting much better.  He took the girls shopping for gifts and I had a evening to myself! (peace and quiet is priceless, well, for a little while then I miss them.)&lt;br /&gt;Alayna was so excited to tell me what she got me- Aqua globes. (ya know, the as seen on TV things) She has wanted to get me those for about a year now.&lt;br /&gt;Aubree picked out a rose bush after she had to kick off her flip flops and run through the water in wal-mart garden center.  I think they had a blast shopping with their dad! I loved my gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mother's Day has been one of the best!&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to have been given the chance to be a Mother. It is a gift that keeps on giving!&lt;br /&gt;I love my girls more than they will ever know! I hope I can give them a life that they will look back on and be so thankful for.                  &lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my Mom and who she is and the life she gave me! (she's the best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Mom and thanks will never be enough  for all that you have done and keep doing for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-6520160615987460573?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/6520160615987460573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=6520160615987460573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/6520160615987460573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/6520160615987460573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-1128051657418578935</id><published>2009-04-28T10:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:13:59.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YARD SALE</title><content type='html'>To all you Yard Sale freaks out there...... I am having, probably, the biggest Yard Sale I have ever had, this Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.  There is going to be around 12 or more families participating.  There will be lots and lots of baby clothes, boys and girls. There will we tons of women's and men's clothes all sizes and name brands. I have a infant car seat with matching stroller. Mom has a white baby bed,baby swing and stroller. There will be lots of toys. We will have new hairbows and new purses, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You name it and I might just have it sittin' in my front yard this weekend for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is pray that it don't rain because we will have too much stuff to be able to cover it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-1128051657418578935?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/1128051657418578935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=1128051657418578935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1128051657418578935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1128051657418578935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/04/yard-sale.html' title='YARD SALE'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-8358523084715021551</id><published>2009-04-24T08:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:27:47.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fPhoto friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SfHL13Opf0I/AAAAAAAAANY/a5S5PM90640/s1600-h/IMG_3366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328263960374902594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SfHL13Opf0I/AAAAAAAAANY/a5S5PM90640/s320/IMG_3366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SfG9mYdA82I/AAAAAAAAANQ/zdyKnBm-GRQ/s1600-h/IMG_3369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328248301252834146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SfG9mYdA82I/AAAAAAAAANQ/zdyKnBm-GRQ/s320/IMG_3369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SfG9QYGa0qI/AAAAAAAAANI/1kCLQ2rK5_U/s1600-h/IMG_3363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328247923200938658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SfG9QYGa0qI/AAAAAAAAANI/1kCLQ2rK5_U/s320/IMG_3363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SfG80u8GZ9I/AAAAAAAAANA/tIYFkbE9448/s1600-h/IMG_3373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328247448295335890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SfG80u8GZ9I/AAAAAAAAANA/tIYFkbE9448/s320/IMG_3373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SfG8eWbaYQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-DyGB_RDp3Q/s1600-h/beach+pic-cason.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-8358523084715021551?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/8358523084715021551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=8358523084715021551&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/8358523084715021551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/8358523084715021551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/04/fphoto-friday.html' title='fPhoto friday'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SfHL13Opf0I/AAAAAAAAANY/a5S5PM90640/s72-c/IMG_3366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-3029604179347749477</id><published>2009-04-23T13:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:58:14.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>Oh, what a beautiful Thursday!!! I hope you all are able to be outside some today and enjoy the nice warm sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed it...... woke up, planted flowers, Aubree mooned a car going by as she decided to pee in the front yard by the main highway while I was planting flowers, went and got more flowers and planted them, Aubree and Carter rode in Big Truck with Dad, Aubree and Carter played while I washed my car, Carter had a wreck  on the bicycle and hit his head in between his eyes, Aubree walked in front of Carter swinging (bout got knocked out), I ate a bowl of cereal for lunch ( I know, real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nutritious&lt;/span&gt;) I do good just to eat something,we rode the 4-wheeler and checked on the cows-4 times (they are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;) by now Aubree is ready for a nap, she is down and  now I have time to clean,wash clothes, get a shower and get ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt; to get home and off to her T-ball game. WHEW!!!  I love days like this, I feel like I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt; something today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love warm weather! It means we can stay outside all day! Wear 'em out and they will sleep so I can have some me time and my house is not a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TAKE TIME TODAY AND LOOK AROUND AND SEE HOW BLESSED WE ALL ARE! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOD IS GOOD!! ALL THE TIME!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-3029604179347749477?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/3029604179347749477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=3029604179347749477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3029604179347749477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3029604179347749477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-beautiful-day.html' title='Busy Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-903762707994100797</id><published>2009-04-18T22:37:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:22:46.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SevnxoORBmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NwLzGg7s3vg/s1600-h/DSC01615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326605824092604002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SevnxoORBmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NwLzGg7s3vg/s320/DSC01615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SevmB7mFZdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/q6JTuq9RTEQ/s1600-h/beach09+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326603905147430354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SevmB7mFZdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/q6JTuq9RTEQ/s320/beach09+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, how I miss the beach already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just got back from Panama City Beach this evening and we had soo much fun. I must say we were in desperate need of a family vacation. (well, I know I was)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was just perfect! About 80 degrees, not too hot, not too cold. But hot enough to get sunburned!! We all were pink the first day on the beach except me...... I was red ripe tomato red and still am. Ouch, talk about hurting. I was even stupid enough to want to get in the scalding hot hot tub with the fam with a sunburn. STUPID! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We skipped the beach the next day and went to Gulf World! It was so much fun. I am not sure who enjoyed it more, me or the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this video of Duke the Sea Lion. He got some moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab1e2e638bee9892" 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://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab1e2e638bee9892%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331629908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D393F9BE5A7E9513ADE5357A040B81F4BA958D6BE.2DACA4B978FFE9644FE5F43179969431855003DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab1e2e638bee9892%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbvvKImJ5Oqh0JCV0rG2ulUH_DvY&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://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab1e2e638bee9892%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331629908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D393F9BE5A7E9513ADE5357A040B81F4BA958D6BE.2DACA4B978FFE9644FE5F43179969431855003DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab1e2e638bee9892%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbvvKImJ5Oqh0JCV0rG2ulUH_DvY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the dolphins were awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wouldn't it be great to have a job where you got to swim with dolphins all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7d42ecacfb08f33a" 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://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d42ecacfb08f33a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331629908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A5D67A8B5DEBE0609C6D68D8FE61AE6B9B00FFE.740D3EED0D413F244F0798C839C5AD5487952DD4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d42ecacfb08f33a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmfvIkQPM3Cpk3yMQ8YwT0zOzpN0&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://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d42ecacfb08f33a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331629908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A5D67A8B5DEBE0609C6D68D8FE61AE6B9B00FFE.740D3EED0D413F244F0798C839C5AD5487952DD4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d42ecacfb08f33a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmfvIkQPM3Cpk3yMQ8YwT0zOzpN0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We hung out at Pier Park one day and rode the carousel at least fifteen times. ( all day pass was a bad idea. lol) About round six I was about to fall off my horse! It just took one round for Dwayne to be drunk! LOL Ain't he such a manly man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than the normal sisterly fussing and fighting the whole way there and the whole way back and mostly in between we had one of the best vacations we have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next time I will take the advice of sister S and make everyone, including hubby, wear pull ups there and back in the car. I am telling you what, we stopped 6 or 7 times on the way home for somebody to pee or poop. That would be stopping once every hour!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool breeze, white sands, waves crashing on shore, kids laughing, husband quiet (well for a few seconds at a time), the hour on the beach by myself, spending time with my little family. PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE LORD BLESSED US WITH A SAFE AND WONDERFUL VACATION AND I AM THANKFUL FOR THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT IS GOOD TO BE HOME BUT IT SURE WAS GOOD TO BE AT THE BEACH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326604758030430114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sevmzk1PL6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Hm5DagHBYoU/s320/DSC01608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8385854658182612592-903762707994100797?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7d42ecacfb08f33a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ab1e2e638bee9892&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/903762707994100797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=903762707994100797&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/903762707994100797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/903762707994100797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/04/beach.html' title='Beach'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SevnxoORBmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NwLzGg7s3vg/s72-c/DSC01615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-2977632226714561139</id><published>2009-04-07T16:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:07:21.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit HATER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S OFFICIAL...... AUBREE WILL BE A RABBIT HATER THE REST OF HER LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I STARTED IT, SO I GUESS I AM TO BLAME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LAST SUMMER BEFORE SHE TURNED TWO I KNEW I HAD TO TAKE THE PASSY OR &lt;em&gt;PAPPY &lt;/em&gt;AWAY! SHE REALLY LOVED HER PAPPY AND I WAS REALLY GETTING TIRED OF THEM SO I KNEW MY DAY WOULD COME WHEN SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN AND I COULD BLAME IT ON SOMETHING BESIDES ME. HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE WERE RIDING THE 4-WHEELER THROUGH SOME WEEDS AND SHE DROPPED IT AND &lt;em&gt;THE LIGHT BULB WENT OFF......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TOLD HER THAT IT WAS GONE, SHE DROPPED IN THE WEEDS AND I BET A BABY RABBIT GOT BECAUSE IT WAS A BABY AND IT NEEDED IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT NIGHT SHE GOT SO MAD BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T HAVE A PASSY AND AFTER CRYING AND BEGGING FOR IT FOR A VERY LONG TIME ( I STUCK TO MY STORY) I TOLD HER ONCE AGAIN, THAT BABY RABBIT GOT IT, IT'S GONE AND...... SHE JUMPED UP OUT OF BED AND SAID NO, NO BABY WABBIT MY PAPPY!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STILL TO THIS DAY SHE DESPISES &lt;strong&gt;RABBITS&lt;em&gt;....... SEE PICTURE BELOW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322065575576694818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SdvGcYeVcCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bGPw_BWKOSE/s320/EASTER+RABBIT09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;POOR THING, I THOUGHT SHE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN OVER HATING RABBITS BY NOW. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS I WAS WRONG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHE DIDN'T HEAR BRO. LUKE SAY A WORD WHEN HE WAS SPEAKING BECAUSE SHE WAS LOOKING OVER HER SHOULDER SAYING...... WHERE'S THAT WABBIT. I HELD HER THE ENTIRE TIME. I WOULD TRY TO PUT HER DOWN AND SHE WOULD SAY NO..... THAT WABBIT GET ME. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ONE TIME SHE DIDN'T SEE THE BUNNY AND SHE ASKED, WHERE THAT RABBIT GO...... CHURCH?????? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHE WAS JUST WISHING IT WOULD LEAVE &lt;strong&gt;FOREVER !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322070113073446034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SdvKkf93PJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/JIx_5V6cab0/s320/EASTER+RABBIT092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE OUT OF TWO NOT CRYING  IS PRETTY GOOD, I GUESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-2977632226714561139?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/2977632226714561139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=2977632226714561139&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2977632226714561139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2977632226714561139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/04/rabbit-hater.html' title='Rabbit HATER!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SdvGcYeVcCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bGPw_BWKOSE/s72-c/EASTER+RABBIT09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-4344258476356233410</id><published>2009-03-27T15:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:31:22.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fPhoto friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sc03KtQFttI/AAAAAAAAALw/2vSK4KQVdo8/s1600-h/fPhotoFriday226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317967392079722194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sc03KtQFttI/AAAAAAAAALw/2vSK4KQVdo8/s320/fPhotoFriday226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sc03C5zRvoI/AAAAAAAAALo/LiTPIWLI_vo/s1600-h/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317967258009583234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sc03C5zRvoI/AAAAAAAAALo/LiTPIWLI_vo/s320/DSC01550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this little tree!!  Spring is here!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera: Canon Rebel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-4344258476356233410?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/4344258476356233410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=4344258476356233410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4344258476356233410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4344258476356233410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/03/fphoto-friday.html' title='fPhoto friday'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sc03KtQFttI/AAAAAAAAALw/2vSK4KQVdo8/s72-c/fPhotoFriday226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-4841115029257553837</id><published>2009-03-25T10:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:36:51.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulch</title><content type='html'>We have been hard at it for the last couple of days getting mulch,mowing almost 5 acres, and trying to make the yard look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;After 10 loads of mulch, 3 trips to get it, and 2 aching bodies we finished all but the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/ScqLyYZ_LwI/AAAAAAAAALg/cOlkVka0yCw/s1600-h/DSC01558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317216007725461250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/ScqLyYZ_LwI/AAAAAAAAALg/cOlkVka0yCw/s320/DSC01558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/ScqLdUnRt_I/AAAAAAAAALY/E50Ec2MNCz0/s1600-h/DSC01557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317215645930207218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/ScqLdUnRt_I/AAAAAAAAALY/E50Ec2MNCz0/s320/DSC01557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AFTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love mulch! It just makes such a difference in the way a yard looks but don't get me wrong ( I am not for hire) &lt;strong&gt;it is hard work!! &lt;/strong&gt;I am glad it is a every other year thing for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, that the girls are a little older and I don't have to hold them and tend to there every need every 5 minutes, I can actually get in there and help Dwayne with all the yard work.&lt;em&gt; I thought I had been doing a pretty d- a- r- n good job. &lt;/em&gt;I hooked and unhooked our trailer and went to get all the mulch with kids in tow. I threw mulch just as much as he did and I even spread mulch bare handed. ( I won't name a certain sissy man who must wear gloves to prevent his hands from getting dirty!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I was proud of myself, I thought I was really helping him out. Until, he made a little comment. We were talking yesterday about when he got home I would mow and he would mulch or vise versa. &lt;em&gt;He says, well if you mow I want you to mow a little straighter than you usually do. &lt;strong&gt;Ummm??? Excuse me!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him right then how that was an insult to me and he just better be glad that I will even mow the yard. (He is one of those &lt;strong&gt;straight line yard mowers,&lt;/strong&gt; if you can't see straight lines and rows in the grass after you mow then you have done it all wrong.) Not me, I just mow the flippin grass!&lt;br /&gt;I worry about stuff like are the kids eating healthy enough not if I can see lines in the yard. Just me though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I was mowing before he got home and the devil got a hold of me. he he!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mowed the front yard so nice and pretty to meet his expectations and then I saw my chance in the back yard to make some pretty designs. On about 2 or 3 acres I did a few figure eights, zig zags, and circles. I left it that way until he got home. I knew he would see it because it stuck out like a sore thumb. I laughed at myself all evening! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know, he gave me no reaction! None whatsoever! I had to ask him if he noticed my designs. &lt;strong&gt;He said, yeah I noticed! He didn't think it was too funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to write I love you in the grass but I am not that advanced in my yard designs yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Revenge is sooo sweet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8385854658182612592-4841115029257553837?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/4841115029257553837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=4841115029257553837&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4841115029257553837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4841115029257553837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/03/mulch.html' title='Mulch'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/ScqLyYZ_LwI/AAAAAAAAALg/cOlkVka0yCw/s72-c/DSC01558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-6467673119240935367</id><published>2009-03-22T12:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:54:44.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again!!</title><content type='html'>I have been debating on telling this. It was bad enough the first time.  I figured yall should laugh with me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refresher: Last blog, Cat peed on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day: Cat peed on me again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do yall believe that!! That stupid cat peed on me again 2 days in a row.  Why me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise if it happens a third time yall will not know and we might be one less cat!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-6467673119240935367?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/6467673119240935367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=6467673119240935367&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/6467673119240935367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/6467673119240935367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/03/again.html' title='Again!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-2983556264032136189</id><published>2009-03-19T14:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:33:41.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days!</title><content type='html'>HAVE YOU EVER JUST HAD ONE OF THOSE DAYS THAT YOU WISH WOULD END?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY EVENINGS ARE ALWAYS KINDA CRAZY BUT YESTERDAY WAS JUST PLAIN NUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST OF ALL DWAYNE TELLS ME HE HAS TO WORK 1 HOUR 1/2 LATER THAN NORMAL.  SO THAT JUST STINKS!  THEN IT IS LIKE THE KIDS KNOW AND THEY FUSS NON STOP WHILE I AM TRYING TO COOK COOKIES FOR MY CUBBIES AT CHURCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUE TO FEEDING KIDS, BREAKING UP FIGHTS, PUTTING KIDS IN THE CORNER, GETTING CHURCH STUFF READY AND TRYING TO FEED MY GROWLING BELLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PUT THE COOKIES IN THE OVEN AND SET THE TIMER AND THAT IS THE LAST I REMEMBER ABOUT THE COOKIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GO OUTSIDE AND ABOUT 30 MIN. LATER I GO BACK IN THE HOUSE FOR A MINUTE AND THE SMELL ABOUT KNOCKED ME DOWN. ( I EVEN THOUGHT- WHAT IS BURNING?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO PANS OF CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES ARE NOW CHARCOAL.  I TAKE THEM AND THROW PAN AND ALL IN THE BACK YARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS IF THIS DID'NT TICK ME OFF ENOUGH....... WHILE, SCRAPING THE CHARCOAL OFF THE PANS THE&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;CAT PEES ON ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!!  &lt;strong&gt;YES, MO PEED ON MY BACK&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR POOR NEIGHBORS, I AM SURE THEY ARE CONVINCED I AM NUTS NOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COARSE THEY WERE OUTSIDE DURING ALL THIS CRAZINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SURE THEY SMELLED THE BURNT COOKIES AND HEARD THE FIRE ALARM GOING OFF AND THEN ME YELLING WHEN I GOT PEED ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YALL KNOW MO-THE MOST WONDERFUL CAT IN THE WORLD. (WELL, NOT ANYMORE) BUT TO THE KIDS HE IS THE BEST.  I HAD JUST GOTTEN HIM BACK FROM THE VET YESTERDAY FROM GETTING FIXED AND I AM CONVINCED HE WAS GETTING EVEN WITH ME BY PEEING ON MY BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL FEEL ICKY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-2983556264032136189?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/2983556264032136189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=2983556264032136189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2983556264032136189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2983556264032136189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-4692499396522341665</id><published>2009-03-16T18:03:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:21:02.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Womens Retreat 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sb-zb8j3B3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Otc9UXb61rg/s1600-h/DSC01607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314163378014848882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sb-zb8j3B3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Otc9UXb61rg/s320/DSC01607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MOMMA, ME, AND SISTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sb7pYkSpt7I/AAAAAAAAALI/mv4qeySfWVI/s1600-h/DSC01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313941218611804082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sb7pYkSpt7I/AAAAAAAAALI/mv4qeySfWVI/s320/DSC01526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SIS IN LAW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KEENA&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; FARRAH, ME, AND SIS SHANNON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sb7pHv5E0CI/AAAAAAAAALA/xDcs4UJVcDw/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313940929667977250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sb7pHv5E0CI/AAAAAAAAALA/xDcs4UJVcDw/s320/DSC01515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sb7oqX8JegI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lFHf1-3l8As/s1600-h/DSC01506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313940425022208514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sb7oqX8JegI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lFHf1-3l8As/s320/DSC01506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OLD HIGH SCHOOL FRIEND APRIL. I LOVE THIS GIRL AND AM SO PROUD OF HOW FAR SHE HAS COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT A WEEKEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER THAN ALMOST ENDING UP IN KENTUCKY INSTEAD OF TENNESSEE AND HAVING TO BACK TRACK AND THEN ENDING UP IN THE SMOKY MOUNTAIN BOON DOCKS INSTEAD OF OUR NICE LITTLE CABIN IN THE MOUNTAINS....... WE HAD A GREAT TIME! ( I LEARNED AND GREAT LESSON, DON'T DEPEND MEMORY TO GET YOU SOMEWHERE, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU HAVE DIRECTIONS TO GO BY.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM STILL TRYING TO LET EVERYTHING I HEARD SINK IN. I HAD A BLAST! I GOT TO LAUGH WITH A BUNCH OF GODLY WOMEN AND CRY WITH THEM TOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS WEEKEND WAS A MUCH NEEDED RETREAT FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OUR CHURCH IS BLESSED WITH THE MOST AWESOME PREACHERS WIFE EVER. I THINK SO MUCH OF HER. NOT ONLY BECAUSE SHE IS JUST ONE OF THE GIRLS AND UNDERSTANDS EXACTLY WHAT WE ALL GO THROUGH FROM DAY TO DAY BECAUSE SHE GOES THROUGH IT TOO BUT MOST OF ALL SHE IS LIVING ON THIS EARTH FOR GOD AND DOING EXACTLY WHAT HE CALLED HER TO DO. SHE TRULY HAS A GIFT OF SPEAKING. SHE STOMPED ON MY FEET AND BLACKED BOTH MY EYES!! (HAD TO BE THERE) IT TAKES A SPECIAL PERSON TO JUST SAY WHAT NEEDS TO BE SAID BECAUSE DEEP DOWN WE ALL NEED TO HEAR IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT IS JUST AWESOME TO SEE 80+ WOMEN COME TOGETHER FOR THE SAME REASON AND THAT IS GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CAN SAY 100% THAT GOD WAS ALL AROUND US ALL WEEKEND LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNOW THAT HE HAS WORKED IN MY HEART AND SHOWED ME THINGS ABOUT MYSELF THAT I NEED TO WORK ON AND I INTEND ON DOING THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; SAY THAT I AM &lt;em&gt;STRONGER NOW THAN BEFORE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE HAD ALL KINDS OF FUN...... SOME WENT SNOW TUBING, SHOPPING, KARAOKE (SEE BELOW.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope when I am Ms. Imogene's age I can move like her!!  (move it girl move it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-96be7805af9b742d" 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://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D96be7805af9b742d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331629908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10D568F02E750B5191DCC5A11F24B112ECD993C0.71283E21022C24A6C6408A5759FC92139CEC2E59%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96be7805af9b742d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1Gk_E9jCcw3WLj112j8N0YlOoMU&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://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D96be7805af9b742d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331629908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10D568F02E750B5191DCC5A11F24B112ECD993C0.71283E21022C24A6C6408A5759FC92139CEC2E59%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96be7805af9b742d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1Gk_E9jCcw3WLj112j8N0YlOoMU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT IS SO GOOD TO HAVE FUN IN THE LORD!!&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL YOU GIRLS THAT WENT, I LOVE YOU ALL AND I AM LOOKING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FORWARD&lt;/span&gt; TO NEXT YEAR.&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/8385854658182612592-4692499396522341665?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=96be7805af9b742d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/4692499396522341665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=4692499396522341665&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4692499396522341665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4692499396522341665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/03/womens-retreat-2009.html' title='Womens Retreat 2009'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/Sb-zb8j3B3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Otc9UXb61rg/s72-c/DSC01607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-1556993877309192559</id><published>2009-03-10T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:34:45.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Booty Stank</title><content type='html'>LAST NIGHT I WAS FOLDING CLOTHES IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM AND AUBREE HAD CAME IN THERE BEGGING ME TO GO UP STAIRS WITH HER. I TOLD HER I WAS BUSY TO GO GET HER DADDY AND HE WOULD.  SHE GOES TO MY BATHROOM WHERE DWAYNE WAS TAKING A SHOWER AND COMES BACK TO ME WINING AND I SAY...... WHAT IS IT?   SHE SAYS.......&lt;em&gt;DADDY CAN'T   HE GOT BOOTY STANK.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEARD EXACTLY WHAT SHE SAID BUT WAS SURE SHE DIDN'T SAY WHAT I HEARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, BUT SHE DID.  AFTER I LAUGHED MY HEAD OFF. I WENT STRAIGHT TO THE SOURCE AND HE SAID WHAT..... DID SHE SAY BOOTY STANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I AM GONNA TO APOLOGIZE NOW FOR ANY OF YOU THAT MAY COME AROUND MY SWEET AUBREE.  IF SHE SAYS YOU HAVE BOOTY STANK. PLEASE KNOW, &lt;strong&gt;SHE DID NOT LEARN THAT FROM ME!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-1556993877309192559?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/1556993877309192559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=1556993877309192559&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1556993877309192559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1556993877309192559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/03/booty-stank.html' title='Booty Stank'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-8927899332951972473</id><published>2009-02-28T17:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:18:19.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paw Paw Harold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This world was blessed with 89 years of a very very good man!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SanMTd1x2UI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tL8R_YqGN3M/s1600-h/Paw+Paw+Harold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307998270632614210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SanMTd1x2UI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tL8R_YqGN3M/s320/Paw+Paw+Harold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I was awoke to some devastating news. Paw Paw Harold had pasted away!&lt;br /&gt;This has been a very sad day for our family. Even though, he was 89 years old and had lived a wonderful long life, it is still hard to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will be harder........ walking in over at Maw Maw's and not seeing him at that kitchen table or walking in and seeing Maw Maw by herself at that kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but worry about Maw Maw. Harold was her life. They cracked me up, how they joked and aggravated each other all the time. They laughed at each other and you could just tell they not only loved each other but loved each others company. They both are such an inspiration to me and so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Red Lobster biscuits will never be the same. Harold loved my biscuits! At every get together he would get him a napkin full of my biscuits before anyone else so he would make sure to have plenty. That made me happy :)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was only a month or so ago that you would pass him on the road in his mini van making his daily trips to Wal Mart (for toothpicks or gum) or to Henagar to meet up with his buddies at the local gossip shop (Jack's) to have coffee or breakfast. I soooo hope if I make it to 89 that I am still able to drive and take care of myself like he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, Harold was not my Paw Paw by blood but by marriage, I still considered him my Paw Paw. I knew him many more years than I did my other Paw Paw (Edgar).&lt;br /&gt;I know, he considered all of us his kids and grand kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He loved us and we all loved him! I am thankful for him to have been in my life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please remember my family in the coming days as we say our final goodbyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you all (family and friends are everything)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-8927899332951972473?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/8927899332951972473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=8927899332951972473&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/8927899332951972473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/8927899332951972473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/02/paw-paw-harold.html' title='Paw Paw Harold'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SanMTd1x2UI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tL8R_YqGN3M/s72-c/Paw+Paw+Harold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-605003925848636785</id><published>2009-02-20T15:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:51:45.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fPhoto friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SZ8lRgAvKQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IGiI50zG_So/s1600-h/fPhotoFriday226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304999868646762754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SZ8lRgAvKQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IGiI50zG_So/s320/fPhotoFriday226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SZ8lLV1r2hI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xnmMGTKeBJE/s1600-h/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304999762836838930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SZ8lLV1r2hI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xnmMGTKeBJE/s320/tulips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some beautiful red tulips (my favorite flowers) that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hubbie&lt;/span&gt; surprised me with on Valentines Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken with Canon Rebel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place: kitchen counter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Natalie for hosting!&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/8385854658182612592-605003925848636785?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/605003925848636785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=605003925848636785&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/605003925848636785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/605003925848636785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/02/fphoto-friday_20.html' title='fPhoto friday'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SZ8lRgAvKQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IGiI50zG_So/s72-c/fPhotoFriday226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-3398526788794480096</id><published>2009-02-13T08:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:19:50.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fPhoto friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SZWbQhPeACI/AAAAAAAAAKU/78bIupsVKhA/s1600-h/!cid_image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302314844402090018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SZWbQhPeACI/AAAAAAAAAKU/78bIupsVKhA/s320/!cid_image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SZWIh5IQ5QI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pQaxmnl2wAU/s1600-h/DSC01476me"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ME, UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL. NOT SURE WHAT I THINK ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SZWFQfJfKeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ripMqiDgqj4/s1600-h/neon+love+pic"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302290654584318434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SZWFQfJfKeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ripMqiDgqj4/s320/neon+love+pic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TO MY HUBBY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!  I AM STILL RED HOT FOR YOU!!! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, corny I know, thought it went along with the neon affect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SZWEjdIh_nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iv7doj_zsco/s1600-h/DSC01476me"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Natalie for hosting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-3398526788794480096?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/3398526788794480096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=3398526788794480096&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3398526788794480096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3398526788794480096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/02/fphoto-friday_13.html' title='fPhoto friday'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SZWbQhPeACI/AAAAAAAAAKU/78bIupsVKhA/s72-c/!cid_image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-8689614712022298070</id><published>2009-02-06T14:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:55:32.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fPhoto friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SYyjYFeHY5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FEWJ3CCsjj4/s1600-h/fPhotoFriday226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299790495688909714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SYyjYFeHY5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FEWJ3CCsjj4/s320/fPhotoFriday226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SYyjRTa_XjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zr1U0XA-MTY/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299790379174813234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SYyjRTa_XjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zr1U0XA-MTY/s320/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Natalie for hosting!&lt;br /&gt;Taken with  a sony cybershot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easy setting. Sepia tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-8689614712022298070?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/8689614712022298070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=8689614712022298070&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/8689614712022298070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/8689614712022298070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/02/fphoto-friday.html' title='fPhoto friday'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SYyjYFeHY5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FEWJ3CCsjj4/s72-c/fPhotoFriday226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-3658735246339047692</id><published>2009-02-06T09:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:41:56.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things you are dying to know about me.....right?</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;usally&lt;/span&gt; don't take time to do these things but after reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deedra's&lt;/span&gt; I thought it might be fun if I join in this time. So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I put salt on lemons and suck the lemon dry after every meal I eat in a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I laugh hysterically at things that happen to people when they could really be hurt. For example.... Dwayne fell in the bathroom the other night, I mean hard, on his hip and he didn't get up for a while. I think it took me 5 minutes to ask him if he was OK because I was laughing so &lt;strong&gt;hard.&lt;/strong&gt;  Every time I think about him falling I can't control myself to the point of tears.&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's bad but I do care for the safety of other people as long as it don't cross me as funny.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can still do flips and jumps on the trampoline and off the diving board as if I was still 12 years  old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I once had a wreck in my own drive way. (when I was learning to drive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have headaches everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I take Excedrin tension  headache everyday before lunch to prevent it from getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am a quiet and kinda shy person until you get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have to get into my comfortable zone before I open up to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have told a lot of people off  in my 27 years. (remembering back in high school especially)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It takes a lot for me to  tell somebody off and I usually dwell over it for a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If I know someone is upset with me I don't let it go on for long before I confront them and work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I once inquired about a job with a crime scene clean up crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I can not stand being cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I take a shower in the morning and a bath at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Not that I am that dirty, I just enjoy baths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I don't understand why somethings happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I like to try and figure out why things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I would enjoy being a detective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I have grown to accept that somethings are meant for us to never understand until we meet our Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I have two brothers in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I love to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NCIS&lt;/span&gt; with Dwayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I am not good with directions unless you tell me landmarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I would rather go out and eat than have to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I have a drive to workout and get a rock hard bod. The problem is the drive only last 2 days max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I am a God fearing women and still believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my 25, now it is your turn. Tag you're it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-3658735246339047692?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/3658735246339047692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=3658735246339047692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3658735246339047692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3658735246339047692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things-you-are-dying-to-know-about.html' title='25 Things you are dying to know about me.....right?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-4810291940121975246</id><published>2009-01-28T13:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:33:17.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokie Moutains</title><content type='html'>Whoo Hoo! Dwayne officially has Saturdays off! So what did we do? We took a weekend trip to the smokies.&lt;br /&gt;Despite Alayna was still recovering from surgery, we still had a great time. Actually, Alayna's best days were Friday and Saturday so we did get to go out and do a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do much dining in due to Alayna's drooling problem because we didn't want to ruin anyone else meal.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure we got a few weird looks when she was carrying her spit cup everywhere we went-shopping, tram to Gatlinburg, dixie stampede. ( bless her heart, she could'nt help it)&lt;br /&gt;The best part was taking the girls to the Dixie Stampede. They absolutely loved it. Especially, Aubree. We couldn't get her to eat for 30 min. because her eyes were glued to what all was going on.  She finally decided to eat and loved that whole chicken. It didn't bother her that it still had everything minus a head and guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told everyone &lt;em&gt;bout them horses that done tricks and going to the pokie moutains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SYDFUnhdhmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yVLQX7Zq_tQ/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296450119785088610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SYDFUnhdhmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yVLQX7Zq_tQ/s320/DSC01414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SYDFIJkZCOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zjH_tMaLXDk/s1600-h/DSC01405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296449905585883362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SYDFIJkZCOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zjH_tMaLXDk/s320/DSC01405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SYDE9ZDFUwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8bSSJaNFNPo/s1600-h/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296449720762585858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SYDE9ZDFUwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8bSSJaNFNPo/s320/DSC01402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Touring the Mayfield Dairy Plant. (don't you think red is our color)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-4810291940121975246?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/4810291940121975246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=4810291940121975246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4810291940121975246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4810291940121975246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/01/pokie-moutains.html' title='Pokie Moutains'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SYDFUnhdhmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yVLQX7Zq_tQ/s72-c/DSC01414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-198538313284580753</id><published>2009-01-19T15:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:28:29.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SXTuiZKJfPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/q76OzHIgGIg/s1600-h/cell+pics+alayna+surgery+jan09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293117736703589618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SXTuiZKJfPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/q76OzHIgGIg/s320/cell+pics+alayna+surgery+jan09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SXTuZqre3XI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KKuMBp04FsM/s1600-h/cell+pics+alayna+surgery+jan09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293117586787982706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SXTuZqre3XI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KKuMBp04FsM/s320/cell+pics+alayna+surgery+jan09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SXTuTtFZhjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/albGbzKuIfI/s1600-h/cell+pics+alayna+surgery+jan09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293117484354340402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SXTuTtFZhjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/albGbzKuIfI/s320/cell+pics+alayna+surgery+jan09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pics are before surgery and she was feeling real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;! She was cracking us up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She don't remember any of these pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, Thank you all for the comments, texts, and phone calls that we have received. I love and appreciate them all. It is so nice to have people who &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; love me and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt; did so good. She was in and out of surgery within 30 min. She did cry on and off for a while afterwards but now that we are home she feels much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our prayers were answered and we are so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SXTuDzE-T9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1aX1D7L-1-0/s1600-h/cell+pics+alayna+surgery+jan09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-198538313284580753?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/198538313284580753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=198538313284580753&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/198538313284580753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/198538313284580753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-surgery.html' title='After surgery'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SXTuiZKJfPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/q76OzHIgGIg/s72-c/cell+pics+alayna+surgery+jan09+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-7419836052689011066</id><published>2009-01-18T15:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:41:59.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>We take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow morning to get her tonsils and adenoids taken out and tubes put in her ears.  Say a prayer for her especially and one for me too!  I don't get nervous about stuff like this, if it is me.  I have found out when its your kids you tend to worry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; more! I am a little nervous but I know she will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just made a trip to the store to get ice cream and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Popsicle's&lt;/span&gt;. So far it has been fun for her. &lt;br /&gt;When we talk about surgery and going to the hospital, she thinks it is cool and gets all giggly.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure the giggling will be gone tomorrow.  This is her first time in the hospital so she thinks its gonna be fun. I am not about to tell her, she can find out for herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-7419836052689011066?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/7419836052689011066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=7419836052689011066&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/7419836052689011066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/7419836052689011066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/01/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-7079816006358981634</id><published>2009-01-16T17:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:54:20.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fPhoto friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SXEduwU4J9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/be1aFwdVRRo/s1600-h/041932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292043726220699602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SXEduwU4J9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/be1aFwdVRRo/s320/041932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my cousins!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep praying for Hayli!!&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/8385854658182612592-7079816006358981634?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/7079816006358981634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=7079816006358981634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/7079816006358981634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/7079816006358981634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/01/fphoto-friday_16.html' title='fPhoto friday'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SXEduwU4J9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/be1aFwdVRRo/s72-c/041932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-1700554947109339216</id><published>2009-01-12T17:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:47:53.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How many ways can you cook hamburger meat??</title><content type='html'>SINCE WE BOUGHT A COW LAST MONTH, SERIOUSLY, WE HAVE HALF A COW IN OUR FREEZER, SPILT UP IN MANY DIFFERENT WAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE THE HONOR OF FIGURING OUT HOW TO FIX MEAT EVERY NIGHT FOR THE NEXT YEAR IN A DIFFERENT WAY SO WE WON'T GET BURNT OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR, SO GOOD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND THE EASIEST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RECIPE&lt;/span&gt; ONLINE THE OTHER DAY AND FIXED IT TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATER TOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HOT DISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 BAG MINI TATER TOTS&lt;br /&gt;1LB HAMBURGER MEAT&lt;br /&gt;SALT AND PEPPER TO TASTE&lt;br /&gt;1 CREAM OF MUSHROOM SOUP&lt;br /&gt;1 CREAM OF CELERY SOUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOK AND DRAIN MEAT&lt;br /&gt;MIX MEAT AND BOTH SOUPS TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;SPREAD IN CASSEROLE DISH&lt;br /&gt;PLACE TATER TOTS ON TOP,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;COMPLETELY&lt;/span&gt; COVER TOP.&lt;br /&gt;PLACE IN OVEN @ 350 FOR 45 MINUTES AND SERVE HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE AND DELISH! JUST THOUGHT I WOULD PASS IT ALONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-1700554947109339216?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/1700554947109339216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=1700554947109339216&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1700554947109339216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1700554947109339216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-many-ways-can-you-cook-hamburger.html' title='How many ways can you cook hamburger meat??'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-6819256741995741456</id><published>2009-01-12T14:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:51:58.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Through it All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Need a good &lt;em&gt;come to Jesus meeting???? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I urge you to take 5 minutes out of your busy busy day and listen and watch this video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dwayne came across it yesterday on youtube and told me to listen to it and I have not been able to get it off my mind since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is amazing how God works. HE IS SUCH A ON TIME GOD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a wonderful- heartfelt church service yesterday and this song was just the confirmation that God was in our midst and working in our lives and HE knew exactly what was to come for the rest of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May this song bless you as much as it has me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first song you all probably know. I need thee every hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last song is so simple and true and is called Through it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2ULhi1szjk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2ULhi1szjk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/8385854658182612592-6819256741995741456?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/6819256741995741456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=6819256741995741456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/6819256741995741456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/6819256741995741456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/01/through-it-all.html' title='Through it All'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-1630529114785183294</id><published>2009-01-02T12:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:01:58.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fPhoto friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV5jcLKIA2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Oc6JR4KRhBc/s1600-h/fPhotoFriday226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286772348262286178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV5jcLKIA2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Oc6JR4KRhBc/s320/fPhotoFriday226.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV5jJ00hG5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ci2jMdb9oY4/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286772033028430738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV5jJ00hG5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ci2jMdb9oY4/s320/DSC01391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this pic. He is looking at me as if he was offended because I kissed him. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the night of Alayna's sleepover and I let the girls put  makeup on me. So the black and white is for a reason. (to cover up the hidious makeover)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taken with a sony cybershot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In automatic setting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV5i1vTG7AI/AAAAAAAAAH0/rV6twznl9xQ/s1600-h/fPhotoFriday226.jpg"&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-1630529114785183294?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/1630529114785183294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=1630529114785183294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1630529114785183294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1630529114785183294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/01/fphoto-friday.html' title='fPhoto friday'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV5jcLKIA2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Oc6JR4KRhBc/s72-c/fPhotoFriday226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-8941759752894482299</id><published>2009-01-02T09:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:17:03.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been tagged!</title><content type='html'>Let's play a little game shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SCATTERGORIES&lt;/span&gt;.. it's harder than it looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Link to this post, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag 10 people including the one that sent this to you.Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following. They have to be real places, names, things. Nothing made up!&lt;br /&gt; Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial.. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;And you can not use the same word twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name Holly BOY NAME:Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 LETTER WORD:Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL NAME: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hayli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCCUPATION: Housewife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A COLOR: Hot Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING YOU WEAR:Hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEVERAGE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD:Ham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: Hair Brush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PLACE : Hoover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON FOR BEING LATE: Hung over (never been my excuse, i promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING YOU SHOUT: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody and everybody feel free to join in and play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-8941759752894482299?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/8941759752894482299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=8941759752894482299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/8941759752894482299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/8941759752894482299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been tagged!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-7304115403191096047</id><published>2008-12-31T19:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:15:38.906-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have awesome plans to ring in the New Year but........... I don't.  ha and I don't care. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; enjoying myself. I have been in my P J's most of the day and now we all are lounging and most of us have clothes on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  (I am talking about the girls not my hubby)&lt;br /&gt;I do put clothes on my girls but if you just knew how most of our suppers at the kitchen table go you would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our night will go something like this, go to Bowen's to get a milkshake and bed by 9:00. Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;! The simple life.  I am sure next year we will have something real important to go to. (&lt;em&gt;fat chance&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you next year. HA HA.  &lt;em&gt;I know corny but I had to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-7304115403191096047?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/7304115403191096047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=7304115403191096047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/7304115403191096047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/7304115403191096047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-4822200420813989400</id><published>2008-12-29T15:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:15:44.966-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2008'/><title type='text'>Christmas 08</title><content type='html'>WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS!!&lt;br /&gt;I must say we had a great one. It was rush, rush, rush but it was peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa was good to the girls and gave them most everything they asked for and for me and Dwayne.... we got a candy cane in our stockings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; (better than last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year felt more like Christmas as a kid to me. We had our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hammonds&lt;/span&gt; get together at Maw Maw's this year. The past few years we felt that we had out grown her house and that she would feel better if she didn't have to worry about anything at her house.&lt;br /&gt;I think all went well and I hope having it at her house made her happy too.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know that her mind has been slipping the past year or so. It is so sad!!&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much and have so many good memories of her and being at her house. It is just hard to handle watching her slowing getting worse. She is still the same most of the time, with a great since of humor but she may repeat something that has been on her mind 5 or 6 times in a 30 min. span.&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have a Godly grandmother that loves her family and everyone else just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following Maw Maw's we went to my mom and dad's to let the kids exchange gifts. Aubree got the cutest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;baby doll&lt;/span&gt; ( 1 of 8 she got for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;). It is so lifelike. It drinks water, burps, goes to sleep and when woke up she cries real tears.&lt;br /&gt;Santa brought her a life size barbie and I thought she would love it but it scared her instead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I guess it was just a little too life like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt; loved her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heely's&lt;/span&gt; even though she don't know how to use them yet.&lt;br /&gt;This was a fun Christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with a few pics of our Christmas 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SVu1_vDrnlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/R4JukqxWZ6A/s1600-h/IMG_3138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286018694217702994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SVu1_vDrnlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/R4JukqxWZ6A/s320/IMG_3138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tea party anyone????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SVu0YqIAS7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/e4rl8g8GWxI/s1600-h/IMG_3123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286016923367132082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SVu0YqIAS7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/e4rl8g8GWxI/s320/IMG_3123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dwayne reading the Christmas story at the Chapmans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SVuztEuvIZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EaJv52usPmY/s1600-h/IMG_3105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286016174594662802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SVuztEuvIZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EaJv52usPmY/s320/IMG_3105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dwayne and his three girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SVuzXmZ6niI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FkuDkMPWKCw/s1600-h/IMG_3091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286015805677018658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SVuzXmZ6niI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FkuDkMPWKCw/s320/IMG_3091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SVuzAWqc6CI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5vuGgHm_8P8/s1600-h/IMG_3086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286015406314416162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SVuzAWqc6CI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5vuGgHm_8P8/s320/IMG_3086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves that baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SVuyoVH9jVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J5x_7GmYTKg/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286014993584459090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SVuyoVH9jVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J5x_7GmYTKg/s320/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/8385854658182612592-4822200420813989400?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/4822200420813989400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=4822200420813989400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4822200420813989400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4822200420813989400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-08.html' title='Christmas 08'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SVu1_vDrnlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/R4JukqxWZ6A/s72-c/IMG_3138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-2666367687483393397</id><published>2008-12-20T08:54:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:24:23.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tour Of Homes 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0VQ76s6xI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KznCaNglEQk/s1600-h/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281901318681455378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0VQ76s6xI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KznCaNglEQk/s320/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LITTLE SNOWMAN FAMILY. I GOT THIS A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO AND THOUGHT IT WAS JUST TOO CUTE.  IT WAS A BARGAIN. I THINK I PAID 2 OR 3 DOLLARS FOR IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0VAttFPxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EJl4vh3RCms/s1600-h/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281901039988326162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0VAttFPxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EJl4vh3RCms/s320/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I DECORATE THE BATHROOM TOO.  THIS LITTLE TREE IS SO PRETTY LIT UP. IT WORKED JUST THE OTHER DAY AND WHEN I WENT TO PLUG IT UP FOR THE PIC IT WOULD NOT WORK. &lt;strong&gt;GRRRR! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0UwLXse8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/JVeA8YONbn8/s1600-h/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281900755893910466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0UwLXse8I/AAAAAAAAAGs/JVeA8YONbn8/s320/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THIS IS MY COLUMN OF PICTURES AND CHRISTMAS CARDS. I LOVE TO DISPLAY ALL MY CARDS AND PICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0UCyLUw4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/27QhPyVJTHs/s1600-h/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281899976037024642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0UCyLUw4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/27QhPyVJTHs/s320/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS AUBREE'S TREE.  ALAYNA HAS ONE VERY SIMILAR BUT THE LIGHTS STOPPED WORKING ON IT THIS YEAR TOO SO I LEFT IT OUT OF THE PICTURES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE BLUE BALLS THAT YOU SEE ARE DISNEY CHARACTERS AND THEY CHANGE COLORS. THEY ARE PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0Sl5uwT7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/j4Fkobmm4aA/s1600-h/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281898380336844722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0Sl5uwT7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/j4Fkobmm4aA/s320/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY HUTCH IN THE BREAKFAST ROOM. ALL MY LITTLE NIC NAC'S JUST GOT PUT HERE BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW WERE TO PUT THEM AND THEN I DECIDED TO PUT LIGHTS ON THE TABLE. I THOUGHT IT TURNED OUT CUTE TO BE LAST MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0SRU5LIzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y7FMO_PLLB8/s1600-h/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281898026851050290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0SRU5LIzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/y7FMO_PLLB8/s320/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TREE.......  I LOVE THIS TREE. MAINLY BECAUSE I HAVE ONLY HAD TO DECORATE IT ONCE IN ABOUT 6 YEARS.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LEAVE IT DECORATED AND MOVE IT UP TO THE ATTIC EVERY YEAR AND BRING IT BACK DOWN JUST THE SAME. I ADD SOME NEW ORNAMENTS EACH YEAR OF THE KIDS BUT OTHER THAN THAT IT IS THE SAME.  I AM SURE I WILL GET TIRED OF IT AT SOMETIME BUT FOR NOW  I STILL LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0RxSXlg7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2ELdFUr6sQM/s1600-h/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281897476417487794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0RxSXlg7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2ELdFUr6sQM/s320/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A STOCKING HUNG FOR EVERYONE BUT MOM AND DAD'D USUALLY ARE EMPTY ON CHRISTMAS MORNING. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0RgC30FbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/M-jXFTp9RBQ/s1600-h/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281897180199916978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0RgC30FbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/M-jXFTp9RBQ/s320/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THESE LITTLE TREES ARE SO PRETTY. IT REMINDS ME OF A WINTER WONDERLAND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS FOR VISITING MY HOME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A VERY MERRY &lt;em&gt;CHRIST&lt;/em&gt;MAS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To participate or just to partake in the Christmas Tour Of Homes, visit &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://boomama.net/"&gt;BooMama&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-2666367687483393397?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/2666367687483393397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=2666367687483393397&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2666367687483393397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2666367687483393397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tour-of-homes-2008.html' title='Christmas Tour Of Homes 2008'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0VQ76s6xI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KznCaNglEQk/s72-c/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-1032005179077201418</id><published>2008-12-20T08:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:53:42.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fPhoto Friday or Saturday for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0D625UMNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RSmiSalCZg4/s1600-h/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281882247678669010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0D625UMNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RSmiSalCZg4/s320/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOOK AT THOSE BIG BROWN EYES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0DtGSCBEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6ODLmGMfYIE/s1600-h/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281882011290698818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0DtGSCBEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6ODLmGMfYIE/s320/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS IS OUR CAT MO. BLESS HIS HEART!!! HE IS THE BEST CAT IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND IF HE HAD ANY SENSE HE WOULD RUN AS FAR AWAY FROM OUR HOUSE AND NEVER LOOK BACK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOME OF YALL HEARD THE OTHER NIGHT,OUR STORY ABOUT GETTING TURNED DOWN TO ADOPT A CAT. WELL......... THIS MIGHT BE WHY!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE PLAY WITH OUR CATS AS IF THEY WERE BABY DOLLS.  BUT HEY, IF THE STUPID CAT LAYS THERE AND WEARS THE SANTA HAT THEN I THINK HE ENJOYS IT, EVEN THOUGH HIS FACE DON'T SHOW IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0Da2iG2vI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ARZ7TsR5XyI/s1600-h/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281881697825512178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0Da2iG2vI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ARZ7TsR5XyI/s320/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MO'S FACIAL EXPRESSION IS PRICELESS.  I AM SURE IN HIS MIND HE WAS SAYING CAT CUSS WORDS.  IT'S A GREAT PIC OF ALAYNA THOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0C_SyXV9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/TTq5-gkgkv8/s1600-h/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281881224373557202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0C_SyXV9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/TTq5-gkgkv8/s320/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS ANOTHER NIGHT, THE GIRLS PUT A TEDDY BEAR SWEATER ON HIM.&lt;em&gt;  IT FIT JUST PERFECT!   I THINK THE COLOR BRINGS OUT THE COLOR OF HIS EYES, DON'T YOU??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE LOVE OUR CATS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0Ckg8nRcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GVd3Uh7u8Ks/s1600-h/fPhotoFriday226.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://marriedtothepreacher.blogspot.com/2008/10/fphoto-friday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8385854658182612592-1032005179077201418?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/1032005179077201418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=1032005179077201418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1032005179077201418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1032005179077201418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/12/fphoto-friday-or-saturday-for-me.html' title='fPhoto Friday or Saturday for me.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SU0D625UMNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RSmiSalCZg4/s72-c/dec08+alaynaschoolparty-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-7302087651767591171</id><published>2008-12-18T14:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:04:08.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the loop!!</title><content type='html'>So, I have been out  of the loop for a whole week.    Meaning, my computer got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' virus &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN!!  So, I had to get my pooter fixed as Aubree would say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very behind in blog world. I have so much to catch up on and tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; about. I love the tour of homes thing. I have to do that but I must say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deedra&lt;/span&gt; is the bomb. I haven't had time to look at any others but hers was beautiful.  I love decorating, if only I had money running out my ears, I would have something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;christmasy&lt;/span&gt; in every corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go for now, I have a trillion things to do before Alayna gets home (in like 10 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-7302087651767591171?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/7302087651767591171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=7302087651767591171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/7302087651767591171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/7302087651767591171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-of-loop.html' title='Out of the loop!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-3280791517579615457</id><published>2008-12-08T18:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:23:23.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleurisy</title><content type='html'>In case, you don't know what Pleurisy is, like I didn't, I googled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pleurisy SymptomsYou can have many symptoms with pleurisy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emedicinehealth.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=58673"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chest pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: This is the most common &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emedicinehealth.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=5610"&gt;&lt;em&gt;symptom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. The pain is generally a sharp, stabbing pain, but may also be a dull &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emedicinehealth.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=23282"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ache&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; or a burning &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emedicinehealth.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=15731"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sensation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. It is usually worse when you take a deep breath, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emedicinehealth.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=2852"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, or move around. The pain is usually better if you take shallow breaths or lie on the side that hurts. Chest pain is what usually causes people with pleurisy to seek medical attention. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, if you have ever had Pleurisy you will know what I am talking about, if not you don't want to know. &lt;strong&gt;Cause....... &lt;/strong&gt;IT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HUURRTTSS&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had this cough and congestion that just will not go away, so, I finally decide to go to the doctor because my back and side was hurting when I would cough.  The doctor just thought it was a pulled muscle from coughing. (this was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;) Each day the pain in my side was getting worse, even on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;antibiotics&lt;/span&gt;. So, the doc calls in pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and orders an x-ray on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;I have to go all weekend long &lt;em&gt;not knowing &lt;/em&gt;what is wrong because the docs office closed early and nobody bothered to call and let me know what the x-ray showed.  (luckily it was clear)&lt;br /&gt;So, today I go back to the doctor to let him tell me what everybody else had been telling me it was.  He told me nothing really would fix it but time and then turned around and gave me three different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. Which, I am not going to take because I hate taking medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was pretty tough when it comes to pain (well minor pain).  I always look when I get shots or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I V's&lt;/span&gt;. None of that stuff has ever bothered me. I like giving blood, it just don't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNTIL...... &lt;/strong&gt;this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;piercing&lt;/span&gt;/stabbing pain I have had in my side for 5 days. I am here to tell you it hurts and it hurts bad. If I didn't have to cough or breathe for that matter, I would feel just fine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would update all those that have wished me well. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-3280791517579615457?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/3280791517579615457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=3280791517579615457&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3280791517579615457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3280791517579615457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/12/pleurisy.html' title='Pleurisy'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-5855955056761991641</id><published>2008-12-05T15:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:44:02.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fPhoto Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/STme_4ocxFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JZdjUKgG-p8/s1600-h/1017081833a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276423258812236882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/STme_4ocxFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JZdjUKgG-p8/s320/1017081833a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is just too funny to Not put on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/STmeYLdOKuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jYltf7Rabik/s1600-h/DSC01178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276422576670649058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/STmeYLdOKuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jYltf7Rabik/s320/DSC01178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt;, Aubree, and Paisley having fun in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/STmeAmioyuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iqdw6FYNt4A/s1600-h/DSC01171_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276422171624262370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/STmeAmioyuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iqdw6FYNt4A/s320/DSC01171_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kyler&lt;/span&gt; Playing in the snow. &lt;br /&gt;Please visit Natalie at &lt;a href="http://www.marriedtothepreacher.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.marriedtothepreacher.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fPhoto&lt;/span&gt; Friday's. Thanks Natalie for hosting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will, if I ever find out what is causing this terrible pain in my side. Hopefully I will get the results from my x-rays today if not, Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-5855955056761991641?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/5855955056761991641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=5855955056761991641&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/5855955056761991641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/5855955056761991641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/12/fphoto-friday.html' title='fPhoto Friday'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/STme_4ocxFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JZdjUKgG-p8/s72-c/1017081833a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-4674436894586749282</id><published>2008-11-25T12:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:18:34.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SANTA CLAUSE</title><content type='html'>Well, it is that time of year again!!! Almost Christmas!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yippee&lt;/span&gt;! (well maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found out that Christmas was so much more fun as a kid. Anybody know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All kids have to worry about is if they get what they asked for from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; and well the parents have countless things to worry about like......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to cook for the 1,2,-10 places we have to go for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go grocery shopping the whole month of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; for things you have to cook. (and still forget some ingredients and realize it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; day when the store is closed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remembered&lt;/span&gt; to get everyone a gift that is on my list? (oh, how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; that is to forget)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Santa Clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't buy too much for the kids or they will be spoiled but don't buy too little or they will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping and shopping for things that are on the kids list.(even though they won't play with it after Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who is going to be mad at who this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Having to go to family gatherings and talk to people you only see once a year and act like you are the happiest person ever and have the most perfect life. (I don't do that! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with your husband because he just don't understand what &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;as &lt;strong&gt;women&lt;/strong&gt; go through during the holidays. All he thinks has to be done is just get ready and go 10 minutes before time to be there. &lt;em&gt;I told him a couple of weeks ago that this year I was not going to be a scrooge. I told him in so many words that it is his fault that I am a big _ _ _ _ _ during the holidays. If I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have to tell him when to get ready,to turn that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; off so he can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;acknowledge&lt;/span&gt; that I am speaking, to help dress the two kids we made together,to not wash the car as we are walking out the door or any other thing that has needed to be done for weeks. ( he does that all the time, when we have somewhere to be is when he decides to do something.) &lt;strong&gt;That kills me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, enough already. I didn't mean for this blog to be bash husband day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may just be me but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; can be really stressful. I have told myself, this year I am going to be better and not let things get to me. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Santa Clause..... This year we are really into playing Santa Clause up. With girls 5 and 2 they are really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; and wishing hard. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has already wrote 3 letters to Santa. &lt;em&gt;Because she will not sit in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Santas&lt;/span&gt; lap. She was so excited this year because she knows how to write and does not have to go see Santa.&lt;/em&gt; She thinks she can write as many as she wants because her daddy delivers the mail and can send it straight to Santa. She is finding new stuff everyday she wants and will ask if she can write Santa another letter. I say sure, its not too late. Dwayne is loving it because he is having to find somewhere to hide the letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Clause has really paid off when it comes to Aubree. She has been doing #1 in the potty for a long time but when it comes to #2 she would still want to go in a pull up. (why I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;She was up at her Maw Maw's one day and she told her that if she would do #2 in the potty that Santa would bring her a baby doll. So, I kept it going at home and &lt;strong&gt;it has worked.&lt;/strong&gt; It has been 3 weeks and she is still pull up free.   A little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bribery&lt;/span&gt; is not so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; is not about giving gifts and I try not to get caught up in all the "gotta give the best gift thing". After all it is Jesus' s Birthday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Giving gifts can turn into something Christmas is not even about. It can be so stressful that you can't even enjoy spending time with people you love.&lt;br /&gt;My goal this year is to do everything I do out of true genuine love from my heart and not just because it is the thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I sound like I don't enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. I really do. I love for it to come and I am glad when it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I must say..... Merry Christmas!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; (I do mean it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-4674436894586749282?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/4674436894586749282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=4674436894586749282&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4674436894586749282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4674436894586749282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/11/santa-clause.html' title='SANTA CLAUSE'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-6816083063265319319</id><published>2008-11-21T14:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:24:58.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peppermint Bark</title><content type='html'>What are your favorite goodies around the holidays????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MINE IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GHIRARDELLI&lt;/span&gt; PEPPERMINT BARK. &lt;em&gt;YUMMY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not tried it, YOU MUST.  It only comes out around Christmas so you &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; stock up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is next week and Christmas is just around the corner and I have been thinking about what I am going to cook.&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me, every year I want to make something new to carry to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;togethers&lt;/span&gt;. (I get tired of the same old thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angels are fixing up goodies to put in baskets for the elderly and I was racking my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Then..... my good friend Amy sent me this email of all kinds of recipes.  The website is &lt;a href="http://www.northpole.com/"&gt;www.northpole.com&lt;/a&gt; . Thought I would pass it along so you all could enjoy it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-6816083063265319319?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/6816083063265319319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=6816083063265319319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/6816083063265319319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/6816083063265319319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/11/peppermint-bark.html' title='Peppermint Bark'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-1467008780469752512</id><published>2008-11-21T14:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:34:18.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fphoto friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SSca-K7dW_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Gj_JehSd3oM/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271211544248409074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SSca-K7dW_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Gj_JehSd3oM/s320/DSC01432.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;Don't we all have memories of playing in leaves:)&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SScajfran7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/N6SU6Xz8K_4/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271211085961797554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SScajfran7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/N6SU6Xz8K_4/s320/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a tree in my mom's backyard. Isn't it breath taking!&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/8385854658182612592-1467008780469752512?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/1467008780469752512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=1467008780469752512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1467008780469752512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1467008780469752512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/11/fphoto-friday.html' title='fphoto friday'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SSca-K7dW_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Gj_JehSd3oM/s72-c/DSC01432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-4500505160768019115</id><published>2008-11-13T19:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:05:41.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 year Reunion</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I am not old enough to have been out of school 10 years but next year it will be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of us are trying to plan a 10 year reunion and want it to be a good one, since we didn't have 5 year reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas please let me know!  I am up for anything. As far as, how to decorate, where to have it, and anything I wouldn't know as a first timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-4500505160768019115?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/4500505160768019115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=4500505160768019115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4500505160768019115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4500505160768019115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-year-reunion.html' title='10 year Reunion'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-2289812395212835456</id><published>2008-11-09T17:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:37:58.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I am addicted.</title><content type='html'>TO EBAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YALL&lt;/span&gt;, MY GOAL IS THAT EBAY IS GONNA BUY ME SOME HARDWOOD FLOORS FOR THE GIRLS BEDROOMS. (lets all keep your fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this new found passion for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ebaying&lt;/span&gt; all my yard sale stuff that is just sitting up stairs getting dusty.&lt;br /&gt;I have always wondered about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ebaying&lt;/span&gt; stuff but never took the time to actually do it.&lt;br /&gt;I actually failed the first couple of times because my stuff did not sell, I was bummed and gave up for a while. Now, I guess I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt;' good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago is when i really got addicted. I put a Gap wool skirt on there that I had had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 6 years that sold for $20.50 not counting shipping. I thought I was rich!!  Right then and there I decided everything in my attic was gonna be on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eBay&lt;/span&gt;. (not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anybody that needs some extra cash, now you know my secret... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;EBay&lt;/span&gt;. You can do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, I am married to Dave Ramsey himself I had to find my own way to save up for some hardwood floors, that would never be in our &lt;em&gt;budget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have seen our carpet you would be donating to my fund!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpet and kids just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' mix!!&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid enough to put hardwood everywhere except the bedrooms when we built thinking.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt;, I don't want the kids to have to play on a hard surface or them to fall off and hit there head. (they will survive)  My carpet didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Aubree not going to the bathroom to do #2 for almost a week really did it for the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was the first time I had ever given my kid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mira lax&lt;/span&gt; and was not sure how it would affect her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she went 2 days straight and since she was potty training and had panties on, most of the #2 ended up on the carpet.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, of all places in the house, why couldn't she just poop on the hardwood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually showed her.... see, hardwood....carpet, if you can't control it use it on the hardwood not the carpet. Poor thing, those big brown eyes just looking at me like I am crazy. Like she wanted her beige carpet to be brown. (forever)&lt;br /&gt;I think by the end of the week she had stained every carpet we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I KNOW, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;YALL&lt;/span&gt; ARE ALL THINKING.... I AM NEVER GOING TO HER HOUSE OR STEP FOOT ON HER CARPET!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise it has been cleaned numerous of times but it does no good.   I refuse to give anymore money to the so called professionals. &lt;strong&gt;THE STAINS ALWAYS COME BACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE FEEL FREE TO DONATE TO THE H.C. CARPET FUND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-2289812395212835456?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/2289812395212835456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=2289812395212835456&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2289812395212835456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2289812395212835456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-i-am-addicted.html' title='I think I am addicted.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-1301301341197825901</id><published>2008-11-09T16:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:05:06.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo Hooo! A Federal Holiday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is anyone looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to Veteran's Day like I am.?????&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, I do love and respect all Veterans but my love for this day is for something else this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DWAYNE GETS A DAY OFF!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, you all must be thinking I'm nuts to want a day off with Dwayne so bad but......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been a year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This month is one year that he has been working 6 days a week at the P.O. That means he has only had Sundays off and Federal holidays which, is far and few in between. If he is sick throwing up or got a broke leg he would still have to be there. (no kidding) Nobody knows his route besides him. Ya know, rain, sleet, snow, or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hell &lt;/strong&gt;the mail must go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't want to sound like I am downing his job by no means but hey after a year...... somethings gotta give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All I am asking for is a weekend with all four of us in the smokies. Is that too much to ask???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What I really want is a week at the beach or Disney World but I don't want to ask for too much right now! Maybe next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been dealing good most of the year and looking at it as a blessing while enjoying the extra money but now &lt;em&gt;I am loosing it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especially, with the holidays coming up. I would like to have him around a little bit more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although, I know what will happen.... He will be home 2 days in a row and I will be ready for him to go back to work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&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/8385854658182612592-1301301341197825901?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/1301301341197825901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=1301301341197825901&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1301301341197825901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1301301341197825901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/11/whoo-hooo-federal-holiday.html' title='Whoo Hooo! A Federal Holiday.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-2781265269718032891</id><published>2008-11-04T20:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:09:55.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting with the poots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OHHHH&lt;/span&gt;, HOW AUBREE CAN MAKE MY FACE TURN 3 SHADES OF RED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tell Aubree early this morning that we needed to get ready so we can go vote. She didn't forget. All day she said, you ready go vote.  I think she was more excited than I was.&lt;br /&gt;So, after her nap we go and vote.  She is always a hit at the town hall. Everyone just loves to talk to her and tell her how cute she is.  She likes to play the shy game and lay her head on me like she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, we all know the truth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take our ballot to the back room where there is two other men (one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to be my neighbor and one of A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;layna's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bff's&lt;/span&gt; dad). The other I didn't know and hope to never see again :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Aubree in my lap trying to make sure I mark the right circle when I feel/hear her roll one off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a minute, surely that wasn't her...... well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt; I just felt it on my leg. So, I say well Aubree, excuse you.  While R. says Holly excuse you!  I am trying to get myself under control and say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt;, Aubree your dad is gonna be so proud.  Those men laughed and agreed. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I voted for after that. I was just trying to get out of there and get finished without losing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DID GET THE PRESIDENT RIGHT BEFORE I LOST ALL TRAIN OF THOUGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-2781265269718032891?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/2781265269718032891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=2781265269718032891&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2781265269718032891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2781265269718032891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/11/voting-with-poots.html' title='Voting with the poots!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-1966120773353117339</id><published>2008-11-04T11:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:54:25.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School and no nap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SINCE, THEY DON'T HAVE NAPS ANYMORE IN KINDERGARTEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SRCDZ09VrzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cW-PbvL1lFg/s1600-h/halloween08-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264852444131995442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SRCDZ09VrzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cW-PbvL1lFg/s320/halloween08-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I WAS IN THE KITCHEN FIXING SUPPER AND HAD BEEN TALKING TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALAYNA&lt;/span&gt; AND NEXT THING I KNOW SHE IS QUIET. I LOOK IN THE LIVING ROOM AND SHE IS LAID UP ON THE COUCH LIKE THAT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE SHE COULD FALL ASLEEP THAT WAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW THAT IS WHAT I CALLED TIRED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT IS SO SAD THAT THESE POOR LITTLE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KINDERGARTNERS&lt;/span&gt; ARE FORCED TO GROW UP SO FAST AND NOT GET A NAP AT SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-1966120773353117339?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/1966120773353117339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=1966120773353117339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1966120773353117339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1966120773353117339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-and-no-nap.html' title='School and no nap!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SRCDZ09VrzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cW-PbvL1lFg/s72-c/halloween08-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-1952263538599768988</id><published>2008-11-04T10:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:13:31.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SRB8Gn0sDxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iKaHKWVUuC8/s1600-h/halloween08-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264844417607143186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SRB8Gn0sDxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iKaHKWVUuC8/s320/halloween08-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SRB7xIYca-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/56MYwBvPflM/s1600-h/halloween08-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264844048389925858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SRB7xIYca-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/56MYwBvPflM/s320/halloween08-51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to be a black cat but I think there was one too many out on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SRB7gfIMhEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yEPnjpTowo8/s1600-h/halloween08-47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264843762438014018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SRB7gfIMhEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yEPnjpTowo8/s320/halloween08-47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil looking witch with her black cat.   ( she really got into her costume)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SRB7JG5ed-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/4RaJ3kpYbPg/s1600-h/halloween08-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264843360796833762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SRB7JG5ed-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/4RaJ3kpYbPg/s320/halloween08-45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are, ready to go trick or treating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year was so fun, I didn't have to tote anybody around the whole time. They are old enough to actually know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; is all about and really enjoy going door to door to get more candy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We only had one cry the whole night. (that is good for us)  We went to our normals first, my Maw Maw's and then through the neighborhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is one house that most of you all know, that really goes all out.(&lt;strong&gt; I love it&lt;/strong&gt;) Decorations in the yard, spider webs all over the porch and this year, 3 scary men sitting on benches out in the yard. (2 of them real) one of them was my nephew that has been waiting years to be big enough to scare the daylights out of people. ( well he did)  My precious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The scary men did not move a muscle when we walked up, not wanting to scare the little ones, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt; was convinced they were not real.   We all walk up to the porch to get our candy when B. gets up off the bench and walks up slowly behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt;. I knew it was B. so I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt; look, well she freaks! &lt;strong&gt;Forget the candy!&lt;/strong&gt;  She made a few circles around her daddy, while holding back tears and ran to the car.  The whole time I am saying, It's just B.  She didn't care nor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; me. Dwayne followed her to the car and she lost it!!!  She got in the car and I had to bring her candy to her.  B. did a great job as a monster. I think if he didn't scare anyone else that night, he was pleased with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alayna's&lt;/span&gt; reaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now Aubree, she loved the scary men. After we left, she kept saying, I want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; see the scary man. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt; yelling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nooooo&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the fun of Halloween!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SRB6j9E3xfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/D7LrCzzFnFI/s1600-h/halloween08-44.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8385854658182612592-1952263538599768988?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/1952263538599768988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=1952263538599768988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1952263538599768988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/1952263538599768988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-08.html' title='Halloween 08'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SRB8Gn0sDxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iKaHKWVUuC8/s72-c/halloween08-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-3882393061901653698</id><published>2008-11-04T10:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:34:48.614-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vote'/><title type='text'>GO VOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TODAY IS THE DAY AMERICA HAS BEEN WAITING FOR. &lt;strong&gt;GO VOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BUT MOST OF ALL PRAY BEFORE YOU GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I THINK THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE EVER BEEN NERVOUS OF THE OUTCOME OF A PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I KNOW IT IS IN GOD'S HANDS NO MATTER WHAT&lt;strong&gt;.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;USE YOUR FREEDOM.  GO VOTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-3882393061901653698?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/3882393061901653698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=3882393061901653698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3882393061901653698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/3882393061901653698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-vote.html' title='GO VOTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-870190477005567685</id><published>2008-10-28T12:33:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:39:54.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FALL'/><title type='text'>PUMPKIN PATCH 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQeCD7WplkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tbVMhla-vCE/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch08-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317693589624386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQeCD7WplkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tbVMhla-vCE/s320/pumpkinpatch08-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQeB6YSE4UI/AAAAAAAAADs/dCL5lDThsvM/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch08-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317529556377922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQeB6YSE4UI/AAAAAAAAADs/dCL5lDThsvM/s320/pumpkinpatch08-33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQeBqo8vC8I/AAAAAAAAADk/_5wenCL1p5Y/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch08-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317259152362434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQeBqo8vC8I/AAAAAAAAADk/_5wenCL1p5Y/s320/pumpkinpatch08-31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ONE OF OUR FAVORITE THINGS OF FALL (LIKE MANY OTHERS AROUND HERE) IS&lt;br /&gt;GOING TO THE PUMPKIN PATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AS THE GIRLS GET OLDER THEY HAVE MORE FUN EACH YEAR. I DO TOO!!! WATCHING THEM LAUGH AND SMILE AT EACH OTHER AND RUN TO EVERYTHING THERE TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR WE WENT WITH THE OTHER TWIN AND FAMILY AND OUR GOOD FRIENDS FROM GEORGIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; WE WENT ON ONE OF THE COLDEST DAYS OF THE SEASON AND TO MAKE IT WORSE, WE GOT THERE RIGHT AT DARK. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OOOSSSHHEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LUCKILY, I BROUGHT A COUPLE OF BLANKETS FOR THE HAYRIDE BUT WE STILL FROZE. BUT THAT DIDN'T KEEP US FROM HAVING FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINGERTIPS AND TOES FROZE, WE ALL HOP OFF AND RUN TO FIND THE BIGGEST AND BEST PUMPKIN OUT THERE. I AM TAKING PICTURES OF ALL THE KIDS AND THEIR PUMPKINS WHEN AUBREE SAYS I GOTTA PEE PEE. (great, we are in the middle of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Field&lt;/span&gt;,what am i gonna do?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQeBUW7EeyI/AAAAAAAAADc/VeSTtteCNFM/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch08-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262316876356418338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQeBUW7EeyI/AAAAAAAAADc/VeSTtteCNFM/s320/pumpkinpatch08-38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAH&lt;/span&gt;, SHE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PEED&lt;/span&gt; IN THE PUMPKIN PATCH.!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; HEY, IF YOU GOTTA GO YOU GOTTA GO. (ESPECIALLY IF YOUR MOM JUST GOT YOU POTTY TRAINED.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE IS NO MAKING A BABY WAIT IF SHE JUST STARTED WEARING PANTIES OUT IN PUBLIC.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PERSONALLY, I WOULD RATHER PEE IN A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FIELD&lt;/span&gt; THAN THE PORT A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JON'S&lt;/span&gt; BACK AT THE PATCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND THE PORT-A-POTTY.   NO---- IT'S NOT AUBREE IT WAS A SET OF 31 YEAR OLD TWINS AND TODD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQdlvs_McJI/AAAAAAAAADU/FWgVNLYTt_Q/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch08-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOR TODD, I KNOW HE IS REGRETTING EVER BEING OUR FRIENDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, HE HAS TO GO REALLY BAD AND ITS EITHER A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FIELD&lt;/span&gt; (OUT IN THE OPEN) OR THE PORT A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;JON'S&lt;/span&gt;. SO, THE PORT A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;JON'S&lt;/span&gt; IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLESS HIS HEART, HE TRIES TO COME OUT AND THE DOOR WON'T OPEN. (WONDER WHY?)   THE TWO 31 YEAR OLD TWINS ARE HOLDING THE DOOR SHUT AND BEGIN TO SHAKE IT BACK AND FORTH.  I THINK THE WHOLE PLACE CAN HEAR THEM LAUGHING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HYSTERICALLY&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODD STAYS PRETTY CALM AND TELLS THEM THAT THINGS ARE SPLASHING IN THERE THAT SHOULD NOT BE SPLASHING.  THEY EVENTUALLY LET HIM OUT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(THANK GOODNESS NOBODY WAS THROWN IN JAIL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE ALL HAD A GREAT TIME AND MADE SOME MEMORIES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( I HOPE  WE HAVEN'T LOST ANY FRIENDS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQdh5QNObhI/AAAAAAAAADM/sWapDLlK710/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch08-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQdhsmZPCOI/AAAAAAAAADE/l4MehiIDy08/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch08-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQdhYJzXyPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YGI9c9En8dI/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch08-31.jpg"&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQdhI2XhChI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XZO8k0ACTr4/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch08-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQdfIWBcGpI/AAAAAAAAACk/LZYrLZ4jBjo/s1600-h/pumpkinpatch08-37.jpg"&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;div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-870190477005567685?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/870190477005567685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=870190477005567685&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/870190477005567685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/870190477005567685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch-08.html' title='PUMPKIN PATCH 08'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SQeCD7WplkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tbVMhla-vCE/s72-c/pumpkinpatch08-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-4322093310569574074</id><published>2008-10-27T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:32:13.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERVENTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DID ANYONE SEE THE SHOW INTERVENTION LAST NIGHT ON THE A&amp;amp;E CHANNEL??????????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE SHOW IS WHERE FAMILIES WITH LOVED ONES THAT ARE ADDICTED TO SOMETHING (DRUGS, ALCOHOL, IN THIS CASE DUSTER,OR ANYTHING ELSE) HIRE A PROFESSIONAL TO INTERVENE AND TRY TO HELP BY OFFERING THEM REHAB.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THESE FAMILIES HAVE TRIED ALL THEY CAN TO HELP THEM AND THE ADDICT WILL NOT TRY AND IS ON THE VERGE OF DEATH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DID YOU KNOW YOU COULD GET A HIGH FROM INHALING &lt;em&gt;DUSTER&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;( aerosol can that you use on your keyboard). I SURE DIDN'T KNOW THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YOUNG GIRL IN HER TWENTIES WHO SEEMED TO HAVE IT ALL THROUGHOUT HIGH SCHOOL AND MOST OF COLLEGE. SHE WAS A BEAUTIFUL GIRL, DARK HAIR DARK EYES, POPULAR. SHE WAS TOP IN HER CLASS, COULD PLAY MANY INSTRUMENTS, AND WENT ON TO COLLEGE TO DO GREAT THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN HER LAST YEAR OF COLLEGE SHE HAD A BOYFRIEND THAT INTRODUCED HER INHALENTS. SHE TRIED DUSTER ONE TIME AND WAS HOOKED.&lt;br /&gt;SHE BARELY GRADUATED AND WENT ON TO MARRY AND DIVORCE TWICE (DUE TO HER ADDICTION).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUSTER IS NOT ILLEGAL. SHE WOULD GO EVERYDAY AND BUY ALL THE STORE HAD. SHE WENT THROUGH 5-10 CANS A DAY. WHEN SHE WOULD RUN OUT OF MONEY TO BUY DUSTER SHE WOULD SELL HER BODY TO OLDER MEN. &lt;em&gt;how sad! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DUSTER GIVES YOU A HIGH FOR ABOUT FIVE MINUTES SO SHE WOULD DO IT ALL DAY LONG JUST SO SHE WOULD HAVE THAT HIGH. SHE CONSTANTLY HAD A CAN UP TO HER MOUTH, INHALING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT CAUSED CONVULCTIONS AND CAUSED HER TO LOOSE HER MIND. SHE ALSO HAD AN EATING DISORDER AND WAS A CUTTER. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEN SHE WAS HIGH SHE WAS SO OPEN TO VOICE HER REAL PAIN! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEN SHE WAS YOUNG, HER AND HER YOUNGER SISTER WERE MOLESTED. SHE TOLD HER MOTHER BUT HER MOTHER PLAYED IT OFF LIKE IT DIDN'T HAPPEN AND THAT CAUSED FAMILY PROBLEMS. SHORTLY AFTER THAT HER FATHER LEFT THEM AND NEVER SAID GOODBYE. SHE HAS'NT SEEN HIM SINCE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHE PLAINLY SAID ALL THAT IS WHY SHE IS LIKE THIS. SHE TURNED TO DUSTER TO FILL THE VOID IN HER LIFE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHE HAD TWO SISTERS THAT LOVED HER DEARLY AND WOULD COME CHECK ON HER EVERYDAY TO MAKE SURE SHE WAS STILL ALIVE. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEEING HER SISTER TAKING HER FOOD, TRYING TO MAKE HER EAT AND BEGGING HER TO STOP DOING THIS WAS SO HEARTBREAKING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM SO THANKFUL FOR MY SISTERS AND HOW AMAZINGLY BLESSED WE ARE TO HAVE NEVER HAD TO EXPERIENCE ANYTHING CLOSE TO THIS SITUATION.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS STORY JUST BROKE MY HEART AND MAKES ME REALLY THINK ABOUT THE REAL WORLD OUT THERE AND HOW SHELTERED I AM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE REALLY DO THIS STUFF. ITS NOT JUST ON TV. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AS I WAS WATCHING THIS, I WAS IMAGINING BEING THE MOTHER AND FEELING SO HELPLESS, WATCHING YOUR DAUGHTER SLOWLY DYING. ALL BECAUSE SHE WAS HURTING SO BAD INSIDE FROM HER CHILDHOOD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT TURNED OUT GOOD IN THE END. SHE ACCEPTED THEIR HELP AND WENT FOR TREATMENT. SHE HAS BEEN CLEAN SINCE MAY 08.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM &lt;/em&gt;SOO GUILTY FOR LIVING IN SUCH A "BUBBLE. I KNOW, STUFF LIKE THIS REALLY HAPPENS AND I HAVE HAD TIMES THAT I SHOULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING TO SOMEBODY BUT I HAVE LET IT GO AND NOT SAID ANYTHING. partly because i just didnt want to get involved, and fearing the more i knew the more i would be accountable for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE HAD FRIENDS AND A GOOD FRACTION OF MY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS THAT WAS ADDICTED TO DRUGS. I WANTED TO SAY SOMETHING TO THEM BUT DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO SAY. I DID PRAY FOR THEM. ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;TO MY KNOWLEDGE THEY ALL ARE DRUG FREE AND EVEN A COUPLE HAVE BEEN CALLED TO PREACH. WOW!!! EVEN WHEN WE DONT HAVE THE WORDS TO SAY WE CAN ALWAYS PRAY BECAUSE GOD KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT TO SAY AND DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT TO SAY, TO ME AND EVERYONE ELSE, IF YOU KNOW ANYONE WHO IS HURTING SO DEEP INSIDE AND YOU KNOW YOU NEED TO DO SOMETHING. &lt;strong&gt;DO IT. &lt;/strong&gt;WE ARE NOT PROMISED TOMORROW AND YOU DONT KNOW WHAT A KIND WORD OR ACTION WILL DO FOR THAT PERSON HURTING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-4322093310569574074?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/4322093310569574074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=4322093310569574074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4322093310569574074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4322093310569574074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/10/intervention.html' title='INTERVENTION'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-5993594402491801954</id><published>2008-10-17T14:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:33:33.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MARY ANN-ENOUGH SAID</title><content type='html'>I MENTIONED A COUPLE OF BLOGS AGO ABOUT MY SISTER M. A. GETTING DWAYNE GOOD. SO HERE GOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MARCH DAY,7 YEARS AGO, THE DAY WE HAD BEEN WAITING FOR. &lt;strong&gt;MOVING DAY.&lt;/strong&gt; FINALLY, WE WERE GETTING TO MOVE IN OUR NEW HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD BEEN MOVING ALL DAY AND HAD OUR GOOD FRIENDS COME OVER THAT NIGHT TO SEE EVERYTHING AND HANG OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE WERE SO EXCITED AND PROUD!&lt;/strong&gt; UNTIL, THE PHONE RINGS!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN STILL SEE IT. DWAYNE IS ON THE PHONE WHILE I AM CHATTING WITH OUR FRIENDS IN THE LIVING ROOM, OVERHEARING HIS TONE OF VOICE CHANGE. SO NOW OUR ATTENTION IS ON HIM, WONDERING WHAT IS GOING ON.&lt;br /&gt;HE KEEPS SAYING: IS THIS FOR REAL? NO ONE TOLD US THIS!&lt;br /&gt;THE WOMEN ON THE PHONE IS DEBBIE M. (MARY ANN'S FRIEND IN REAL ESTATE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE WAS GOOD! SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT TO SAY! &lt;/strong&gt;BUT IT WOULDN'T HAVE TOOK MUCH TO FOOL US. AT 24 AND 20 YEARS OLD WE WERE REAL GREEN TO THE REAL WORLD TO SAY THE LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CONVERSATION GOES LIKE THIS: DWAYNE- HELLO. DEBBIE M.- THIS IS D M WITH THE BANK OF DADE BRANCH IN NASHVILLE (SHE ASKS ALL KINDS OF ?S ABOUT OUR LOAN). DWAYNE IS ANSWERING EVERYTHING, VERY SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;SHE PROCEEDS TO TELL HIM THAT WE WERE NOT SUPOSE TO MOVE IN UNTIL OUR LOAN WAS CLOSED. DWAYNE SAYS WELL NOBODY TOLD US THAT. SHE EVEN SAYS, YOUR LOAN OFFICER EDDIE B. MUST HAVE FAILED TO TELL YOU BUT THAT IS OUR POLICIES. SHE USED ALL THESE BIG TERMS AND WAS ALL PROFESSIONAL AND KNEW INFO. ABOUT US THAT NOT JUST ANYBODY WOULD KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;SO DWAYNE IS ASKING, WELL WHAT ARE WE SUPOSE TO DO MOVE EVERYTHING BACK OUT? SHE SAYS YES. DWAYNE SAYS, WHAT ABOUT THE REFRIGERATOR? YES, EVEN THAT. THEN DWAYNE SAYS CAN WE MOVE EVERYTHING TO THE SIDE AND TAKE PICS AND THEN MOVE IT BACK. SHE SAYS, EVERYTHING HAS TO BE OUT BEFORE THEY COME AND INSPECT OR IT COULD TERMINATE OUR LOAN. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, DWAYNE GETS OFF THE PHONE WITH A SLIGHT PALE LOOK TO HIS FACE AND TELLS US ALL SHE SAID. I AM SURE WE WERE STARING BACK AT HIM WITH THIS DEER CAUGHT IN HEAD LIGHTS LOOK. I DONT THINK WE SAID A WORD BESIDES WHAT. I GO TO RAISING CANE AND THINKING OF EVERYTHING THAT WE WERE FIXING TO ENDURE. "&lt;em&gt;WE ARE GONNA BE HERE ALL NIGHT MOVING BACK OUT. " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORE I THINK ABOUT IT, I HAVE TO EXCUSE MYSELF TO MY BEDROOM TO SIT ALONE ON THE BED WITH TEARS IN MY EYES AND A SICKY FEELING IN MY STOMACH.&lt;br /&gt;OUR POOR FRIENDS, I KNOW THEY WERE THINKING...GREAT! WE JUST HAD TO COME OVER TONIGHT AND NOW WE ARE STUCK HERE TO HELP THEM MOVE OUT.&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAD JUST BUILT A HOUSE AND SAID THEY WERE NEVER TOLD THAT AND THEY MOVED IN BEFORE THEIR LOAN CLOSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, WHAT DO WE DO, WE CALL OUR LOAN OFFICER. &lt;strong&gt;DWAYNE CALLS HIM AT HOME!&lt;/strong&gt; HE TELLS HIM WE JUST RECEIVED A CALL FROM A DEBBIE M. WITH YOUR NASHVILLE OFFICE AND SHE TOLD US...... HE SAID, I DON'T KNOW A DEBBIE M. AND WE DON'T HAVE A NASHVILLE OFFICE. BY THIS TIME WE ARE SOOO CONFUSED.&lt;br /&gt;HE CONVINCES US THAT WE DONT HAVE TO MOVE OUT AND THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE. HE WOULD MAKE SOME PHONE CALLS AND FIND OUT IF ANYONE CALLED FROM HIS OFFICE. RIGHT BEFORE HE GETS OFF THE PHONE EDDIE ASKS, DO YOU KNOW ANYONE THAT WOULD TRICK YALL LIKE THIS? DWAYNE HOLDS THE PHONE AND ASKS ME, HOLLY DO WE KNOW ANYONE THAT WOULD TRICK US LIKE THIS?&lt;br /&gt;WE BOTH LOOK AT EACH OTHER AND IT HITS ME LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN. I YELL, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARY ANN!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOR EDDIE, WE HAD INTURRUPTED HIS NIGHT AT HOME WITH HIS FAMILY TO TROUBLE HIM OVER MY SISTERS PRANK. I THINK WHEN HE HEARD ME SAY MARY ANN HE UNDERSTOOD VERY WELL. THANK GOODNESS EDDIE IS A MAN WE KNOW OR THAT BANK WOULD HAVE CANCELLED OUR LOAN AND CALLED US CRAZY. HE KNEW MARY ANN WAS CAPABLE OF DOING SOMETHING LIKE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO AFTER WE FIGURE OUT THAT IT HAS TO MARY ANN BEHIND THIS. I CALL MOM AND ASK HER IF SHE HAD TALKED TO MARY TODAY. ( I KNEW MOM KNEW ALL ABOUT OUR LOAN BECAUSE WE LIVED WITH THEM FOR 4 MONTHS WHILE BUILDING) &lt;strong&gt;BLESS THEIR HEARTS! &lt;/strong&gt;I COULD TELL IN MOMS VOICE THAT SHE WAS LIEING. SHE COULDN'T LIE TO SAVE HER LIFE. SHE SAYS NOOO! SO I START TELLING HER ABOUT THE PHONE CALL WE GOT AND WHAT WE WERE GONNA HAVE TO DO. SHE STARTS CRACKING. I FINALLY SAID. IT WAS MARY WASN'T IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, WHEN MARY FOUND OUT THAT WE GOT EDDIE B. INVOLVED SHE ABOUT DIED AND WAS SO PROUD THAT HER EVIL PRANK WENT EVEN BETTER THAN PLANNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS SO PROUD BUT I THINK SHE FELT BAD THAT IT AFFECTED ME LIKE IT DID.&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHE STILL THOUGHT IT WAS THE BEST PRANK EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-5993594402491801954?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/5993594402491801954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=5993594402491801954&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/5993594402491801954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/5993594402491801954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/10/mary-ann-enough-said.html' title='MARY ANN-ENOUGH SAID'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-2795970117175010254</id><published>2008-10-16T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:49:18.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Yards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I KNOW, THEY ARE A LITTLE TO YOUNG TO BE ROLLING YARDS BUT...... I JUST SAW MY OPPORTUNITY TO LET MY INNER CHILD OUT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPgBMlHTNOI/AAAAAAAAACU/th0MGRZhNvw/s1600-h/IMG_2925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257953880587842786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPgBMlHTNOI/AAAAAAAAACU/th0MGRZhNvw/s320/IMG_2925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I MUST SAY, I WAS THE COOLEST MOM EVER TO LET TWO 5 YEAR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OLDS&lt;/span&gt; AND A 2 YEAR OLD GO ROLLING YARDS.&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAD FUN AFTER I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CONVINCED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ALAYNA'S&lt;/span&gt; FRIEND THAT WE WERE NOT GONNA GO TO JAIL FOR THIS, THAT IT WAS FUN.  (&lt;em&gt;SHE IS NOT FROM THE MOUNTAIN)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD TO SHOW OFF A LITTLE BIT, SO I THROW REALLY HARD AND GET IT WAY UP IN THE TREE AND A LITTLE PERSON BEHIND ME SAYS, WOW, HOLLY THAT WAS AMAZING. &lt;em&gt;(YEAH I KNOW)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT TAKES ALL OF 10 MINUTES TO RUN OUT OF OUR &lt;em&gt;$3.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt; STASH SO BACK HOME WE GO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WATCHING&lt;/span&gt; MY KIDS LAUGH AND SLEEPOVERS ARE SO MUCH FUN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WISH YOU COULD HAVE HEARD THE GIGGLING GOING ON IN THE BATHTUB FULL OF THREE GIRLS. I THINK I WAS LAUGHING JUST AS HARD AT THEM UNTIL I GO IN TO FIND THE BATHROOM FLOOR IS ABOUT AN INCH UNDER WATER. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH WELL, IT ALL WIPES UP AND IT WAS WORTH EVERY BIT TO HEAR THOSE LITTLE GIRLS LAUGHING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-2795970117175010254?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/2795970117175010254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=2795970117175010254&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2795970117175010254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/2795970117175010254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/10/rolling-yards.html' title='Rolling Yards'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPgBMlHTNOI/AAAAAAAAACU/th0MGRZhNvw/s72-c/IMG_2925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-249353820919481953</id><published>2008-10-16T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:01:17.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace and Quiet</title><content type='html'>So, Tonight I have been out with the girls!  Church girls that is. We all behaved but if there had been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; machine there I can't promise that everyone would STILL BE CALLED ANGELS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE LAUGHED AND ATE AND LAUGHED AND ATE AND OPENED GIFTS AND ATE SOME MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had the best time. Girl time is such fun, especially when you are out with a bunch of women you can laugh with and cry with and then go to church with the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. I  am so happy to be a part of the Angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ANGELS can be sneaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;As most of you know, Oct. is pastor appreciation month so, one great Angel got the idea started that we should give the pastors wife a little card or thoughtful gift tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We did and she was totally shocked. As if she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; deserve it. She's the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We also had a mini baby shower for one of my best friends that is &lt;em&gt;about to pop. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She got some really nice things and was so humbled by people that would take the time to think about her. &lt;/em&gt;She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; deserves it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;   I did have to be a little forceful with her today. I had a feeling that she would back out at the last minute. (and what would I do?)  So sure enough, I get a text from her saying that she wasn't gonna make it, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she gave me the whole pregnancy bit.  So what do I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I pretty much begged.  &lt;/strong&gt;Thank goodness she gave in real easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I told her she had to go. It was gonna be really special and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;'t want to miss it. I told her to rest now and she would be fine by time to go. (that is the kind of friend I am) She was so curious, she gave in and went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It couldn't have went any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It even gets better. I come home around 9, expecting the normal every night crazyness and what do you know. The house was dark and quiet.&lt;em&gt;.... Thinking,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; that is not normal. They are not home or are hiding from me. I go to the bedroom to find D and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aub&lt;/span&gt; snoring away and in bedroom #2 sweet layna snoring to the heavens also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM AMAZED AND THINKING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DERN&lt;/span&gt;, I WOULD HAVE STAYED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ALLOT&lt;/span&gt; LONGER IF I HAD ONLY KNOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;AND MAYBE EVEN TOOK A STROLL THROUGH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WALMART&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT JUST MADE THE NIGHT EVEN BETTER, TO COME HOME TO A PEACEFUL HOUSE AND KNOW THAT THEY &lt;strong&gt;CAN &lt;/strong&gt;MAKE IT WITHOUT ME FOR A FEW HOURS (and survive!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-249353820919481953?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/249353820919481953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=249353820919481953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/249353820919481953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/249353820919481953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/10/peace-and-quiet.html' title='Peace and Quiet'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-4389609992195124120</id><published>2008-10-13T20:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:18:59.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dwayne got Punked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPP_gnQmmuI/AAAAAAAAACM/X3PtmMyySqs/s1600-h/0927081252a.jpg"&gt;Most of you all know my husband and the way he is, I mean the prankster he is. He has never&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met a stranger and don't care if anyone likes him or not. He is who he is and that's why I love&lt;br /&gt;him. He has made me laugh since we met and roll my eyes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;We are totally opposites but hey Paula Abdul said opposites attract. HA&lt;br /&gt;Not many people can pull a prank on him except my sister Mary Ann. (that is a whole diff. blog in itself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK HE HAS MET HIS MATCH!&lt;br /&gt;He has a co-worker that is just as devious as he is. She has been at the S.P. P.O. for about a year so I guess she has really gotten to know my hubby by now. (and how much he likes to run his mouth)&lt;br /&gt;You can just imagine how much he has aggravated her over a year and all those poor other people that have to work with him everyday. I AM JUST GONNA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;APOLOGIZE&lt;/span&gt; NOW!&lt;br /&gt;If you are not a big football fan then you are probably like me and dread football season. That is all that is on our TV for months. Don't get me wrong, I do like football but not on the level of my husband.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you know my husband he lives and breaths Alabama Football. (especially, when they are&lt;br /&gt;winning) :)&lt;br /&gt;I can just hear him, every Monday morning,Blah Blah Blah Blah, about Football all morning long. Probably every morning at that. So, his co-worker S. (not a football fan) had enough of hearing football talk everyday. So, she shows up to work that Saturday of the big G/A game, talking big football and showing off her dressed up car with black and red on it. Of coarse, Dwayne goes off. Because she has not been a football fan up until this point and claimed to know nothing about football but now is claiming to &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; the bulldogs. That's all it took for him to keep that jaw-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flappin&lt;/span&gt;. Informing her of how bad Alabama was gonna win and all this &lt;em&gt;crazy Alabama fan talk&lt;/em&gt;. I am sure they go at it for a while and the day goes by.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256826125831019234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPP_gnQmmuI/AAAAAAAAACM/X3PtmMyySqs/s320/0927081252a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPP_XJvCo2I/AAAAAAAAACE/qyEx9rfnyVA/s1600-h/0927081252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256825963286799202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPP_XJvCo2I/AAAAAAAAACE/qyEx9rfnyVA/s320/0927081252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictured above is what Dwayne comes in off the route to see. His black/green Bullet painted up in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Georgia&lt;/span&gt; colors and as if that wasn't bad enough it said I LOVE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Georgia.&lt;/span&gt; She even changed his Alabama tag on the front of the car to a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Georgia&lt;/span&gt; tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt; HE DROVE IT HOME THIS WAY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He got home and called me outside to look at something and IT WAS THIS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Evidently&lt;/span&gt;, she got tired of hearing all the football talk coming from D. and decided she would shut him up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought it was hilarious. Way to go S. You got him good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-4389609992195124120?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/4389609992195124120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=4389609992195124120&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4389609992195124120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4389609992195124120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/10/dwayne-got-punked.html' title='Dwayne got Punked!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPP_gnQmmuI/AAAAAAAAACM/X3PtmMyySqs/s72-c/0927081252a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-4284146889423705</id><published>2008-10-12T17:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:49:13.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing and Puking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPJ5iIRTFTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8HWCjYz30IU/s1600-h/sept08+skating+awanakids-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256397342337340722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPJ5iIRTFTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8HWCjYz30IU/s320/sept08+skating+awanakids-31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; DIDN'T KNOW MY MOMMA COULD DANCE! &lt;em&gt;me neither. &lt;/em&gt;Well, that is not even my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, which happened to be the Alabama/Georgia game, me and my family went to a wedding reception. This was a beautiful reception with lots of food and dancing. The kids loved it. They danced till they couldn't dance anymore. We thought they would all be passed out on the way home and we would have it made. (so much for thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; involved: Me,Mom,Wendy,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rylie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alayna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,Aubree, and Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are getting ready to go home and we all pile in my vehicle (yes we all fit, it holds 8). As, we crank up W gets a text from sister S because we have her son while they are out for her B-day. She says, make sure Carter has plenty of air in the car and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; watch a movie because he gets car sick. So, we are making sure Carter is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the whole way down the curvy mountain and he is fine.&lt;br /&gt;About half way down the mountain Aubree starts saying, momma my belly hurts. So, I play off like she either wants out of her seat or she might need to do #2. So, she says it a couple more times. I am saying, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we will get out in just a minute because I planned on getting gas right down the road. Low and Behold this is the weekend that 1 out of 10 gas stations have gas. So, I go on down to the next stop which is several miles and right as I pull up to get in line to get gas she &lt;strong&gt;explodes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rylie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was sitting the closest to her and was thankful he was not in the splash zone.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;She was not joking. Her belly was hurting. So, here we are 1 frantic mother, 2 adults,4 kids and one big mess to clean up. As if this was not bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;I get her out and start cleaning her up and &lt;em&gt;look &lt;/em&gt;its my turn to get gas. So, I jump back in the car to pull up and what do you know, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; player had been on for a few seconds and now the battery is dead. Great!&lt;br /&gt;So, this nice man on his cell phone next to me jumps me off after I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; his conversation (as if I cared at this point). Now, I move up, &lt;em&gt;cut the car off,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;STUPID!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;Not thinking it needed to charge and wouldn't crank back. As I was thinking W says OH NO! YOU CUT THE CAR OFF.&lt;br /&gt;I HOLD BACK WORDS!&lt;br /&gt;So, I am pumping gas trying to scope out the next nice person to jump me off &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN &lt;/strong&gt;and the gas keeps cutting off. So, me and W think that it is not pumping any gas but still running up the bill. She goes in and tells them that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; give us any gas because the gas hand had not went up any. Note to self: A battery is what makes everything on the dash work, including the gas hand. So, when we got jumped off the second time we noticed the gas hand had went up, so we go back in a say oops, it did give us gas. SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;NEVER MIND&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, we are on our way. Aubree wearing C. vest. (Thank goodness he was dressed in layers) Aubree had to be buckled up beside me in the backseat while W drove. Because her carseat was not suitable to be sat in. I know you can imagine how the ride home went. Besides the smell! Praying we didn't have a wreck or get pulled over. We survived but I know you have got to be wondering where my hubby is at during all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO THE BALLGAME. He chose to go to some church friends house to watch the game with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of other church friends. I tried to talk him into going with me but he said he felt bad to not go there because he had already made plans. &lt;em&gt;I sure hope he had fun! I could have used his help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-4284146889423705?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/4284146889423705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=4284146889423705&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4284146889423705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4284146889423705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/10/dancing-and-puking.html' title='Dancing and Puking!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPJ5iIRTFTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8HWCjYz30IU/s72-c/sept08+skating+awanakids-31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-4433568825398249298</id><published>2008-10-12T16:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:19:47.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EVER HAD A STRAY DOG SHOW UP AT YOUR HOUSE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPJt4aHm7BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/o_3LDbpprhQ/s1600-h/sept08+skating+awanakids-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256384530946124818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPJt4aHm7BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/o_3LDbpprhQ/s320/sept08+skating+awanakids-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WE DID!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder who would loose/drop off a dog like this. I am not sure what kind it is but it looks like some kind of bird dog. If anyone knows let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one night (late) we pull up in the driveway to see something standing beside my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;newphew's&lt;/span&gt; truck. Is it a dog? Is it a calf? We were not sure until it made laps around the yard like a bullet. Yep, it's a dog and a fast one and it is the size of a calf. ( no kidding) It was as tall as Aubree.&lt;br /&gt;It was a really sweet dog, except the fact that it had already, in five minutes, drug everything it could out of the garage into the yard. It scared the girls to death because of how tall it was. (and me too) So it stayed at our house and the neighbors for two days until we had enough. As you see in the pic. my hubby is relocating the dog. So, if this was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;any ones&lt;/span&gt; dog. I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; but it is now on a back road somewhere in our town. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Contact me if you would like it back.&lt;br /&gt;The girls loved it and even wanted to keep it even after it had scared them many times. I drew the line when it tried to come in the house and then made its home on the back step in the garage. So, after I almost stepped on it and then it was looking in the window at me and I thought it was a human, I called hubby at work and said you have to do something with this dog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he did. Now it is someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; problem.  I know shame on us. We did feed it and give it plenty of water before its road trip.&lt;br /&gt;FYI don't drop dogs off at my house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-4433568825398249298?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/4433568825398249298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=4433568825398249298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4433568825398249298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/4433568825398249298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/10/ever-had-stray-dog-show-up-at-your.html' title='EVER HAD A STRAY DOG SHOW UP AT YOUR HOUSE?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SPJt4aHm7BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/o_3LDbpprhQ/s72-c/sept08+skating+awanakids-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385854658182612592.post-5809123687205836988</id><published>2008-10-12T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:14:27.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed!</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone. I have joined the blog world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;  I have so many funny things I could write about. I hope I can remember them and tell you all so you can laugh with me and laugh at my crazy life. &lt;br /&gt;I am home from church today with Aubree because she was sick last night and was still running a fever but seems to be fine now. I just wanted to be safe and not expose any of the church kids. ( I am sure their parents appreciate that)&lt;br /&gt;Even though, I am not at church I am still getting a blessing. Aubree has had her little pink Bible that Bro. Luke gave her because she lost her other one, going around the house singing Jesus love me. It is the sweetest thing.  When I think I am not doing the best I can as a parent, things like that make me realize that as long as I teach them about Jesus, that is all that matters and everything else will fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; will be hearing about Aubree a whole lot. There is never a dull moment when she is around. She is the firecracker in our house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385854658182612592-5809123687205836988?l=hollyhchapman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/feeds/5809123687205836988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385854658182612592&amp;postID=5809123687205836988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/5809123687205836988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385854658182612592/posts/default/5809123687205836988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyhchapman.blogspot.com/2008/10/blessed.html' title='Blessed!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18108179020167827246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6W1fjD5YH1E/SV7PWkvPkQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YEItc4ucgL4/S220/IMG_3127+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
