<?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-1744029178764487667</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:14:19.072-06:00</updated><category term='mom'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='babies'/><category term='Sunday'/><title type='text'>Live to Worship, Live to Tell, Live to Love</title><subtitle type='html'>Robyn's online journal... so I don't forget when I'm 100!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-2843234208463673519</id><published>2008-04-07T16:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:45:56.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much happening and so little time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow... I haven't been logged in to my own blog in forever! So hello, blog. Did you miss me? Well, I have been so prioritized lately I haven't had time to blog! Time to update. Pics later... such a procrastinator I am. We have been birthday partying with K's friends, Easter egg hunting fun, playing outside- what beautiful weather lately-, doctor visits (ob-gyn), big tennis- Boardwalk Invitational- so proud of my husband for pulling that off, playing at the boardwalk, riding bikes, NAPPING (mostly me), EATING (mostly me), working on K's 1st year baby book(I would like to finish before #2 comes along), spending quality time with family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had to see if my fingers could still do the talking!  I've still got it, so see you again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R_wMolmxiPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fLs5rYaKKRI/s1600-h/bay+colony+egg+hunt+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R_wMolmxiPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fLs5rYaKKRI/s320/bay+colony+egg+hunt+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187034762253011186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R_wNHlmxiQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bINggVx7LQw/s1600-h/bay+colony+egg+hunt+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R_wNHlmxiQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bINggVx7LQw/s320/bay+colony+egg+hunt+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187035294828955906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-2843234208463673519?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2843234208463673519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=2843234208463673519' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/2843234208463673519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/2843234208463673519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-much-happening-and-so-little-time.html' title='So much happening and so little time...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R_wMolmxiPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fLs5rYaKKRI/s72-c/bay+colony+egg+hunt+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-4580402955635280600</id><published>2008-02-09T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:30:27.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Share your Gift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;    Have you ever been to a party or shower for someone and you can't wait for them to open your gift... not because you want to show-off, but because you think they will love it.  You took great time and pride in picking it out, wrapping it up, writing a special card to go with it and you just can't wait to see how happy you make them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;   Now, have you ever been sitting there and the person opens it and just barely says anything and puts it back in the box?  You don't know whether they liked it or not?  It makes you a little sad that they are not sharing it, because that means they probably don't really like it or appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;   Now, if you are a Christian, did you ever think God might feel that way?  He has given us the most special gift in the world.  His Son, Jesus....  If we hide our gift away and never share it, I can't imagine how He must feel.  We should be so excited about our Savior that we can't contain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  Others need to have a chance for this gift... so, again... if you're a Christian I encourage you and myself... Share the Gift!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acts 8:35 "Then Philip began with that very passage of Scripture and told him the good news about Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-4580402955635280600?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4580402955635280600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=4580402955635280600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/4580402955635280600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/4580402955635280600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/share-your-gift.html' title='Share your Gift.'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-6757438996924359318</id><published>2008-02-06T19:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:55:10.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado Damage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Please keep the people affected by the tornadoes in your prayers.  It turns out that my dad had to hold his door shut all night.  My cousin who attends Union University, had glass cut into his back and leg and had to get stitches.  That is a blessing!  To view Union's site click here:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://uuemergency.blogspot.com/"&gt;Union&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-6757438996924359318?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6757438996924359318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=6757438996924359318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/6757438996924359318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/6757438996924359318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/tornado-damage.html' title='Tornado Damage'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-5053964866756443823</id><published>2008-02-05T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:43:59.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SALE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For those of you who love to get things on sale, I'm having one!  I'm selling all of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.marykay.com/rmarrie/default.aspx"&gt;Mary Kay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marykay.com/rmarrie/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;products at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marykay.com/rmarrie/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30% off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Place orders through the end of the month and get it all for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.marykay.com/rmarrie/default.aspx"&gt;30% off! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you visit my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marykay.com/rmarrie/default.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MaryKay website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.marykay.com/rmarrie"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you will see the regular price.  At check out it will say, the estimated price, but it will always allow me to overwrite the price after I get the e-mail that you have placed an order.  Your card is not actually charged until after I get an e-mail, I check the order, I put in the adjusted 30% off amount and then confirm.  I will then contact you and set up when and where to deliver.  Don't worry, I mail products no shipping charges!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can also shop online, and email me a list of the products you want if you don't want to purchase on the website.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there a product you used to love, but it's discontinued???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="rmarrie2000@yahoo.com"&gt;rmarrie2000@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E-mail me as I have many products instock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now go have fun shopping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-5053964866756443823?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5053964866756443823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=5053964866756443823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/5053964866756443823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/5053964866756443823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/sale.html' title='SALE!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-8296032616472059306</id><published>2008-02-05T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:45:56.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>De-Clutter Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh what fun!  Seriously.  I LOVE cleaning out something when I can see the end clearly.  I am good with zones, one at a time.  I have to be focused on one or I'll get overwhelmed and resort to drinking a cup of coffee and eating... or blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So. I was excited when a friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://marathonbird.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, challenged me to tackle something and take control of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is one drawer in my kitchen I had already tackled the day before, so I didn't get a 'before' pic. But just imagine cups, mugs every which way but upright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And now This- a happy home for Nemo and his friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6jZqmmvjHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8RxIRmZexy8/s1600-h/IMG_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6jZqmmvjHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8RxIRmZexy8/s320/IMG_0086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163616298721053810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The next place I'm tackling is my pantry!  Since we moved in the house it has taken over me and now I plan to take it back!  Here's the before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6ja6GmvjII/AAAAAAAAAFo/KVEQPgPIkqU/s1600-h/IMG_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6ja6GmvjII/AAAAAAAAAFo/KVEQPgPIkqU/s320/IMG_0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163617664520653954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Keep watching for the after!  I'm not sure how long that will be, but once I do start, I will have to finish it that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-8296032616472059306?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8296032616472059306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=8296032616472059306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/8296032616472059306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/8296032616472059306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/de-clutter-challenge.html' title='De-Clutter Challenge'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6jZqmmvjHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8RxIRmZexy8/s72-c/IMG_0086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-9145300050765063510</id><published>2008-02-04T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:36:10.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>robynsfotos</title><content type='html'>I have made a new blog site for my photos.  The link for it is on the sidebar at the top, &lt;a href="http://robynsfotos.blogspot.com/"&gt;robynsfotos&lt;/a&gt;.  Hop on over and check it out for updated photos.  Thanks to my friend, &lt;a href="http://marathonbird.blogspot.com/"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt;, for the idea!  She's definitely my new &lt;a href="http://marathonbird.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogger guru icon&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-9145300050765063510?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9145300050765063510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=9145300050765063510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/9145300050765063510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/9145300050765063510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/robynsfotos.html' title='robynsfotos'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-3999368380166034593</id><published>2008-02-04T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:45:56.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Soap Get Dirty???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6ewVGmvjGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oZwgd4ovAXY/s1600-h/IMG_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6ewVGmvjGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oZwgd4ovAXY/s320/IMG_0081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163289374400416866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes, the burning question of the day... can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; get dirty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I was refilling my soap dispenser with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;blue soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.  It had a little of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; left over and I really liked the blue color I just bought.  So I decided to empty out the green first.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I couldn't just dump the green down the drain so I put it in a little bowl.  Later I dipped my fingers in the green bowl and then was going to wash my hands.  Then it got me thinking... is that sanitary?  My fingers were dirty before putting them in the bowl of soap.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So- did I contaminate that bowl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; That's why I have never liked bar soap, by the way.  A pump or some sort of dispenser is always my friend.  This time I was just trying to not be wasteful... so what do you think???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-3999368380166034593?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3999368380166034593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=3999368380166034593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/3999368380166034593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/3999368380166034593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/does-soap-get-dirty.html' title='Does Soap Get Dirty???'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6ewVGmvjGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oZwgd4ovAXY/s72-c/IMG_0081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-1888030195116791311</id><published>2008-02-03T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:45:57.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>37 and trying to spoil a SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Pat just turned 37.  We had a birthday party planned for just a few family members over for some hotdogs and cake!  Kamri of course helped me with EVERYTHING!  The cards, the cake, some more cards.... I had to come up with thing to keep her busy, because once you tell her a birthday is coming, she thinks it's supposed to be 'right now'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6aFw2mvjBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AwFuPYamrDE/s1600-h/IMG_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6aFw2mvjBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AwFuPYamrDE/s320/IMG_0075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162961097165081618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;She was really excited when I busted out the icing!  Her finger somehow kept swiping it and ending up in her mouth.  I know, unsanitary.  But I tried to watch it and scraped her part off with a knife.  She got smart... instead of sticking around... she swiped some and ran off... I literally could not find her for about 5 minutes!  But eventually... there I saw her little feetsies sticking out from under her umbrella chair in her room.  I hurried up and quietly came back with the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6aHUmmvjCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tckcFib3ynI/s1600-h/IMG_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6aHUmmvjCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tckcFib3ynI/s320/IMG_0074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162962810857032738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Gotcha! Ha,ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So on to the present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;1st.  A little background info.  My husband has got to be the hardest person to buy for in the world!  He doesn't claim to want much, but at the same time, he is not easily pleased with gifts.  Just because I like it doesn't mean he will.  I can't even pick out clothes for him half the time.  So this year I asked him while back what one thing he wanted that he didn't have since we moved in our house.  Well, he mentioned the glider/recliner casually.  But in my mind it was like a fire engine siren.  I planned to get it.  Well, one word- PROCRASTINATION. ok.  so I didn't get it in time.  2 days before the party I was searching the internet, found it, but also couldn't get it till 3 or 4 days after going to the store 45 minutes away to purchase it.  So I decided to put a picture of it in an envelope to have him open... then we'd get it next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Now.  David and Lyndsey have a truck which most likely we would borrow to pick it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Now.  Yesterday before the party.  Pat says casually, "I saw David and Lyndsey earlier on the road."  To which I reply,"ok... and...did you wave?"  Pat-"yeah...(pause).... they had some big box in the back of their truck."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So there you have it!  My husband tried to pry a look out of me to see if I would blush or something if he had guessed the present.  Well, I got him back because, they didn't have the chair.  remember, I had only a picture of it!  ha.  You should have seen his face when they pulled in for the party... with nothing in the back of their truck.  Pat was the one blushing then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;But he was wished happy birthday later with the picture and we'll get his chair this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6aK2WmvjDI/AAAAAAAAADE/9UQNgtKXO4A/s1600-h/IMG_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6aK2WmvjDI/AAAAAAAAADE/9UQNgtKXO4A/s320/IMG_0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162966689212501042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy 37th honey!  Can't surprise you can we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you have someone like this... difficult (in the nicest sense of the word)?  What do you do?  Any ideas?  I am a prankster by nature and after almost 8 years of marriage I have lost some of it due to th fact that I can't trump him!  So any thoughts that would help me to "get" him.  You know... Valentine's Day is coming up!  HELP!  (and this time it has to be cheap!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1744029178764487667-1888030195116791311?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1888030195116791311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=1888030195116791311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/1888030195116791311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/1888030195116791311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/37-and-trying-to-spoil-surprise.html' title='37 and trying to spoil a SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6aFw2mvjBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AwFuPYamrDE/s72-c/IMG_0075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-4048835632757476118</id><published>2008-02-02T07:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:45:57.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soup Swap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6R2OWmvi-I/AAAAAAAAACc/rMhWUHC-lzE/s1600-h/1st+swap+group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6R2OWmvi-I/AAAAAAAAACc/rMhWUHC-lzE/s320/1st+swap+group.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162381061831756770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6R2cWmvi_I/AAAAAAAAACk/DRjFavKxszo/s1600-h/soups+at+swap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6R2cWmvi_I/AAAAAAAAACk/DRjFavKxszo/s320/soups+at+swap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162381302349925362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we did a Soup Swap!  It was so much fun and so easy.  Making one big batch of the same thing is much nicer than having to cook several different meals with different ingredients.  Then you leave with 1 of every one else's soup.  I recommend it to anyone!  Besides the good food you get to have later, the fun with girlfriends can't be beat!&lt;br /&gt;We all introduced our soup, where it came from and it's ingredients and that was a special part too.&lt;br /&gt;So I look in my freezer about every other day and say mmmm.... can't wait to use (the next soup)... but I save them for days when I am rushed for time and just thaw &amp;amp; heat!  Ahh... how nice!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-4048835632757476118?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4048835632757476118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=4048835632757476118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/4048835632757476118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/4048835632757476118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/soup-swap.html' title='Soup Swap'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R6R2OWmvi-I/AAAAAAAAACc/rMhWUHC-lzE/s72-c/1st+swap+group.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-6576683369826638181</id><published>2008-01-19T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:30:52.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental about wood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Sentimental... excited... exhausted.  Just 3 of the many emotions I felt today as my husband started the destruction of our old house to make it into a garage.&lt;br /&gt;Since we moved into the house in 2001/02, I have never thought I would feel sentimental about this day.  It was to serve its purpose as our 1st little house and then its destiny was to be a garage when we built our dream home.... that would be that and I would be more than ready.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we woke up this morning and the task began.  I was cleaning out the closets so they could be torn out, opened for the garage.  Pat was sawing out sheetrock and ripping down walls.  I was on a mission most of the day and didn't even think about it being sentimental....&lt;br /&gt;Until... I walked in and could see all the way through from the kitchen to Kamri's bedroom with only a few studs separating us.  I started tearing up.  I realized that the place we were holds so many memories and now they would only be upheld by pictures and not walls.  First of all, the fact that my dad and my husband built it with their own hands and now remembering them nailing each piece of would together and it being torn away, just gave me chills.  I can't go back.  Second, it was "Our 1st Home"... made up of so many memories (some good and some hard), nevertheless MY memories and I wouldn't trade them for anything!  Third, it was the place our 1st (and only right now) child was raised her 1st 2 years of life.  Which brings me to my next topic.&lt;br /&gt;Children's emotions.  Kamri has been sentimental about the old house since we moved into the new one.  When we walk over there once in a while to get something, she say's "but, this is where we're supposed to live."  Although she has embraced her new pink room, she hasn't completely given up the thought of being in the other room.  I think it was like a comfort to her... small, cozy, familiar.  So today, she just looked like, "Dad, what in the world are you doing tearing up our walls?"  So we all sat down in the midst of the sheetrock dust (bad for the health I know), and had a pow-wow about it.  We explained to her that when it's pouring down rain outside and we have to run to our car getting soaked and cold, that we and our car would be much happier to have a dry place to get into.  That was the best I could come up with at the moment.  She seemed to understand and went on playing.  All day she kept coming in saying, "Daddy, is the garage ready yet?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, it'll be a few days, but it's coming.&lt;br /&gt;Writing is healing.  I feel much better having written down my thought of this day.  Now I'm really ready for my garage!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been sentimental about a place in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-6576683369826638181?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6576683369826638181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=6576683369826638181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/6576683369826638181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/6576683369826638181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/sentimental-about-soon-to-be-garage.html' title='Sentimental about wood.'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-8513401554478789419</id><published>2008-01-18T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:36:40.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What do Daddy's know???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;We went to lunch today with my cousin, her husband and 2 kids, and Kamri.  My cousin said her husband came home yesterday with a cheeseburger for the 2 year old. When she questioned why he had a cheeseburger for the 2 year old, he said, "He said that's what he wanted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;She went on to explain we (mom's) do not ask what a 2 year old wants, we just know.  And many times they do not know what they want, they just say something and then won't eat it.  Besides the fact that a 2 year old has no business eating a cheeseburger.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;So to that my husband says, "We just treat them while yall (moms) are trying to raise them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Let that statement soak in... read it again.  "We just treat them while yall (moms) are trying to raise them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;How profound and true and wrapped up in a nutshell.  Somedays it's like we work so hard to enforce manners and good habits, and then the lock on the door turns, "Daddy's Home!" and it's all undone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I have to say, my husband has so many good qualities and I guess I'm not perfect!  All in all daddy's do know a lot, but there is definitely a real thing called "mother's instinct" that we are blessed with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-8513401554478789419?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8513401554478789419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=8513401554478789419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/8513401554478789419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/8513401554478789419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-do-daddys-know.html' title='What do Daddy&apos;s know???'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-2952444192834525662</id><published>2008-01-17T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:45:57.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R4_VpNHJltI/AAAAAAAAACM/9F_CH-H1zEY/s1600-h/more+to+separate...+may+be+on+walmart+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R4_VpNHJltI/AAAAAAAAACM/9F_CH-H1zEY/s320/more+to+separate...+may+be+on+walmart+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156575002233509586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;It was easy to pick my word for 2008.   For a while now, I have been planning to SHARE more. I have started already and it is so much fun... little by little, even though it puts me out of my comfort zone for a short time, it's worth it knowing I am being pleasing to my savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;So, what do I want to share???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;My faith with others. I will share the love I have in my life because of Jesus. I will share what I am learning from the Bible with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Also:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I will share nail polish, rings and necklaces with my little girl. I will share lunch with friends. I will share with friends how much they mean to me. I will share time... with others.... TIME is the most important gift I will share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I WILL GIVE UP BUSY-NESS TO SHARE TIME with MY LITTLE GIRL, MY HUSBAND, MY MOM, MY MEME, MY OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS AND MY FRIENDS... AND MOST OF ALL, MY JESUS. I will use the time He gives me and Pay it Forward to others and Back to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-2952444192834525662?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2952444192834525662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=2952444192834525662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/2952444192834525662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/2952444192834525662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/share.html' title='SHARE....'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R4_VpNHJltI/AAAAAAAAACM/9F_CH-H1zEY/s72-c/more+to+separate...+may+be+on+walmart+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-7173438536894550990</id><published>2008-01-14T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:48:34.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Identity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ok... so I had forgotten my password for a while and it was very frustrating. I could read but not write on my own site. It was like I could not be me and journal what I wanted. I finally got it today! Now on top of this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last month, I had my identity stolen, social security card (I know, I know. I wasn't supposed to be carrying that.), along with credit cards, bank cards, bank statements, a gift card to Pier 1, a gift card to Starbuck's, money, checks, receipts... this list could go on and on.... One of the most dear things they stole from me was something I can't replace... pictures! My digital camera with my card in it, which contained over 80 pictures on it... our first Thanksgiving in our new house, etc. That is one lesson for me... download often and backup! And journal, in case pictures aren't around, I will have my memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So for the past month I have still been trying to get everything straightened out with the credit card companies, banks, credit bureau, etc. I almost have it all done... It all came during the holidays and such a busy time that it was hard to get it all taken care of, and I'm a girl who doesn't like taking care of this kind of business at all!... so it takes me even longer than most people to get to things like this.... believe me, a 3 year old girl doesn't like making a bunch of trips to the bank (inside) either. But the policeman was there to help- that's another story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am still waiting for my license to come in the mail... hey, I'll get a new picture- yeah! I waited 2 hours in the line... it better be good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So all that to say.... today when I got this password figured out again... I felt like a new woman. So much has been taken from me this past month and now I am getting me back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Enjoy life, be cautious, know who you are in case someone tries to take YOU, download often... and only carry a few things with you!... and by all means, if you forget your password to blog, you can get out the old pen and paper! Yes, journaling on pen and paper is still allowed and quite comforting too! Love who you are and BE!&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/1744029178764487667-7173438536894550990?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7173438536894550990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=7173438536894550990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/7173438536894550990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/7173438536894550990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/almost-me-again.html' title='Stolen Identity!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-880562247117820927</id><published>2007-12-02T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:13:12.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up before I forget....</title><content type='html'>October 27th- Birthday party for me on the back porch.  Hot dogs... the fam... crockpot cheese dip in new kitchen (not moved in yet),... Lights, Camera, Action. Randy Ricks turns on electricity a.m.! Surprise! &lt;br /&gt;October 31- Mom/Meme move my kitchen over to new house&lt;br /&gt;November 1- p.m. inspection... final occupancy granted! Beds moved 1st- spend the night!  Kamri in new room, woke up but did great!&lt;br /&gt;November 2-3: moved in... flamingo surpise to Lacie's and back to me!  Flamingo families over after church.&lt;br /&gt;November 9- Disney On Ice- Nemo!&lt;br /&gt;November 1oth- Kamri's Birthday party&lt;br /&gt;November 16- Sam Moon with Mom, Meme, kamri; Bryant's and Kouba's over to visit; Clear Creek playoffs&lt;br /&gt;November 17th- Sugar Plum Fairies at South Shore&lt;br /&gt;November 19th- Fried food on porch to start Thanksgiving week celebration&lt;br /&gt;November 21- cooked with mom for Thanksgiving; mom spent the night- fireside singing/guitar on porch&lt;br /&gt;November 22- Rick, Kim, Kaylee, Kyndyll, mom over to celebrate;  took ride to see Ricky and Kim's new house (almost done!); mom and us fireside singing again! fun times!&lt;br /&gt;November 23- mom and I cleaned out toys; David, Lyndsey, Cay, Taylor, me, Mom, Pat - fireside singing again!!! mom spent the night again!&lt;br /&gt;(Kamri sick throughout Thanksgiving and after... tis the season)&lt;br /&gt;November 30th- painters back to do touch ups (lots)&lt;br /&gt;December 1st- Christmas Tree up, Pat, K, and I shopped for decor (Kamri and I decorated); Pat recovered breakfast room dining chairs!&lt;br /&gt;December 3rd- painters back to finish I hope&lt;br /&gt;(making DVD for Meme for James Family Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;James Family adopts children for Christmas from GISD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-880562247117820927?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/880562247117820927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=880562247117820927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/880562247117820927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/880562247117820927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/12/catching-up-before-i-forget.html' title='Catching up before I forget....'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-2728211315061310145</id><published>2007-10-12T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:03:34.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wonderful Week!</title><content type='html'>Before you read any further, I will tell you... this is for me.  I just want an online journal so I can recall the days later.  It's important to me since I forget little things so easily.  It's not the most interesting thing though, if you're not Me. hee, hee.&lt;br /&gt;This week was full of fun little treasures...&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Kamri swam in her little pool, fed the goats and we played puzzles with Elmo and Cookie Monster, and did our grocery shopping for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- As usual now we stop through at Shipley's and get donut holes for on the way to school.  I know it's not healthy, but she doesn't eat but a few and it really helps her to get dressed faster (yes, bribery!) And at MDO Kamri had a substitute teacher and I thought "oh great here we go again with the crying stage"  but to my surprise and great joy, kamri was a Big Girl all day!  Yeah... I love it when she runs up to me after school, hugs me soooo tight, and says  "Mommy, I didn't cried today.  I had a good day!"  &lt;br /&gt;Later we got to call my 1st niece Kaylee to wish her Happy 9th Birthday!  Happy Birthday Kaylee!  You're a sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- We ran to the grocery store for the few things we forgot Monday, then went to see my friend who had her second baby.  Sooo cute.  I held her for 2 hours... I forgot how sore your arms get holding a baby for so long.  Kamri got to play with the big brother Blaine too.  Then when we left, we saw a pumpkin patch on the way back home, so we stopped.  It was an absolutely gorgeous day!  Kamri loved walking through and touching all the pumpkins and then she picked one to buy!  She then had a good nap and I got to read my bible a great prayer time while she slept.   Then to church.  She had a good time in class!  However, in the hallway after church she got wiped out, I mean totally knocked over by a lady who just didn't see her.  It must be tough to be short!  She was shaken up but ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-  So when we were off to MDO, we sat on the road in one spot for literally 15 minutes.  The construction crew decided to pour the road concrete at school time!  As Kamri and I sat in the car singing our songs as usual, I couldn't help but laugh at several people... One was the lady in the van in front of us.  She just kept throwing her arms up in the air as if to tell the policeman (who was directing traffic) "Let US go now!"  I just let her gripe for us too!  The other person I was laughing "with" was the little girl on the corner... there was a whole posse of kids waiting for their bus right where we were stopped.  One girl was just dancin' away!  It was like she could hear our music because her beat was matching up... even though our windows were up, just coincidince.  This was no ordinary dancing.  She was about 10 years old all decked out for school that day and she was definitely a bold personality.  She scooted off the corner onto the street as if to dare the cop to tell her to scoot back.  Just about that time one of the moms that was waiting there motioned for her to come back and she slowly, to her own drum, be-bopped back onto the corner... what a hoot and great entertainment for me!  Did I mention that she had a bluejean skirt with sequins, a headband and a FRO sticking up about 5 inches every direction on her head??? That made it even better....Hee, hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after Kamri's nap, she got to draw on her pumpkin and give him a face (sort of ).   So adorable!  And I got to write out some of her Birthday invitations while she played in the pool.  Any advise:   every time she gets in the pool, she stands there legs apart looking down and just lets out her potty.  Well yesterday the painters happened to be outside taking a break on our back porch... I quickly turned my head and looked at our dogs as if I didn't even know she did it.  How do you break a (almost 3) year old of this habit?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Whew, can't believe it's Friday!  We went to Reliant Park with mom and meme to buy tickets for Disney on Ice, Nemo.  It is a birthday present from mom (memaw) to Kamri and we'll go 2 days before her 3rd birthday!  Got my oil changed... now my car won't beep at me! And made a couple of store stops on the way back.... I had 3 more pallets of grass delivered so we can have a complete yard by the time of K's birthday party coming up! &lt;br /&gt;Meme and Memaw sat on the back porch for a while with me when we got back and watched Kamri swim.  I noticed there was a froggie swimming with Kamri and then it was on.... My meme is the biggest prankster ever, so off she went chasing Kamri all over the yard acting like she had the frog!  Oh if I had only had my camera ready!  mom and I were bent double watching meme and Kamri dump water on each other and then, when Kamri heard meme say, "the frog's on your back" it was the fastest change of emotion on her face I think I have ever seen.  She went from elation in a full sprint to a dead stop and straight face and said, 'what, where's the frog, meme?"  it was not a game at that point. then quickly the games continued!  what a blessing for her to have her grandma and great grandma playing with her in her back yard!&lt;br /&gt;When daddy got home, the fun continued.  Pat and I had to shovel a huge pile of sand around our yard where we will lay some more grass tomorrow.  So Kamri was queen of the sand pile and covered in it till the mosquitoes got too bad and we called it a night.  Now she's sleeping like a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a great week and tomorrow Pat has a few guys coming to help him spread out the grass and move his shed then we have a birthday party for my sister in law tomorrow night.  And church on Sunday!  I didn't mention Pat a lot because we don't see him these days until night time usually.  But I am thankful that we have had a few nights of just sitting and talking together.  Last week was our Marriage seminar at church and it really helped me to get back to focus on what is important in our relationship.  Great speaker- David Yasko!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-2728211315061310145?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2728211315061310145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=2728211315061310145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/2728211315061310145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/2728211315061310145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-wonderful-week.html' title='Our Wonderful Week!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-9206379221296780979</id><published>2007-09-30T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:53:05.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good stuff, Not so good Stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, on Thursday K decided she was a big girl again and took it down to just one meltdown at MDO! Yeah!!!!  After school, she was so excited because we got our school T-Shirts in... of course she got hers because she was a "big girl"!  Then we got home and our electrician had put up her Pink, with Pink flowers ceiling fan... again, this happened K, because you were a "big girl"!  It was so cute, she just sat there (after a long squeal) on the window seal looking at it with me.  After taking off her tennies she told me they were too small and sure enough the poor girl had a blister from them... This of course, happened because she grew that day, being a "big girl"!  So many good things happened that day... all due to being a "big girl"... see how fun it is!!!???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Next day... we got carpet!!!  K got carpet... big girl!  After much play time and oohhh ahhh-ing, we couldn't find K for a minute.  We had all been in mine and Pat's room and he thought she went into our existing house.  I went in to call for her and had a feeling come over me... I knew what the little miss, who had been being a "big girl" was doing... not being a big girl right now.... That 'mother's instinct' came over me.  I immediately ran to her new room and found my hunch to be true... my sweetie pie had just "marked her territory", like a dog.  That is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; new room alright!   So... good stuff:  being a "big girl"/ not so good stuff:  "big girl" overkill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-9206379221296780979?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9206379221296780979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=9206379221296780979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/9206379221296780979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/9206379221296780979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-stuff-not-so-good-stuff.html' title='Good stuff, Not so good Stuff!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-8323011305840057545</id><published>2007-09-24T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T17:12:03.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is fun to be tagged and learn more about those around you while others get the scoop on you too!  &lt;a href="http://www.foreverflamingo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lacie&lt;/a&gt; tagged me...so here it goes ready or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.What I was doing 10 years ago- September 1997:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attending University Of Mary Hardin-Baylor working towards a BA in Spanish. Jessica was my roommate. We spent most of our time pulling pranks and just having good old fun!  All the girl stuff you can imagine with some studying in there... Dorm Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Five years ago was September 2002:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been married to my adorable husband for two wonderful years! I was finishing up my Teaching Certification Program, had taught HS Spanish for 1 year and was teaching 4th grade that year.   My dear Dad and husband had also built the house we live in now and had been living in it for less than a year.  It's plan was to be our garage eventually and it is now happening!  We have built on our dream home and what we live in now will soon be our garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. One year ago September 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been working at MDO for about a month, and K was in my class.  We went to school together I guess you could say, for that school year  Sometimes I would joke that she taught school instead of me... go figure!  She was definitely in her element, while I was tiring of smelling and changing poopy diapers all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Yesterday, September 17 (Has it been that long since I blogged!!!!-WOW!):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K and I made a MK delivery, ran to the grocery store, played on the trampoline (yes, I jump with her alot and the neighbors laugh at us).  We had lunch on our back porch fed the goats (not ours, the neighbor's), and I cleaned, did laundry and cooked.  I also prepared some hand flower crafts for our MDO grandparent's luncheon for Thursday.  And the part we waited and waited on was the delivery of our appliances, which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; came at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt; of the time slot they gave us- whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Snacks I enjoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything chocoalte, raw, slightly warmed cookie dough, and lately I have really enjoyed those Garden Salsa Sun Chips&gt; AND I LOVE COFFEE with lots of cream and sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Things I would do if I suddenly had $100 million dollars:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would first give to my church to further the spreading of the gospel.  Then I would pay off my home, college loans, mom's house, put away some for K's college fund, and take our whole family on a trip (which is mom's dream to be able to pay for us all one).  Then I would buy a condo in Colorado so we could go snow skiing whenever we wanted, and a condo in Hawaii or somewhere tropical for the spring/summer time.    I'd have some fun money for girl time, and money to give to those I see in need around me!  Ok, ok... I think I'm close to out of money again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Locations I would run to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii, Italy, Sweden, Germany... just a few of the places I would love to go....  I am a world traveler by nature, just need more money to do it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Bad habit I have:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not ask my husband... and I plead the 5th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Things I like doing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm with family and friends I like doing just about anything!  I  love water skiing, snow skiing, riding jet skis, boating, laying out in the sun next to water, and riding our scooter!  I also love  teaching kids and watching them soak it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Biggest Joy of the Moment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to Home Depot today... again.  Well my joy 2 days ago was that Pat took K to tennis practice with him so I could actually think at HD staring at the isle full of various lights so hard to pick out.  Then today my mom kept her for a couple of hours so I could do the same thing again... yes picking out lights (alone) was my biggest joy today!  I just like time to myself every once in a blue moon!  And K's first tennis practice went great but she got a blister on her foot from running with the team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Stuff! Thanks for tagging me Lacie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-8323011305840057545?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8323011305840057545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=8323011305840057545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/8323011305840057545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/8323011305840057545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-is-fun-to-be-tagged-and-learn-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-5019097848758027946</id><published>2007-09-22T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:52:54.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Sunny Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last week we got our back porch patio furniture in so, Sunday I cooked a roast and we ate outside and enjoyed the weather.  It is a little hot right now, but we were in the perfect spot for shade and a nice breeze.  Later on when it was time for K's nap I told her she could lay outside in the patio chaise lounge if she closed her eyes.  Well she is one to fight sleep in a new place.  So after a few threats of having to go inside if she didn't close her eyes, she drifted off to lala land!  Then I myself laid down and went to the deepest sleep with her!  AHHH... that hard sleep when you don't even know what day it is when you wake up!  Then out of nowhere- BANG- a door in our new house slammed.  Well, right now everything echos 10 times louder than normal because it's all concrete still.  It was our A/C guy, and yes, I had to go over and greet him, face imprinted with the outdoor material of the chair and all!  I am sure he got a good laugh out of that.  He wanted to talk to Pat so I got to go inside and wake him up from his nap.  Through it all K stayed asleep!  Goats next door even tried to wake us up to feed them, but nothing was going to make her budge on that Beautiful Sunny Day...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-5019097848758027946?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5019097848758027946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=5019097848758027946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/5019097848758027946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/5019097848758027946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-sunny-day.html' title='Beautiful Sunny Day...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-5664903499706400856</id><published>2007-09-20T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:45:58.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Star in the Making...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R4ukSdHJlrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gMF9cGVJvxI/s1600-h/IMG_3339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R4ukSdHJlrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gMF9cGVJvxI/s320/IMG_3339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155394835414881970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R4ug79HJlpI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ds4ES-FJO_A/s1600-h/IMG_3337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R4ug79HJlpI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ds4ES-FJO_A/s320/IMG_3337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155391150332941970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, K looked too cute! Pat brought home a tiny tank top that matche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;s the team's tanks for K.  So Tuesday after MDO and a nap, we got "dressed Out" Wildcat style and went to the Tennis courts.  The team and parents couldn't get over how big K has grown since last year and it was such fun just watching her interact with these highschool kids.  She ate it up.  They really are sweet to her... the ones who weren't in matches played catch and chased balls with her.   She got to "coach" with daddy and thought she was BIG STUFF!  It was so cute to see her chest swell with pride as Pat asked her if she wanted to help him out!  He has been really busy with the house la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tely and Tennis matches until late at night, so for us to get to go to a match was a huge treat to her... she cried the other day and said, "because I lost my daddy".  She is having such a hard time right now, going through the separation fear stage I guess... crying all the time at school and just can't be soothed sometimes.  But when she's with us it's all good.  I guess that's what mommy's and daddy's do, huh... make everything all good!   I hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R4ulGdHJlsI/AAAAAAAAACE/nnT7D__9ppo/s1600-h/IMG_3340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R4ulGdHJlsI/AAAAAAAAACE/nnT7D__9ppo/s320/IMG_3340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155395728768079554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to see her with those big raw blisters under her eyes from having cried all day. &lt;br /&gt;At the end Pat let her get on the bus for a minute before we left!  What a fun day in the life of a 2 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Unt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;il next match, sweet tennis dreams K!&lt;/span&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/1744029178764487667-5664903499706400856?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5664903499706400856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=5664903499706400856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/5664903499706400856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/5664903499706400856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/09/tennis-star-in-making.html' title='Tennis Star in the Making...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/R4ukSdHJlrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gMF9cGVJvxI/s72-c/IMG_3339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-6251026601600432661</id><published>2007-09-09T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T16:02:24.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, today is Grandparents day!  I told mom that yesterday and she said it was just another excuse somebody wanted to use to get to have another day of celebration for something.  Then she must have been thinking about it and called me later to say she wanted to take her 3 granddaughters to Cici's tomorrow after church.  Well, of course!   They ended up going to Olive Garden where Kaylee wanted to go and had a great time.  Happy Memaw Day!  The only problem is that she took them out to eat... one day they'll take her out though.  Meme spent the day with Peyton.  Happy Meme day too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-6251026601600432661?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6251026601600432661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=6251026601600432661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/6251026601600432661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/6251026601600432661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/09/grandparents-day.html' title='Grandparents Day?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-6433744046453714495</id><published>2007-09-08T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:30:13.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Stuff...</title><content type='html'>K and I had a fun day.  We got to go to A's birthday party, where K wore big girl panties and had no accidents!!! I decided since the party was outside it would be a good time to try them away from home, without worrying about messing up someone's floor.  When she has the pull ups on it's like she just doesn't want to bother with telling me.... except on Sunday's at church... go figure.  It's weird.  Now why would she tell me on Sundays at church, but all during the week anywhere else it's 50/50?  It beats me.  I just wish I could get in that little head of hers and get some answers.  Another thing I did different today is not carry her sippie cup.  so she didn't have as much to drink.  Maybe that's it... just go thirsty K, you'll be fine!  Really, she was fine and it gives me the idea to carry one less thing in my bag now!  Of course she was asking for applejuice a dozen times on the way home, but she survived... it's just habit I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone visiting my blog... remember, this is really like an online memory book for me so if you're bored..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff:&lt;br /&gt;K was playing with her playdough and stuck a circle of it to her forehead and said she was the doctor and needed to check me and write me a "scooption" (prescription).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She totally rearranged her room while I was trying to clean house.  Got her mini recliner in a laid back position and was doing all sorts of funny pretend stuff.  I peeked around the corner and hurried for the camera only to see her rare back and fall over backwards, recliner and all.  She just laid there upside down as if it felt good to be upside down.  I was by myself cracking up at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playdough again... this time in a clump and stuck 3 markers in it and told me it was her birthday cake and she then pretended to light the "candles" and sing to herself and blow them out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood was a joy today as I got to observe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-6433744046453714495?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6433744046453714495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=6433744046453714495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/6433744046453714495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/6433744046453714495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturday-stuff.html' title='Saturday Stuff...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-5501126381665692001</id><published>2007-09-04T22:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:10:34.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girls Don't Cry...</title><content type='html'>Well K started off MDO on a good note!  Since I was her teacher last year we were really together all of the time except for Bible Class at church or times with Memaw.  I wasn't sure how she would do this year being in another class all day.  Well, she got on her backpack and walked in like she owned the place!  She has had a great time already and the only time she cried was when they had to lay down.  Nope... she doesn't give up easy.  She has to be dog tired before those eyes will rest!  Well, she'll learn she has to lay down anyways... oh the joys of being a kiddo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-5501126381665692001?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5501126381665692001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=5501126381665692001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/5501126381665692001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/5501126381665692001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='Big Girls Don&apos;t Cry...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-8577569866318650042</id><published>2007-08-21T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:45:59.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Things About My Marriage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Where did you meet y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our husband?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We met at my cousin's apartment where he was picking us up to go to Astroworld. Yes, that's right. The day we met it was a blind date to Astroworld- like it or not we were stuck on rides together all day. Luckily it turned out to be a blast and it was like being with a friend I'd known forever! My cousin introduced us because she was dating Pat's roommate at th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e time, who is now her husband, Greg. We later walked together in their wedding and from then on pretty much, we were an item... well, with a few complications (long story).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What was the first thing you said?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I don't remember, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;ut one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; thing I said over and over (not to his face) was that he was so old... I just didn't know about dating him because of that... Ha! He was "27 and 1/2" and I was 21. Weird how you can have an idea in your head about something and it's not the case at all... I didn't even feel like we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;that different in age once we started hanging out. Either I was really mature or ... well you can guess the opposite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where was your first date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Our first real date with just the two of us was to Bradley's Brewery, which is now BJ's, and then to see the movie "StepMom". We had a great time and never a dull moment with endless conversations... I'm known to have something to talk about when there's silence for a second an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;d I even had this whole story for him about the carpet at the theatres and how I had a theory that the only reason they had the carpet with all those specks of all colors, shapes, and sizes was to hide all the messy popcorn, etc.... I think he thought I was a little odd about that but hey, it didn't stop him from calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; me again... and again and again! After the date he took me home; and back then he used to open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;the doors for me, so... In my driveway at mom's house (I was home from college on Christmas break), I sat in the car, he got out and went around the back of the car, got something out, then came and opened my door, helped me out, and then from behind his back out came a beautiful yellow rose (yellow was always my favorite color, which many friends don't know due to the overflow of pink these days!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;He has a knack fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;r paying attention to little details like that. He handed me the rose and leaned in and asked if he could give me a kiss on the cheek (talk about melting me!) Of course he did, and walked me to the door. Well, as usual, mom was sitting on the couch waiting for me to come in so we could talk about how it went. I just broke down crying! Yes he was so sweet but I had been in an "on-off" relation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;ship with a guy at college for 2 years, and now here was someone I could see leaving the "on-off" for,... for real... and that had never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First kiss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/Rs9yMccLRpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q3auVxjIvpg/s1600-h/pics+of+prints+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/Rs9yMccLRpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q3auVxjIvpg/s320/pics+of+prints+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102422460952430226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First real kiss... Ther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;were 6 of us who went to Corpus Christi to run the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beach to Bay&lt;/span&gt;" team marathon. We were staying at someone's house there and had a super fun weekend. Well the first night we were th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ere, one of the other girls stayed downstairs to talk to Pat (they had been friends all growing up). Us girls though were all supposed to be sleeping upstairs, so up I went to get showered and ready for bed. Well Michelle, the girl, did not come up for a while a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nd I got suspicious. See we weren't o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fficiall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y an item then but I knew I wanted to be an item and he wanted that too... we just hadn't voiced it yet. So being the snooper I was, I got as far down the stairs as I could and tried t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eavesdrop on their conversation. I couldn't hear anything, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ut could see them and no damage done.... It took her so long to come to bed that I got sleepy and went on to bed. The next night however, I decided I would be the one to stay downstairs and not let that happen again. I wanted to spend time with him on this trip and we only had 2 nights. So we talked and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;talked after e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;veryone went to bed and he finally leaned in for the big smacker! Here's what he said though... now if you know him, just promise me you won't tease him... he says he didn't say exactly this, but this is my memory exactly. I had on one of those "illusion" necklaces. Well, he leaned in and held it up and asked me what kind of necklace that was. I said it was called an "illusion necklace". He then leaned closer and said, "this is n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ot an illusion" ha, as he kissed me for the first time! Woo, woo, I know sounds corny but at the time it melted me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Long or short courtship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We met in Augu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;st '98,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; corresponded (as friends) through snail mail letters while I was back at college that semester, had our first date in December '98, still weren't an item because of my "on-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ff " a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;t college again, but did still keep in touch regularly (he even sent me flowers on Valentine's and I called him and said that made it awkward for me and "on-off". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm lucky he stuck around after that rude phone call. Then we (me and "on-off" officially were over in March '99, but I didn't tell Pat. I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;anted whatever happened to be "us" and not me forcing it. We walked in Becky and G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/Rs93dMcLRuI/AAAAAAAAABk/zjHL0IBoA0Q/s1600-h/pics+of+prints+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/Rs93dMcLRuI/AAAAAAAAABk/zjHL0IBoA0Q/s320/pics+of+prints+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102428246273378018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;g's wedding together in April '99, I came home in May and stayed the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; at mom's and spent every day with him that summer of '99, riding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; jet ski's and staying o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ut late every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That was the first summer I had ever come home to live... hint, hint everyone! Went back to college in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;August '99, he proposed to me in Sept.'99, and I moved home at Christmas time'99 and finished up college in Houston, so we could plan the wedding better and we were married in June 2000! To me it seemed like a short courtship since we really were not an item until May '99 and were married in almost 1 year later, but I have heard of shorter ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Where were we engaged?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My romantic Pat told me it was his dad's birthday celebration so I came home from college to celebrate with him. It was to be a dressy occasion so I brought home nice clothes. Saturday morning we were a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;t Barnes and Noble having coffee and trying to finish up a long essay I had to write for college. He was even helping me to finish it up so I c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ould enjoy the rest of my weekend. He was calm as could be! Then on the way to his dad's "birthday party", we stopped by his sister's to pick her up. She said that she still need to go to the Galleria, to pick up the watch she had ordered for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; her dad and wanted me to ride with her. So I did and Pat and her husband were to be meeting us at the party. On the way to the Galleria I noticed she drove as slow as a turtle, had to pull over at a gas station to use the bathroom, and had several phone calls from her husband about meaningless things. I thought, "wow, with her pace we'll never make it to the party on time!" It turned out to be Pat on the phone all those times telling her where he was so we didn't beat him to the Galleria. See he was on his way there to plan my engagement before I got there. We pulled up to the Transco Tower, now the Williams, near the Galleria and Lisa asked me to get the receipt out of the glove compartment. Out comes confetti, and a card for me!!! I was shak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ing and read it, "For your Engagement..." what?!?! Inside it had a detailed drawing and instructions as to where I was supposed to go. I was in so much shock, Lisa had to tell me to get out of the car! So out I went walking toward the huge grassy field that is a public area between the Tower and the Waterfalls. About the length of a football field there were a dozen roses evenly sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;aced out on the ground and at the other end was my dear Pat all dressed up in a suit, waiting for me to pick up the roses that made a trail to him on the steps of the Waterfall! It was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; a fairytale movie... as I was picking up the roses everyone at the park started clapping and cheering for me. One little boy even came and picked up one a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;nd handed it to me. His dad told him to get back. I approached the steps with roses in hand all dressed up and Pat got down on one knee and asked the question. I just yelled out and was jumping around so much he had to ask me to let him put the ring on. People were coming up to me asking to take my picture; one lady was on her cell phone crying telling her friend about it.... Then he led me over to a horse and carriage for a ride around the Galleria area. I just kept standing up in Houston traffic yelling out, "I just got engaged... woo hoo!" I was elated to say the least! Little did I know it still wasn't over. He then drove me back down toward home, but close to home, he made me close my eyes and told me we were going to a special restaurant to eat. He helped me out of the car and led me up the steps. When we got inside, I opened my eyes and there stood both of our families in a room all decorated with themes from our courtship. He ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;d told everyone in the families that they were invited to a special birthday celebration for his dad also. So upon their arrival just pri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;or to ours, they were shocked with the engagement news also! He had a D.J. set up,(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;who was a college buddy of his), food and an engagement cake. My mom, aunt and his sister, and dad were the only ones who knew and helped pull it all off. Mom and Lisa decorated like crazy, it was beautiful. There were round tables set up and a dance floor. There was a TV set up and he directed everyone's attention there, where there was a video of the whole thing... me getting out of Lisa's car, picking up the roses, and him proposing, and part of the carriage ride! His college buddy had been there hiding out videoing the whole thing, and got back to the Seabrook Community Center, where every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;one was to get it all ready. So after we watched the engagement, we ate and danced. Pat had made a CD of all our favorite songs! It was a day I'll never forget and will cherish forever. My husband is officially the most ROMANTIC man I have ever met o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;r heard of!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Where were we married?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We had a fabulous wedding day at Clear Lake Church of Christ and we went to the waterfalls in Houston where we were engaged to take pictures after the reception on our way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/Rs9zWscLRqI/AAAAAAAAABE/1HClNu9K57c/s1600-h/pics+of+prints+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/Rs9zWscLRqI/AAAAAAAAABE/1HClNu9K57c/s320/pics+of+prints+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102423736557717154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/Rs90fccLRrI/AAAAAAAAABM/GtVmQFppObY/s1600-h/pics+of+prints+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/Rs90fccLRrI/AAAAAAAAABM/GtVmQFppObY/s320/pics+of+prints+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102424986393200306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here wa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s the reception?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;was in the chu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;rch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; gym. Doesn't sound good, but it was decorated up b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;eautifully by mom and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;others, and another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; surprise came to me there. Pat had put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; together a slideshow of our courtship, set to all our favorite songs. He copied it on DVD's to give to some of our family too. I love to pull it out and go down memory lane once in a blue moon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Where was your honeymoon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Poconos Mts., Pennsylvania. The honeymoon resorts there are awesome. We got the room that was 3 levels, and included: the Tall Champaigne glass hot tub, a massage table, swimming pool, huge circle bed, and breakfast delivered to our door every morning. We did all kinds of sports stuff too: archery, air hocke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/Rs91occLRsI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZRVCMQcUhL4/s1600-h/Copy+of+Land+of+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/Rs91occLRsI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZRVCMQcUhL4/s320/Copy+of+Land+of+Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102426240523650754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;y, skating, horsebac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/Rs92uscLRtI/AAAAAAAAABc/1BQMLZjjODI/s1600-h/Alamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/Rs92uscLRtI/AAAAAAAAABc/1BQMLZjjODI/s320/Alamo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102427447409460946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;k riding, nature walks, basketball, etc. It was sort of like a cruise only not on the boat. Everything was included and we had dinner and entertainment at night... I recommend it to anyone!  Then we honeymooned throughout the summer since we both are teachers!  San Antonio was one of our other trips... Glory Days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://lifewithkids-maria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;, for tagging me!  It was fun remembering.... I now tag &lt;a href="http://www.doubletheblessings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; if she hasn't already been tagged!  Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-8577569866318650042?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8577569866318650042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=8577569866318650042' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/8577569866318650042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/8577569866318650042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/8-things-about-my-marriage.html' title='8 Things About My Marriage...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R7JYUXF7D1o/Rs9yMccLRpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q3auVxjIvpg/s72-c/pics+of+prints+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-5976840701441721842</id><published>2007-08-16T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:35:17.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blah day...:Blame it On the Rain, yeah, yeah"</title><content type='html'>Ever have one of these?  I'm sure I'm not the only one, but when you have one you do feel like you're the only one.  I feel as though I wasted a full day.  I got up sleepy and just never got started.  Could've been the rain... ok... who can forget Milly Vanilly (sp?) when we're blaming our mood and laziness on the weather?!:)  Just couldn't resist.   And to get off on a wild goose chase... do you remember learning about the fact they weren't really the ones singing it?  Did you care?  I didn't.  I was just thinking, "ok...so whoever is singing it is doing a good job and I still like the song, so why all the fuss?"  N E who... back to the original topic.  Is it a wasted day?  Maybe not.  I did get 3 loads of laundry washed, one put up, cooked, cleaned the kitchen, read my Bible, and typed on my computer.  I guess after seeing all that written down it looks as though I didn't waste the day, but I did not get dressed to shoes, as Fly Lady says to do first thing... and it really does make a difference.   Just think what all I could have accomplished if I had gotten dressed 1st thing!  I guess I just don't like days where I barely set foot outside... and K definitely needed to let out more energy today.  Oh well, tomorrow we'll start anew and get dressed to shoes first thing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-5976840701441721842?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5976840701441721842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=5976840701441721842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/5976840701441721842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/5976840701441721842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/blah-dayblame-it-on-rain-yeah-yeah.html' title='blah day...:Blame it On the Rain, yeah, yeah&quot;'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-3512828033296987936</id><published>2007-08-14T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:14:33.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for Meme &amp; Mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today I am thankful for my meme and mom. The day started with K and I off to meme's house by 8:15 for coffee and a little breakfast. Mom was sitting on the couch reading her Bible when we walked in... as she has always done at some point everyday for as long as I can remember, whether it was early morning or midnight, waiting up for me to get in. After a while, mom was off to work and Meme rode with me to do "take-backs"... and not the fun kind in clothing stores where you always find something else new to buy-these were tiles and carpet samples! I didn't want to have to lug K back and forth and carry those heavy tiles so that was a blessing to have Meme in the car with me and sit with Kamri, and the conversations with meme are never dull, but meaningful. Of course K kept us laughing just itching to get out of that car seat. K kept saying "mommy can I ask a question?"..."Where's my daddy?" That was the question of the day (over and over)....when we finally made it back from Houston to our side of town to Walmart, K just was elated to get out and walk! Yeah... we just had such a relaxing walk through walmart, ate at McD's and watched K ride the Earnie car=whoo hoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess the part I am most thankful for is the influence of being around a meme and mom who love Jesus. They don't fail to mention something about him to almost anyone they can. At the end of our journey today, I was dropping Meme off at the office. She stayed in the car again while I went in to say hello to mom. Well, while I was in the office, a truck flying down the highway with a trailer lost a tire and it bounced over the road and hit the front of our car. At that point she didn't even know what the bang was. Why??? Well, when I came back to the car, a man pulled up and got out. He asked if my car had any damage from the tire. He had chased down the man who lost the tire and told him about it because he was unaware he had even lost it off his trailer, so back he came too. Well, when Meme got out she said she didn't know what it was because she had been looking down in prayer to Jesus for the coal miners. The man just kind of sluffed that comment off, but I know that you never know what kind of seed you might plant just by a comment like that. This is an everyday, everywhere thing for her, and my mom as well. It is just part of who they are, like breathing, it's like they don't even give it a 2nd thought and Jesus' love and influence just come out of their mouths. And it's not like they try to make the conversations strain to that way. It sounds so natural and in place- not fakey or anything. I want to get better at that but I realize that you can not force something like that... God has to already be there on your heart all the day long. That's the part I need to work on first... really putting God first, and then maybe it will be as natural for me as it is for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks to mom and Meme for their influence and teaching me what a godly woman should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-3512828033296987936?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3512828033296987936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=3512828033296987936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/3512828033296987936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/3512828033296987936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-god-for-meme.html' title='Thank God for Meme &amp; Mom...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-6467642352253826022</id><published>2007-08-13T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:51:58.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Playing House</title><content type='html'>Today and the past week we have been picking out stains and paints.  It was very easy to nail down the accent colors, my reds and Kamri's pinks.  She walked in her room today and just gasped with excitement and said, "oh, mom... Hee, hee, I love it!"  The one color I thought would be the easiest has turned out to be the hardest - the tan! Kilim Beige, Nomadic Desert, Latte???  What will look better once the whole house is closed in with blinds on the windows and the electricity's up with the lights on?  I know which one sounds the best (Latte, Of course), but it actually turned out way too dark.  One ruled out!  I know I should just pick one, but it'll be there for so long because we are not going back to paint all these big walls! Once we're in, I just want to enjoy it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had my meltdown about the colors, now I am taking a breather because I know that in the grand scheme of things, the color of my walls really doesn't amount to a hill of beans!  So, we're almost finished.  Maybe 4 more weeks and then I can start moving in and have the fam and friends over to visit!  Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-6467642352253826022?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6467642352253826022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=6467642352253826022' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/6467642352253826022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/6467642352253826022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-playing-house.html' title='Still Playing House'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-6056571820569464503</id><published>2007-07-30T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:34:02.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Stuff</title><content type='html'>Diary of building a house.&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen cabinet guys, Mauricio and fam., started last week and already finished the kitchen, today finished the laundry room cabinets, Kamri's bathroom cabinet and 2 medicine cabinets above our toilet and Kamri's!  They're so fast and really great workers... very nice and they have good ideas too about where things should be placed.  So between Pat, them and me designing everything it should be exactly what we want.  We will have storage for everything!&lt;br /&gt;Reminder to self... if I ever run out of storage room in this house, I've got WAY too much and it's time to Clean out Fly Lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-6056571820569464503?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6056571820569464503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=6056571820569464503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/6056571820569464503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/6056571820569464503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/house-stuff.html' title='House Stuff'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-2433989746595666021</id><published>2007-05-03T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:39:52.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Framers...</title><content type='html'>Wow is all I can say looking outside my house.  I could not believe my eyes when I got home from MDO today.  When I left this morning there was an empty concrete slab.  When I got home this afternoon, half of my house (studs) were up!  I can actually take a tour through the house and see where everything will be!&lt;br /&gt;Kamri was asleep when we got home from MDO so when she woke up I had the camera ready and led her outside to see her new house &amp; playroom.  She looked stunned, but not necessarily in a good way.  She was very quiet and observant as the men pounded nailguns and chain saws was a little scared of all that noise.  Then her little 2 year old thought came out.  She looked at Pat and I and said, "I wanna ride my bike..."  We just realized then, that we have now covered up the huge concrete area that she has had as her "playground"  for the past couple of weeks.  She eventually settled for going to jump on the trampoline and later when the men left for the day, we took a tour.  She now gets it I think... she knows now there's actually going to be a house there with walls and a playroom (most importantly).  She said, "it's gonna be real tall".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-2433989746595666021?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2433989746595666021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=2433989746595666021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/2433989746595666021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/2433989746595666021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/go-framers.html' title='Go Framers...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-8400664153746035223</id><published>2007-05-02T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:39:12.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiet Voice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have been told by certain members of my family that I have a loud voice.  I think it just carries well, ya know.  Well, I have always tried to get Kamri to lower her voice and it has been brought to my attention again that maybe she is mimicking me and reacting to me.  I really don't even notice myself until someone gently points it out to me again.  So my goal today was to talk gently to her.  I have several friends who have gentle voices with their kids and I wish it came more natural for me.  After talking softly and not getting upset about every little "terrible 2" year old thing that happened today, I really feel like Kamri's reactions to me changed a little.  It does make a difference and I know this won't happen overnight, but I'm going to work on my reactions to her and I think this will eventually catch on and become a habit for me... and her... a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-8400664153746035223?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8400664153746035223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=8400664153746035223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/8400664153746035223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/8400664153746035223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/quiet-voice.html' title='A Quiet Voice...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-933212487250551482</id><published>2007-04-30T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:54:26.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>A Sunday Milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, Kamri got up during the night and then again for good at around 7, I fed her oatmeal by 7:30, and was ready to go to church by about 5 til 8am.  We went to the early service (walked in about 10min. late), and then went to Bible Class.  When we were on the way, kamri says, "I'm not going"  so we just ignored it.  When we were walking into the hallway and she saw her teacher holding out her arms at the other end, Kamri let go of my hand and ran down the hall to Ms. Mary!  It's just one of those little things that says, "I'm getting bigger, Mom".  It made me happy that she likes to go, but also sad because I just see the future and her letting go more as she grows.  I'll hold on tight on my end though and always be waiting at the other end of the hallway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-933212487250551482?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/933212487250551482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=933212487250551482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/933212487250551482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/933212487250551482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunday-milestone.html' title='A Sunday Milestone'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10095953144975227454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744029178764487667.post-4469129415451436675</id><published>2007-04-28T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T21:06:51.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April 28, 2007... Our Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Today started at 5am as Kamri came running to the bottom of the stairs calling for "mommy" (as happens every morning, but the time is never the same.  it's anywhere from 5 to 7am).  So down I go, give her a hug and then gently lay her down on the couch where I can be with her but also go back to Sleep (please!).  Here she buys it for about 5 minutes and then starts asking for oatmeal and milk.  I try to trick her and tell her it's still dark outside and still sleepy time, but her stomach tells her it's time for oatmeal.  So it wins and there starts our day!  By 7:30 we were out on our concrete slab bouncing the basketball.  It's like a new playground for Kamri, where she can run and ride her bike in what probably seems like a HUGE block of concrete to her.  I sit down in the cool morning air and have my coffee (the 3rd cup) and watch her giggle and play while all the birds are chirping and the cars that pass just stare wishing they were that carefree at that moment too.  We go back and forth playing on the concrete to the trampoline, to the dogs and back to he concrete.  Kamri's new big sentence for the concrete playtime is, "I don't go by the 'dults."  I translated this yesterday and asked her, "you can't go by the adults?"  And she then clarified herself by saying, "no mommy"  and going over pointing to the huge anchor bolts sticking out of the concrete, "I can't go by the 'dults,"  "oh, the BOLTS"  I say... so now she's got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;By 10:40 we were ready to go get the few items I had forgotten yesterday at the grocery store, and had a little lunch at Target.  When we came back I did some house chores and she played then we later made some brickle cookies together.  She actually did most of the dumping and stirring and did all of the balling up and patting down.  Little baker she is!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If you noticed I mentioned no nap in here.  That's because it was all of about 15 minutes.  On the way home from Target she fell asleep and when I got her out she stayed asleep in her room on Dora for about 5 more minutes!  So tonight she was laying down by 7 and out like a light by 7:30.  I already warned Pat that she'd be getting up early and we might just make the early service at church in the morn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pat wasn't mentioned in our day because he was upstairs almost the whole day working on the slide show for the Tennis Banquet which is May 10th.  He will be working on it every second he can until that day.  He really puts a lot of work in to this for the kids and they love it!  They better... he said he bets it takes him about 100 hours total just to put the slide show together. (Believe me it's not your average slide show... it's like a professional thing that someone would pay him big bucks to do for him.  Hey there's a thought!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Favorite thing today:  seeing Kamri giggle and ride her trycicle all over what will soon be our home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744029178764487667-4469129415451436675?l=robynloveslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4469129415451436675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1744029178764487667&amp;postID=4469129415451436675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/4469129415451436675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744029178764487667/posts/default/4469129415451436675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robynloveslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-28-2007-our-day.html' title='April 28, 2007... 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