<?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-16266178</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:52:16.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Little Thing She Does...</title><subtitle type='html'>a daughter, a sister, a teacher, a friend, a fiance, a child of God</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-5815078023178735690</id><published>2010-08-29T12:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T12:38:12.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case you miss me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We&lt;/strong&gt; can now be found &lt;a href="http://spannsontherun.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, my single-girl adventures are over. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-5815078023178735690?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/5815078023178735690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=5815078023178735690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5815078023178735690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5815078023178735690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-in-case-you-miss-me.html' title='Just in case you miss me...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-7636926990575556572</id><published>2009-06-05T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:16:48.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being a Boone...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am getting married in just a few hours. Yes, I have a million things to do. Posting on this blog should not be one of them, but I have been "itching" to write.  I am so excited to marry that Bryan Spann boy, but there is something I must confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a Boone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am already crying. I am a hot mess.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up to do my quiet time this morning and was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overwhelmed &lt;/span&gt;by God's love for me once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is today's verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will grieve, but your grief will suddenly turn to wonderful joy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John  16:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't understand this verse when I "peeked" at it a couple of months ago. I was actually disappointed! I wanted a special and meaningful devotion for my wedding day and at the time, I just didn't "get it." I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wept &lt;/span&gt;this morning when I read this verse because I felt truly loved by God. I am amazed that He cares even about my small worried, and today's quiet time proves to me that He does love me and He does care - even about the small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been grieving. I'm not sure if I'm grieving the loss of my identity, my "freedom", or something else but I definitely feel like I am giving up part of myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a Boone. I am so proud to be a Boone. I love hearing people ask, "You're one of those Boone girls - aren't you?" I love it when people tell me that I sing like Mama or that I have Daddy's eyes. In a silly, but small way it makes me feel famous. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will always be a Boone girl, but it is an act of submission to "give up" your maiden name and take on your husband's last name. And I do this with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joyful &lt;/span&gt;heart. I am excited to be a Spann. I cannot wait to meet Bryan at the mill tonight at 6:00. I know that when I see him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my grief will turn suddenly to joy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, Father, for showing me that you love me - especially on days like today. Thank you for giving me peace that today will go smoothly and I won't be a blubbering mess. :-) Help me to be a good wife - to shine Your light for Bryan and love him as You love us. Guide us as we travel together for the rest of our lives. Walk with us through the hardships and remind us to rejoice in you when we are blessed. Thank You for your Ultimate Sacrifice, Your Son. Help us to keep Him at the center of everything we do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail Lee &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Boone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/16266178-7636926990575556572?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/7636926990575556572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=7636926990575556572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/7636926990575556572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/7636926990575556572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-being-boone.html' title='On Being a Boone...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-3989191360296802404</id><published>2009-04-20T22:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:25:53.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suggestions, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>So I'm working on some of the finer (*read: fun for me, not Bryan) details for our big day. One of my "tasks" is to work with the ceremony musicians to determine what should be played before, during and after the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ceremony musicians are members of Mama and Daddy's church in Arden, NC. It's actually a family - a dad and 2 or 3 of his daughters (the 3rd daughter is a maybe). I had the chance to watch them perform together over Christmas and I loved it. It made me miss being able to sing and play with my own family.  It's all instrumental - guitar, fiddle, banjo, mandolin, etc. I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked out some of my favorite hymns for them to play before the ceremony. I know we'll be walking "out" to "Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee" but beyond that I'm kind of stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I'm asking for help from my faithful blog-public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need song suggestions! Particularly songs for the bridal party and yours truly to walk in to. If you can think of a sweet song for us to include I would love to hear from you. I'm open to sacred and secular music. I would actually love a good Beatles song in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... whatcha thinkin?? ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-3989191360296802404?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/3989191360296802404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=3989191360296802404&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3989191360296802404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3989191360296802404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/04/suggestions-anyone.html' title='Suggestions, Anyone?'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-6139694084831255756</id><published>2009-04-06T12:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:27:56.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Baaaccckk!</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cleanse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to last 10 days. We made it 8. :-) Day 7 was definitely the hardest - it was also the big snow day here in Atlanta. All I wanted to do was make a big pot of homemade soup. We made it through the day, but there was lots of kicking and screaming on my part. Bless my sweet fiance and his patience. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night of Day 8, we caved. I heated up some V-8 Tomato Herb soup, and sliced some Nine-Grain Italian Bread from Publix and relished every bite. It was the best freakin' meal of my entire life. We eased back into food pretty slowly. Breakfast and lunch for the next two days were strictly orange juice - again, heaven sent after drinking lemonade and salt-water-yuck for eight days. We ate alot of &lt;a href="http://jkmassonrecipes.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-vegetable-soup.html"&gt;Kari's homemade 10 Veggie Soup&lt;/a&gt; as well. I highly recommend it. It's 0-1 points per serving, and really filling. I will be making another batch this week in an effort to keep myself on the right track before &lt;a href="http://bryanandabbygetmarried.blogspot.com"&gt;our big day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I lost 11 pounds and Bryan lost 13. We have tried (fairly hard) to eat right since coming off the cleanse and have been pretty successful. We haven't gained any of our old weight back. In fact, Bryan is even down a couple more pounds since the cleanse. I am headed to the gym as we speak in an effort to whittle off a few more pounds before the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we may even "cleanse" again one more time before June. Bryan had more energy during the cleanse than I did, but afterwards we both felt an odd sense of "renewal" - like we had restored our bodies a little bit. Does that sound cheesy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions, we'd be happy to answer them! I'll post again soon with a non-cleanse related update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-6139694084831255756?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/6139694084831255756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=6139694084831255756&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/6139694084831255756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/6139694084831255756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-baaaccckk.html' title='She&apos;s Baaaccckk!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-1269316876745673385</id><published>2009-03-01T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:41:28.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 6 and 7</title><content type='html'>There's not much new to report!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still plugging along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan has lost about 11 pounds, and I'm down about 9 pounds. The weekend has been a little easier than I thought it would be. We even went to my sweet friend &lt;a href="http://adifferentbird.blogspot.com"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday party last night. Everyone around us was eating fajitas, drinking adult beverages and having a piece of really delicious-looking cake. HOWEVER, it didn't bother us! I could look at it and appreciate it without feeling like I was going to start foaming at the mouth if I didn't have some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went wedding dress shopping yesterday with my maid of honor, Sherry. It was fun! I will admit to procrastinating on this part of wedding planning. I haven't wanted to try on dresses that I would feel chubby in. I had some "chubby moments" yesterday, but I did find 3 dresses that I like. I want to try a couple of other boutiques that people have recommended before I make a final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 3 more days left! I can't believe I've been doing this for a week now. It's nice to know there is real (healthy) food in sight, but I feel a real sense of accomplishment in knowing we've made it this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check in with us tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm sitting in our office listening to the rain and hoping it will SNOW! I could use a day off or a teacher workday. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-1269316876745673385?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/1269316876745673385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=1269316876745673385&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1269316876745673385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1269316876745673385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/03/days-6-and-7.html' title='Days 6 and 7'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-5364457872163548783</id><published>2009-02-27T17:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:25:58.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 4 and 5 - The Magic Lemonade Diet</title><content type='html'>This isn't getting any easier. :-) I had dream last night that I was eating, and I woke up feeling guilty!! Today (Day 5) has been the hardest for both of us, but we're plugging through! I'm excited when I think about the fact that we are halfway done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more answers to your questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. How much of the weight loss is water weight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know. My best "guesstimate" is that at least half of what I've lost so far is probably water weight. And, that's what I'm expecting to "pop" back on once we reintroduce food to our diet next Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. How often do you have to pee?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot. Frequently. Thank goodness I have two other teachers in my room - my children would never get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. When you can eat food again, what will your diet be like?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are supposed to reintroduce food &lt;em&gt;slowly&lt;/em&gt; to your body. On the first day, we can have orange juice for breakfast and lunch. I'll probably bring a little of my magic lemonade and water to keep me "full." For dinner that night, you're supposed to make homemade veggie soup. So, if anyone has any good recipes, I'm all ears. For the next few days, you add in more fruits and veggies - keeping it as "raw" as possible. You add in lean protiens and whole grains slowly, and in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. What is this teaching you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am much stronger than I thought. :-) That I can live without a lot of the foods I thought were "essential" to my well-being: cookies, crackers, chips, diet soda, WINE, etc. Even on Weight Watchers, I found a way to work those things in to my diet. I'll still indulge on special occasions, but I know now I can eat so much healthier than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking in on us! Let me know if you have any good veggie soup recommendations!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not smell like death. Neither does Bryan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, I would make a very good pirate! I have newly acquired survival skills! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-5364457872163548783?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/5364457872163548783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=5364457872163548783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5364457872163548783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5364457872163548783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/02/days-4-and-5-magic-lemonade-diet.html' title='Days 4 and 5 - The Magic Lemonade Diet'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-4744791356256470371</id><published>2009-02-25T18:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:37:16.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - The Enlightening One Shares Her Enlightenments</title><content type='html'>Well, the author wasn't lying when he said Day 3 would be the hardest. I. am. hungry. I am actually craving specific foods - mainly cheese. Actually, I would eat anything you put in front of me right now - even the cafeteria corn dogs they served today at lunch!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can do this!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to answer a few more of the questions that you guys have asked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. What is the reason for the 32 ounces of salt water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While it is absolutely - without a doubt- the hardest thing I have to do every day, it is essential to the cleanse process. It, um, makes things "move." Quickly. Like, within 30 minutes of drinking it. What a way to wake up, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. How much weight have you lost so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of this afternoon, I've lost 7 pounds. That's a lot in 3 days. Bryan has lost around 8. Stupid boys, it comes off of them so much faster! It's also been really hard to do!! Keep in mind that wasn't the only reason Bryan and I elected to do this, but it's certainly been a benefit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Why this cleanse? Why ten days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually not sure about the ten day time period, other than to say that the author recommends it. He says that doing it for a shorter period of time doesn't allow the body to rid itself of all the toxins that have built of over time. He actually recommends going for longer - up to 40 days!! (That, I can't imagine. I just couldn't do it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually tried a different cleanse that we found at GNC over the summer, but we had disappointing results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll look at my book and search the message boards tonight again to see if I can find some more concrete answers about the ten-day period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep checking in with us! :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-4744791356256470371?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/4744791356256470371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=4744791356256470371&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4744791356256470371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4744791356256470371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-3-enlightening-one-shares-her.html' title='Day 3 - The Enlightening One Shares Her Enlightenments'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-968543453234439909</id><published>2009-02-24T15:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:37:51.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - The Cleanse</title><content type='html'>Well, this isn't easy - but it's doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still say the hardest part is drinking 32 ounces of salt water every morning. Bryan would probably agree. It's just gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people have asked how hungry I am. On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm probably at a 4. If I drink some "lemonade" or water, I'm okay for an hour or so. I drink alot of lemonade and water. I can have up to 12 glasses of the lemonade every day, and as much water as I want. So far, I've only made six glasses each day. The ingredients are expensive!! I don't want to use them all up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of my day yesterday was coming home to an empty house. Bryan worked a little late, and so I got home first. Empty house + hunger = a major opportunity to cheat. But, I didn't!! I put on Dr. Phil and made myself comfy on the couch. It was really hard to ignore the Teddy Grahams and sandwich fixins' calling to me from the pantry, but I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself looking forward to the tea last night. I think because it was hot, it made me feel more full. I woke up a couple of times feeling hungry, but all I had to to was think about the salt water flush that I would be drinking in a few hours, and it put me right out of my misery. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your emails and comments. They are encouraging - even if you all do think we're crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-968543453234439909?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/968543453234439909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=968543453234439909&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/968543453234439909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/968543453234439909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-2-cleanse.html' title='Day 2 - The Cleanse'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-6599230764412562173</id><published>2009-02-23T11:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:14:54.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleansing, Cleansing 1-2-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lord, what have I gotten myself into?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bryan and I made a decision this weekend that I am seriously starting to re-think. We are trying the "&lt;a href="http://therawfoodsite.com/mastercleanse.htm"&gt;Master Cleanse Diet&lt;/a&gt;" for the next ten days. We bought the book a couple of months ago and I've been debating on whether or not to actually try it. We went to Harry's last night and spent about $75 on the ingredients --- now we have to do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306041407578732466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SaLYjC4-d7I/AAAAAAAABSQ/Yl3S6qJlaj0/s400/BookPack_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bryan and I want it to "jump start" our wedding weight-loss. I've been using Weight Watchers (and will continue to do so after the cleanse). We're hopeful this will also serve as a way to get the junk food out of our diet. The program claims it will help your body start to crave fruits and veggies instead of pizza and chicken wings. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306037752093870018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SaLVORJeB8I/AAAAAAAABSI/R9MRiGEsvSA/s400/master_cleanser_K4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a "lemonade" concoction of fresh squeezed lemon juice, organic maple syrup, cayenne pepper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flouride&lt;/span&gt;-free water. At night we drink a cup of Smooth Move senna tea and in the morning a disgusting salt-water flush. After this morning's gag fest with the salt water, I'm not quite sure how I'll get it down tomorrow. You're supposed to drink at least 6 8-oz. glasses of the lemonade during the day, and all the water you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be a good idea to chronicle the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Master_Cleanse"&gt;10-day (yes, 10 days of this!!) cleanse&lt;/a&gt; on the blog. If nothing else, I can look back and see just how crazy I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is it going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, five hours into Day One I'm really doing okay. I'm a little hungry but if I drink some lemonade or water, that usually does the trick after about ten minutes. I'm really glad Bryan is doing this with me. I don't think I could stand the thought of smelling dinner cooking or watching someone else eat after consuming nothing but lemonade all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lemonade itself isn't bad at all. It's actually pretty good! I think I put a little too much cayenne in mine. When I make another batch, I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; put less in. The "heat" in the back of my throat is a little nuts. If I wasn't at work, I'd be in trouble. For me boredom = eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you guys posted. Feel free to leave notes of sympathy, or tell us how crazy we are! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-6599230764412562173?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/6599230764412562173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=6599230764412562173&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/6599230764412562173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/6599230764412562173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/02/cleansing-cleansing-1-2-3.html' title='Cleansing, Cleansing 1-2-3'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SaLYjC4-d7I/AAAAAAAABSQ/Yl3S6qJlaj0/s72-c/BookPack_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-7042884731110940134</id><published>2009-02-21T13:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:49:54.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the mouths of babes....</title><content type='html'>Every Friday, my kiddos write their "Weekly Goals." It's something I use to communicate with parents, and a chance for the kids to reflect on their week. Each kid writes two "glows" and two "grows" to wrap up their week, and I make comments on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I couldn't help myself. What started out as a giggle snowballed. I guffawed. I became that kid who laughs at words like "fart" and "butt." As I was going through my stack of Weekly Goals, I came across this gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I will make an A on my testes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SaBMajALAyI/AAAAAAAABR0/PagFAryLeAo/s1600-h/a_plus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 379px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SaBMajALAyI/AAAAAAAABR0/PagFAryLeAo/s400/a_plus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305324379998716706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wouldn't you? &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/16266178-7042884731110940134?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/7042884731110940134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=7042884731110940134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/7042884731110940134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/7042884731110940134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-mouths-of-babes.html' title='From the mouths of babes....'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SaBMajALAyI/AAAAAAAABR0/PagFAryLeAo/s72-c/a_plus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-4621154493004230220</id><published>2009-02-10T07:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:56:07.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so STINKIN' excited!</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day stinks when you're single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Nat has recently joined the "singles" category, I invited her to spend the weekend with me! (She's available,  people!)  There is all sorts of fun stuff going on this weekend - &lt;a href="http://sevensharpnine.com/"&gt;7Sharp9 &lt;/a&gt;plays at Hemingway's, Roper's Birthday at &lt;a href="http://www.midtownbowl.com/"&gt;Midtown Bowl&lt;/a&gt;, and (finally) dress shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we will take a million pictures. I hope &lt;a href="http://absolutelyspoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennie and Chris &lt;/a&gt;will be able to come down and spend some time with us. I hope Friday gets here soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301147242231696562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SZF1VINDDLI/AAAAAAAABRs/MyKH601L-48/s400/Land+Ho!+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There will be lots of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sister time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-4621154493004230220?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/4621154493004230220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=4621154493004230220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4621154493004230220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4621154493004230220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-so-stinkin-excited.html' title='I am so STINKIN&apos; excited!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SZF1VINDDLI/AAAAAAAABRs/MyKH601L-48/s72-c/Land+Ho!+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-523356322993842410</id><published>2009-02-04T17:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:04:56.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Belly Laugh</title><content type='html'>I needed to laugh so badly yesterday. It wasn't a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day - just a frustrating day. I came home in a funk, went to the gym in a funk, and drove back home in a funk. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I logged onto Facebook, and came across a video posted by my (almost!) sister-in-law, Leigh. It was the best six minutes of my day. Thanks, Leigh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can watch this without laughing, there might be something wrong with you. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-523356322993842410?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/523356322993842410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=523356322993842410&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/523356322993842410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/523356322993842410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-belly-laugh.html' title='A Good Belly Laugh'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-3056188182743869347</id><published>2009-01-31T13:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:53:17.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Surprises</title><content type='html'>Bryan and I have a lot in common. We love the outdoors, good wine, good music, and the company of the people we love most. However, there is something I religiously watch or record on the Moxi box that he puts up with only because he loves me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SYSbZVR_HyI/AAAAAAAABRk/cOpIkg0aHHk/s1600-h/american_idol_tv_show.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SYSbZVR_HyI/AAAAAAAABRk/cOpIkg0aHHk/s400/american_idol_tv_show.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297529921206165282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He absolutely loathes this show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me at all, you know that one of my regrets is never auditioning for the show. I'm not fantastically awesome, but I have a pretty good set of pipes. I'd be interested to see what Simon has to say about me. :-) Alas, I'm now too old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always admired the contestants who make it onto the show and use their time to give glory to God. I love to hear their testimonies and see how HE has changed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was blog-hopping this afternoon (read: avoiding the gym), I came across a video of Jason Castro. Somehow, I missed the boat on this guy. He's got a new fan in me today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrT90EgrnTc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrT90EgrnTc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-3056188182743869347?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/3056188182743869347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=3056188182743869347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3056188182743869347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3056188182743869347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/01/bryan-and-i-have-lot-in-common.html' title='Saturday Surprises'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SYSbZVR_HyI/AAAAAAAABRk/cOpIkg0aHHk/s72-c/american_idol_tv_show.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-8846275061696321470</id><published>2009-01-25T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:13:55.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXzUT-by48I/AAAAAAAABRc/fu_yi2iVipo/s1600-h/Birthday+Week+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXzUT-by48I/AAAAAAAABRc/fu_yi2iVipo/s400/Birthday+Week+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295340701523043266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry, Abby, Nikki and Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is from my 26th birthday at Piedmont Park. Screen on the Green was showing my favorite movie ever - Breakfast at Tiffany's. SotG is one of our favorite summer traditions, and this picture makes me even more ready for summer vacation. I look a little, um, "disheveled" and I clearly remember prancing across the street back to the car. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that "The Texter" took this picture, but (gasp) I see him in the background. I can't remember who else came with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to your 4th photo album.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post the 4th picture.&lt;br /&gt;3. Give a little "photo history" for all to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging - &lt;a href="http://jkmassonfrance.blogspot.com"&gt;Kari&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://adifferentbird.blogspot.com"&gt;Nicole &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://absolutelyspoo.blogspot.com"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;. Get busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-8846275061696321470?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/8846275061696321470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=8846275061696321470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8846275061696321470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8846275061696321470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXzUT-by48I/AAAAAAAABRc/fu_yi2iVipo/s72-c/Birthday+Week+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-6315738936488739008</id><published>2009-01-23T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:36:10.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>I have worked 4 nights out of the last 5.&lt;br /&gt;I am a babysitting machine.&lt;br /&gt;I am sleeping in tomorrow until I just can't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I get to do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone remind me that June 5, 2009 will make all of this worth it. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-6315738936488739008?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/6315738936488739008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=6315738936488739008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/6315738936488739008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/6315738936488739008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/01/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-8218685708290930222</id><published>2009-01-21T08:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:50:23.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>I watched 17 not-so-little heads bow as Rick Warren spoke the invocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at those same seventeen faces when they asked me to hold their hands as President Obama began to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at how quiet they were when Obama spoke... and remembered how quiet they are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when I am trying to teach sometimes. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to believe that this excitement could be linked to something evil - some right-wing fear-induced "sin" of my country. A country I am proud to live in. A country that chose change. Change that begins today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-8218685708290930222?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/8218685708290930222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=8218685708290930222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8218685708290930222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8218685708290930222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-2852675517138399242</id><published>2009-01-19T11:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:52:31.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Resolve...</title><content type='html'>To try and blog at least once a week this year. :-) I said try. I started this post on 01/02/09, and you see how long it's taken me to finish it!! :-) Here's a few pics to get you caught up on Winter Break 2008-2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286791772849123986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SV51G1YhMpI/AAAAAAAABNQ/j_H0cuj1ne4/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our "Charlie Brown" Christmas tree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286791781092810978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SV51HUF94OI/AAAAAAAABNY/hH9EKllI370/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Complete with a Charlie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yes K, that monstrous beast is still here!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I drove to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thomaston&lt;/span&gt;, GA to spend time with my "other" family - the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Matsons&lt;/span&gt;. Mark was my youth minister in high school and he and his wife Angela "adopted" me into their family. There are three other "kids" like me - Allison, Louis and Jenn - and (minus Allie and her hubby) all of us got together to sing at Mark's church and spend time together for the holidays. Sadly, I didn't get many pictures while I was there... life as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Matson&lt;/span&gt; is never dull! :-) However, I did get my new favorite picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSki8--VrI/AAAAAAAABOA/X3VHE7yTZ7k/s1600-h/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSki8--VrI/AAAAAAAABOA/X3VHE7yTZ7k/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293036382459942578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my baby sister Grace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mark and Angela adopted Grace a couple of years ago, and she is the best thing ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I also spent my first Christmas with Bryan's family this year - it was also my first holiday away from my own family in almost 30 years. It was wonderful experience, and I am even more excited about becoming a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spann&lt;/span&gt; in a few months' time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hazlehurst&lt;/span&gt;, GA (Bryan's hometown) on Christmas Eve to spend time with Bryan's parents and grandparents - Nanny and Pa. On Christmas morning, we woke up and spent the day munching on sausage rolls, drinking coffee, opening gifts and watching a John Wayne marathon. (Daddy, you would be proud! I actually enjoyed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt; movies!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After lunch I got back in the car drove back to Marietta where I met the newlyweds, Jennie and Chris. Bryan had to work the next day, so he stayed at Nanny and Pa's to enjoy some extra family time. The Newlyweds and I made our way to Weaver-Vegas to spend a few days with the Boone family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is the result of our annual game of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dirty_Santa"&gt;Dirty Santa&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SV51HoC_p3I/AAAAAAAABNg/UUj3Am1LyfM/s1600-h/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286791786449053554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SV51HoC_p3I/AAAAAAAABNg/UUj3Am1LyfM/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dad with his Benjamin Franklin "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSkjBO0npI/AAAAAAAABOI/ArF3Qc-GTjo/s1600-h/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSkjBO0npI/AAAAAAAABOI/ArF3Qc-GTjo/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293036383600156306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boone children...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSkjTYfwuI/AAAAAAAABOQ/wDCp51loSXY/s1600-h/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSkjTYfwuI/AAAAAAAABOQ/wDCp51loSXY/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293036388472570594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being Boone children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also drove to Greensboro while we were home to spend time with Mama's family and celebrate Aunt Sherry and Uncle Nash's 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthdays. It was so nice to be around cousins I don't get to see very often, and spend time just hanging out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSkkHBVHDI/AAAAAAAABOY/BhcRCB_FAL8/s1600-h/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSkkHBVHDI/AAAAAAAABOY/BhcRCB_FAL8/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293036402334047282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boone girls with Daddy Tom and Mama Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSrP6XgdeI/AAAAAAAABOw/rkNUNm9N4hw/s1600-h/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSrP6XgdeI/AAAAAAAABOw/rkNUNm9N4hw/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293043751921415650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthday Boy and Girl: Uncle Nash and Aunt Sherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSrQY4fbkI/AAAAAAAABO4/KEzf6BqUPjQ/s1600-h/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSrQY4fbkI/AAAAAAAABO4/KEzf6BqUPjQ/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293043760112823874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mama and her birthday brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSrQ2tooDI/AAAAAAAABPA/DKccQAgOT9M/s1600-h/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSrQ2tooDI/AAAAAAAABPA/DKccQAgOT9M/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293043768120352818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shook siblings (L to R)&lt;br /&gt;Tommy, Mama, Tia (Louise), Betty, Nash, Norma&lt;br /&gt;Mama Carol and Daddy Tom&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how rare this happens! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SV51IDtsqhI/AAAAAAAABNo/Pn5srtryWVQ/s1600-h/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286791793875921426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SV51IDtsqhI/AAAAAAAABNo/Pn5srtryWVQ/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boone girls with Uncle Nash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eventually, I had to come home. :-) Here are a few more pictures from the last week of Winter Break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SV51Ivjt2RI/AAAAAAAABNw/KUQbRu4QPI4/s1600-h/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286791805645216018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SV51Ivjt2RI/AAAAAAAABNw/KUQbRu4QPI4/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NYE @ Atkins Park with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We did get to spend a night with Bryan's cousins, Jerry and Angie who were in town from Denver, CO for the holidays. It was a special treat for all of us. Jerry and Angie moved from Marietta to Denver a couple of years ago, and we miss spending time with them. Bryan and Jerry were actually born only a few days apart, and grew up a lot of more like brothers than cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSlSZDX19I/AAAAAAAABOo/ehTE_Ng_J3c/s1600-h/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSlSZDX19I/AAAAAAAABOo/ehTE_Ng_J3c/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037197448435666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angie and Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSkkWiqo6I/AAAAAAAABOg/zYWiUaMZJgw/s1600-h/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SXSkkWiqo6I/AAAAAAAABOg/zYWiUaMZJgw/s400/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293036406500402082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bryan and Jerry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope this gets me back on the right blogging "foot." I promise I'll try to be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-2852675517138399242?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/2852675517138399242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=2852675517138399242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2852675517138399242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2852675517138399242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-resolve.html' title='I Resolve...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SV51G1YhMpI/AAAAAAAABNQ/j_H0cuj1ne4/s72-c/Thanksgiving,+Christmas+and+Winter+Break+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-8727431463505140339</id><published>2008-11-24T17:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:28:12.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor, Doctor Gimme the News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So a few of you have been praying for me in the last few months as I trekked back to the GI doctor's office for some testing. I waited for awhile to post and write back to some of you. BIG apologies. All my tests came back fine. However, I had a "nagging" feeling that I wasn't finished yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was right. :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know, I've been under the care of a GI doctor since my early teens. I've been diagnosed with acid reflux, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IBS&lt;/span&gt;,"sluggish stomach," and every other GI condition you see in drug ads on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been diligent in taking my medication in the last two years - particularly the pills that control my acid reflux. When Dr. Lucas called me back a couple of weeks ago, she told me I had done significant damage to my esophagus. The "up and down" of the stomach acid has created several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-cancerous spots that we will have to monitor closely every year. Before this latest round of testing, I was going in for an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endoscopy"&gt;endoscopy &lt;/a&gt;once every five years. Now I have to have one every year. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not the only reason she called back. When she was poking around in my insides, she did a biopsy on my small intestine and found that my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intestinal_villus"&gt;villi &lt;/a&gt;were "blunted" instead of long and skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this all come together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have weird, unruly villi. :-)&lt;br /&gt;2. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IBS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. I might have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celiac_disease"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Celiac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;disease. (A gluten intolerance = Gluten free diet = No fun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ordered a blood test to determine whether or not  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Celiac&lt;/span&gt; disease. I get the paperwork for said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt; and off I trot to the place I will now refer to as "The Scariest Lab Ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scariest Lab Ever is inside of a nearby hospital, so initially I feel fine. I walk up to the window and sign in. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirty minutes later&lt;/span&gt;, my name is called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mih&lt;/span&gt; Boo...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Abigay&lt;/span&gt; Boo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk back to the window and I am greeted by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tomeka&lt;/span&gt;. (Toe-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;) I hand her my paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh! What dis?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, this is the paperwork my doctor's office sent. I have to have blood drawn for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Celiac&lt;/span&gt; Profile. See?" (I point to the box checked on the paperwork. There are also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;instructions &lt;/span&gt;beside it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ain't never seen this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;afore&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haffa&lt;/span&gt; call somebody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opens the door for me to come into the tee-tiny lab. Panic sets in. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is the only one in the lab&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;will be drawing my blood. HOW DID SHE QUALIFY TO DRAW BLOOD???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later, she is wrangling with my arm and I am trying very hard not to curse. I swear she was actually wiggling the needle around in my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is finished, I hear, "I hope dis is right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me both, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tomeka&lt;/span&gt;. You and me both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within two hours, I have a massive bruise on the inside of my arm. When I ask my sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kadee&lt;/span&gt; eabout it, she said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tomeka&lt;/span&gt; went through my vein instead of just going inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, my doctor's office calls me back. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt; was done incorrectly and they don't know whether I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Celiac&lt;/span&gt; disease or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back, but I can't yet because my insurance won't pay for it. Evidently they haven't met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Tomeka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know when I go back. (No worries - I don't have to go back to Tomeka.) Until then, keep your fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-8727431463505140339?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/8727431463505140339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=8727431463505140339&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8727431463505140339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8727431463505140339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/10/doctor-doctor-gimme-news.html' title='Doctor, Doctor Gimme the News'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-9122820458767928824</id><published>2008-11-18T12:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:31:46.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Latest Addition</title><content type='html'>We are pleased to welcome our latest addition to the Smyrna Zoo: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270046524981157538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SSL3ZH9InqI/AAAAAAAABM4/q5gDzwHa-F4/s400/Land+Ho!+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Booney Bird!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because I have been terrible about updating since going back to work, I haven't had the chance to introduce Booney to his new adoring public. For obvious health concerns (aka: a house with four cats), Booney lives at Fair Oaks in my classroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270046533582007378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SSL3Zn_vLFI/AAAAAAAABNA/pu7qy-0uUQg/s400/Land+Ho!+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peek-A-Booney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's actually our class pet at school. On the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;first day of school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we were outside for recess when I heard, "Miss Boone! There's a bird on the playground!" I made the &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; mistake of replying, "If you can catch him, we can keep him!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In all seriousness, he is a lovely bird and probably would have been cat food if left outside to fend for himself. Our best guess is that someone decided they could no longer care for him and "set him free." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because all &lt;a href="http://www.cockatiel.com/"&gt;cockatiels &lt;/a&gt;can live on their own. In the wild. In Georgia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270046566439948482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SSL3biZrkMI/AAAAAAAABNI/4wl5YrYblxI/s400/Land+Ho!+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chillin' in the classroom.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He really has been fun to have around. He plays with our jewelry, eats erasers, squawks when we leave him alone in the room, and sits on our shoulders while we work and teach. We let him out for most of the day in the classroom - with the door closed. There was a brief "escape" from the classroom that ended with my running up and down several hallways screaming "&lt;strong&gt;BIRD&lt;/strong&gt;!" and muttering four-letter-words under my breath. Luckily, it was 3:30 and all the children had gone home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids did name him - although I do think his name is fabulous. When they found out I would no longer be Miss Boone, they decided the bird needed to be a Boone. There is also a popular book we've read, &lt;a href="http://www.loislowry.com/goonybird.html"&gt;Goony Bird Greene by Lois Lowry&lt;/a&gt;. They combined the two. Hence, the name "Booney Bird." :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come see us - all six of us at the the Smyrna Zoo. Thanksgiving Break should be interesting! :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-9122820458767928824?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/9122820458767928824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=9122820458767928824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/9122820458767928824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/9122820458767928824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-latest-addition.html' title='Our Latest Addition'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SSL3ZH9InqI/AAAAAAAABM4/q5gDzwHa-F4/s72-c/Land+Ho!+187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-763447515319447839</id><published>2008-11-17T11:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:03:40.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, Ma! He's Famous!</title><content type='html'>Well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan was recently interviewed for a Food and Wine article in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AJC&lt;/span&gt;. It was published last week, and I've been fighting off the ladies who want a piece of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;connoisseur&lt;/span&gt; ever since. I am ever so proud of my wine-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it &lt;a href="http://www.ajc.com/services/content/printedition/2008/11/13/wine.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him how smart he is &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/bryanspann@gmail.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-763447515319447839?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/763447515319447839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=763447515319447839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/763447515319447839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/763447515319447839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-ma-hes-famous.html' title='Look, Ma! He&apos;s Famous!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-8936634392602760724</id><published>2008-11-05T17:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:25:12.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I've been trying to think of what to say about the last 24 hours and how they have played out across our country.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265312104663583202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SRIldl4JieI/AAAAAAAABMo/0gwkMie0MoI/s400/OBAMA.450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(courtesy of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nytimes.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I say my piece, here are few wise words from some blogs I read that have said exactly what I've been thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From C&lt;a href="http://blessedendurance.blogspot.com/"&gt;harles at Blessed Endurance&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;"I'm hopeful that good things are to come for the United States, both for its citizens and for its role in the international community."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From &lt;a href="http://adaysgrace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lydia at A Day's Grace&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;" Did Obama win last night because Christians didn't pray with enough fervor? NO! Obama won because, amazingly enough, God has a plan for his life and he was meant to play a role in our nation's history. Is he evil? No. Is he wicked? We all are. So, please folks, get off your high horse of judgment and stop posting dooms day type scripture that does more harm than good. I'm all about some scripture, but the intent of most of the scripture I've seen posted as of late has been to make digs and allude to negative or wicked character. God doesn't like His words being misused - so I would encourage one to study their own heart before using God's word to name call."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); LINE-HEIGHT: 20pxfont-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); LINE-HEIGHT: 20pxfont-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); LINE-HEIGHT: normalfont-family:Georgia;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I watched both candidates carefully. I prayed about it. I voted for Obama and I am proud of my vote. I may not agree with everything Obama says and does, but I do believe he is (and will be) the best man for the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;However (like most people these days) I have a soapbox: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am tired of people calling him the messiah of America. I am tired of people implying that he thinks he is the messiah. I am tired of the paranoia-hysteria that seems to have overcome some Americans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He is not the Anti-christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Obama has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;deified himself. The media has, and people need to wake up and regonize it. It's time for people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;EVERYWHERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;to realize that he is simply a man - a child of GOD, like each one of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am excited to see what GOD has planned for Barack Obama and our country in the next four years. I am ready for change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); LINE-HEIGHT: 20pxfont-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-8936634392602760724?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/8936634392602760724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=8936634392602760724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8936634392602760724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8936634392602760724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-thoughts.html' title='Election Thoughts'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SRIldl4JieI/AAAAAAAABMo/0gwkMie0MoI/s72-c/OBAMA.450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-5569617282130809640</id><published>2008-10-16T16:06:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:53:59.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the World Has Abby Been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I have been very absent lately from the blogging world, so I thought I would take this rare moment of free time and post one BIG update on what's been going on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babysitting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I'm not at home, chances are I'm babysitting. With the wedding getting closer and closer, we are trying to make as much extra moola as we can. I'm sure my friends are ready to disown me - I haven't been anywhere fun lately. However, it has been a wonderful source of extra income &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I get to spend time with these sweet faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257846642036232034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SPefqeYMz2I/AAAAAAAAA7s/6mbA-QQdZow/s400/2008+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thomas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257846634475568482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SPefqCNmPWI/AAAAAAAAA7k/qpHcO3gVw9s/s400/2008+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Liam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257846625215276898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SPefpftxZ2I/AAAAAAAAA7c/wCE-mwXBhOQ/s400/2008+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chloe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Little Fair Oaks Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I did sneak out a few Saturdays ago for some fun with the girls. We all met at Hemingway's on the night of the UGA-Alabama game. While I drowned my sorrows, we danced and had a good time giggling at the redneck bachelorette party beside us. (Think: lots of AquaNet, fishnet everything, plastic pee-pees, and not so many teeth)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257850257432331378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SPei86xzRHI/AAAAAAAAA78/VejGzuXHxLg/s400/2008+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;With my Muffin and Toni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on a Hemingway's night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257850251531272162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SPei8ky4P-I/AAAAAAAAA70/V8Qj2BDbL1U/s400/2008+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With our F. Oaks Scarecrows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Visit Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257852968076155378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SPelastpmfI/AAAAAAAAA8E/N4Ia_KPNPzw/s400/2008+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bryan and I waiting for the concert to start&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Midway through September, Bryan and I headed to Weaver-Vegas to help out with a fundraiser for the now-restored grist mill that belongs to my aunt. We were so busy during the day that I forgot to take pictures! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;However, Daddy's band also had a fundraiser that weekend that culminated with a concert "on the green" in downtown Weaverville. It was really neat to see the small town atmosphere - Can you imagine a barbeque roast and band concert in downtown Atlanta? :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257852984722797842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SPelbquhNRI/AAAAAAAAA8c/tGbA8QbQ4rQ/s400/2008+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And the band played on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257852971723112098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SPela6TJvqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/jiHQXwiWNvQ/s400/2008+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Apparently Mama's butt was a little bonier than Nat realized&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257852974213065794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SPelbDkzbEI/AAAAAAAAA8U/719Lk02qLU8/s400/2008+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nattie cheering on the band. :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On a side note, we did decide to move our wedding back to North Carolina after our weekend in the mountains. Bryan and I both fell in love with the mill and are excited about having our ceremony at a place that means alot to my family and our history. The reception location is TBD, but hopefully I'll be able to work that out soon. &lt;a href="http://www.francismill.org/"&gt;You can check it out here&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm headed home this weekend for some sister time and I'm hoping Kadee and Jennie will be able to lend me their wedding expertise as I try to nail down a site in the next few days. Wish me luck! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-5569617282130809640?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/5569617282130809640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=5569617282130809640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5569617282130809640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5569617282130809640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-in-world-has-abby-been.html' title='Where in the World Has Abby Been?'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SPefqeYMz2I/AAAAAAAAA7s/6mbA-QQdZow/s72-c/2008+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-1321681856890960387</id><published>2008-10-07T07:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:58:57.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Nicole!</title><content type='html'>I heard about this fantastic contest from my wonderful friend &lt;a href="http://adifferentbird.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt; at her blog. The site is &lt;a href="http://www.hangbagplanet.com/"&gt;http://www.hangbagplanet.com/&lt;/a&gt;. They are giving away 24 handbags every 24 hours on October 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate the launching of their new website. I accidentally sent out invites to my entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GMail&lt;/span&gt; address book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPS! My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;. Visit them, peruse the handbags and enter to win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.handbagplanet.com/"&gt;http://www.handbagplanet.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-1321681856890960387?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/1321681856890960387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=1321681856890960387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1321681856890960387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1321681856890960387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-nicole.html' title='Thanks, Nicole!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-3245471410223802977</id><published>2008-09-17T10:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:18:07.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive!!</title><content type='html'>Just coming up for air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got several fun posts coming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - A weekend in Weaver-Vegas with Bryan and the fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - An interesting night out with Mama and Jennie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - School stories to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-3245471410223802977?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/3245471410223802977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=3245471410223802977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3245471410223802977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3245471410223802977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive!!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-2272844299306245711</id><published>2008-09-02T12:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:51:23.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Playing Hooky</title><content type='html'>I have the day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist at 10:40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to have the nitrous running when I walked in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He numbed up the entire right side of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he proceeded to do something called "gum scaling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad my mouth was numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noises his machines made almost gave me a triple anxiety attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He filled two cavities - one of which he told me was almost to the point of needing a root canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, dude. Makes me feel so much better about being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan picked me up (nitrous oxide = no driving).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit my tongue three times on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost choked to death trying to swallow Advil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-2272844299306245711?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/2272844299306245711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=2272844299306245711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2272844299306245711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2272844299306245711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-playing-hooky.html' title='Not Playing Hooky'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-1850885551152207702</id><published>2008-09-01T09:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:00:36.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Laboring</title><content type='html'>I love today. I look forward to it every year. It's the first day "off" for teachers after going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I've only been back at work for four weeks (three of them with the kids) but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long &lt;/span&gt;for summer. I miss sitting on my deck with coffee, Bible and computer in hand. I miss my Tuesdays with Bryan. I miss the random midday margaritas with girlfriends, impromptu lunches and even the extra money made babysitting. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few pictures to post and a couple of stories to tell, but I'm putting it off for just a little while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Monk marathon I must go watch. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Labor Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-1850885551152207702?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/1850885551152207702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=1850885551152207702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1850885551152207702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1850885551152207702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-laboring.html' title='Not Laboring'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-5511090848594518386</id><published>2008-08-27T19:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:55:12.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Secret</title><content type='html'>Kind of. Not a big secret, but not little either. It's not an intentional devious secret, but I haven't been forthcoming in sharing it with you all yet either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know- enough dilly-dallying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing &lt;a href="http://unequallyyokedgrace.blogspot.com/"&gt;another blog&lt;/a&gt;. I wanted to make sure this was something I was going to keep up with, and not just a summer "hobby" of sorts. I'm hoping that by telling my oodles of readers here about it, I'll feel more compelled to write more there as well. I've made some wonderful friends there, and found lots of "prayer warriors" to share my journey with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a way for me to share what's going on with me spiritually - my struggles, my prayers, my victories (however big or small they may be). It also reminds me every time I write that "putting on love" is the most important thing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unequallyyokedgrace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stop by&lt;/a&gt; if you have a minute, and definitely keep US in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-5511090848594518386?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/5511090848594518386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=5511090848594518386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5511090848594518386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5511090848594518386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-secret.html' title='I Have a Secret'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-5107305459024668294</id><published>2008-08-23T09:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:46:14.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fully Loaded</title><content type='html'>This one is a little overdue, but still worth sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My longtime friend Michelle and I were on our way to Girls Night at Nikki's house when we noticed something a little odd on the car beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SLASgAkmmMI/AAAAAAAAA7M/mLXPgmuYXqg/s1600-h/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SLASgAkmmMI/AAAAAAAAA7M/mLXPgmuYXqg/s400/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237706707750525122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;US: What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We squinted and sped up, squinted and sped up. (I wasn't driving, Mama. I was the papparazzi.) It took us about a minute to figure out what we were looking at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and why it wasn't moving&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Is that a diaper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Holy Crap! It is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: That's nasty! Why isn't it moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Keep in mind the speed limit is 45 mph on South Cobb Drive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: That's because it's fully loaded. With crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us: EW!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SLASf8BuKQI/AAAAAAAAA7E/3QyeKoMOLcs/s1600-h/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SLASf8BuKQI/AAAAAAAAA7E/3QyeKoMOLcs/s400/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237706706530478338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were baffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SLASfeH8wAI/AAAAAAAAA68/3rQ_u6Las_k/s1600-h/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SLASfeH8wAI/AAAAAAAAA68/3rQ_u6Las_k/s400/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237706698503536642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SLASowZqyVI/AAAAAAAAA7U/5y7iyhbzxXI/s1600-h/Dirty+Big+Diaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SLASowZqyVI/AAAAAAAAA7U/5y7iyhbzxXI/s400/Dirty+Big+Diaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237706858028517714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up close and personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sadly, my papparazzi time was short-lived. We turned on Atlanta Road and the Stinky-Diaper-Car kept going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you glad I took pictures? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-5107305459024668294?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/5107305459024668294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=5107305459024668294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5107305459024668294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5107305459024668294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/08/fully-loaded.html' title='Fully Loaded'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SLASgAkmmMI/AAAAAAAAA7M/mLXPgmuYXqg/s72-c/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-2759014609927178250</id><published>2008-08-16T17:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:23:06.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In This House..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKdCrZLRsxI/AAAAAAAAA60/OYp6Hum50rE/s1600-h/planetarium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235226405101482770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKdCrZLRsxI/AAAAAAAAA60/OYp6Hum50rE/s400/planetarium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love brings me a cold washcloth when I'm crouched in the bathroom reliving everything I've eaten in the last 24 hours. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love brings me Key Lime Pie from a fancy-schmancy restaurant because he knows I've had a bad day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love doesn't say anything about the fact that I order fries instead of a salad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love brings me juice and medicine in the middle of the night because I was too tired to take it when I crawled into bed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love makes me feel smart for knowing pop culture answers when we go play Team Trivia - even though he knows them anyway. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love makes the bed and folds laundry. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love watches Grey's Anatomy with me, even though medical shows totally gross him out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love likes it when I make breakfast for dinner. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love teaches me something new every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love lets me cry multiple times a day, every day, about the worries I will carry for the next week. He reassures me every time that all of this will be okay. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you, Bud. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-2759014609927178250?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/2759014609927178250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=2759014609927178250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2759014609927178250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2759014609927178250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-this-house.html' title='In This House..'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKdCrZLRsxI/AAAAAAAAA60/OYp6Hum50rE/s72-c/planetarium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-8979855852406837863</id><published>2008-08-11T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:32:32.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday</title><content type='html'>I was cooking dinner last night, minding my own business making BBQ with baked beans and sweet potato fries. Bryan came in to check on my progress and pointed out something that led to absolute hilarity in our kitchen for a good ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDoDRzgcYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ZtMdpeKu6KE/s1600-h/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDoDRzgcYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ZtMdpeKu6KE/s400/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233437910021206402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B&amp;amp;M Beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-8979855852406837863?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/8979855852406837863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=8979855852406837863&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8979855852406837863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8979855852406837863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/08/bryans-new-favorite.html' title='Happy Monday'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDoDRzgcYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ZtMdpeKu6KE/s72-c/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-3571459695320402376</id><published>2008-08-10T19:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:25:21.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can hear it already...</title><content type='html'>"Good Morning, Miss Boone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back at work for a week now, setting up and getting ready for tomorrow. The alarm is set for 5 am, my lunch is packed, my outfit planned and even after 7 years of this, I still get "first day jitters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the school stories begin, I thought I'd catch everybody up on the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life as SuperNanny began in early July. In all seriousness, these were not kids who needed behavior lessons. They were precious, fun, and absolutely wonderful to be with. I miss them terribly. Please meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDf-lh1CLI/AAAAAAAAA6E/0Wq30Wneg5w/s1600-h/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDf-lh1CLI/AAAAAAAAA6E/0Wq30Wneg5w/s400/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233429033323399346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDf-SyC7CI/AAAAAAAAA58/X79PHpae_nc/s1600-h/Mid+July+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDf-SyC7CI/AAAAAAAAA58/X79PHpae_nc/s400/Mid+July+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233429028291144738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Chloe (or, as Liam says, "Kwoh-lee")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told you they were cute. I got to visit the Zoo, a golf club, a children's museum, the puppetry arts center and a bunch of other fun places. They were long days (8-6), don't get me wrong - but they were fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pictures from the Zoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDf_TtnIII/AAAAAAAAA6M/ut21_QcMCt4/s1600-h/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDf_TtnIII/AAAAAAAAA6M/ut21_QcMCt4/s400/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233429045720850562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyger, Tyger anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDjpQo0VpI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MUOTYyoP5KA/s1600-h/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDjpQo0VpI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MUOTYyoP5KA/s400/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233433064984827538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A little panda action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDmCJpXT3I/AAAAAAAAA6k/h_1zrQp4ZU0/s1600-h/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDmCJpXT3I/AAAAAAAAA6k/h_1zrQp4ZU0/s400/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233435691628056434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a few more pictures to post but since Blogger is being a royal pain in my "tookus," I'll save them for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-3571459695320402376?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/3571459695320402376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=3571459695320402376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3571459695320402376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3571459695320402376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-can-hear-it-already.html' title='I can hear it already...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SKDf-lh1CLI/AAAAAAAAA6E/0Wq30Wneg5w/s72-c/Dirty+Diapers,+Liam,+Chloe+and+Fun+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-4242072234316499566</id><published>2008-07-27T16:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:27:25.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch of the Day</title><content type='html'>My Aunt Tanna emailed me recently with a picture that I have absolutely fallen in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIzYicqW6VI/AAAAAAAAA50/b28qwTLhyqM/s1600-h/daddypappyfishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIzYicqW6VI/AAAAAAAAA50/b28qwTLhyqM/s400/daddypappyfishing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227791353791310162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my daddy on the left, and his grandfather Pappy on the right. Two peas in a pod. I will confess to being homesick at the moment and every time I look at it, I feel a little better. Thanks, Aunt Tanna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Daddy.&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/16266178-4242072234316499566?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/4242072234316499566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=4242072234316499566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4242072234316499566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4242072234316499566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/07/catch-of-day.html' title='Catch of the Day'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIzYicqW6VI/AAAAAAAAA50/b28qwTLhyqM/s72-c/daddypappyfishing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-5919343381097149402</id><published>2008-07-25T11:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:07:38.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You all know what big Braves fans we are. So, when our good friend Greg called and asked if we wanted a pair of tickets he couldn't use for Sunday's game, we gladly agreed to take them off his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkoFGo6pkI/AAAAAAAAA4s/tzsREfnRDbc/s1600-h/Mid+July+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkoFGo6pkI/AAAAAAAAA4s/tzsREfnRDbc/s400/Mid+July+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226752910686856770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were just excited that we could escape to the 755 Club if it got unbearably hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had no idea that we would be sitting 12 rows behind home plate! Woo-hoo! Even though it was a thousand degrees outside, we were really excited to have such great seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkoFgqOV_I/AAAAAAAAA40/7Z0a3cN6oYY/s1600-h/Mid+July+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkoFgqOV_I/AAAAAAAAA40/7Z0a3cN6oYY/s400/Mid+July+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226752917671663602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chipper at bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkoF4NNjjI/AAAAAAAAA48/ZAg_96i1SL0/s1600-h/Mid+July+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkoF4NNjjI/AAAAAAAAA48/ZAg_96i1SL0/s400/Mid+July+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226752923992428082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiexera (my new favorite) had several big hits, but the Braves couldn't seem to pull it together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkoGSZ3EgI/AAAAAAAAA5E/jjqhZ8rixTI/s1600-h/Mid+July+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkoGSZ3EgI/AAAAAAAAA5E/jjqhZ8rixTI/s400/Mid+July+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226752931024802306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just before we headed for the cold air in the 755 Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was not a day for the Braves to come out on top. It was rather sad, actually. I think we lost to the Nationals 15-5. Ouch. I can't complain though - it's probably the first loss we've seen in more than a year. We like to think we're good luck charms for the Braves. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to the car, we decided our luck was turning around when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkrRRKnjiI/AAAAAAAAA5s/DdwZXPL0_7I/s1600-h/Mid+July+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkrRRKnjiI/AAAAAAAAA5s/DdwZXPL0_7I/s400/Mid+July+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226756418205879842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bryan found a dollar in the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know people find quarters and dimes pretty frequently, but a dollar?! We decided it was a sign. A sign that we needed to give in to our cravings and have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkrQQrsJKI/AAAAAAAAA5U/bA86BEGKRds/s1600-h/Mid+July+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkrQQrsJKI/AAAAAAAAA5U/bA86BEGKRds/s400/Mid+July+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226756400896287906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Margaritas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkrP5jJvZI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Sxc37BLKRUw/s1600-h/Mid+July+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkrP5jJvZI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Sxc37BLKRUw/s400/Mid+July+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226756394686463378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to one of our favorite Vinings spots - La Paz. Yum. Nothing better on a hot summer day than Mexican and Margaritas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkrQiUhk7I/AAAAAAAAA5c/NyOjdQFFvOg/s1600-h/Mid+July+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkrQiUhk7I/AAAAAAAAA5c/NyOjdQFFvOg/s400/Mid+July+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226756405630964658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Steak and Black Bean Quesadillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkrRDEGzTI/AAAAAAAAA5k/ES6ia3lnDpY/s1600-h/Mid+July+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkrRDEGzTI/AAAAAAAAA5k/ES6ia3lnDpY/s400/Mid+July+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226756414420471090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Triple Taco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We left La Paz and headed home with sunburned shoulders and full bellies. :-) It was a really fun summer Sunday. I don't have very many left! Come see us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/16266178-5919343381097149402?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/5919343381097149402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=5919343381097149402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5919343381097149402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5919343381097149402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-surprises.html' title='Sunday Surprises'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkoFGo6pkI/AAAAAAAAA4s/tzsREfnRDbc/s72-c/Mid+July+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-4329015769801067943</id><published>2008-07-24T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:04:38.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (Belated) Birthday Toni!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIcuNq9z-JI/AAAAAAAAA38/AquGDIu2AJM/s1600-h/Mid+July+044.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIcuNq9z-JI/AAAAAAAAA38/AquGDIu2AJM/s1600-h/Mid+July+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIcuNq9z-JI/AAAAAAAAA38/AquGDIu2AJM/s400/Mid+July+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226196704993474706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The traditional birthday girl birthday shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sweet friend Toni had a birthday on Sunday, the 20th. Being the good party-ers that we are, we went out on Saturday night to celebrate. We headed to Hemingways to see... you guessed it... 7Sharp9! It's way more fun when you know the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkkU8O3s3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/s9esEFg_3iA/s1600-h/Mid+July+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkkU8O3s3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/s9esEFg_3iA/s400/Mid+July+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226748784724652914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michelle, Nikki, Toni, Moi, Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(MIA: Sherry and Claudine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkkVGcsr0I/AAAAAAAAA4U/G25jZJWEtB4/s1600-h/Mid+July+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkkVGcsr0I/AAAAAAAAA4U/G25jZJWEtB4/s400/Mid+July+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226748787467005762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know I go out with a date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Right before we took this picture I heard, "Another one?! We've only taken 15 in the last two weeks!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have to have lots."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duh! Our wedding slide show!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) (If you look back at the photo, you can see my cute new highlights!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkkVRMDUbI/AAAAAAAAA4c/PK1aQfrBVv4/s1600-h/Mid+July+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIkkVRMDUbI/AAAAAAAAA4c/PK1aQfrBVv4/s400/Mid+July+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226748790349975986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roper and Toni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's not Toni's boyfriend Jeremy, that's her work husband - Roper. Toni is switching schools this year, and she needed a photo of her work husband so she's not tempted to find another one. You know, since the number of straight men in elementary school is staggeringly high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy (Late) Birthday, Sweet Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/16266178-4329015769801067943?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/4329015769801067943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=4329015769801067943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4329015769801067943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4329015769801067943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-belated-birthday-toni.html' title='Happy (Belated) Birthday Toni!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIcuNq9z-JI/AAAAAAAAA38/AquGDIu2AJM/s72-c/Mid+July+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-1935149759077585846</id><published>2008-07-21T20:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:09:44.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7Sharp9 in Smyrna</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday (July 12th), we joined our crew of friends on the Village Green right here in Smyrna. We were supposed to arrive earlier for Michelle's summer shindig at her new house, but we had a small hiccup in the way of our air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/06/88-degrees.html"&gt;Remember our air conditioner&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love.html"&gt;And how we already paid to have it fixed&lt;/a&gt;? Well, it broke. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIUqNxvMzuI/AAAAAAAAA2k/SgZHkTgux8E/s1600-h/Mid+July+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIUqNxvMzuI/AAAAAAAAA2k/SgZHkTgux8E/s400/Mid+July+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225629358811303650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This house was hot-hot-hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank the LORD for my neighbor Anita. She recommended an air repair man who works for the school system. We had to wait a little while, but I'll take a $70 fix over a $300 fix any day! We are currently loving life with a house that's at least 10 degrees cooler and a new air repair man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the air conditioner was fixed, I sweated my way through getting ready. I must stop to mention that I loathe getting ready when I'm hot. It makes zero sense to me to take a shower, dry off, get dressed, begin to dry my hair, and start sweating all over again. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. &lt;a href="http://adifferentbird.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole &lt;/a&gt;and "J" met us here and we headed towards the Green. And as soon as we arrived, the picture taking began. There was lots of singing and dancing. And picture taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU2god8AVI/AAAAAAAAA20/jJ9uPjdvnq4/s1600-h/7Silly+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU2god8AVI/AAAAAAAAA20/jJ9uPjdvnq4/s400/7Silly+Girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225642876880027986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My silly girls. I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU2gWJ3IAI/AAAAAAAAA2s/oursQIxOV5o/s1600-h/7s9MandC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU2gWJ3IAI/AAAAAAAAA2s/oursQIxOV5o/s400/7s9MandC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225642871963983874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not sure what Michelle's up to...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Claudine seems interested, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU6wC6mfCI/AAAAAAAAA28/yJq9UbWBekU/s1600-h/Mid+July+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU6wC6mfCI/AAAAAAAAA28/yJq9UbWBekU/s400/Mid+July+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225647539724123170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Toni on the blanket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU6wTeB3MI/AAAAAAAAA3E/r_R4BkTahjs/s1600-h/Mid+July+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU6wTeB3MI/AAAAAAAAA3E/r_R4BkTahjs/s400/Mid+July+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225647544167685314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nikki and Toni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU6wuYdn3I/AAAAAAAAA3M/N1IUF44xfG4/s1600-h/Mid+July+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU6wuYdn3I/AAAAAAAAA3M/N1IUF44xfG4/s400/Mid+July+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225647551392096114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Brother Robel (aka: Our Bacardi Supplier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course, the couple shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU_ZwdXAQI/AAAAAAAAA3U/drsLaI4RuJg/s1600-h/Mid+July+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU_ZwdXAQI/AAAAAAAAA3U/drsLaI4RuJg/s400/Mid+July+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225652654370652418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicole and J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU_aKN9w6I/AAAAAAAAA3c/lNK6LHPRswo/s1600-h/Mid+July+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU_aKN9w6I/AAAAAAAAA3c/lNK6LHPRswo/s400/Mid+July+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225652661285405602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me with Mine.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very giggly night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU_akrpRjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/AbTE52z_s2g/s1600-h/Mid+July+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU_akrpRjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/AbTE52z_s2g/s400/Mid+July+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225652668389213746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Claudine and... Jeremy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU_a9CzhEI/AAAAAAAAA3s/j62b1dcFtaY/s1600-h/Mid+July+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU_a9CzhEI/AAAAAAAAA3s/j62b1dcFtaY/s400/Mid+July+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225652674928804930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mike looks a little... disturbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My favorite part of the night came when this &lt;a href="http://sevensharpnine.com"&gt;awesome rock star&lt;/a&gt; signed ME. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU_bCDYUTI/AAAAAAAAA30/lnNGt1xznOY/s1600-h/Mid+July+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIU_bCDYUTI/AAAAAAAAA30/lnNGt1xznOY/s400/Mid+July+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225652676273393970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's right folks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got signed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a Sharpie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-1935149759077585846?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/1935149759077585846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=1935149759077585846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1935149759077585846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1935149759077585846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/07/7sharp9-in-smyrna.html' title='7Sharp9 in Smyrna'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SIUqNxvMzuI/AAAAAAAAA2k/SgZHkTgux8E/s72-c/Mid+July+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-56119603466398910</id><published>2008-07-17T23:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:07:57.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here!!</title><content type='html'>I've been Super-Nanny (no, really) for the last two weeks and haven't really had time to blog. The family I'm working for has one of those fancy schmancy Macs that I'm afraid of. By the time I get home, it's 7:00 and all I want to do is eat and lounge with Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping I can take my laptop with me tomorrow and upload some photos during nap time. If not, hold tight - they'll be here soon. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, my friend &lt;a href="http://adaysgrace.com"&gt;Lydia &lt;/a&gt;tagged me and I thought it would make for a fun update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS - You should go &lt;a href="http://adaysgrace.blogspot.com"&gt;check her out&lt;/a&gt;. She is fun and smart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? My parents just liked Abigail - it means "Joy of the father." Lee (my middle name) came from my maternal grandmother. I was almost Miranda... Little Randi. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SO GLAD&lt;/span&gt; they went with Abigail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Monday night. I was walking in the dark and ended up with a splinter in my heel. It's still there. And hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? I love my handwriting. I'm a little OCD about my handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Honey Ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? NO. No, No and NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? I teach 4th grade. It's a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? God did not make me a bird. I choose not to do bird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Quaker Oh's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do YOU WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO QUESTION 11? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? I've got some muscle. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Chocolate Peanut Butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Hair. Smile. Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK? Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOU? My pant size. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My grandmothers. And my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? No - I'm just wasting time. I am a little curious, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Black boxers (Bryan's) and no shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Black bean and cheese quesadilla. Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Robot Chicken. Not my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELL? Yellow Cake baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? I think Lydia is fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? College football and basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR? Brown with highlights that really need to be updated... and will be on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR? Green like Daddy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Yes - and everyone should be really glad that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD? Mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Stepbrothers - Bryan got tickets to a Sneak Preview on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? A blue and white tank top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT? Yellow Cake with Chocolate Frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? &lt;a href="http://adifferentbird.blogspot.com"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Probably my brother-in-law, &lt;a href="http://absolutelyspoo.blogspot.com"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Straight Up and Dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? No mouse pad - laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? Forgetting Sarah Marshall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND? Laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I can make my voice sound like I've swallowed an enormous amount of helium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Waynesville, NC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOkNG FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? Anyone's. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-56119603466398910?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/56119603466398910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=56119603466398910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/56119603466398910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/56119603466398910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here!!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-674338229982266120</id><published>2008-07-13T08:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:58:46.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a Good Read?</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my friend &lt;a href="http://adifferentbird.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;, I found the following list on &lt;a href="http://ew.com/"&gt;Entertainment Weekly's website&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;(Yes Mama, the one I did &lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-promised.html"&gt;shots with last weekend&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the following as I transferred the list here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cross out books I've already read. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Italicize the books I want to read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20207076_20207387_20207349,00.html"&gt;The Top 100 Books of the Last 25 Years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The Road , Cormac McCarthy (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, J.K. Rowling (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;3. Beloved, Toni Morrison (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. The Liars' Club, Mary Karr (1995)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. American Pastoral, Philip Roth (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Mystic River, Dennis Lehane (2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;7. Maus, Art Spiegelman (1986/1991)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Selected Stories, Alice Munro (1996)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Cold Mountain, Charles Frazier (1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Into Thin Air, Jon Krakauer (1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Blindness, José Saramago (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Watchmen, Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons (1986-87)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Black Water, Joyce Carol Oates (1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;15. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Dave Eggers (2000)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez (1988)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Rabbit at Rest, John Updike (1990)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. On Beauty, Zadie Smith (2005)&lt;br /&gt;20. Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding (1998)&lt;br /&gt;21. On Writing, Stephen King (2000)&lt;br /&gt;22. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Díaz (2007)&lt;br /&gt;23. The Ghost Road, Pat Barker (1996)&lt;br /&gt;24. Lonesome Dove, Larry McMurtry (1985)&lt;br /&gt;25. The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan (1989)&lt;br /&gt;26. Neuromancer, William Gibson (1984)&lt;br /&gt;27. Possession, A.S. Byatt (1990)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Naked, David Sedaris (1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Bel Canto, Anne Patchett (2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Case Histories, Kate Atkinson (2004)&lt;br /&gt;31. The Things They Carried, Tim O'Brien (1990)&lt;br /&gt;32. Parting the Waters, Taylor Branch (1988)&lt;br /&gt;33. The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;34. The Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold (2002)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. The Line of Beauty, Alan Hollinghurst (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;36. Angela's Ashes, Frank McCourt (1996)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;37. Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi (2003)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Birds of America, Lorrie Moore (1998)&lt;br /&gt;39. Interpreter of Maladies, Jhumpa Lahiri (2000)&lt;br /&gt;40. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman (1995-2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;41. The House on Mango Street, Sandra Cisneros (1984)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. LaBrava, Elmore Leonard (1983)&lt;br /&gt;43. Borrowed Time, Paul Monette (1988)&lt;br /&gt;44. Praying for Sheetrock, Melissa Fay Greene (1991)&lt;br /&gt;45. Eva Luna, Isabel Allende (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Sandman, Neil Gaiman (1988-1996)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. World's Fair, E.L. Doctorow (1985)&lt;br /&gt;48. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver (1998)&lt;br /&gt;49. Clockers, Richard Price (1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;50. The Corrections, Jonathan Franzen (2001)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. The Journalist and the Murderer, Janet Malcom (1990)&lt;br /&gt;52. Waiting to Exhale, Terry McMillan (1992)&lt;br /&gt;53. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier &amp;amp; Clay, Michael Chabon (2000)&lt;br /&gt;54. Jimmy Corrigan, Chris Ware (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;55. The Glass Castle, Jeannette Walls (2006)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. The Night Manager, John le Carré (1993)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. The Bonfire of the Vanities, Tom Wolfe (1987)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Drop City, TC Boyle (2003)&lt;br /&gt;59. Krik? Krak! Edwidge Danticat (1995)&lt;br /&gt;60. Nickel &amp;amp; Dimed, Barbara Ehrenreich (2001)&lt;br /&gt;61. Money, Martin Amis (1985)&lt;br /&gt;62. Last Train To Memphis, Peter Guralnick (1994)&lt;br /&gt;63. Pastoralia, George Saunders (2000)&lt;br /&gt;64. Underworld, Don DeLillo (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;65. The Giver, Lois Lowry (1993)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again, David Foster Wallace (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. Fun Home, Alison Bechdel (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Secret History, Donna Tartt (1992)&lt;br /&gt;70. Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell (2004)&lt;br /&gt;71. The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down, Ann Fadiman (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;72. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, Mark Haddon (2003)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. A Prayer for Owen Meany, John Irving (1989)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Friday Night Lights, H.G. Bissinger (1990)&lt;br /&gt;75. Cathedral, Raymond Carver (1983)&lt;br /&gt;76. A Sight for Sore Eyes, Ruth Rendell (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. The Remains of the Day, Kazuo Ishiguro (1989)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. The Tipping Point, Malcolm Gladwell (2000)&lt;br /&gt;80. Bright Lights, Big City, Jay McInerney (1984)&lt;br /&gt;81. Backlash, Susan Faludi (1991)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. Atonement, Ian McEwan (2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. The Stone Diaries, Carol Shields (1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;84. Holes, Louis Sachar (1998)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Gilead, Marilynne Robinson (2004)&lt;br /&gt;86. And the Band Played On, Randy Shilts (1987)&lt;br /&gt;87. The Ruins, Scott Smith (2006)&lt;br /&gt;88. High Fidelity, Nick Hornby (1995)&lt;br /&gt;89. Close Range, Annie Proulx (1999)&lt;br /&gt;90. Comfort Me With Apples, Ruth Reichl (2001)&lt;br /&gt;91. Random Family, Adrian Nicole LeBlanc (2003)&lt;br /&gt;92. Presumed Innocent, Scott Turow (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;93. A Thousand Acres, Jane Smiley (1991)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;94. Fast Food Nation, Eric Schlosser (2001)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Kaaterskill Falls, Allegra Goodman (1998)&lt;br /&gt;96. The Da Vinci Code, Dan Brown (2003)&lt;br /&gt;97. Jesus’ Son, Denis Johnson (1992)&lt;br /&gt;98. The Predators' Ball, Connie Bruck (1988)&lt;br /&gt;99. Practical Magic, Alice Hoffman (1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. America (the Book), Jon Stewart/Daily Show (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites were probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Persepolis, The Glass Castle, The Lovely Bones&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fast Food Nation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Persepolis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the first graphic novel I ever picked up (albiet for a grad class), and it was absolutely fascinating. It has since been turned into a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Glass Castle&lt;/span&gt; is one of my favorite memoirs. I saw the author on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart and picked up the book later that week. I could not put it down. People are incredibly resilient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/span&gt; was recommended to me by my Tia (yes, we call her just Tia). Sad and haunting, but awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fast Food Nation&lt;/span&gt; was the book that sent me into a vegetarian frenzy for 2+ years. My mother finally bought a free range turkey one Thanksgiving, and I caved. I still have a hard time walking into a McFatty King and not thinking about Schlosser's expose on slaughterhouses and the fast food industry. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;a href="http://adifferentbird.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;, I'm curious to see if my readers have any recommendations. My &lt;a href="http://goodreads.com/"&gt;Goodreads &lt;/a&gt;list also looks insanely long now. Thoughts on books I might want to stay away from? Your favorites?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-674338229982266120?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/674338229982266120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=674338229982266120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/674338229982266120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/674338229982266120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-for-good-read.html' title='Looking for a Good Read?'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-5158491895463930606</id><published>2008-07-07T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:34:04.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised...</title><content type='html'>As &lt;a href="http://adifferentbird.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole &lt;/a&gt;recently hinted, we made some mischief Saturday night with Nic and "J" at Suburban Tap playing trivia. We lost on the final question, but a good time was had by all. My favorite part of the evening included one of Nicole's favorites - Key Lime Pie shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SHLBjnZm76I/AAAAAAAAA2M/EE3KKygYml8/s1600-h/Trivia+with+Nic+and+J+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SHLBjnZm76I/AAAAAAAAA2M/EE3KKygYml8/s400/Trivia+with+Nic+and+J+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220447735691800482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't be deceived - those shots were quite large. However, I drink like a fish. Nicole drinks like a whale. Well, she used to. Maybe now we're both fish. I did find a &lt;a href="http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink4668.html"&gt;recipe &lt;/a&gt;for them online. I highly recommend ordering/making one yourself - they're quite delicioso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SHLBj6La8HI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qTJLVGj6RGE/s1600-h/Trivia+with+Nic+and+J+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SHLBj6La8HI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qTJLVGj6RGE/s400/Trivia+with+Nic+and+J+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220447740732567666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the chug-a-lugging began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SHLBkWM36nI/AAAAAAAAA2c/6VuoTLI-XTM/s1600-h/Trivia+with+Nic+and+J+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SHLBkWM36nI/AAAAAAAAA2c/6VuoTLI-XTM/s400/Trivia+with+Nic+and+J+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220447748254853746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;We're almost 30. Well, I am.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding - that was really fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry there aren't more pictures. At least I remembered to capture the important moment: Drinking like the collegiate hotties that we &lt;s&gt;are.&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean, were. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-5158491895463930606?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/5158491895463930606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=5158491895463930606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5158491895463930606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5158491895463930606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-promised.html' title='As Promised...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SHLBjnZm76I/AAAAAAAAA2M/EE3KKygYml8/s72-c/Trivia+with+Nic+and+J+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-7347938209762589576</id><published>2008-07-05T14:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:09:50.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smyrna Zoo Welcomes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WOODY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SG_DVv0TCWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/A0E-dHSduek/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SG_DVv0TCWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/A0E-dHSduek/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219605271526181218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we did not get a dog. Woody the rat terrier has been visiting this week while his "people" are out of town. One of Bryan's co-workers, Bubba, asked if we could dog-sit while he and his family took a well-deserved vacation. We (obviously) said yes. While it has been a lot of work, it's also been a lot of fun. I have someone to walk with 2 or 3 times a day, and he watches TLC and HGTV without moaning or groaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did, however, learn a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are not big fans of picking up poo at 7:30 am when someone wants to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It gets really hot in the bed when there's a dog sleeping in your armpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our cats + one small dog = Some pretty p.o.'d cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SG_GPVSsezI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ITo_ne4heo4/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SG_GPVSsezI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ITo_ne4heo4/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219608459861588786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is not the face of a happy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few days ago, I kept my friend Nikki's little boy, Tyler while she and her husband &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.sevensharpnine.com"&gt;Chris &lt;/a&gt;did some work in their rental house. Here's what happened when we introduced Tyler to Woody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SG_FVshupyI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SxczprRWXYc/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SG_FVshupyI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SxczprRWXYc/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219607469666248482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love this face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SG_FVyZA6fI/AAAAAAAAA1s/fVFXvbx83A8/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SG_FVyZA6fI/AAAAAAAAA1s/fVFXvbx83A8/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219607471240309234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This didn't last long. Buddy soon retreated to the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SG_FWpYUW3I/AAAAAAAAA18/puvsALKlP80/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SG_FWpYUW3I/AAAAAAAAA18/puvsALKlP80/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219607486001339250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These two wore each other out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SG_FVOAsp9I/AAAAAAAAA1c/UedIMs9oehM/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SG_FVOAsp9I/AAAAAAAAA1c/UedIMs9oehM/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219607461474641874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tag! You're it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be sad to see Woody go home today. However, I will enjoy not waking up in a deep sweat and sleeping (at least) until 9 am without dog breath in my face. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16266178-7347938209762589576?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/7347938209762589576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=7347938209762589576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/7347938209762589576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/7347938209762589576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/07/smyrna-zoo-welcomes.html' title='The Smyrna Zoo Welcomes...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SG_DVv0TCWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/A0E-dHSduek/s72-c/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-3054916648045855870</id><published>2008-07-02T11:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:15:21.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Students in the Summertime?!</title><content type='html'>Every year, Six Flags sponsors a program called &lt;a href="http://www.rtsregistration.com/"&gt;Read to Succeed&lt;/a&gt;. It's absolutely fabulous. Students read for 600 minutes after school, documented by parents, and they get a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;free &lt;/span&gt;Six Flags ticket in return. Their classroom teacher also gets a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;free &lt;/span&gt;Six Flags ticket of her very own as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know I teach in a low-income school. This means that while the free Six Flags ticket is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;reward, it's not something their parents can afford to do with the whole family. So, this year I made the offer (along with my good friend and colleague, John Roper) to take any kid who wanted to go with me (us) as long as they had a free ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv5oYwKPvI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Q1VhD_jRxKg/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv5oYwKPvI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Q1VhD_jRxKg/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218539065473384178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brave friend, Roper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;John and I rented a 15 passenger van, packed a bunch of sandwiches, Doritos, sodas and Little Debbies into a cooler and headed towards Six Flags yesterday morning. We had 8 students come along, and two additional chaperones - Bryan (who gave up his day off) and another parent, Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv17-lZB1I/AAAAAAAAAzk/Y7uRCc7liu0/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv17-lZB1I/AAAAAAAAAzk/Y7uRCc7liu0/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218535003999766354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv2_PKoUNI/AAAAAAAAAzs/9TbKcaHMthw/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv2_PKoUNI/AAAAAAAAAzs/9TbKcaHMthw/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218536159502160082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting to go in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv2_vAbvQI/AAAAAAAAAz0/o3yY7YF2jb8/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv2_vAbvQI/AAAAAAAAAz0/o3yY7YF2jb8/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218536168049327362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was just before Bryan's most un-favorite ride of the day. It's a carousel of swings (hanging on chains) that rises up in the air and glides up and down for about 2 or 3 minutes. The man with slight acrophobia almost lost his lunch. :-) We made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv78crpemI/AAAAAAAAA00/SE0dFN24RKI/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv78crpemI/AAAAAAAAA00/SE0dFN24RKI/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218541609148840546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv3ANG3bRI/AAAAAAAAAz8/IZxJhwOyTRg/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv3ANG3bRI/AAAAAAAAAz8/IZxJhwOyTRg/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218536176129371410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into Monster Plantation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of you know I am NOT a rollercoaster girl. I will watch from the ground all day long while everyone else gets turned upside down and thrown around in circles in a box on a track. However, I surprised myself by riding the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georgia_Scorcher"&gt;Georgia Scorcher&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv5mH2H2SI/AAAAAAAAA0M/VUXZaeHthyg/s1600-h/250px-SFoG-Georgia_Scorcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv5mH2H2SI/AAAAAAAAA0M/VUXZaeHthyg/s400/250px-SFoG-Georgia_Scorcher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218539026575251746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Photo Courtesy of Wikipedia :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You ride this monster standing up. STANDING UP! I was standing in line, debating on whether or not I would chicken out when I realized how short the ride was - under a minute. I talked myself into it. When we got off, I had two concerns: 1) How to make my legs stop shaking. 2) My blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck to less heart-condition inducing rides for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv5ncg7HFI/AAAAAAAAA0c/COanr8fbm6Y/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv5ncg7HFI/AAAAAAAAA0c/COanr8fbm6Y/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218539049303350354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drying off after Skull Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv5oiDJbBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/4yQEsNOuoyQ/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv5oiDJbBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/4yQEsNOuoyQ/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218539067968941074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tired chaperones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic and exhausting day. The kids had a great time, we learned we definitely need more time in the park (we only stayed until 6pm - next year we'll stay until it closes), and I can't wait to do it again! I think next year, we'll need another can. Everybody said, "Can we come with you next year?" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv79GZ7x4I/AAAAAAAAA08/czaMZvFb4j0/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv79GZ7x4I/AAAAAAAAA08/czaMZvFb4j0/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218541620348831618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking back to the van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv79feAjLI/AAAAAAAAA1E/1f2IgrOn5qU/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv79feAjLI/AAAAAAAAA1E/1f2IgrOn5qU/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218541627076807858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We don't want to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv790uCrBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/cj2FZj_DfE0/s1600-h/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv790uCrBI/AAAAAAAAA1M/cj2FZj_DfE0/s400/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218541632781200402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said, "Show me a tired face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-3054916648045855870?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/3054916648045855870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=3054916648045855870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3054916648045855870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3054916648045855870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/07/students-in-summertime.html' title='Students in the Summertime?!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGv5oYwKPvI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Q1VhD_jRxKg/s72-c/Dogsitting+and+Six+Flags+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-660670416956871508</id><published>2008-06-27T10:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:25:23.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that Make Me Proud  to be a Boone..</title><content type='html'>My Aunt Tanna emailed me last night with the latest article on The Francis Grist Mill. Aunt Tanna has worked tirelessly to restore this beautiful piece of our family's history. The mill is located (literally) right in front of my Mimi's (and now Aunt Tanna's) house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, it was always a big mystery to me. We were never allowed to cross the creek to explore it. The structure was too old and in disrepair. I love being able to walk inside and all around it and wonder how my great-grandparents were able to keep it going as long as they did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="head"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGT2doK-mPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/qkX74rskcm4/s1600-h/francismillspring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGT2doK-mPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/qkX74rskcm4/s400/francismillspring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565257261979890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mill in Spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://francismill.org"&gt;FPMS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't tell Aunt Tanna often enough how proud I am that she (and so many others) have brought back some of our family's history to life. Francis Cove is one of my favorite places in the world, and I am blessed to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following article comes straight from &lt;a href="http://www.citizen-times.com/"&gt;Haywood County News&lt;/a&gt;, by Edie Burnette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGT2dJIqJPI/AAAAAAAAAyk/1Cws3IZ0c54/s1600-h/haywoodcounty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGT2dJIqJPI/AAAAAAAAAyk/1Cws3IZ0c54/s400/haywoodcounty.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565248930751730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 id="heading"&gt;If these walls could talk, they would tell of a historic gristmill brought back to life&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!--Byline--&gt;  &lt;!--Timestamp--&gt;&lt;p&gt;This diary belongs to Francis Grist Mill, U.S. 276, just outside Waynesville:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1976–2004: Getting old is not for sissies. My joints creak, the waterwheel won’t turn and part of a wall has fallen down. My gears are probably frozen in place. I long for the days when I was useful, grinding corn and wheat to keep my people fed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2004: Who are these people looking at me, making notes? One fellow said he was with the Heritage Conservation Network in Boulder, Colorado. New beam and posts? Siding? Unstable? I could have told them that and more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JULY, 2004: They are back with more people and some of them look familiar. One man lives just up the road and little Tanna (Tiimbes) who swept my floor is all grown up. Why do they have all those tools and equipment? I hope they aren’t here to pull my gear teeth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JULY, 2004: It has been a busy two weeks since HCN began this workshop. I am stable again! A new sill beam rests where the old one was rotting away and five new posts have replaced the old ones. These people have spent hours cutting and chiseling mortises and tenons. That huge machine called a crane had to lift the 26’ sill beam and get it in place! Nineteen volunteers from nine states and Sweden spent 1,800 hours beginning my restoration, not including some 40 others who brought food, drinks, and manpower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JULY 2005: They are back for another two-week workshop! Some of them are earning college credit for putting me back together. I wonder if they know that some of the folks around here, volunteers with Francis Mill Preservation Society, have been spending hours working on my facelift?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These good people repaired the support beams under my heavy millstones, put more new posts on my east wall, repaired joist ends, installed new floor joists and new floor planks for the machine room floor, and were so careful that the new was like the old. The siding and battens on my south side were reinstalled and I have new siding on the east wall. Before they left, they restored some of my fascia and eave molding. This year the 16 volunteers included four returnees from Ohio, Michigan, Florida and Texas, along with students from Michigan, Georgia and North Carolina. Add to that an additional 35 who came with food and power equipment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JULY 2006: Repairs to my structure are finished and I am now stable, completely enclosed and watertight. Bridge timber that supports my heavy millstones has been repaired, the siding on my front wall has been replaced, and they are beginning to reconstruct the flume that collapsed in 1980 under a heavy snow. Flume tower foundations have been excavated and poured and five are completed. Volunteers will finish the flume. Eighteen mill volunteers were here, three returning for the third year. Others were from Florida, Michigan and Texas and North Carolina. Again, 35 other volunteers ran errands, fed everyone, and brought needed materials.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JUNE 22, 23, 24, 2007: My new steel waterwheel has been installed by nine FMPS volunteers and a crew from the Water Wheel Factory in Franklin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luckily, I still have much of my original equipment, such as stones, overhead belts and pulleys, wooden gears and a variety of grinders. With new belts, it all still works with the help of John Lovett, a millwright hired to get everything in working order.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JULY 2007: The flume box has been installed and it is handsome. Volunteers from FMPS, Raven Road Builders and Plemmons Plumbing have refurbished the milldam and connected the wooden flume to the pond with an underground pipe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEPT. 22, 2007: The waterwheel turned during the 2nd Annual Music at the Mill!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;APRIL 26, 2008: I ground 150 pounds of corn meal! I feel like my old self again – ready to work! I surely have a long list of thank you notes to write, including those who financed my return to good health - Steele Reese Foundation, Society for Preservation of Old Mills, Terrence Mills Preservation Fund, James McClure Clark Foundation, Janirve Foundation, Mast General Store, Society for Industrial Archaeology and Haywood County Community Foundation. This has truly been a community project!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the opinion of Edie Burnette, who writes a weekly features column for the Haywood County News. She can be reached at &lt;a href="mailto:ediehb58@bellsouth.net"&gt;ediehb58@bellsouth.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGT2dV2YuwI/AAAAAAAAAys/kAbGO-Bjec4/s1600-h/wheelturning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGT2dV2YuwI/AAAAAAAAAys/kAbGO-Bjec4/s400/wheelturning.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565252343773954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wheel turning for the first time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-660670416956871508?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/660670416956871508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=660670416956871508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/660670416956871508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/660670416956871508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-that-make-me-proud-to-be-boone.html' title='Things that Make Me Proud  to be a Boone..'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGT2doK-mPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/qkX74rskcm4/s72-c/francismillspring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-2684403665203780145</id><published>2008-06-25T18:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:13:37.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Hike</title><content type='html'>We (eventually) rolled out of bed on Sunday morning after a late birthday night and decided we needed to do something to "heal" our partied-out bodies. Bryan and I have taken to hiking on the weekends, and we use &lt;a href="http://georgiatrails.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; to help us choose our new destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia Trails is really fantastic. You can make really specific searches based on difficulty, scenery requests, county locations, etc.. The site also gives (fairly) decent directions and a review of each trail to help you make your decisions! I decided I wanted to see a waterfall, but we didn't want to spend an hour driving to get somewhere. So, we settled on Oxbo Trail in Roswell, GA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLH-GmhdlI/AAAAAAAAAxM/d3CLjLN4rAA/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLH-GmhdlI/AAAAAAAAAxM/d3CLjLN4rAA/s400/Birthday+Bryan+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215951188186461778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLH-sP9wXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/mGPOSm3ZV4Q/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLH-sP9wXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/mGPOSm3ZV4Q/s400/Birthday+Bryan+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215951198292394354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLH_IRviCI/AAAAAAAAAxc/i2wOULJT8tI/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLH_IRviCI/AAAAAAAAAxc/i2wOULJT8tI/s400/Birthday+Bryan+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215951205816043554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These signs kept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/10/tales-from-trail.html"&gt;Bryan from playing Boy Scout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We hiked about an hour out to the waterfall. The trail was wonderfully quiet. Evidently there weren't too many people hiking our way to get to the waterfall. We saw several families and couples once we got there, but apparently, they had taken a different way in. We rested about an hour before heading back to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLIAGEWjoI/AAAAAAAAAxs/7imQrcpxuLU/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLIAGEWjoI/AAAAAAAAAxs/7imQrcpxuLU/s400/Birthday+Bryan+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215951222402879106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looks innocent, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLLf_LMt0I/AAAAAAAAAx0/JbqzuF6Ac4A/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLLf_LMt0I/AAAAAAAAAx0/JbqzuF6Ac4A/s400/Birthday+Bryan+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215955068843243330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking straight down...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cannot believe I walked out far enough to do this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLH_rgSNGI/AAAAAAAAAxk/riIQBZbLGdQ/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLH_rgSNGI/AAAAAAAAAxk/riIQBZbLGdQ/s400/Birthday+Bryan+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215951215272277090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a view from the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLLgd8uuBI/AAAAAAAAAx8/_nBrGPYNWQQ/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLLgd8uuBI/AAAAAAAAAx8/_nBrGPYNWQQ/s400/Birthday+Bryan+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215955077104056338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peeking through the leaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLLgwY01NI/AAAAAAAAAyE/D5UA1z6DhQk/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLLgwY01NI/AAAAAAAAAyE/D5UA1z6DhQk/s400/Birthday+Bryan+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215955082053735634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan climbed down a LOT of rocks to get this shot...&lt;br /&gt;I stayed my scaredy-cat butt up top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As we started walking back, we noticed this cool rope swing you could take out into the middle of the water just before the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLLhghuCXI/AAAAAAAAAyU/KWTKzvimgUI/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLLhghuCXI/AAAAAAAAAyU/KWTKzvimgUI/s400/Birthday+Bryan+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215955094975940978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You could also climb this really awesome tree and swing out into the water on the rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLQnjJQDNI/AAAAAAAAAyc/CndFof3LGwk/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLQnjJQDNI/AAAAAAAAAyc/CndFof3LGwk/s400/Birthday+Bryan+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215960696315972818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We didn't do that either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In all seriousness, I love hiking with Bryan. I love being outside. I love seeing some of the countless wonders HE created. We get to talk without the distractions of people watching, or the TV/Internet at home and we spend real quality time with each other. It was definitely a fun way to end the weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLLhMpm55I/AAAAAAAAAyM/In7Qk2KH5Yw/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLLhMpm55I/AAAAAAAAAyM/In7Qk2KH5Yw/s400/Birthday+Bryan+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215955089640318866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy hikers :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/16266178-2684403665203780145?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/2684403665203780145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=2684403665203780145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2684403665203780145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2684403665203780145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-hike.html' title='Sunday Hike'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGLH-GmhdlI/AAAAAAAAAxM/d3CLjLN4rAA/s72-c/Birthday+Bryan+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-6328645262076330024</id><published>2008-06-24T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:06:58.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend Blog</title><content type='html'>Bryan and I celebrated all weekend long. We went to a few new places, and did some of our favorite things as well. It was a perfect birthday weekend. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night: Thai Diner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBI65rGFgI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GntVkK7-QAo/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBI65rGFgI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GntVkK7-QAo/s400/Birthday+Bryan+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215248545246221826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been craving Thai food lately, so we decided to try a restaurant we hadn't been to before. Thai Diner is just outside Vinings in a Kroger shopping center, and it was exactly what I had been wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBI5xoQT6I/AAAAAAAAAu8/mveNeUydW_U/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBI5xoQT6I/AAAAAAAAAu8/mveNeUydW_U/s400/Birthday+Bryan+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215248525906956194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I love red curry. With red pepper and pineapple. And shrimp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBKimgq95I/AAAAAAAAAvc/JjPHLFN2eD4/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBKimgq95I/AAAAAAAAAvc/JjPHLFN2eD4/s400/Birthday+Bryan+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215250326808622994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outside Thai Diner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we headed to Coldstone for some Chocolate-Reese's Cup ice cream perfection. It was so good I forgot to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Braves vs. Mariners, Late Night Fun and WaHo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Turner Field at had a bite to eat at The Chop House. Well, I had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;foot&lt;/span&gt;. Bryan had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;leg&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBMI6qCMEI/AAAAAAAAAvk/SGVke2mbX0o/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBMI6qCMEI/AAAAAAAAAvk/SGVke2mbX0o/s400/Birthday+Bryan+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215252084563259458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bryan and his massive turkey leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBMJblYofI/AAAAAAAAAvs/6eblRWYM3L0/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBMJblYofI/AAAAAAAAAvs/6eblRWYM3L0/s400/Birthday+Bryan+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215252093402128882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmm. Foot long hot dog. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Afterwards, we walked around for a bit and visited some places inside the stadium neither one of us had ever been before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBMJserWlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2kQvXULREH0/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBMJserWlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2kQvXULREH0/s400/Birthday+Bryan+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215252097937398354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bryan in the misty Sky Field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBMKBKPeoI/AAAAAAAAAv8/gdCa5Gn6OKk/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBMKBKPeoI/AAAAAAAAAv8/gdCa5Gn6OKk/s400/Birthday+Bryan+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215252103488830082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting in a gigantic Coke chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBMKcZ8JvI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ARdFRlpjau0/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGBMKcZ8JvI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ARdFRlpjau0/s400/Birthday+Bryan+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215252110802429682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You got the right one, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGB56v_u4kI/AAAAAAAAAw0/HSsuTeqqGgs/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGB56v_u4kI/AAAAAAAAAw0/HSsuTeqqGgs/s400/Birthday+Bryan+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215302418718188098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: This was one of the best Braves games I've ever seen. They were down the whole game until the 9th inning. McCann hit home run to break the tie and we won. It was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually made some really cool friends - John and Kelly - at the game. We started making small talk at the hot dog bar where we were all watching the game, and found out we all lived in Smyrna. We made plans to hang out at a mutual favorite spot - Padraic's in Vinings - and had a few drinks there. Afterwards, we went back to John and Kelly's where Bryan got schooled on Nintendo Wii Tennis and Bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, I have long enjoyed the fact that my sweet fiance cares very little about video game systems. All of that ended Saturday night. The Wii has been declared "awesome," but I'm hoping it will be a passing fancy. We have a wedding to pay for, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got to be pretty late, so we headed home. Unfortunately, yours truly came down with a case of the late night munchies and so we headed (where else?) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waffle House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGB6Og7FUJI/AAAAAAAAAxE/746HhiOHVyw/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGB6Og7FUJI/AAAAAAAAAxE/746HhiOHVyw/s400/Birthday+Bryan+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215302758269538450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wa-Ho Aftermath: Cheesy Eggs, Covered Hash Browns and Raisin Toast. MMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGB55mZ6AQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/OAB2-E58msg/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGB55mZ6AQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/OAB2-E58msg/s400/Birthday+Bryan+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215302398963745026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I call this one: Birthday Girl Gets a Smooch&lt;br /&gt;I know. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGB560W_blI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ClduwflGB_c/s1600-h/Birthday+Bryan+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SGB560W_blI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ClduwflGB_c/s400/Birthday+Bryan+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215302419889483346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that time?&lt;br /&gt;That's what we call "Goin' Out Like a Champ Time"&lt;br /&gt;That's also why I did not move from my bed until after 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will post pictures and stories from our Sunday hike tomorrow. 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Snuggling with Herbie. Herbie is the "baby" in our brood of cats. We think he is half human. He talks to you until you talk back. He snuggles. He even spoons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. L.A. Fitness: They have an awesome, butt-kickin' class called BodyWorks. Fun music, an hour of weights and workout, but it goes by fast! I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. OPI Nail Polish. I pick out my polish solely based on the name. It's more fun that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFvsQu8o3iI/AAAAAAAAAtU/YZU2SiTb63U/s1600-h/OPI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFvsQu8o3iI/AAAAAAAAAtU/YZU2SiTb63U/s400/OPI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214020765835910690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This week's selection: Santiago Sangria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Summer dresses. Comfortable, flirty, and perfect for a night out or a day with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. TIME OFF. This means lots of lunch dates, catching up with friends and watching Oprah on a regular basis. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The public library. I have a big book addiction. All of my good friends know this. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://jkmasson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kari &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://goodreads.com/"&gt;Goodreads&lt;/a&gt;, it's gotten even worse. So I am protecting my checking account and my bursting bookshelves by borrowing from the Smyrna library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My deck. I have really loved getting up in the mornings or eating lunch on the deck with my Bible, a good book and my prayer journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFvtzseE_mI/AAAAAAAAAtc/3t1eBROKHro/s1600-h/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFvtzseE_mI/AAAAAAAAAtc/3t1eBROKHro/s400/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214022465977908834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My hideout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. Tuesdays. Bryan has Tuesdays off, I'm home from summer school at 12:15. We don't have that time together during the school year and it has been so much fun to just do "stuff" with each other. We can go to the gym together, catch a matinee, have a fun lunch out or just run errands together. It's a nice "bonus" to my vacation time. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. NAPS. Home at 12:15, Lunch at 12:30, Nap by 1:30... Glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://teamtrivia.com/"&gt;Team Trivia&lt;/a&gt;. For those of you who don't know, Bryan is a wealth of random facts and information. My girlfriends have dubbed him "Bryan the Brain." We love playing trivia, and we've been doing quite well. Give us a call and join us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Cooking. Again, time off means I have more time to put into things that are somewhat "neglected" during the school year - like my kitchen. :-) I have loved trying new recipes and Bryan has been a willing taste-tester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Weight Watchers Giant Ice Cream Bars. For days when I don't have the points to go to Coldstone, these are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwKQ49VDKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/xmbcY14is9k/s1600-h/SorbetBars_110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwKQ49VDKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/xmbcY14is9k/s400/SorbetBars_110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214053753871994018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Grilling out. I love being able to do this! After years of apartment life, I relish the nights we don't have to heat up the kitchen by using the oven. Bryan's getting to be quite the grillmaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. KMS Curlup Products. I love this stuff! Everything smells orangey-minty and it puts the extra "schwing" in my hair to make it look wavy and curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwLSMtpf_I/AAAAAAAAAts/pI7xWagJLGA/s1600-h/curly+products.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwLSMtpf_I/AAAAAAAAAts/pI7xWagJLGA/s400/curly+products.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214054875866431474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melatonin"&gt;Melatonin&lt;/a&gt;. Many of you know I've battled it out with insomnia over the years. This wonderful natural pill can be found in most GNC or natural food stores. It helps me relax and get a good night's sleep. Best of all, it doesn't leave me groggy in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwMDnI82TI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nVJnk2g5Q0Y/s1600-h/melatonin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwMDnI82TI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nVJnk2g5Q0Y/s400/melatonin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214055724773857586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Bryan's Nanny. Well, she tells me she's my Nanny too. Many of you know, I lost both of my &lt;a href="http://abbycanwrite.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html"&gt;grandmothers &lt;/a&gt;by the time I was in college. I miss them terribly. I have been blessed to become a part of the Spann family. This wonderful woman calls just to talk to me, wants to spend time with me and tells me how much she loves me. It fills something inside of me that has been missing for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Cherries. They're in season, they're cheap and they only cost 1  WW point for a cup and a half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;a href="http://grocerygame.com/"&gt;The Grocery Game&lt;/a&gt;. I'm addicted. I am a hard-core coupon cutter. This brillant website only costs $15 for three months. It shows you which coupons match up with what is on sale at your local grocery store. I have saved TWICE as much since becoming a subscriber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwN0NDsJHI/AAAAAAAAAt8/yMldSrXeBJY/s1600-h/grocerygame.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwN0NDsJHI/AAAAAAAAAt8/yMldSrXeBJY/s400/grocerygame.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214057659097687154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A sample Grocery Game list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;19. My sisters. I absolutely adore them. I loved loved loved spending three whole days with my family. No one else loves me, prays for me and understands me quite like these ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwPEXss9nI/AAAAAAAAAuE/csE2PMC6V4c/s1600-h/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwPEXss9nI/AAAAAAAAAuE/csE2PMC6V4c/s400/sisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214059036343596658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Anne Lamott. One of my new favorite authors.  Funny, faithful and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Chilean Sauvignon Blanc. Bryan has been bringing these home lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwP28oSFkI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ULju7WtWVj8/s1600-h/chile-sauvignon-blanc_ht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwP28oSFkI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ULju7WtWVj8/s400/chile-sauvignon-blanc_ht.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214059905250629186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;22. My new capri pajamas from Target. Nick and Nora make the cutest pj's! These are just fun. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwRDV6b76I/AAAAAAAAAuU/IMzmsWpBJdQ/s1600-h/pajamas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwRDV6b76I/AAAAAAAAAuU/IMzmsWpBJdQ/s400/pajamas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214061217707716514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Found a picture on ebay. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;23. Having a prayer journal. I'm able to look back and see HIM working in my life, answering prayers, leading me where HE wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;a href="http://www.tbs.com/shows/myboys/"&gt;My Boys&lt;/a&gt;. This is one of the best summer shows on TV. If you can watch it on Thursday nights, you absolutely should. You want to know how good it is? Even Bryan likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Braves baseball. I know, they're in a slump. Especially when they play on the road. This is something I have learned to love, but I'm glad Bryan and I have something we can watch together almost any night of the week. We're going to see them play the Marlins tomorrow night for my birthday. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Coffeemate. In particular, their vanilla caramel fat-free sugar-free creamer. I can have my coffee and my creamer too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwU3E71c6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/NL-YMppkURM/s1600-h/coffeemate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwU3E71c6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/NL-YMppkURM/s400/coffeemate.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214065405038261154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. AtlantaBridal.com is my new favorite wedding website. It makes it really easy to contact vendors, get quotes and view samples or properties. Fabulous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwU3blRf4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/jCZuW0r8mXg/s1600-h/atl+bridal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwU3blRf4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/jCZuW0r8mXg/s400/atl+bridal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214065411117645698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just a logo, not a link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The new  song by NKOTB - "Summertime." I know that probably makes me a huge cheeseball, but I love it. It makes me shake my booty. Will I pay $60 to go see them in November? Probably not. Will I turn up the radio and shake it in my car when I hear their song? You know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwWItCZQKI/AAAAAAAAAus/4Kph1cp0IqM/s1600-h/nkotb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwWItCZQKI/AAAAAAAAAus/4Kph1cp0IqM/s400/nkotb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214066807372595362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. My Moxi box. Well, technically it's not mine. It's Charter's. But it's in my house. Recording my shows. Letting me skip commercials and do fun things instead of watch TV all the time. Bryan likes to play Solitaire on it. I like throwing tomatoes at Bill O'Rielly on Fox News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwXFrLxaGI/AAAAAAAAAu0/bweNoJziWH8/s1600-h/moxi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFwXFrLxaGI/AAAAAAAAAu0/bweNoJziWH8/s400/moxi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214067854847076450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for me! What makes your list? Start with your age and get goin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-4231129659626328872?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/4231129659626328872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=4231129659626328872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4231129659626328872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4231129659626328872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/06/29-things.html' title='29 Things...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFvrTSMxyTI/AAAAAAAAAtM/qgbEOhPxSa4/s72-c/August+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-8447566433672364952</id><published>2008-06-18T15:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:13:29.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennie Boone Goes West!</title><content type='html'>My sweet sister Jennie was &lt;a href="http://absolutelyspoo.blogspot.com"&gt;married &lt;/a&gt;Saturday, June 14th. It was a long, wonderful weekend. There was lots of sister time, tears and laughter.  I'm sorry for the delay in getting pictures out to the clamoring public. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend started with a lovely bridesmaid's luncheon on Friday. Several longtime family friends hosted the luncheon for Jennie. It was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFhc32koQjI/AAAAAAAAAnc/oMOYoDzl4r4/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFhc32koQjI/AAAAAAAAAnc/oMOYoDzl4r4/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213018683293057586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Renee pins Jennie. :-)&lt;br /&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/_p_fDailaUUM/SFhc41dwluI/AAAAAAAAAnk/fx8SFVObJI4/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFhc41dwluI/AAAAAAAAAnk/fx8SFVObJI4/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213018700175677154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The yummy spread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFhc5pRCCYI/AAAAAAAAAns/clz_4Z17B68/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFhc5pRCCYI/AAAAAAAAAns/clz_4Z17B68/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213018714080938370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who doesn't love cupcakes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFhc6xtG8EI/AAAAAAAAAn0/JH4nJwDi53w/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFhc6xtG8EI/AAAAAAAAAn0/JH4nJwDi53w/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213018733526052930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jennie's mother and sister-in-law, Sandra and Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFhc-iay3sI/AAAAAAAAAn8/xj19IKdpBjw/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFhc-iay3sI/AAAAAAAAAn8/xj19IKdpBjw/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213018798142185154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama and the Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk9tijg_iI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Z7rH4GiEIAc/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk9tijg_iI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Z7rH4GiEIAc/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265896237235746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nattie and Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk9um-jhkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/k3UecVqzw7g/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk9um-jhkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/k3UecVqzw7g/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265914604258882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture only took about 14 tries.&lt;br /&gt;I love my Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk9v1Dt2BI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_QVjZpfb1I4/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk9v1Dt2BI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_QVjZpfb1I4/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265935563872274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sisters!&lt;br /&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/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk9x4OX0BI/AAAAAAAAAoc/XZtWpVYgbNI/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk9x4OX0BI/AAAAAAAAAoc/XZtWpVYgbNI/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213265970773610514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Come on, you knew we had to take a silly one.&lt;br /&gt;We call this "The Nostril Flare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk93RMQSNI/AAAAAAAAAok/340rGmvxFdA/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk93RMQSNI/AAAAAAAAAok/340rGmvxFdA/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213266063374960850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kadee-Bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a fabulous girly afternoon, we drove north to Euharlee Baptist for the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. As we pulled into the church parking lot, we spotted this fun surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk_sk5ceaI/AAAAAAAAAos/21QLNNv4JDE/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk_sk5ceaI/AAAAAAAAAos/21QLNNv4JDE/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213268078709471650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the rehearsal, we headed out to Anderson Farm - a property belonging to one of the deacons at Chris and Jennie's church. The entire group of deacons put on a fabulous rehearsal cookout for everyone. It was really touching to see how excited their church family was for Jennie and Chris to start their life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk_tMXxlzI/AAAAAAAAAo0/cV3FEerNqqI/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk_tMXxlzI/AAAAAAAAAo0/cV3FEerNqqI/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213268089305667378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridesmaid Buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk_uQ4YA9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/7VJp1DC_4Pc/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk_uQ4YA9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/7VJp1DC_4Pc/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213268107696014290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brothers-to-Be&lt;br /&gt;(the future of the Boone bloodline... scary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk_vcS7dJI/AAAAAAAAApE/pb_0C9X8Gv0/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFk_vcS7dJI/AAAAAAAAApE/pb_0C9X8Gv0/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213268127940048018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're next! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlCJ1z0M6I/AAAAAAAAApU/zNY3gmGr40A/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlCJ1z0M6I/AAAAAAAAApU/zNY3gmGr40A/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213270780488725410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlCKiS9t-I/AAAAAAAAApc/hGaYGhwKE00/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlCKiS9t-I/AAAAAAAAApc/hGaYGhwKE00/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213270792430532578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One more day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlCLn4V75I/AAAAAAAAApk/N23FBPFUMzA/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlCLn4V75I/AAAAAAAAApk/N23FBPFUMzA/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213270811109355410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlCMMqIoUI/AAAAAAAAAps/Y06u6TStzGU/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlCMMqIoUI/AAAAAAAAAps/Y06u6TStzGU/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213270820981875010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jennie and her MOH (the other &lt;a href="http://lindseyfamilyphotos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlCMQWKl8I/AAAAAAAAAp0/xCvuVqMGhOc/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlCMQWKl8I/AAAAAAAAAp0/xCvuVqMGhOc/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213270821971859394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Groomsmen (minus JP - he had to drive to Decatur!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlDur3196I/AAAAAAAAAp8/9JOtIAkM-3g/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlDur3196I/AAAAAAAAAp8/9JOtIAkM-3g/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213272512988051362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently Bill missed his wife a little more than we thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlDvXHdm7I/AAAAAAAAAqE/vgvCcVKfr7Y/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlDvXHdm7I/AAAAAAAAAqE/vgvCcVKfr7Y/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213272524596288434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jennie and her fabulous crew of Samford girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlDv4uYtsI/AAAAAAAAAqM/E2BV2CAfQEY/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlDv4uYtsI/AAAAAAAAAqM/E2BV2CAfQEY/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213272533617915586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;West women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a fun giggly night of lingerie showering, we woke up EARLY Saturday morning to get Jennie ready for her big day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlF-jqAOvI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9Lsgk6IPWLE/s1600-h/hairdiddleydo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlF-jqAOvI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9Lsgk6IPWLE/s400/hairdiddleydo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213274984683682546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hair-In-Progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlF_eqmLdI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZH5mDmlZaqQ/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlF_eqmLdI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZH5mDmlZaqQ/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213275000523861458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlF_lNVmVI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-4OmGFWlwUc/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlF_lNVmVI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-4OmGFWlwUc/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213275002280188242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttoning and zipping The Bride into place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlGAzaEKkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/12v0PlFFRXc/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlGAzaEKkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/12v0PlFFRXc/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213275023271537218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama helping with the veil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlGAIg9_FI/AAAAAAAAAqs/cHlnPHZ2Auw/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlGAIg9_FI/AAAAAAAAAqs/cHlnPHZ2Auw/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213275011757767762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lindseyfamilyphotos.blogspot.com"&gt;Abby &lt;/a&gt;and Jennie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't get any more pictures until after the wedding... You know, it's kind of hard to snap pictures with a bouquet in your hand. :-) There was lots of crying, laughing, Kleenex hiding in scandalous places... It was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the reception!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlJCyI5qII/AAAAAAAAArk/J3d2WgunTDA/s1600-h/cakeandkisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlJCyI5qII/AAAAAAAAArk/J3d2WgunTDA/s400/cakeandkisses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213278355825731714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharing a cupcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Their "cake" was really cute - cupcakes with their initials on top instead of the traditional cake. Chris' groom's cake was set up on two of his drums - yummy yummy key lime tarts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlHsf0SW2I/AAAAAAAAArU/xGgq3KIx4Is/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlHsf0SW2I/AAAAAAAAArU/xGgq3KIx4Is/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213276873438681954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready to dance it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlHtJovfSI/AAAAAAAAArc/5C5Ol4C2O9E/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlHtJovfSI/AAAAAAAAArc/5C5Ol4C2O9E/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213276884664548642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking a breather with Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of my favorite surprises was running into the Stephen Borders family! I tried to snap a picture with Jackson, but he clearly was not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlJEq6OYjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/8pJ-vhLvSn8/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlJEq6OYjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/8pJ-vhLvSn8/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213278388244865586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen and Madeline danced it up on the Soul Train a little later - hilarious!! I'm hoping Kadee snagged a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlJELT9LbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/aAhA2PEMWlY/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlJELT9LbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/aAhA2PEMWlY/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213278379762855346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth and Madeline looking beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlNCquIYXI/AAAAAAAAAss/5p1rZKOC3sw/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlNCquIYXI/AAAAAAAAAss/5p1rZKOC3sw/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213282751880913266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubba-Hubba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlNUHCSehI/AAAAAAAAAs0/WuyMs0Gxoqc/s1600-h/familycollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlNUHCSehI/AAAAAAAAAs0/WuyMs0Gxoqc/s400/familycollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213283051539429906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlNCXhYs7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Ccl6AdPtjME/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlNCXhYs7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Ccl6AdPtjME/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213282746727183282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... and my absolute favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alas, (I just used the word alas...) all good things must come to an end! Chris and Jennie headed off to Atlanta for a "mini-moon" before flying out to Mexico on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlHrY9xBOI/AAAAAAAAArE/vXuT6lwRTGo/s1600-h/fireworks%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlHrY9xBOI/AAAAAAAAArE/vXuT6lwRTGo/s400/fireworks%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213276854419522786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Grand Exit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlJDTjDMKI/AAAAAAAAArs/NgrJOxIGP3s/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlJDTjDMKI/AAAAAAAAArs/NgrJOxIGP3s/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213278364793778338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to recreate a photo from &lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/09/devoted.html"&gt;Kadee's wedding&lt;/a&gt; :-)&lt;br /&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/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlNBWvx8uI/AAAAAAAAAsc/BnsgRFOEwnA/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlNBWvx8uI/AAAAAAAAAsc/BnsgRFOEwnA/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213282729339253474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlNU1e6fNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/vizsVMmovlE/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlNU1e6fNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/vizsVMmovlE/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213283064007523538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dancin' machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlJFAnc7oI/AAAAAAAAAsE/IWBNNn-O-Lc/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlJFAnc7oI/AAAAAAAAAsE/IWBNNn-O-Lc/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213278394071707266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posing for a few final photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlOwt4jEuI/AAAAAAAAAtE/MRBCk5WDttQ/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlOwt4jEuI/AAAAAAAAAtE/MRBCk5WDttQ/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213284642515522274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlNA_xQpuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ELsNgZ7xLMc/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlNA_xQpuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ELsNgZ7xLMc/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213282723171444450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New family photo!&lt;br /&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/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlHrzBzFiI/AAAAAAAAArM/a0CL6WKSch0/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Wedding+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFlHrzBzFiI/AAAAAAAAArM/a0CL6WKSch0/s400/Jennie%27s+Wedding+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213276861415757346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happily. Ever. After.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-8447566433672364952?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/8447566433672364952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=8447566433672364952&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8447566433672364952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8447566433672364952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/06/jennie-boone-goes-west.html' title='Jennie Boone Goes West!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SFhc32koQjI/AAAAAAAAAnc/oMOYoDzl4r4/s72-c/Jennie%27s+Wedding+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-4881908522465739251</id><published>2008-06-18T09:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:36:08.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know...</title><content type='html'>You are all dying to see what Jennie Boone West looked liked in her wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did attempt to update last night, and there were some techinical difficulties trying to upload pictures. My goal for this afternoon is to get the big wedding weekend post completed - even if I have to borrow someone else's wireless to do it! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-4881908522465739251?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/4881908522465739251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=4881908522465739251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4881908522465739251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4881908522465739251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-know.html' title='I Know...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-9000872063856945161</id><published>2008-06-10T19:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:53:26.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Just In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SE8SmCknv1I/AAAAAAAAAnU/PADFuKDfp1U/s1600-h/cheerwine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SE8SmCknv1I/AAAAAAAAAnU/PADFuKDfp1U/s400/cheerwine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210403738625752914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my sweet friend &lt;a href="http://adifferentbird.blogspot.com"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;, I just heard that one of my very favorite things is coming to Atlanta!! Cheerwine is quite possibly the best soda in the entire universe. There are no words to describe how happy I feel when that first bit of cherry goodness finds its way to my belly. I often spent my afternoons with Daddy at Tuscola High drinking a Cheerwine and eating a Reese's Cup... one of my favorite treats today! I always always always stock up when I make a trip home, and then spend the next few weeks hoarding it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the AJC for covering this delectable North Carolina treat. &lt;a href="http://http://www.ajc.com/news/content/living/stories/2008/06/10/cheerwine_atlanta.html"&gt;Read all about it&lt;/a&gt;! If you are adventurous enough to pick it up the next time you are in the grocery store, I highly recommend grabbing some vanilla ice cream and making a "Cheerwine Float."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-9000872063856945161?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/9000872063856945161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=9000872063856945161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/9000872063856945161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/9000872063856945161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-just-in.html' title='This Just In!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SE8SmCknv1I/AAAAAAAAAnU/PADFuKDfp1U/s72-c/cheerwine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-8123898580946241278</id><published>2008-06-10T14:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:08:45.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SE7QZvJsiYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/PQz7OA9G4VU/s1600-h/7557_HVAC_cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SE7QZvJsiYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/PQz7OA9G4VU/s400/7557_HVAC_cartoon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210330959486683522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air repair man!! :-)&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$300 later, it is no longer "Vietnam/South America" in our house! There is COLD air blowing, I am no longer sweating 24/7 and I can sleep without waking up drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caved in and had a "camp out" in the basement last night. It was glorious. The rain cooled off the outside significantly, the ionizers and fans were running, and best of all --- I slept with covers!! I haven't been able to do that in 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! I have honestly prayed over and over again that HE would take care of us. HE knows how much money we do not have at the moment. HE even takes care of air conditioners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come visit us! It's nice and cold at our house! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-8123898580946241278?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/8123898580946241278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=8123898580946241278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8123898580946241278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8123898580946241278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love.html' title='I Love....'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SE7QZvJsiYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/PQz7OA9G4VU/s72-c/7557_HVAC_cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-7572401751738713338</id><published>2008-06-09T14:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:14:51.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>88 Degrees...</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SE1_NOvjLvI/AAAAAAAAAnE/eomwHqFOoLM/s1600-h/thermometer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SE1_NOvjLvI/AAAAAAAAAnE/eomwHqFOoLM/s400/thermometer.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209960209210093298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the temperature outside.... that's the temperature INSIDE my house. Bryan has fondly dubbed our living room "Vietnam." I tend to think of it more as the South American rain forest.  It is hot, sticky and damp EVERYWHERE in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew when we bought our house that the air conditioning was a little old - 1988 to be exact. Unfortunately, because it was January, we couldn't test the unit. When the temperature started rising outside, we noticed that our inside wasn't getting any cooler. We have tried rinsing the coils, closing some of the unnecessary vents, bringing in fans, etc. After waking up this morning to large sweat spots in the bed, I've caved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the air guy. He's coming tomorrow. I am seriously considering getting a hotel room or going to stay with Jennie for the night. Keep your fingers crossed for us and pray that we don't need a whole new unit. I would much rather pay for wedding stuff right now - not a boring air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) With love from the South American rain forest -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-7572401751738713338?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/7572401751738713338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=7572401751738713338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/7572401751738713338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/7572401751738713338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/06/88-degrees.html' title='88 Degrees...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SE1_NOvjLvI/AAAAAAAAAnE/eomwHqFOoLM/s72-c/thermometer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-6503532714475091913</id><published>2008-06-05T12:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:06:09.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Would've Guessed....</title><content type='html'>That rich people could be so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So most of you know that I babysit on my own and through an agency in the Atlanta area. I have to say that a few nights ago, I met a mother who is quite possibly the most anal-retentive woman on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were new clients, and I showed up about 10 minutes early. The very second I walk in the door, A.R. Mama appears at the top of the stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh good Amy you're here early could you take off your shoes we have white carpet and we don't wear shoes in the house so if you could just take off your shoes because we like to keep our carpets white you know." (all in one breath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take off my shoes. I introduce myself as ABBY. No response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.R. Mama proceeds to walk me into the kitchen and show me the pizza she ordered for her son to eat for dinner. "Now Amy, he can have two pieces. Just two pieces, Amy. If he's still hungry, I've cut up some oranges and strawberries. They're here in the fridge (she pulls them out of the fridge), see the strawberries? There's a container of caramel dip if he needs it, but I really don't want him to have a lot of it. Could you spoon it out in a bowl for him Amy? That way he doesn't get too much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son comes downstairs. He is THIRTEEN. Why am I babysitting a thirteen year old boy? Oh well, it's not my money. I am introduced to the son. She repeats the entire pizza-strawberries-oranges-caramel dip spiel to the son. He goes back upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now Amy (she is STILL calling me AMY), if he's thirsty he can have a glass of milk. Here are his cups. Make sure you give him a plastic one like this (she shows me what a plastic cup looks like) because we don't give him glass. He might drop it and it would break on the floor so we don't give him glass. He can have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;glass of Diet Coke, but only one. Then he needs to drink more milk or water. Water would be good. " At this point, I am really beginning to wonder what I've gotten myself into. I also feel incredibly sorry for her kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then proceeds to pull out FOUR PLACEMATS and strategically places them across the bar where she wants her son to eat. She shows me where to put the plate. Then I get a lesson in how to clean off the bar and placemats using Fantastik. (I am almost 30. I think I know how to wipe off a counter, but apparently not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of these fascinating instructions, we go upstairs to son's room. She shows me which book he has to read, which Torah passages he needs to practice for his upcoming bar mitzvah and tells me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;15 times&lt;/span&gt; that he needs to do each thing for at least 30 minutes. Got it. I am instructed to stay in son's room while he goes to the bathroom to take a shower. Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son is clean. We go downstairs. I meet Dad. She introduces me as Amy. (sigh) I tell Dad my real name. He smiles. A.R. Mom is oblivious. He seems to have accepted the idea that he is married to the most controlling woman in the world. While she tells me AGAIN that her son should only have two pieces of pizza (He's 13! He could probably eat the whole thing!!!), I catch a glimpse of Dad. He is definitely rolling his eyes. I smile to myself on the inside. It is now about 6:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad go to get ready. Son dutifully eats his two pieces of pizza and drinks his milk. He even consumes his ONE (plastic) glass of Diet Coke. I eat my one alloted piece of pizza. (Apparently Mom recognizes that I indeed need to be back on Weight Watchers.) I wipe down everything as instructed with Fantastik. We go upstairs and for the next hour, I read while Son sings his Torah passages and attempts to read a book he is clearly uninterested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hour is up, Son says he wants to show me his new skateboard equipment. I'm game. We go outside and he shows me the new tricks he's learned. A.R. Mom comes racing outside. "He's dirty! He's sweaty! He just took a shower! Why did you get dirty and sweaty? This is terrible! Now you'll have to shower again! Again! You're dirty and sweaty!!" (Get the picture?) Dad is behind her... rolling his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 8:00. I have been there for 2 hours and they still haven't left!!! I assure A.R. Mom that Son will rinse off and be clean. I am instructed to go back upstairs and listen for the shower. They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son is clean. Again. We go downstairs. I am in shock. EVERYTHING is pink, gold and cream. The chairs ALL have plastic on the seats. There are animal statues everywhere. And each one seems to have a strategically placed animal print blanket or throw on it. Amusing, to say the least. The next two and half hours are pleasant. We play Rock Band and Guitar Hero. He (obviously) kicks my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime. When lights are out, I go back to the kitchen to watch TV. There isn't really a good place to sit, but I don't feel comfortable going back to the basement and trying to figure out how to work the massive TV setup down there. I am thirsty. I open the fridge in hopes that I can find something that's not milk to drink....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgqJHCiCSI/AAAAAAAAAmU/AYvooXdVh6U/s1600-h/Pall+Nellish+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgqJHCiCSI/AAAAAAAAAmU/AYvooXdVh6U/s400/Pall+Nellish+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208459305050835234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgqJdiZ6RI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ayroOZvKKFs/s1600-h/Pall+Nellish+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgqJdiZ6RI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ayroOZvKKFs/s400/Pall+Nellish+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208459311090100498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgqJ4FWrII/AAAAAAAAAmk/6RxNGDPyNyk/s1600-h/Pall+Nellish+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgqJ4FWrII/AAAAAAAAAmk/6RxNGDPyNyk/s400/Pall+Nellish+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208459318216010882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Not one, but TWO sections full of nail polish. And yes, I absolutely took pictures of it. In fact, the first thing I thought upon seeing her refrigerator abnormality was, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to blog about this!!&lt;/span&gt;" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the woman was a little off, but seriously? This borders on bizarre for me. I hope you've enjoyed this little snippet from my "Adventures in Babysitting" ! Happy Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-6503532714475091913?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/6503532714475091913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=6503532714475091913&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/6503532714475091913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/6503532714475091913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-wouldve-guessed.html' title='Who Would&apos;ve Guessed....'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgqJHCiCSI/AAAAAAAAAmU/AYvooXdVh6U/s72-c/Pall+Nellish+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-1827967460573745325</id><published>2008-06-04T14:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:37:10.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgxGOZjGbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/6ZJS_iTX1CU/s1600-h/BabyMollyKevLori.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgxGOZjGbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/6ZJS_iTX1CU/s400/BabyMollyKevLori.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208466952068209074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy Kev, Molly Ruth and Mama Lori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sweet cousin Lori and her hubby Kevin are celebrating the arrival of their 2nd baby today! I don't know how she does it, but &lt;a href="http://booneredding.com"&gt;Lori &lt;/a&gt;manages to have some of the &lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2005/11/hes-here.html"&gt;cutest, most beautiful babies&lt;/a&gt; in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgxDkszo8I/AAAAAAAAAms/3c9Evd1j2KM/s1600-h/Baby+Molly+Ruth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgxDkszo8I/AAAAAAAAAms/3c9Evd1j2KM/s400/Baby+Molly+Ruth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208466906514957250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Molly Ruth Francis Redding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7 lbs, 1 oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June 4th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly Ruth Francis Redding is the 2nd grandchild for the Boone family and the first girl! We are so excited and thankful that she is here and that everyone is healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgxE-OiP0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/8M8O5COp6GU/s1600-h/BabyMollyBooneLori.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgxE-OiP0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/8M8O5COp6GU/s400/BabyMollyBooneLori.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208466930547179330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big brother Boone, Mama and Baby Molly Ruth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-1827967460573745325?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/1827967460573745325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=1827967460573745325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1827967460573745325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1827967460573745325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/06/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEgxGOZjGbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/6ZJS_iTX1CU/s72-c/BabyMollyKevLori.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-2186427438006122321</id><published>2008-05-31T11:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:42:31.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May Madness - Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>So this extra-long blog will conclude our May Madness here at Foxwood Trail (and the post-date change cheating). :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Happy Anniversary Nanny and Pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our class party ended, I sped off to join Bryan's family at the &lt;a href="http://www.terragrille.com/"&gt;Terra Grill&lt;/a&gt; in Buckhead to celebrate Nanny and Pa's 60th wedding anniversary! As my last post may have hinted, this was not an easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things to keep in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was functioning on 4 hours of sleep. I had stayed up Thursday night making a video yearbook for my munchkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I had been "Miss Boone" from 7:15 am - 8:45 pm when the last kid went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was trying to drive somewhere new. In the dark. Anyone that knows me understands that this is just bad. This is why Bryan drives everywhere. Especially at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I got lost. Very lost. In the dark. In a part of Atlanta I had never been before. My sweet fiance was trying very hard to get me un-lost, but my overtired brain became waaaay too emotional. There were lots of tears, and I am embarrassed to admit - a hang-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally found my way to the restaurant (which was not in an obvious, easy-to-recognize location) I was in a terrible mood, pitched a parking-lot hissy fit and had to wait a few minutes and calm down before I went in. We took the picture you see below, and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEa2cIbfKtI/AAAAAAAAAjk/0lQbk0_4MW0/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEa2cIbfKtI/AAAAAAAAAjk/0lQbk0_4MW0/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208050613515922130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spann Clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to give Bryan BIG kudos. Knowing that I had not eaten yet (too busy with the kids), he took me to &lt;a href="http://www.cafeintermezzo.com/"&gt;Cafe Intermezzo&lt;/a&gt; where we canoodled, snacked and made up. :-) Sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend did not slow down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Leigh and Dave's Big Bash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan's sister was married in &lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/12/congratulations-leigh-and-dave.html"&gt;December&lt;/a&gt;, but Leigh and Dave waited a few months to have an official reception and honeymoon. They had both started new jobs in Tampa, FL and needed to wait a little while before taking some time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we all convened in McDonough, GA at the Palm Beach restaurant for a fun beach-themed reception! Then Leigh and Dave headed to Boston and Martha's Vineyard for their official honeymoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEa2crMr5jI/AAAAAAAAAjs/fFQPq8GURNo/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEa2crMr5jI/AAAAAAAAAjs/fFQPq8GURNo/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208050622849082930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Newlyweds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEa2dGQfWoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/KHWRMdBIHtU/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEa2dGQfWoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/KHWRMdBIHtU/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208050630112795266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soon-to-be Newlyweds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEa2dYhipSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ExfscBb9p08/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEa2dYhipSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ExfscBb9p08/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208050635016152354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Big Brother and Little Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEa2d2Uo-1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/bLkihngDC0M/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEa2d2Uo-1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/bLkihngDC0M/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208050643015105362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to becoming a Spann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbEXjSOt2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/kojftPVXQB0/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbEXjSOt2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/kojftPVXQB0/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208065927988295522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wyatt and Emily hit the dance floor&lt;br /&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/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbEZWdo-2I/AAAAAAAAAkU/7X3kuNTqACA/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbEZWdo-2I/AAAAAAAAAkU/7X3kuNTqACA/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208065958906231650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uncle James, Pa and Aunt Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the things I really enjoyed about Saturday was spending the night in McDonough at the Spann house. Leigh and Dave spent the night, as well as Nanny and Pa. We were able to get in some good family time and enjoyed a really yummy breakfast the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tyler's 1st Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our good friends Chris and Nikki had a birthday party for the cutest 1-year-old on the planet - Ty!! We celebrated on Sunday, &lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/07/todays-letter-is.html"&gt;May 25th&lt;/a&gt; - exactly one year! It was a really nice way to end the weekend - time to relax and enjoy being with our friends. We missed Michelle and Gavin, but they were partying it up in Charlotte cheering on Michelle's "other man" - Kasey Khane. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbEaVH9G0I/AAAAAAAAAkc/HmrMmwaB_nY/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbEaVH9G0I/AAAAAAAAAkc/HmrMmwaB_nY/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208065975726709570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT the birthday boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbEbECvg5I/AAAAAAAAAkk/BroNBK-FFSY/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbEbECvg5I/AAAAAAAAAkk/BroNBK-FFSY/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208065988321313682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Proud Papa and Big Boy Ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbNmDd29zI/AAAAAAAAAk0/NEgFvFNjIoc/s1600-h/AmberWill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbNmDd29zI/AAAAAAAAAk0/NEgFvFNjIoc/s400/AmberWill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208076072749823794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amber, William and his tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Note: William is fascinated with his tongue. If you give him a smooch, you just might get a surprise with it. For details, see Claudine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few highlights from the big boy's party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbQE1o8DiI/AAAAAAAAAlM/vbtPBMPa4fE/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbQE1o8DiI/AAAAAAAAAlM/vbtPBMPa4fE/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208078800637398562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama bringing out the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbQEF0TXqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/0DvG9L7t844/s1600-h/Birthday+Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbQEF0TXqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/0DvG9L7t844/s400/Birthday+Cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208078787800161954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you give a 1-year-old his own cake! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbQFedOdsI/AAAAAAAAAlU/iYHfQuYFYOQ/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbQFedOdsI/AAAAAAAAAlU/iYHfQuYFYOQ/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208078811594127042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yummy Cupcake Cones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbRTc6G5RI/AAAAAAAAAlc/rCoW8G69Va4/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbRTc6G5RI/AAAAAAAAAlc/rCoW8G69Va4/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208080151208191250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think he's finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbR5GPUkiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Xy3VhLbb06o/s1600-h/Clean+Up%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbR5GPUkiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Xy3VhLbb06o/s400/Clean+Up%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208080797958181410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to clean up in the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbR51-k5bI/AAAAAAAAAl0/cYAhY6pLR5s/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbR51-k5bI/AAAAAAAAAl0/cYAhY6pLR5s/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208080810772850098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What would a party be without a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbR5aufkfI/AAAAAAAAAls/J_PzlX96-Zc/s1600-h/Drummer+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbR5aufkfI/AAAAAAAAAls/J_PzlX96-Zc/s400/Drummer+Boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208080803457634802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A drum set from &lt;a href="http://sevensharpnine.com"&gt;Daddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - with the new drummer's initials on it! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbR6PvnprI/AAAAAAAAAl8/TkxytgGxwCI/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEbR6PvnprI/AAAAAAAAAl8/TkxytgGxwCI/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208080817689437874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winding down with all his loot. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a very busy, hectic and fun weekend. I still have plenty of bloggable photos and material for June... stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-2186427438006122321?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/2186427438006122321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=2186427438006122321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2186427438006122321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2186427438006122321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-madness-memorial-day-weekend.html' title='May Madness - Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SEa2cIbfKtI/AAAAAAAAAjk/0lQbk0_4MW0/s72-c/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-2036403567531301764</id><published>2008-05-24T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:24:17.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May Madness - School's Out!</title><content type='html'>I know, I'm cheating. I changed the post date. But I wanted to keep my May Madness theme going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried something new this year for the end of the year. I invited my WHOLE CLASS to come over to my new house for our end-0f-the-year party. I can hear you - "Are you crazy?!" "Seriously? ALL of your students?" Indeed, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SESRLb_QqmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/JcsMTFGNr48/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SESRLb_QqmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/JcsMTFGNr48/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207446694824815202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My brood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually wanted to do this for a long time, but didn't have the space to make something like this happen. With the help of my INCREDIBLE room mom, Kim, I fixed spaghetti, salad, and garlic bread. Kim brought two trays of brownies and one of my sweet girls brought a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; tray of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homemade sopapillas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;See, now you're jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; You should be - they were awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a great time. They chased my poor cats. Precious called it "cat-hunting." I immediately declared Buddy, Charlie, Herbie and Lady endangered species, and squelched all further attempts at cat-hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, they had fun playing Bocce ball, drawing in the driveway (with sidewalk chalk), and playing Twister and Cat-in-the-Hat-opoly in the basement. Every single kid helped clean up and made sure that the house was not a disaster before they left. I was so proud of them! They even hung our Field Day banner in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SESRLGs367I/AAAAAAAAAi8/_gCtOnJr6sA/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+067+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SESRLGs367I/AAAAAAAAAi8/_gCtOnJr6sA/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+067+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207446689110551474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boone's Bulldogs 2008&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beware of the Bark AND the Bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SESRKMOZBKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/GqAe5f0qSIs/s1600-h/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SESRKMOZBKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/GqAe5f0qSIs/s400/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207446673413440674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful roses from Lesly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SESVi42ZJmI/AAAAAAAAAjc/fRU9_X0iK0Y/s1600-h/IMG_3154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SESVi42ZJmI/AAAAAAAAAjc/fRU9_X0iK0Y/s400/IMG_3154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207451495755753058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We Love Ms. Boone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was a really fun way to end the year, and I will absolutely  do it again. I wish I could say that was the end of my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the rest of May Madness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-2036403567531301764?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/2036403567531301764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=2036403567531301764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2036403567531301764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2036403567531301764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-madness-schools-out.html' title='May Madness - School&apos;s Out!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SESRLb_QqmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/JcsMTFGNr48/s72-c/Hiking+and+Memorial+Day+Weekend+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-8973794828544788729</id><published>2008-05-12T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:25:13.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May Madness - IRA Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrub_hgPZI/AAAAAAAAAic/mbQKhRNvx6w/s1600-h/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrub_hgPZI/AAAAAAAAAic/mbQKhRNvx6w/s400/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204734484055866770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are BIG fans of March Madness in our house, the term "May Madness" seems to eloquently describe what life at 3257 Foxwood Trail has been like lately. Prepare yourself, faithful readers, this could be a looooong post. :-) In the interest of time, I'm going to keep the updates to one event per post. You'll thank me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRA Conference: International Reading Association Conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had started a post about a week prior to going to this conference, and it sounded a little bit like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am way past excited about my plans for next week. Beyond thrilled. It's bordering just a little bit on maniacal hysteria. I will be a complete nerd for telling you all about it, but you should be excited me for me - your favorite nerd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, the IRA puts on a conference for teachers, administrators, reading specialists and the like. I was fortunate enough to be one of three teachers selected by our school to attend the conference (we had to write a short essay on why we wanted to go) and I was doubly excitged when I found out my friend and teammate John Roper would be going as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I loved going and learning new ways to bring literacy into my classroom, the highlights of my week involved meeting some of my authors and teaching heroes. Not a day went by that I didn't meet an author and get an autographed copy of a book my kids and I loved. It was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrs3fhgPVI/AAAAAAAAAh8/bitpUq3vsyE/s1600-h/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrs3fhgPVI/AAAAAAAAAh8/bitpUq3vsyE/s400/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204732757479013714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jamie Lee Curtis: Opening Speaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jamie was hysterically funny, wonderfully real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;she even read to us from her upcoming picture book: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Words-Little-People-Jamie-Curtis/dp/0061127590"&gt;Big Words for Little People&lt;/a&gt;. What really struck me was the way she focused on herself as an author - not an actress. She spoke about her own struggles as a student and how, even for her, getting a foot into the publishing world was not very easy. It was a great way to kick off a fantastic week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER PROM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, so there's no such thing as "Teacher Prom" at the IRA Conference, but there was a "Welcoming Gala at the Georgia Aquarium and World of Coca-Cola." Fancy, right? This was one of the fun "extras" John and I were given by our school. It also happened to be the same night as my favorite springtime "holiday" - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinco_de_mayo"&gt;Cinco de Mayo&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrs3_hgPWI/AAAAAAAAAiE/yt_peKYDvwg/s1600-h/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrs3_hgPWI/AAAAAAAAAiE/yt_peKYDvwg/s400/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204732766068948322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Roper's first visit to the Aquarium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDruavhgPXI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1xt3e21bT_M/s1600-h/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDruavhgPXI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1xt3e21bT_M/s400/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204734462581030258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Teacher Prom date :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Afterwards, I met Bryan, Toni, Sherry and Jeremy at a very crowded Twisted Taco in Kennesaw for lots of.... water!! That's right - water. The Twisted Taco was so busy, we couldn't even order a drink from our waitress or the bartender (and you know we tried both). Somehow, we managed to get a round of waters in plastic Twisted Taco cups. Not quite the fun we thought we were going to have, but fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrucfhgPaI/AAAAAAAAAik/8Mg3HJ1zROI/s1600-h/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrucfhgPaI/AAAAAAAAAik/8Mg3HJ1zROI/s400/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204734492645801378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right now, Mama is thrilled that our cups only held water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next few days were a bit of a blur, but they included the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrs1fhgPSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ITLmUiYiWJ8/s1600-h/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrs1fhgPSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ITLmUiYiWJ8/s400/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204732723119275298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A dinner banquet featuring &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/features/christopherpaulcurtis/"&gt;Christopher Paul Curtis&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Watsons Go To Birmingham: 1963&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My students and I used his book as our end of the year read aloud. They were SO excited to hear that I got to meet him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;get our books signed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrs2fhgPTI/AAAAAAAAAhs/9EHIUxXsDA0/s1600-h/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrs2fhgPTI/AAAAAAAAAhs/9EHIUxXsDA0/s400/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204732740299144498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_Walker"&gt;Alice Walker&lt;/a&gt; speak about the importance of literacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She also did readings from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Color Purple&lt;/span&gt; and several pieces of poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, the absolute pinnacle of the conference for me: Meeting RAFE ESQUITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrs2_hgPUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/DnatnwWeatk/s1600-h/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrs2_hgPUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/DnatnwWeatk/s400/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204732748889079106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you are probably thinking: "Who in the heck is Rafe Esquith?" He is, in short, my teaching hero. He lives and teaches in inner city Los Angeles at Hobart Elementary School. He has a 5th grade classroom that is absolutely amazing. His students are no different than mine - low income, ESOL, generally low-performing children. However, once they become a part of his classroom incredible things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, Rafe has some of the best test scores in the state from his fifth graders. They aren't super-genius wonder children. They simply have a teacher who makes a difference because he uses his own passions and interests to make learning fun. His students learn how to play baseball, play rock guitar, read novels like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird, Animal Farm, Of Mice and Men&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catcher in the Rye&lt;/span&gt;. Each year, his students learn and perform a different unabridged Shakespeare production. I really encourage you to visit &lt;a href="http://www.hobartshakespeareans.org/"&gt;their website&lt;/a&gt;. They are incredibly hard-working students and we really enjoyed the pieces of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As You Like It&lt;/span&gt; they shared with us at the conference. (Rafe brought about 15 of his students to the conference.) John and I were both in tears during their performance and we had the opportunity to talk with them afterwards. Wonderfully fantastic kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had time to talk to Rafe after his speech and he invited John and I to come visit his classroom! I don't know when I'll be able to make that happen, but you know I'll try!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll close this post with a little piece of what we saw from Rafe's class. Make sure you visit the Hobart Shakespeareans... these are kids who know what they're doing! They certainly inspired me to give a little more of myself to my own classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-52e5a7c6b7e9cdf7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D52e5a7c6b7e9cdf7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293578%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E4E8F156168B7EABEBC4B6A86CC991EA7006FAD.3D8CD7E8963D1EF603ABF8397BFF4B0E12C51C6F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52e5a7c6b7e9cdf7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnpamhzUkSBLsZs-xlc_7eaYU19M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D52e5a7c6b7e9cdf7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293578%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E4E8F156168B7EABEBC4B6A86CC991EA7006FAD.3D8CD7E8963D1EF603ABF8397BFF4B0E12C51C6F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52e5a7c6b7e9cdf7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnpamhzUkSBLsZs-xlc_7eaYU19M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-8973794828544788729?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=52e5a7c6b7e9cdf7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/8973794828544788729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=8973794828544788729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8973794828544788729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8973794828544788729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-madness-ira-conference.html' title='May Madness - IRA Conference'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SDrub_hgPZI/AAAAAAAAAic/mbQKhRNvx6w/s72-c/IRA+Conference+and+Randoms+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-4215109914640266970</id><published>2008-05-11T21:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:56:07.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things My Mama Taught Me</title><content type='html'>In honor of Mother's Day, a few lessons and words of wisdom from Mama Boone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A hug is the best way to start or end your day. They can stop tears, induce laughter or relieve stress. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SCeehWY9zMI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Cdh-JYsT7QQ/s1600-h/MamaAbbybw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SCeehWY9zMI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Cdh-JYsT7QQ/s400/MamaAbbybw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199298590605692098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sisters are some of the most important people you'll ever have in your life. I have watched Mama with her sisters (she has 3 sisters &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;2 brothers!) for a long time, and I know my sisters and I will always be able to maintain our love for one another because of the example they all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SCeegmY9zLI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rxBY6pmI0pk/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SCeegmY9zLI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rxBY6pmI0pk/s400/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199298577720790194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boone girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SCeggmY9zQI/AAAAAAAAAhc/FkYRzuFiy18/s1600-h/Shook+BBQ+and+Grove+Park+Inn+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SCeggmY9zQI/AAAAAAAAAhc/FkYRzuFiy18/s400/Shook+BBQ+and+Grove+Park+Inn+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199300776744045826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Shook clan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. Laughter is the best medicine. We all have a little silly in us. The best laughs in the Boone house usually involve snorting, tears and gasps for air. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SCeeh2Y9zNI/AAAAAAAAAhE/BfEpKVIYV6w/s1600-h/Fall+2007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SCeeh2Y9zNI/AAAAAAAAAhE/BfEpKVIYV6w/s400/Fall+2007+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199298599195626706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Some of Mama's best known phrases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know why I buy nice things. (Sigh) I guess I'll just have to start buying everything at KMart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It could be worse... You could be in a burn unit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be a suck-egg mule!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well isn't that special?" (in her best &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_Lady"&gt;Church Lady&lt;/a&gt; voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the grocery store: "Do NOT let your hands leave that cart. I have my wooden spoon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mama for (almost) 29 years of absolutely wonderful memories. Thank you for being fun, silly, a good listener, the voice of reason and wisdom in my head, a nurse, a taxi cab driver, a chef, a playmate, a shopping buddy (the best kind, because you only let me buy what I need!), a role model, a prayer warrior, and most importantly a sister in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AbbyLeeGail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-4215109914640266970?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/4215109914640266970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=4215109914640266970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4215109914640266970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4215109914640266970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-my-mama-taught-me.html' title='Things My Mama Taught Me'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SCeehWY9zMI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Cdh-JYsT7QQ/s72-c/MamaAbbybw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-5402515941105168987</id><published>2008-04-28T20:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:55:23.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister, Sister!</title><content type='html'>You knew this update coming! How can I possibly spend time with my sisters and not have stories to tell or pictures to share? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadee flew in late Friday evening, but still managed to get up with the early birds and come to work with Jennie and I. She wrote a paper for grad school in my room while my kids bubbled in standardized test answers (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;my idea) and spent some time with Jennie and her sweet kiddos as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, I didn't do a very good job of pronouncing Kadee's new last name. Whenever my kids wanted to ask her a question, they kept calling her "Mrs. Promise" instead of "Mrs. Primus" - Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZw0h2na1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/b_ogxTRuqnM/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZw0h2na1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/b_ogxTRuqnM/s400/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194463267961400146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Friday Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We woke up early Saturday to go to Jennie's apartment and help her get ready to take bridal portrait pictures in downtown Marietta. My mom's longtime friend, Anita Painter, came down with Mama to take Jennie's pictures. She is a fabulous photographer and as a wedding present for each of us, agreed to take our bridal portrait pictures. She and her husband, Terry, own a fantastic pottery store - &lt;a href="http://www.differentdrummerpottery.com/"&gt;Different Drummer Pottery&lt;/a&gt; in Maggie Valley, NC. They are an incredibly talented couple and we are quite blessed to call them family friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tempted, but I didn't get any photos of the beautiful bride for fear that her husband-to-be, who trolls my blog from time to time, would see her in all her bridal glory before their big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, we made our way over to the Byrd's for Jennie's first official bridal shower! It was so much fun. The food and fellowship with friends and future family was fabulous. Whoa. That's an alliteration to be reckoned with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZw2R2na4I/AAAAAAAAAfo/FVZUakgxy_Q/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZw2R2na4I/AAAAAAAAAfo/FVZUakgxy_Q/s400/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194463298026171266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;spread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZw1B2na2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/MIUndR5zjPI/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZw1B2na2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/MIUndR5zjPI/s400/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194463276551334754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridal Bakeware&lt;br /&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/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZw2h2na5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/Nf55lu5WQKQ/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZw2h2na5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/Nf55lu5WQKQ/s400/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194463302321138578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've never seen a more hilarious toaster oven in all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZ8Px2na8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/l3446LgAvJ8/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZ8Px2na8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/l3446LgAvJ8/s400/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194475830740741058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's not often that we get all the Boone girls in one place anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZ8RR2na-I/AAAAAAAAAgY/df9zhGX9i3M/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZ8RR2na-I/AAAAAAAAAgY/df9zhGX9i3M/s400/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194475856510544866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This will have to hold me over until June 14th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZ9Uh2na_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/M1LW7wGE4G0/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZ9Uh2na_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/M1LW7wGE4G0/s400/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194477011856747506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of the guests were gone.&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to help clean up.&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZ9VB2nbAI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vsEdFVA0w7c/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZ9VB2nbAI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vsEdFVA0w7c/s400/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194477020446682114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brides to Be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sadly, Mama, Anita and Nattie had to head back after the shower on Saturday. On a happier note, we were able to keep Kadee until Sunday night! :-) Kadee and I woke up Sunday morning and joined Jennie and Chris at their church for worship. I love singing with my sisters - even if it's just while we're sitting in the same pew. We were able to hear Jennie and Chris sing the offertory music too! It was a fabulous Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we all headed to Subway for a quick lunch where we noticed a new fashion trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZ8Oh2na7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/5rwDnyOAqbM/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZ8Oh2na7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/5rwDnyOAqbM/s400/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194475809265904562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Pony Mullet!!&lt;br /&gt;(Jennie has assured everyone this will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;be the look the groom is going for on their wedding day. Sad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZ8OB2na6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/HRN-f9FP8Do/s1600-h/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZ8OB2na6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/HRN-f9FP8Do/s400/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194475800675969954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Subway Sistas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, it was a fabulous weekend. I will admit to missing my sisters more than ever at the moment, but it did my heart a lot of good to be with my family for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lulas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-5402515941105168987?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/5402515941105168987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=5402515941105168987&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5402515941105168987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5402515941105168987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/04/sister-sister.html' title='Sister, Sister!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBZw0h2na1I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/b_ogxTRuqnM/s72-c/Jennie%27s+Shower+Weekend+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-3376944997292258449</id><published>2008-04-24T18:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:32:22.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do:</title><content type='html'>1. Work furiously to update blog and clean house before Jennie gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBEJch2naxI/AAAAAAAAAew/z4DkzoVhKVw/s1600-h/house+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBEJch2naxI/AAAAAAAAAew/z4DkzoVhKVw/s400/house+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192942231063325458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Remember to record Grey's Anatomy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pick up Kadee at the airport - YAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBEJdB2nayI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GKZqxvbKwMc/s1600-h/Summer+2007+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBEJdB2nayI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GKZqxvbKwMc/s400/Summer+2007+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192942239653260066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Remember to stop by Chick-Fil-A on my way to work so Mo and I can have our weekly Friday breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Look forward to hugging Mama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;Nattie when they get here tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Enjoy an entire weekend of sister time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBEJfh2nazI/AAAAAAAAAfA/uIO-AiPWb1s/s1600-h/June+2007+-+Birthday+and+Girls+Nights+Out+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBEJfh2nazI/AAAAAAAAAfA/uIO-AiPWb1s/s400/June+2007+-+Birthday+and+Girls+Nights+Out+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192942282602933042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Try not to think about Sunday afternoon when everyone goes home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-3376944997292258449?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/3376944997292258449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=3376944997292258449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3376944997292258449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3376944997292258449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-do.html' title='To Do:'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SBEJch2naxI/AAAAAAAAAew/z4DkzoVhKVw/s72-c/house+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-3263824924307166370</id><published>2008-04-21T20:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:26:24.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, Ma! I'm Updating!</title><content type='html'>I heard the flutter of pigs' wings on the horizon, so I thought I would go ahead and update. I'm always up for averting disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;My Mortgage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now made two, count them, two mortgage payments. I own exactly $351. 86 of my house. While that may sound a little depressing (and it is), I am also quite excited to think that I might actually own ALL of the tiles in my kitchen... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;the laminate flooring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0w0h2narI/AAAAAAAAAdg/hUHhyfPpFvU/s1600-h/January+-+March+2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0w0h2narI/AAAAAAAAAdg/hUHhyfPpFvU/s400/January+-+March+2008+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191859624426826418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be me. Turning the key in my front door.&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't realize until I started working on this post that Bryan and I never took pictures of the house with "our stuff" in it. Right now, the house is dirty. I'm not picking up just so I can take pictures. Sorry. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dr. Seuss Day @ F.O. Escuela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We read some books, we sang Happy Birthday to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Seuss"&gt;a dead guy&lt;/a&gt;, we got to wear jeans to school. I was a happy camper. I'm a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yertle_the_Turtle"&gt;Yertle the Turtle&lt;/a&gt; kind of girl. Jennie? She's all about some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_Eggs_and_Ham"&gt;Green Eggs and Ham&lt;/a&gt;. What can I say? The Boones are well-read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0w0B2naqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/LSmhIruE5qg/s1600-h/January+-+March+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0w0B2naqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/LSmhIruE5qg/s400/January+-+March+2008+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191859615836891810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That can only mean cute sisters in cute Dr. Seuss shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Claudine's Bachelorette Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hilton Head, SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As always, a weekend with my girls is nothing but fun. So when we decided to surprise Claudine with a trip to the beach before she and Mike tied the knot, I knew we were in for a good time. We left &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;early &lt;/span&gt;Saturday morning, with the bride-to-be knowing nothing about our destination until we arrived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0wyx2nanI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dT5aTIw_VQE/s1600-h/January+-+April+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0wyx2nanI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dT5aTIw_VQE/s400/January+-+April+2008+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191859594362055282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Did you honestly think we would go on a trip and NOT find a pirate?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We found TWO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After a little time lounging at the pool, we put on our pretty clothes and headed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0wzR2naoI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nbboAHco1r4/s1600-h/January+-+April+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0wzR2naoI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nbboAHco1r4/s400/January+-+April+2008+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191859602951989890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Claudine, Moi, Toni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If you'll notice the screen on the left, you'll see the bottom half of Buckwheat, from the Little Rascals. This was one of the strangest clubs I've ever visited. While Top 40 music blared, there were random black-and-white flim clips playing on the screens, mainly of the Little Rascals. Bizarre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0wzh2napI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5YUUPk-E5WQ/s1600-h/January+-+April+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0wzh2napI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5YUUPk-E5WQ/s400/January+-+April+2008+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191859607246957202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Toni, Sherry, Michelle, Amber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was a fabulous weekend away and I cannot wait for summertime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Patty's Weekend/Housewarming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was, perhaps, one of my favorite "grown-up" moments. Hosting my first soirée! Unfortunately, Bryan played camera commando and we didn't get as many pictures as I would've liked. It was so much fun to have all of our friends and their little ones in one place. It was like a sneak preview of how much fun our wedding will be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0zXh2nawI/AAAAAAAAAeI/v6so6Np65Zc/s1600-h/January+-+April+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0zXh2nawI/AAAAAAAAAeI/v6so6Np65Zc/s400/January+-+April+2008+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191862424745503490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! It's the dining room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0zWB2nasI/AAAAAAAAAdo/JlWF3f4TCWI/s1600-h/January+-+April+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0zWB2nasI/AAAAAAAAAdo/JlWF3f4TCWI/s400/January+-+April+2008+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191862398975699650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the living room! With our stuff in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of my favorite friends, Megan, drove down from Acworth her hubby and their twins, Bradley and Maddie. "Auntie Cha" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved &lt;/span&gt;being able to spend time with them and feed them cupcakes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0zWh2natI/AAAAAAAAAdw/M6bcivBt66c/s1600-h/January+-+April+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0zWh2natI/AAAAAAAAAdw/M6bcivBt66c/s400/January+-+April+2008+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191862407565634258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley eating his 99th cupcake. They were pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0zWh2natI/AAAAAAAAAdw/M6bcivBt66c/s1600-h/January+-+April+2008+005.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0zWx2nauI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-cVPX9XQung/s1600-h/January+-+April+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0zWx2nauI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-cVPX9XQung/s400/January+-+April+2008+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191862411860601570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie-pottamus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0zXR2navI/AAAAAAAAAeA/-BiRqb_7XZ4/s1600-h/January+-+April+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0zXR2navI/AAAAAAAAAeA/-BiRqb_7XZ4/s400/January+-+April+2008+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191862420450536178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bocce ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm terrible at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bocce_ball"&gt;this game&lt;/a&gt;, but Bryan insists on playing at least once a week in the front yard. Now all the neighbors know how bad I am too! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-3263824924307166370?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/3263824924307166370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=3263824924307166370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3263824924307166370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/3263824924307166370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/04/look-ma-im-updating.html' title='Look, Ma! I&apos;m Updating!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0w0h2narI/AAAAAAAAAdg/hUHhyfPpFvU/s72-c/January+-+March+2008+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-1065623032009239184</id><published>2008-04-20T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:16:13.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm not one to read the horoscope section to see how my day/week/month is going to pan out. I roll my eyes every day on my way to work as I drive by "Fiona's Fortunes: Palm Readings and Tarot Cards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am a big believer in signs. And this, I know, is a sign that I should put off grading that HUGE stack of papers just a little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0thR2nakI/AAAAAAAAAco/q4soHlyV4pQ/s1600-h/January+-+April+2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0thR2nakI/AAAAAAAAAco/q4soHlyV4pQ/s400/January+-+April+2008+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191855995179461186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I possibly file and sort through all of these papers when Charlie clearly needs a place to, um, hang out? I would have to disturb him to continue working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0thx2nalI/AAAAAAAAAcw/w_MwIBjKluY/s1600-h/January+-+April+2008+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0thx2nalI/AAAAAAAAAcw/w_MwIBjKluY/s400/January+-+April+2008+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191856003769395794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him very nicely to move. He declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0tiB2namI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fAB-PnPhttg/s1600-h/January+-+April+2008+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0tiB2namI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fAB-PnPhttg/s400/January+-+April+2008+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191856008064363106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Charlie has the right idea. I'm off to join him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-1065623032009239184?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/1065623032009239184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=1065623032009239184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1065623032009239184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1065623032009239184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/04/sign.html' title='A Sign?'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SA0thR2nakI/AAAAAAAAAco/q4soHlyV4pQ/s72-c/January+-+April+2008+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-5277993144049600087</id><published>2008-03-10T11:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:22:46.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeowner Blues</title><content type='html'>That's right... I said Homeowner Blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we've moved in, Bryan and I have been spending money left and right on home repairs. After moving in, we have discovered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A back-up in the kitchen sink. $500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A leaky water heater that required replacement + updated plumbing. $625&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Soggy carpet this morning that we thought was coming from leaky pipes in the laundry room. $55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The real cause of the leak: groundwater seeping into our foundation. No price tag yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already cried, called my Mama and my Daddy. I am overwhelmed, but I know that HE will not give me anything I cannot handle. I am praying HE will carry us through this, and I am thankful that all of our other bills are already paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for Bryan, who is on his way home from work to help me get a temporary fix going. He is, as always, calm when I am anxious, positive when I am frustrated and rational when I am... not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are loaded, updates will come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-5277993144049600087?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/5277993144049600087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=5277993144049600087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5277993144049600087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/5277993144049600087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/03/homeowner-blues.html' title='Homeowner Blues'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-2466831449215329884</id><published>2008-02-18T13:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:20:29.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know, I Know...</title><content type='html'>I am WAY behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still unpacking, rearranging furniture and buying things I never thought we would need. I will post pictures of the house as soon as possible, along with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Girls' Night Out at Hemingway's&lt;br /&gt; - Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt; - Our First Fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your faithful patience. :-) It's coming... soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-2466831449215329884?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/2466831449215329884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=2466831449215329884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2466831449215329884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2466831449215329884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-know-i-know.html' title='I Know, I Know...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-8084004901115660269</id><published>2008-01-05T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T14:32:59.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year In Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I, like my good friend &lt;a href="http://www.britsandgrits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;, am stealing the following post. I also want to do as much blogging as I can before I go back to work and forget what it was like to have a life. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What did you do in 2007 that you’d never done before?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished my &lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html"&gt;master's degree&lt;/a&gt; and bought &lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/12/under-contract.html"&gt;my first house&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I made a pledge to talk to each of my sisters once a week. That was a lot easier to do when I spent 3+ hours in a car with no one to talk to. Jennie and I see each other almost every day at work, but I need to do a better job of staying in touch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kadee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nattie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I want to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grow closer to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue my weight loss journey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep my new house organized.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/12/homeward-bound.html"&gt;home &lt;/a&gt;more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful Fab 5 friend, &lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/07/todays-letter-is.html"&gt;Nikki &lt;/a&gt;and my good friend Amber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada Nada Pinata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stronger faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More time with our families.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A savings account. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What dates from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html"&gt;August 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-said-yes-and-so-did-she.html"&gt;November 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to work with children who have learning disabilities. I'm co-teaching and inclusion classroom this year with one of the most fabulous teachers at my school. We have 21 kids, 5 of whom have learning disabilities in the form of a language disorder. They are anywhere from a year to 4 years behind grade level. It has been a challenge, a reward and a definite blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What was your biggest failure? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trusting HIM to show me how to love and understand all of my students from Day One. It took a little while, but I'm on the right track now. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an food poisoning incident involving Sherry and a trailer park hot dog. It was highly traumatic and I'm not sure I'll ever be able to eat another hot dog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yech&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be redundant, but I'm really excited about my house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister &lt;a href="http://absolutelyspoo.blogspot.com/2007/12/luxury-of-professional-photographer.html"&gt;Jennie&lt;/a&gt;, who had given up on hoping for an engagement. Her fiance totally blew her away with a photography engagement surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with Nicole. Young Hollywood was disgustingly trashy this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student loans, earnest money for the house, car payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting engaged, gaining a brother-in-law, buying a house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2007?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything off of &lt;a href="http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colbie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s debut album, Coco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? (c) richer or poorer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;happier and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traveled more (to England and France!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saved more money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gone home more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent more time with my girls this summer instead of babysitting --- that kind of contradicts #2. :-) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What do you wish you’d done less of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my family (including Bryan!) in Weaver-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vegas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2007?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over again. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a die-hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;McDreamy&lt;/span&gt; girl. &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/index?pn=index"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/a&gt; is certainly my all-time favorite. &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Heroes/"&gt;Heroes &lt;/a&gt;probably became my new favorite, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Do you hate anyone now that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t hate this time last year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a middle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;schooler&lt;/span&gt; write this question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. What was the best book you read? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memorykeepersdaughter.com/"&gt;The Memory Keeper's Daughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jodipicoult.com/nineteen-minutes.html"&gt;Nineteen Minutes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donaldmillerwords.com/bluelikejazz.php"&gt;Blue Like Jazz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Colbie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rilo&lt;/span&gt; Kiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bethany Dillon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Halo-Original-Soundtrack-2-CD-Set/dp/B000W04S6U/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1199132019&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What did you want and get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holiday time with all of my sisters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A gorgeous jewelry cabinet from Bryan for Christmas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter 5 on DVD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter 7 to read!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A raise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What did you want and not get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A size 6 body... that's my own fault.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A big bag of money (Still working on it, Pegs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, you know how indecisive I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter 5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rescue Dawn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 28 (yikes!) and had a delicious dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.loca-luna.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Loca&lt;/span&gt; Luna&lt;/a&gt; with Bryan and the Fab 5 crew. We ended the night at the &lt;a href="http://www.halolounge.com/"&gt;Halo Lounge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Having the people in my life closer and more accepting of one another." - Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap. And cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What kept you sane?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. I'm pretty sure Bryan had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to do with it. Until he broke his heel, he was doing at least (if not more than) half of the cleaning and general upkeep in the apartment. He still folds laundry and does the late night cat feeding, but I'm definitely looking forward to having him back 100%. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really "fancy" people? Nicole, did one of your English friends write this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the hots for &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001131/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;McDreamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Child Left Behind = Every Child Left Behind&lt;/span&gt;: Ask most teachers what they think of this particular piece of legislation, and chances are they'll tell you it's crap. Absolute crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Immigration Reform&lt;/span&gt;: It shouldn't take ten thousand dollars and 10+ years to gain citizenship. I love my students and their families. There has to be a better way to help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Who did you miss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My grandmothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more time we spend with Bryan's family (we are blessed to have both of his grandmothers - Nanny and Grammy), the more I realize how much I miss my Mimi and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nena&lt;/span&gt;. It also makes me thankful for the time I do get to spend with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;DeeDee&lt;/span&gt; and Mama Carol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;An entire ocean is an awfully long way away. It's a good thing words and prayers travel quickly. :-) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-favorite-things-about-summer.html"&gt;Thomas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We laugh, we play, we eat Goldfish. Does it get any better? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following my heart doesn't always mean that everyone else will agree with my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's not a lyric, but it fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Love Hasn't Grown Cold"&lt;br /&gt;Imagination - Bethany Dillon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shake your head&lt;br /&gt;What is so hard to believe?&lt;br /&gt;When you are in your bed&lt;br /&gt;I sing over you the sweetest things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because oh, my love does not tire&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake when the moon is full&lt;br /&gt;And I know the times when you feel lost&lt;br /&gt;And you just aren't sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold&lt;br /&gt;My love hasn't grown cold&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cold steal away in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;And hide in the light of day&lt;br /&gt;While you cloak yourself in the darkest lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh my love, it swims in the deepest oceans of fear&lt;br /&gt;And as soon as you lower your head&lt;br /&gt;I am here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold&lt;br /&gt;My love hasn't grown cold&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could see&lt;br /&gt;How heaven stills when you speak&lt;br /&gt;I know all your days&lt;br /&gt;And I have wrapped you in mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Is as wide as the galaxies&lt;br /&gt;Just hold out your hand and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And come be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold&lt;br /&gt;My love hasn't grown cold&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-8084004901115660269?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/8084004901115660269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=8084004901115660269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8084004901115660269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8084004901115660269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/01/copycattin.html' title='A Year In Review'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-2892792958885789222</id><published>2008-01-04T15:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:23:02.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic at Phillips!</title><content type='html'>We were very fortunate to be invited to join some of Bryan's former clients at Phillips Arena for New Year's Eve. &lt;a href="http://www.widespreadpanic.com/"&gt;Widespread Panic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Widespread_Panic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; played their 9th straight New Year's Eve show there and we had a fantastic time. It was fun to be a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=spreadhead"&gt;Spreadhead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" for the night... minus the copious amounts of drugs. (Please note definition #2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36lv1s5RJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iycfe3kDEsw/s1600-h/Panic1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151737265046242450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36lv1s5RJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iycfe3kDEsw/s400/Panic1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Fun Fact: Panic has played 18 consecutive sold-out NYE shows in Atlanta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;They even have their own jersey hanging up at Phillips Arena! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36jA1s5REI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lOYb0-DSifQ/s1600-h/December+2007+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151734258569135170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36jA1s5REI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lOYb0-DSifQ/s400/December+2007+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;L-R: A girl that did not talk to us, Bridget and John (our hosts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36jBVs5RFI/AAAAAAAAAb0/BI8aiO7E_2Q/s1600-h/December+2007+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151734267159069778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36jBVs5RFI/AAAAAAAAAb0/BI8aiO7E_2Q/s400/December+2007+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'm not quite sure what the "under the sea" motif was all about...&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the ginormous jellyfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Many of you know that Bryan and I were "&lt;a href="http://www.phish.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;phans&lt;/span&gt;" for a long time. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Widespread_Panic"&gt;Panic &lt;/a&gt;falls into that same "jam band" genre. Bryan had seen them play several times before, while I had only seen them at the infamous concert in Athens - &lt;a href="http://media.www.redandblack.com/media/storage/paper871/news/1998/04/20/UndefinedSection/Concert.Shares.Stage.With.Wedding.Prom-2587484.shtml"&gt;Panic in the Streets&lt;/a&gt; in 1998. We were both excited to get a little "jam band fix" and go to the show on Monday night. One of the "perks" was that we were able to sit, stand and boogie all from the comfort of our friend Bridget's company suite. As I told my friend Roper, we weren't anywhere near the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patchouli"&gt;patchouli oil&lt;/a&gt;-laden teenage crowd. That, my friends, is a scent I do not miss. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36i_Fs5RBI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DXsl8TNST0k/s1600-h/December+2007+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151734228504364050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36i_Fs5RBI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DXsl8TNST0k/s400/December+2007+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My boogie-in' boy :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also able to invite our friends Toni and Jeremy to come along. Bless them both, I don't think they had ever experienced the jam band scene. They took it all in and did some fun people watching. :-) I was really thankful to have Toni there as it was my first time meeting John and Bridget, our hosts. I had people to talk to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36i_1s5RCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Lwdc8iIqw9E/s1600-h/December+2007+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151734241389265954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36i_1s5RCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Lwdc8iIqw9E/s400/December+2007+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;toni&lt;/span&gt;. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36jAVs5RDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/gdyyxDvC3f0/s1600-h/December+2007+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151734249979200562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36jAVs5RDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/gdyyxDvC3f0/s400/December+2007+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Toni and Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Maggie and her husband Eric drove in from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Waynes&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vegas&lt;/span&gt; with some of their friends to see the show, and we tried &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;hard all weekend to meet up. Alas, work schedules and dead cell phones worked against us. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36k8Vs5RHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/3ySWFw8_zH8/s1600-h/December+2007+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151736380282979442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36k8Vs5RHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/3ySWFw8_zH8/s400/December+2007+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36k9ls5RII/AAAAAAAAAcM/lnzKlegDxHE/s1600-h/December+2007+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151736401757815938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36k9ls5RII/AAAAAAAAAcM/lnzKlegDxHE/s400/December+2007+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yes, those are pictures of Bryan dancing.&lt;br /&gt;With his crutches.&lt;br /&gt;He is awesome. :-)&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/16266178-2892792958885789222?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/2892792958885789222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=2892792958885789222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2892792958885789222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2892792958885789222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2008/01/panic-at-phillips.html' title='Panic at Phillips!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R36lv1s5RJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iycfe3kDEsw/s72-c/Panic1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-724046800721001398</id><published>2007-12-30T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T13:06:11.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Time...</title><content type='html'>Always makes me even more homesick for a few days once I'm back in Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my parents. I miss my sisters. I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nattie's&lt;/span&gt; touchy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feely&lt;/span&gt; demands while we watch movies on the couch - "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scratch &lt;/span&gt;my back. Play with my hair. Tickle my arm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dog - the old one. I miss the way my Mama smells in the morning when I hug her. (It's a good smell.) I wake up wishing I could get a big bear hug from my Daddy. I miss waking up to the smell of breakfast being made. I miss clean air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ease the homesickness, I can look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; coming to Georgia on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MLK&lt;/span&gt; weekend to help us move. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time with Jennie during the break - sister date!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The possibility of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kadee&lt;/span&gt; and JP moving back to the mountains next fall so he can go back to grad school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know the last one is a long way off, but I'll take what I can get today. :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-724046800721001398?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/724046800721001398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=724046800721001398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/724046800721001398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/724046800721001398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/12/sister-time.html' title='Sister Time...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-1315885824636545582</id><published>2007-12-28T13:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T14:31:04.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Contract!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It's official!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:00 am this morning, I signed my very first contract for my very first home!! My parents happened to be in town for a supper club gathering , so they were able to see the house and give their "seal of approval" before I signed on the dotted line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VERls5QyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/P-YEqUPeVks/s1600-h/house+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VERls5QyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/P-YEqUPeVks/s400/house+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149096817936909090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new crib: 3257 Foxwood Trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When you walk into the house, the first thing you see is the open living room, dining room and kitchen plan. This was something Bryan and I searched high and low for. The first time we saw this house, we fell in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VERls5QzI/AAAAAAAAAZk/P2zE-fCMXzo/s1600-h/house+LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VERls5QzI/AAAAAAAAAZk/P2zE-fCMXzo/s400/house+LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149096817936909106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VERls5Q0I/AAAAAAAAAZs/LWC-648c7Mo/s1600-h/house+kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VERls5Q0I/AAAAAAAAAZs/LWC-648c7Mo/s400/house+kitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149096817936909122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VESFs5Q1I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NuvjVgem4c8/s1600-h/December+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VESFs5Q1I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NuvjVgem4c8/s400/December+2007+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149096826526843730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dining Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The door you can see at the back of the living room photo opens up to the patio, which also leads to the deck that was built off of the master bedroom. I am already picturing summer and spring mornings with a good book and a cup of coffee on this deck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VESFs5Q2I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/G0e9V18XEsU/s1600-h/house+patio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VESFs5Q2I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/G0e9V18XEsU/s400/house+patio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149096826526843746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VH4Fs5Q3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/hZjQ2vSVrFA/s1600-h/house+deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VH4Fs5Q3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/hZjQ2vSVrFA/s400/house+deck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149100777896756082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To get to the master bedroom, you walk up a small set of stairs from the living room. On the right side of the hallway, you'll find the first full bath. Across the hall on the left hand side is the first bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VH41s5Q4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/fPywm5BsYZE/s1600-h/December+2007+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VH41s5Q4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/fPywm5BsYZE/s400/December+2007+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149100790781657986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the way the countertops and cabinets match the work done in the kitchen as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VH5Fs5Q5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/DSOz9_piLa0/s1600-h/December+2007+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VH5Fs5Q5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/DSOz9_piLa0/s400/December+2007+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149100795076625298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guest Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This will be one of the guest bedrooms... I told Nattie today I could leave it pink and make it her room. When she smiled and said ok,  I panicked a little inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VLQls5Q9I/AAAAAAAAAa0/2oV4zpucK-U/s1600-h/December+2007+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VLQls5Q9I/AAAAAAAAAa0/2oV4zpucK-U/s400/December+2007+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149104497338434514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Land of Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last room on the right at the end of the hallway is the master bedroom. There is a smaller full bath as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VH5ls5Q6I/AAAAAAAAAac/ToC1So-2mvw/s1600-h/December+2007+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VH5ls5Q6I/AAAAAAAAAac/ToC1So-2mvw/s400/December+2007+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149100803666559906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VH51s5Q7I/AAAAAAAAAak/esTGnjslwu8/s1600-h/December+2007+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VH51s5Q7I/AAAAAAAAAak/esTGnjslwu8/s400/December+2007+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149100807961527218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master Bath: Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VLP1s5Q8I/AAAAAAAAAas/Y7GpRj167Xk/s1600-h/December+2007+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VLP1s5Q8I/AAAAAAAAAas/Y7GpRj167Xk/s400/December+2007+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149104484453532610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master Bath: Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Across the hall from the master bedroom, is another bedroom/office. I think we will keep this room as an office. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;the hardwood floors they brought into this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VLQls5Q-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/GOQr721GW5M/s1600-h/house+office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VLQls5Q-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/GOQr721GW5M/s400/house+office.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149104497338434530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the bottom level of the split, there are three more rooms: a laundry room, 4th bedroom and bonus room/den. When we came to sign the papers today, the ceilings had been put in, the walls were sheet rocked and painted, and they were ready to lay down the carpet. I am so very very thankful that our home will be move-in ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VLRFs5Q_I/AAAAAAAAAbE/JdAaBCFex9w/s1600-h/December+2007+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VLRFs5Q_I/AAAAAAAAAbE/JdAaBCFex9w/s400/December+2007+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149104505928369138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedroom #4: AKA "ManCave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VLRVs5RAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2i_PjVm_3-E/s1600-h/December+2007+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VLRVs5RAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2i_PjVm_3-E/s400/December+2007+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149104510223336450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus Room:&lt;br /&gt;All of the walls have been painted a neutral cream and the tan carpet will be down by the time we move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are scheduled to close on January 17th, which is perfect due to the long MLK weekend we'll have for moving. Please pray that everything moves smoothly in the next three weeks because no matter what, we have to be OUT of this apartment on January 22nd! Come visit in February! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-1315885824636545582?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/1315885824636545582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=1315885824636545582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1315885824636545582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1315885824636545582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/12/under-contract.html' title='Under Contract!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3VERls5QyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/P-YEqUPeVks/s72-c/house+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-2929715746697596703</id><published>2007-12-27T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:32:47.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I thought I'd give you a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teensy&lt;/span&gt; update on what's been going on since my break started on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; 23rd. Jennie and I were reveling last night in the fact that we still have until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; before we have to see the doors of Fair Oaks again. This is the time of year I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; love my job. :-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Floataway&lt;/span&gt; Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Bryan and I started my vacation time off at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starprovisions.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Floataway&lt;/span&gt; Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;! This restaurant is part of the Star Provisions family - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starprovisions.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Bacchanalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; sister eatery. We actually drove out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Floataway&lt;/span&gt; to purchase a gift certificate for Bryan's parents for Christmas. When we arrived at the restaurant, we realized: 1) How late it was. 2) How hungry we were 3) The menu was phenomenal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I had some of the best food I've ever put in my mouth. If you ever have the chance to make your way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zonolite&lt;/span&gt; Road and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Floataway&lt;/span&gt; Cafe, you &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to try the She Crab Soup. Neither Bryan or I had words to describe the creamy, sherry-induced goodness that made its way to our table that night. All in all, it was a fabulous way to start my Christmas Break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3PB2Vs5QlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ybjp84h1dSw/s1600-h/december+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148671938297152082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3PB2Vs5QlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ybjp84h1dSw/s400/december+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Floataway&lt;/span&gt; Cafe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3PB2ls5QmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/NEWMEX6vWBo/s1600-h/december+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148671942592119394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3PB2ls5QmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/NEWMEX6vWBo/s400/december+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt; After a night of good food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Kari's Here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Bryan and I are currently on the hunt for a church a little closer to home, but the last couple of weeks we have visited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.westcobbchurch.com/app/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;West Cobb Baptist Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. What made this week's service even better was being able to sit beside my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; (Best Faraway Friend), Kari! Les &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Massons&lt;/span&gt; are here in the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' U-S-of-A for ten days to spend the holidays with Kari's family. Our time together is always precious, and I really enjoyed being able to worship with her on Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I know when I get back from Weaver-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;vegas&lt;/span&gt;, she and I will have to make our way to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.willieraes.net/WillieRaesmenu.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Willie Rae's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;for fish tacos, fried green tomatoes and some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;JJ's&lt;/span&gt; key lime pie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3PB21s5QnI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ent-4yW51cQ/s1600-h/december+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148671946887086706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3PB21s5QnI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ent-4yW51cQ/s400/december+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dirty Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As we get a little older, our Christmas traditions adjust to the lives of our growing families. Our traditional Christmas night dinner at my Uncle David's was moved to the evening of the 23rd so that we could all be together. This year, instead of exchanging a bazillion gifts, we played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_elephant_gift_exchange"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Dirty Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; instead. We each brought a "gag gift" to make the game a little more interesting. And boy, did it get interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My Aunt Donna picked up a new "grill"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148671959771988626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3PB3ls5QpI/AAAAAAAAAYU/w_0m7UpTtpM/s400/december+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148691226995278530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3PTZFs5QsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/B4dlEwl4I68/s400/december+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;DeeDee&lt;/span&gt; acquired a lovely Prostate Exam Kit (oh. my.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148690672944497314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3PS41s5QqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/spLWwMhmYrQ/s400/december+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Her exact words: "I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' to beat somebody." :-)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I am also sad to say that the only Christmas pictures we took were that night after dinner. I'm really quite embarrassed. Oh well, there's always Easter. :-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148671951182054018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3PB3Fs5QoI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ajKdPDEMmBQ/s400/december+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boone Girl Cousins around the tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-2929715746697596703?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/2929715746697596703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=2929715746697596703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2929715746697596703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2929715746697596703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-update.html' title='Christmas Update'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3PB2Vs5QlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ybjp84h1dSw/s72-c/december+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-2838084723340989739</id><published>2007-12-25T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T15:15:36.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3K151s5QkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/CAY07TBoElg/s1600-h/december.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148377329310450242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3K151s5QkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/CAY07TBoElg/s400/december.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Smyrna Zoo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bryan and Abby (Zookeepers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and of course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buddy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Charlie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lady and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Herbie&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/16266178-2838084723340989739?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/2838084723340989739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=2838084723340989739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2838084723340989739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2838084723340989739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3K151s5QkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/CAY07TBoElg/s72-c/december.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-1507065054712015395</id><published>2007-12-18T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:28:58.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeward Bound</title><content type='html'>I've been looking over my Thanksgiving pictures, making my homesickness even worse in the process. On a positive note, it makes me look forward to several things as I get ready to head home on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Having someone to ride with. One of the things I've really enjoyed about Jennie being back in Georgia is that we are able to ride home together and share the drive. I love our three hour talks, random sing-alongs and the fact that we know we'll take turns taking naps. :-) I know that these rides are becoming precious sister time - since she'll be riding home with Chris after June 14, 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2iZcls5QNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T3gPRCNX1N4/s1600-h/Kadee+JP+Wedding+Weekend+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2iZcls5QNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T3gPRCNX1N4/s320/Kadee+JP+Wedding+Weekend+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145531290706591954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Extra time with Kadee and JP! I am learning alot from watching Kadee and JP figure out how to divide their time equally between their families in different cities. I was so excited to talk to her and know that our WHOLE family would be together for several days. I will take all of the sister time I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2iYmFs5QMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7lNoIt8G0LU/s1600-h/Fall+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2iYmFs5QMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7lNoIt8G0LU/s320/Fall+2007+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145530354403721410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Snuggling with Nattie. She is the warmest bed-hogger I know. I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2ibbls5QRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ofJKGGWzi3w/s1600-h/Fall+2007+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2ibbls5QRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ofJKGGWzi3w/s320/Fall+2007+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533472549978386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Home Movies. You've never seen The Boone Girls break it down until you've watched our home movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2ibaFs5QOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eeTWvxjrXl4/s1600-h/Reader_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2ibaFs5QOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eeTWvxjrXl4/s320/Reader_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533446780174562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Christmas Eve Dinner at our house. We spend about 2 days getting everything together. I love being in the kitchen with Mama and my sisters. I especially love potato casserole, blueberry salad, stuffed carrots and london broil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. BEATTY! There's a puppy at my parents' house. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2ibb1s5QSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/v3ALk5RI2Wc/s1600-h/Fall+2007+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2ibb1s5QSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/v3ALk5RI2Wc/s320/Fall+2007+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533476844945698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Seeing DeeDee at least two times in one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2ibbFs5QQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9p9dELiqOls/s1600-h/Fall+2007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2ibbFs5QQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9p9dELiqOls/s320/Fall+2007+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533463960043778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2ibals5QPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/l1ZOORbfCgU/s1600-h/Fall+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2ibals5QPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/l1ZOORbfCgU/s320/Fall+2007+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145533455370109170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Disclaimer for the general public:&lt;br /&gt;Those are NOT my mother's real teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PS - Scroll down and see the Halloweeny-Post I snuck in via the wonderful world of saved drafts. &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/16266178-1507065054712015395?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/1507065054712015395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=1507065054712015395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1507065054712015395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/1507065054712015395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/12/homeward-bound.html' title='Homeward Bound'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2iZcls5QNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/T3gPRCNX1N4/s72-c/Kadee+JP+Wedding+Weekend+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-4103116140577021019</id><published>2007-12-16T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:34:18.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Leigh and Dave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KsE1s5QgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XUAGlHbueAA/s1600-h/december+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148366523172733442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KsE1s5QgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XUAGlHbueAA/s320/december+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bryan and I spent the weekend in Charleston, SC celebrating with his family. On Friday, December 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, his sister Leigh became Charlotte Leigh Hughes! It was a wonderful and relaxing weekend filled with lots of great memories. Besides - how often do we get an invitation to go to the beach in December? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the weekend early on Thursday night with a yummy BBQ rehearsal dinner at one of the houses rented for the big weekend. It was a great night to spend catching up with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spann&lt;/span&gt; family and getting to know the Hughes clan. After we wore all the grownups down, the younger crowd headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dunleavy's&lt;/span&gt; for a couple of drinks. I, being the bright wallflower that I am, sat back and snapped a few shots of the dance-happy crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148353097104965986" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3Kf3Vs5QWI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UJ4Dn4_81PE/s320/december+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3Kf21s5QVI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rrMTj6_RR7A/s1600-h/december+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148353088515031378" style="width: 327px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3Kf21s5QVI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rrMTj6_RR7A/s320/december+007.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The girls started The Big Friday off with a fantastic lunch in Mt. Pleasant at the &lt;a href="http://www.mavericksouthernkitchens.com/ovph/index.html"&gt;Old Village Post House&lt;/a&gt; hosted by Bryan and Leigh's Aunt Charlotte and Grammy. It was absolutely fabulous. If you are ever in the area, I highly recommend stopping by and trying the lamb stew or shrimp and grits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KfyVs5QTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/smTTpj6IL2s/s1600-h/december+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148353011205620018" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KfyVs5QTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/smTTpj6IL2s/s320/december+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leigh opening her "First Christmas" ornament!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148357963302912370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KkSls5QXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qc25-q90-VI/s320/december+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leigh with Mama Hughes (L) and Mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spann&lt;/span&gt; (R)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3Kf1ls5QUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/IN5WuNVFppE/s1600-h/december+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148353067040194882" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3Kf1ls5QUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/IN5WuNVFppE/s320/december+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Spann&lt;/span&gt;-Irwin Women&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back Row: Leigh, Aunt Charlotte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Front Row: Nanny (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Spann&lt;/span&gt;), Emily (Mom) and Grammy (Irwin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When we came back from lunch, we only had a couple of hours before it was time to walk to the beach! Around 3:30 we all walked across the street to the beach. Bryan was quite the trooper as he hoisted himself all the way to the beach and back on his crutches. :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148357971892846978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KkTFs5QYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/cmtLg5OWukc/s320/december+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The crowd waiting for the bride!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148362889630400946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KoxVs5QbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/E6T8UA7_Yj8/s320/december+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The groom and his motley crew waiting for Leigh. :-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148357980482781586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KkTls5QZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/enLd8onyQcc/s320/december+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leigh and her dad walked over to the beach once we found our "spot."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148362902515302850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KoyFs5QcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/nirKnU3eng8/s320/december+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mayor of Mt. Pleasant and a good friend of Leigh's, &lt;a href="http://www.townofmountpleasant.com/index.cfm?section=2"&gt;Harry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hallman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, conducted the ceremony.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148362919695172050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KozFs5QdI/AAAAAAAAAW0/wNScVGKcXhY/s320/december+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leigh's Lovely Bridesmaids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148357989072716194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KkUFs5QaI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EvWQy7MSHFk/s320/december+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The New Hughes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;David (with Emily) and Leigh (with Baxter)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148362923990139362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KozVs5QeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Ln7B5YpLCrI/s320/december+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favorite beach bum. :-)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the wedding and a short cocktail hour at the beach house, we all headed back into town to the &lt;a href="http://www.waters-edge-restaurant.com/content.asp?catID=6420"&gt;Water's Edge&lt;/a&gt; restaurant for a &lt;em&gt;delicious &lt;/em&gt;dinner reception. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148366510287831538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KsEFs5QfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Sl0dNwAomJ4/s320/december+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leigh and Pa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148366527467700754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KsFFs5QhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/8jIzzIihFkA/s320/december+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;My dinner date!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148366536057635362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KsFls5QiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QiPFqxwPp6U/s320/december+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Wyatt and Emily (my future in-laws!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148366540352602674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KsF1s5QjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/t2DQJUUe7yw/s320/december+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;em&gt;My sister-to-be :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We headed home Saturday morning so Bryan could get back to work that afternoon (sigh) but it was an absolutely fantastic weekend. I am so excited about the years to come with Bryan's family - we are truly blessed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-4103116140577021019?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/4103116140577021019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=4103116140577021019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4103116140577021019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4103116140577021019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/12/congratulations-leigh-and-dave.html' title='Congratulations Leigh and Dave!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R3KsE1s5QgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XUAGlHbueAA/s72-c/december+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-2518878387404890824</id><published>2007-11-22T19:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:33:42.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Said YES! (And so did SHE!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R0YmnmuYgXI/AAAAAAAAASk/ppzj3-OoWCs/s1600-h/IMG_2624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135834886914474354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R0YmnmuYgXI/AAAAAAAAASk/ppzj3-OoWCs/s320/IMG_2624.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two engagements, two rings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am about two weeks late in announcing this, but I wanted to make sure that both Jennie and I were able to "tell" our close friends and family before announcing our ENGAGEMENTS on the world wide web! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135832825330172226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R0YkvmuYgUI/AAAAAAAAASM/FigWoW_qOvk/s320/IMG_2605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clueless Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The night before at Chris' surprise 27th birthday party)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Chris was proposing to Jennie on November 10th, but I had no idea that Bryan had been ring shopping and scheming with his family as well! I'll share Jennie and Chris' story first, and then mine and Bryan's. (Grammar Nazis... did I word that correctly?? Mine and Bryan's??) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Jennie (and I) have a friend &lt;a href="http://www.bdandrews.com/"&gt;Brandon &lt;/a&gt;who has recently started a professional photography venture. He and Chris worked up a plan where Jennie thought that she and Chris would be taking pictures to help Brandon update his website. She didn't know they would be her engagement photos. They drove up to a farm property in Cartersville (owned by church friends) and started taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour, they took a break and Jennie went inside for a few minutes. When she came back, they started taking pictures again. After a few minutes, Chris got down on one knee and proposed. Brandon caught everything on film and they have some really cute pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135832829625139538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R0Ykv2uYgVI/AAAAAAAAASU/lFRyTzdrQYg/s320/JB+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Couple #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bryan and I were supposed to go hiking (again) on Sunday, November 11th. He was going to take me back to the "mini-mountain" and surprise me with a picnic and proposal there. However, when he called me on Saturday to tell me he had just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fallen off a ladder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at work I knew the hike was off. He improvised. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about two hours of limping around at work, Sherlock's sent him home. When he finally got home, I could tell he was really hurt. He hobbled in and sat down on the sofa. He asked me very nicely to help him look at his foot to check for bruises or an obvious break. As I unwrapped the his foot, something very shiny and sparkly fell out of the bandages! MY RING!! My sweet fiancee scooted down on the floor beside me, took my hand and asked me to marry him. I was completely and totally flabbergasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135834856849703266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R0Yml2uYgWI/AAAAAAAAASc/0lP8v0KYkr0/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Couple #2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jennie and Chris have set a date for June 14, 2008. She is already looking for reception sites, bridesmaids dresses and wedding gowns. That girl is on the ball!! To keep my parents from going into wedding overload, we have decided to wait until Spring 2009. Bryan's sister Leigh is also get married in December 2007. It's going to be a really fun year! :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Keep &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all four of us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in your thoughts and prayers as we begin planning to start our lives together! :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-2518878387404890824?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/2518878387404890824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=2518878387404890824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2518878387404890824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2518878387404890824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-said-yes-and-so-did-she.html' title='I Said YES! (And so did SHE!)'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R0YmnmuYgXI/AAAAAAAAASk/ppzj3-OoWCs/s72-c/IMG_2624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-9119152083815109124</id><published>2007-11-12T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:56:50.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallo-weeny Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2byW1s5QGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/sp4bXEH60Lw/s1600-h/Fall+2007+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2byW1s5QGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/sp4bXEH60Lw/s320/Fall+2007+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145066098503794786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie the Puh-Poodle and Bradley the Fighter-Fighter :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know, it's WAY belated. BUT, I did want to share some photos from my "frick or freet" night with one of my favorite very bestest friends Megan (Mo) and her twins - Madison and Bradley. I know this has a November date... I saved it as a draft, but I will confess to finishing it on December 18, 2007. Sad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2iVGFs5QKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ARpQ5sXdv_o/s1600-h/Fall+2007+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2iVGFs5QKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ARpQ5sXdv_o/s320/Fall+2007+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145526506113024162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was one of the few times Maddie had her headpiece on all night. Every time we would get it back on her we'd hear, "I hot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2iUtFs5QII/AAAAAAAAAUM/7U9-3Az5mWk/s1600-h/bradleypunkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2iUtFs5QII/AAAAAAAAAUM/7U9-3Az5mWk/s320/bradleypunkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145526076616294530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bradley was creating a feng shui "punkin" garden when I arrived. It was beautimous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2iUtFs5QII/AAAAAAAAAUM/7U9-3Az5mWk/s1600-h/bradleypunkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2bw-Fs5P9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/rEd35hJvfYw/s1600-h/bellringer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2bw-Fs5P9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/rEd35hJvfYw/s320/bellringer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145064573790404562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frick or Freet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2bxu1s5QBI/AAAAAAAAATU/4sbOXdJXh78/s1600-h/doubleew%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2bxu1s5QBI/AAAAAAAAATU/4sbOXdJXh78/s320/doubleew%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145065411309027346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Can you tell how excited they were that I was there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2bw_Fs5QAI/AAAAAAAAATM/ixZdCovIVYc/s1600-h/Fall+2007+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2bw_Fs5QAI/AAAAAAAAATM/ixZdCovIVYc/s320/Fall+2007+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145064590970273794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little cuter... Madison looks like she just tried her first Lemonhead. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2bxvls5QDI/AAAAAAAAATk/fEw-g8dAnDs/s1600-h/twizzlersyuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2bxvls5QDI/AAAAAAAAATk/fEw-g8dAnDs/s320/twizzlersyuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145065424193929266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bradley did NOT like Twizzlers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2bxvFs5QCI/AAAAAAAAATc/LEkgwrjNprI/s1600-h/sharing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2bxvFs5QCI/AAAAAAAAATc/LEkgwrjNprI/s320/sharing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145065415603994658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But he loves to play "Tug-o-Tootsie-Pop-Stick" with his Auntie Cha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2bw91s5P8I/AAAAAAAAASs/m3mBBBN-nuw/s1600-h/AbbyMaddy+Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2bw91s5P8I/AAAAAAAAASs/m3mBBBN-nuw/s320/AbbyMaddy+Halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145064569495437250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maddie ends the night snuggling with Auntie Cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-9119152083815109124?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/9119152083815109124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=9119152083815109124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/9119152083815109124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/9119152083815109124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/11/hallo-weeny-post.html' title='Hallo-weeny Post'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/R2byW1s5QGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/sp4bXEH60Lw/s72-c/Fall+2007+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-8969964435841704725</id><published>2007-10-30T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:20:26.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from the Trail</title><content type='html'>So, this tale is about a week old but I think it's worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, being the supportive boyfriend that he is has encouraged me every step of the way on my weight-loss journey. If it meant going walking in the apartment complex with me, cutting back on (gasp) wine or getting take out from Doc Green's instead of KFC he was there to do whatever helped me. So, when I wanted to get out of the house last Sunday he suggested going hiking! I had not yet done my "cardio" for the day and we decided this would be a fun way to workout together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows of a hidden piece of the &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/chat/planyourvisit/upload/2007ColumnsDriveB&amp;amp;W.pdf"&gt;Chattahoochee Nature Preserve&lt;/a&gt; in a Buckhead neighborhood that has great hiking trails so we headed over there. Evidently, there are several "Buckhead Bettys" who feel as though it belongs exclusively to them, but the "poor folk" go anyway. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we go hiking. It isn't until we get there that I realize I forgot water bottles and I am wearing my oldest, most worn-down pair of tennis shoes. (Hint: The "worn-down" shoes will be important in a minute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been hiking for about 45 minutes when Bryan decides to play Boy Scout Extraordinaire. We go OFF THE TRAIL. I, being the trusting girlfriend that I am, do not realize we are going OFF THE BEATEN TRAIL. When I do recognize that we are NO LONGER ON THE PATH, it's because I see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. lots of snake holes in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;b. an old hobo campfire.&lt;br /&gt;c. a weird rock cave with more hobo remnants.&lt;br /&gt;d. all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed D--- YOU'RE RIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took Bryan seeing the snake holes and a DEAD END for him to admit we needed to get back &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;the beaten path. Did I mention that the entire time we were traveling OFF the path, we were headed &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;downhill&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A very steep mountainous-like downhill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Remember that little "my shoes are old and worn" tidbit I shared with you earlier?? This is when it gets to be important. We begin to CLIMB our way back UP this mini-mountain, surrounded by snake holes, briars and baby trees. There is &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;for me to hold on to. At a certain critical point, I had to grab onto Bryan's hand so he could pull me up. When I went to do so, I slipped (remember my shoes) and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;he - let - go - of - me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;rolled &lt;/span&gt;down the mini-mountain. I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;slid &lt;/span&gt;down the mini-mountain. And, because my shoes were crap, I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;could not stop&lt;/span&gt; myself as I traveled unwillingly down the mini-mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RyffbAWx5PI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CkJXRLItyrc/s1600-h/Fall+2007+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127312355829605618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RyffbAWx5PI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CkJXRLItyrc/s320/Fall+2007+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence of Abuse. Photo 5-B-8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thankfully, no major damage was done. I cried. A little. My hands looked like they belonged to a 5-year-old who is learning to ride a bike. I have a gnarly bruise on my knee. Unfortunately for Bryan, I have turned him into DFCS for girlfriend abuse/neglect. I have applied for a foster boyfriend. Maybe my time in foster care will teach Bryan to take better care of me. Maybe I should just go get new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RyffbgWx5QI/AAAAAAAAASE/TnS_EKGtdIU/s1600-h/Fall+2007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127312364419540226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RyffbgWx5QI/AAAAAAAAASE/TnS_EKGtdIU/s320/Fall+2007+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the lack of band aids. Or booboo bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;Photo 5-B-9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DISCLAIMER: Bryan and I have 2 different stories from that Sunday. He claims he did not let go of me. But he doesn't have a blog. So there.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;On a fun &lt;a href="http://jkmassonfrance.blogspot.com/"&gt;side note&lt;/a&gt;, my best-faraway-friend Kari found a site that lets you test your vocabulary skills and donate rice to countries in need through the UN. Go &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;play&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&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/16266178-8969964435841704725?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/8969964435841704725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=8969964435841704725&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8969964435841704725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/8969964435841704725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/10/tales-from-trail.html' title='Tales from the Trail'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RyffbAWx5PI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CkJXRLItyrc/s72-c/Fall+2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-7779074123684621461</id><published>2007-10-20T23:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:45:23.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Where, Oh Where Did My Little Blog Go?</title><content type='html'>I am embarrassed to admit it has been WEEKS since I last blogged. I'm even more ashamed of the fact that I haven't been taking many pictures even though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went home for a weekend! My aunt is in the final stages of restoring our family's grist mill. &lt;a href="http://www.francismill.org/"&gt;The Francis Mill Preservation Society&lt;/a&gt; held their second annual Bluegrass and BBQ fundraiser. I came home to help with the fundraiser and spend some time with my family! I did get to see my FAVORITE boy in the whole wide world --- BOONE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rx6vwPT2ewI/AAAAAAAAARs/SQJdaSwCnQM/s1600-h/booneblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rx6vwPT2ewI/AAAAAAAAARs/SQJdaSwCnQM/s320/booneblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124726669272578818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              He tried very hard to blow up a "bloon" on his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;          (Note: Any references to other small children being my "favorite" are null and void. I have recognized the error of my ways and I know that only children I am directly related to should be referred to as "my favorite.") :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bryan and I visited his grandparents - Nanny and Pa -  at "The River" for Bryan's birthday. We had a fantastic weekend spending time with his family. His Dad and cousin Tracy came with us. When we left on Sunday, we were all a couple pounds heavier from Nanny's awesome cooking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took two of my favorite former students out to dinner. Every time they have something to celebrate (all A's on a report card, a big project, getting accepted into advanced classes) we go out for a special dinner. Most recently, I took Dayra and Estefania to The Cheesecake Factory. YUM!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rx6ua_T2euI/AAAAAAAAARc/7_r5mynid6o/s1600-h/Summer+2007+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rx6ua_T2euI/AAAAAAAAARc/7_r5mynid6o/s320/Summer+2007+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124725204688730850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy AND Smart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There have been TWO Fab 5 birthday celebrations! Sherry and Michelle are both a little older and smarter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rx6ubvT2evI/AAAAAAAAARk/jbaqyLZ_cEc/s1600-h/Summer+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rx6ubvT2evI/AAAAAAAAARk/jbaqyLZ_cEc/s320/Summer+2007+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124725217573632754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michelle's Birthday Mafia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been spending LOTS of time with a certain almost-2-year-old. Recently, we spent some time trying on Thomas' favorite new toy - an enormous blonde wig!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rx6vyfT2exI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FWrKgVp0tVI/s1600-h/sexymofos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rx6vyfT2exI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FWrKgVp0tVI/s320/sexymofos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124726707927284498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, you're all jealous and you want to borrow it now. Too bad. Thomas says no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-7779074123684621461?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/7779074123684621461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=7779074123684621461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/7779074123684621461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/7779074123684621461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-where-oh-where-did-my-little-blog-go.html' title='Oh Where, Oh Where Did My Little Blog Go?'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rx6vwPT2ewI/AAAAAAAAARs/SQJdaSwCnQM/s72-c/booneblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-2089796921819403621</id><published>2007-09-01T11:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:37:54.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devoted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As my family has now expanded to include a boy (besides Daddy) for the first time ever, I found myself becoming reminiscent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmSSsc2zlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wpb5YOg6NbY/s1600-h/DSCF0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmSSsc2zlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wpb5YOg6NbY/s320/DSCF0642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105272502468660818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;August 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My sisters and I have a Christmas tradition of watching the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0047673/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. Most of the time, it involves lots of begging and pleading on my part - they aren't always as enthusiastic as I am. :-) What they don't know, is that I only want to watch it for one reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmK6sc2zgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Zg5VuCw9fvM/s1600-h/white-xmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmK6sc2zgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Zg5VuCw9fvM/s320/white-xmas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105264393570405890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There is a scene in the movie where Rosemary Clooney's character and her sister are performing in a restaurant/lounge/bar. They sing a song called "Sisters" - You've probably heard it before. I love to hear us sing it together. Every time I sing, hear or think of that song, I think of my sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmIzcc2zdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/id-jC1mQVxg/s1600-h/DSCF0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmIzcc2zdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/id-jC1mQVxg/s320/DSCF0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105262069993098706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kadee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmIzsc2zfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/dE_gH9tsaLY/s1600-h/jennie+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmIzsc2zfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/dE_gH9tsaLY/s320/jennie+sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105262074288066034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jennie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmIzsc2zeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RmX2pZCiwII/s1600-h/favorite%2Bnattie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmIzsc2zeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RmX2pZCiwII/s320/favorite%2Bnattie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105262074288066018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nattie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Time for a confession - I've had a hard time accepting that my family will never be the same again. There will be holidays where the six of us won't be together. Kadee and JP will have to divide their time, share themselves, and eventually start their own family traditions. I'm sure Jennie and Chris will soon join the marry-ed club too. Nattie and I? Who knows... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What I realized this weekend was that none of these things will change how my sisters and I love and care for each other. I know there are things about me that probably drive other people nuts  My sisters are able to overlook them, immediately forgive me, and gently help me recognize how I need to change. I can trust that my sisters will always keep my secrets, make me laugh when I can't stop crying, and drop everything to come to my rescue. We will always be able to answer a phone, pack a bag, drive in a car or fly on a plane to get to one another. Being married just gives us something else to talk about. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmSSMc2zjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/crNgvedY_BM/s1600-h/November+2006+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmSSMc2zjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/crNgvedY_BM/s320/November+2006+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105272493878726194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sisters, sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;There were never such devoted sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had to have a chaperone, no sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to keep my eye on her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmSRMc2zhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0hEqsqRSKow/s1600-h/family+graduation+MHS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmSRMc2zhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0hEqsqRSKow/s320/family+graduation+MHS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105272476698856978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Caring, sharing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Every little thing that we are wearing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wore the dress and I stayed home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of weather we stick together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same in the rain or sun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two different faces but in tight places&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think and we act as one, ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmSScc2zkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/21T0Yw0bdOQ/s1600-h/April+2006+School+Poetry+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmSScc2zkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/21T0Yw0bdOQ/s320/April+2006+School+Poetry+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105272498173693506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Those who've seen us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that not a thing can come between us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Many men have tried to split us up&lt;br /&gt;but no one can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help the mister&lt;br /&gt;who comes between me and my sister&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lord help the sister&lt;br /&gt;who comes between me and my man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;instrumental interlude=""&gt;&lt;/instrumental&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmIzMc2zcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/A0DLEaDSLb4/s1600-h/ChurchSisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmIzMc2zcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/A0DLEaDSLb4/s320/ChurchSisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105262065698131394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I love you, Lulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/16266178-2089796921819403621?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/2089796921819403621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=2089796921819403621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2089796921819403621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/2089796921819403621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/09/devoted.html' title='Devoted'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RtmSSsc2zlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wpb5YOg6NbY/s72-c/DSCF0642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-4599995717118163579</id><published>2007-07-18T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:22:17.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things About Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Graduating!!! That's right!! I am finished with my Master's degree. I could not be more excited. I'm taking a year off to recuperate, but I'll go back to &lt;a href="http://www.coe.uga.edu/lle"&gt;UGA &lt;/a&gt;for one more degree next fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092798100848436530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rq1A49Ha5TI/AAAAAAAAANc/4HvvPblT4cY/s320/aderhold.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aderhold Hall... my Athens home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. My new hair!! I have found my favorite place - 313 Salon, Spa and Boutique. If you're ever there, ask for Georgia to do any coloring you need. Ashley is my favorite scissored stylist. The prices are really reasonable, and I love their complimentary parrafin waxes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092794089348981986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rq09PdHa5OI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vycXMNXKwRA/s320/Summer+2007+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A view of the back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092794106528851202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rq09QdHa5QI/AAAAAAAAANE/q__9PNeU82A/s320/Summer+2007+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sexy hair requires a sexy face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. My new favorite boy!! Thomas is a little boy I started babysitting this summer and he is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092794093643949298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rq09PtHa5PI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zrquj5_VrKI/s320/Summer+2007+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't he the cutest?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Hanging with the girls! Between days at the pool, nights at Atkins Park and our trip to Destin, FL I have loved our time together. I am not ready to go back to work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092794115118785810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rq09Q9Ha5RI/AAAAAAAAANM/9CCg42ulhtc/s320/Summer+2007+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At Graffiti in Destin, FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Time at home with the fam. I recently spent 5 days at home and it was possibly my favorite part of summer. I haven't been home enough this year, and it was so nice to go home and do family stuff for awhile. I'm looking forward to Kadee's wedding in August when we'll all be together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092806037947999634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rq1IG9Ha5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOM/1iQRgAPIS2s/s320/Summer+2007+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At Kadee's Waynesville shower&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092806046537934242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rq1IHdHa5aI/AAAAAAAAAOU/RKOreRfUL8U/s320/Summer+2007+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eskimo nose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092806055127868850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rq1IH9Ha5bI/AAAAAAAAAOc/P3pjA5i1MO4/s320/Summer+2007+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Missin' JB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. Harry Potter!! Not only did movie #5 come out, but so did the final installment of the Harry Potter series. I am a happy Muggle. I haven't read the last book yet (I'm re-reading Book 6 first), so avoiding the news and web sites with possible spoilers has been a little tricky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092808365820274114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rq1KOdHa5cI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TXLJrmw9uGM/s320/harry_potter_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Such a good movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.weightwatchers.com/"&gt;Weight Watchers&lt;/a&gt;. I am back on the weight-loss bandwagon and trying hard to lose and keep it off. I am down 1 size and 12 pounds from my heaviest weight. I'm not going to meetings - just doing the program online, but it's working!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092800299871692130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rq1C49Ha5WI/AAAAAAAAAN0/glwW6dc98pg/s320/sp_weight_watchers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Keeping with the weight loss theme, my personal trainer!! His name is &lt;a href="http://www.rogerscottfitness.com/"&gt;Roger Scott&lt;/a&gt; and he is fantastic! I couldn't do it without him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Time with Bryan! With grad school, work and babysitting during the school year, its hard to make time for each other. Summer means fun outdoor excursions, lunch dates and movies on a weeknight! :-) He recently my date to my high school reunion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092806025063097714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rq1IGNHa5XI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5HDCsqQEPgc/s320/Summer+2007+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092806029358065026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rq1IGdHa5YI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7RmRbivxhig/s320/Summer+2007+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My good friend Kati - we were college and "real world" roomies! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;10. House Hunting! Bryan and I are looking for a house in &lt;a href="http://www.eastatlantavillage.net/"&gt;East Atlanta&lt;/a&gt;. We have lots of friends down there, and there is always something fun to do on the weekend. Our lease is up in December, so I'll keep you posted!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-4599995717118163579?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/4599995717118163579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=4599995717118163579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4599995717118163579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/4599995717118163579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-favorite-things-about-summer.html' title='My Favorite Things About Summer'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/Rq1A49Ha5TI/AAAAAAAAANc/4HvvPblT4cY/s72-c/aderhold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-817196624800590233</id><published>2007-07-14T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T14:32:55.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock and Awe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpkLVQI9WHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tBi4h6T2Yjc/s1600-h/planetarium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087109713829386354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpkLVQI9WHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tBi4h6T2Yjc/s320/planetarium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Gruesome Twosome @ Fernbank's Planetarium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, I'm becoming a regular blogger again! :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bryan and I were planning to take EIGHT of my students to Six Flags on Wednesday. However, an 80% chance of thunderstorms put that on hold, and we managed to get &lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt; of them to opt for Plan B! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087109748189124786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpkLXQI9WLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Pcssm6vrtlY/s320/Summer+2007+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My own Fantastic Four: Denise, Esthela, Alex and Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087118814865086690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpkTnAI9WOI/AAAAAAAAALE/C_P1hDFnnOE/s320/Summer+2007+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink-Toed Tarantula: Glad it's in a glass box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087118806275152082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpkTmgI9WNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/p9eAJLOShxU/s320/Summer+2007+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Budget Frog: Can you see his eyes above the water??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to the &lt;a href="http://fsc.fernbank.edu/"&gt;Fernbank Science Center&lt;/a&gt; (which is free!) and watched a REALLY dumb planetarium movie. Had a picnic lunch at Fernbank, complete with Doritos, Little Debbies and Capri Suns - Mama would be proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087118797685217474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpkTmAI9WMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kv-u6bEOhZc/s320/Summer+2007+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apollo 6 Command Module&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087109722419320962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpkLVwI9WII/AAAAAAAAAKU/olb9y9YtOgQ/s320/Summer+2007+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right before the Planetarium... We had no idea how boring Hercules could be. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everybody took turns getting "eaten" just before lunch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087109731009255570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpkLWQI9WJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-MOqWTO2Wpc/s320/Summer+2007+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087109739599190178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpkLWwI9WKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FPtcY4tJ2Wg/s320/Summer+2007+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087118832044955906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpkToAI9WQI/AAAAAAAAALU/N67hxTqQYi4/s320/Summer+2007+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087118827749988594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpkTnwI9WPI/AAAAAAAAALM/btZlyIzv2ho/s320/Summer+2007+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afterwards, we drove over to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlantic_Station"&gt;Atlantic Station&lt;/a&gt; and took the kids to see the new Fantastic Four movie. Unfortunately, this is where I stopped taking pictures. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm still waiting on a CD of photos from our trip to Destin. In the meantime, I'll do my best to keep blogging. I have TWO WEEKS left of grad school. It's almost over!!!!!&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/16266178-817196624800590233?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/817196624800590233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=817196624800590233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/817196624800590233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/817196624800590233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/07/shock-and-awe.html' title='Shock and Awe...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpkLVQI9WHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tBi4h6T2Yjc/s72-c/planetarium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-879997834598473669</id><published>2007-07-12T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T10:49:16.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1,000 Barefoot Children Outside... Dancing On My Lawn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086315243663874050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpY4xAI9WAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MiGBFvmJcs4/s320/flipflopsfray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think of this &lt;a href="http://www.phish.com/"&gt;Phish &lt;/a&gt;lyric every time I go to Lakewood (HiFi Buys) Amphitheater. Michelle, Sherry, Nikki and I were there on Tuesday night to see &lt;a href="http://www.thefray.net/site.html"&gt;The Fray&lt;/a&gt;! The last time I saw these guys they were opening for Ben Folds (remember Nic?) and they have absolutely exploded on the music scene. Unfortunately, being on the lawn means I don't have a camera smart enough to take good pictures from far away. However, I did get some fun shots of us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086320182876264546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpY9QgI9WGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SsQZ3qpKlCE/s320/fray+stage+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The band had these really cool lanterns that dropped down from the top of the stage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086315252253808658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpY4xgI9WBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SK93aEFcaXw/s320/Summer+2007+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Michelle and Abby: Summer Gal Pals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are fun. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086315205009168354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpY4uwI9V-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/E8qBi3TiVkw/s320/fraychicksflip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We also aren't afraid to ask other people to take pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My favorite part of the night is that my girls became true Fray fans. They'd heard the radio songs (Cable Car, How to Save a Life) but didn't have the rest of the album. It was an awesome show!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086320169991362626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpY9PwI9WEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JkKc8TilwCY/s320/lovinmesomefray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lovin' me some Fray. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16266178-879997834598473669?l=abbyboone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/feeds/879997834598473669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16266178&amp;postID=879997834598473669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/879997834598473669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16266178/posts/default/879997834598473669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbyboone.blogspot.com/2007/07/1000-barefoot-children-outside-dancing.html' title='1,000 Barefoot Children Outside... Dancing On My Lawn!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05718390588299837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/SxSh2EsJhAI/AAAAAAAABUg/6ZBe3RSVyUY/S220/Land+Ho!+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_fDailaUUM/RpY4xAI9WAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MiGBFvmJcs4/s72-c/flipflopsfray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16266178.post-4569136672399742202</id><published>2007-07-08T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:50:27.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Letter Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
