<?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-5075971134650061695</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:47:55.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jewelz</title><subtitle type='html'>Well here is a little about me.  I am a mom of four boys and a wife to a wonderful man.  My husband is a firefighter and former Marine so it is needless to say I am so very proud of my husband.  My boys are great kids mind you they are not perfect but I think they are great.  As for me I just try to be the best mom and wife i can be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-1360949816023117160</id><published>2011-08-19T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T05:49:14.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Excited My FOOT!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I sent the boys off to a new school year yesterday.  They tried to tell me they were not excited....but I knew better ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5U7qnFfpDK4/Tk5T65uPmGI/AAAAAAAAASs/0O8gYb2o-wM/s1600/DSCF1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5U7qnFfpDK4/Tk5T65uPmGI/AAAAAAAAASs/0O8gYb2o-wM/s320/DSCF1647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642539654534109282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin picked out his clothes for his first day of !st grade.  Notice the COOL Spiderman shirt and his new Sketchers.  He wanted to look good for his teacher LOL.  When he got home he ran in and said "today was the BEST day EVER Mom!!!!!!!!!!!!"  so I think it was a good day LOL.  Oh and Austin was most excited about the fact that the LOVE of his life Katey is in his class.  He would sing that Justin Beiber song "Baby, Baby, Baby OOOHHHH" to her last year LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJkeez6H5yA/Tk5VJ6LSA7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/pTB5SUgswSk/s1600/DSCF1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJkeez6H5yA/Tk5VJ6LSA7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/pTB5SUgswSk/s320/DSCF1645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642541011865568178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota is all about looking cool also lol.  He found those "skater" shoes and loved the fact that he could have two different color shoe laces.  That combined with his new "awesome" shirt he was ready for his first day of 4th grade.  When he came home he told me that he liked his teacher she is nice, he has quite a few friends in his class and his girlfriend from last year is in there to and apparently they are still together LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xMFIbwaBNHQ/Tk5WqDDJTOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pKCmolXWOMI/s1600/DSCF1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xMFIbwaBNHQ/Tk5WqDDJTOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pKCmolXWOMI/s320/DSCF1649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642542663514803426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis has entered a new stage in his life.....HIGH SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  He started his first day of his Freshman year with a heart monitor on him LOL.  He is fine he had an EKG done for his sports physical and the Doc thought she saw something off about it so she sent him to a Cardiologist just to be safe and that Doc says all is good as long as his 24 hour heart monitor results come back fine...and they will.  Now if we could stop him from getting concussions in football and wrestling we would be good LOL.  The heart Doc actually said if he gets any more concussions he wants him to go see a Neurologist to look at his head...I wonder what he will find up there...HMMMMMM  I might take him just to check LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_YfuaweMeQ/Tk5a8zZeg5I/AAAAAAAAATE/jLYVywBS_Tw/s1600/DSCF1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_YfuaweMeQ/Tk5a8zZeg5I/AAAAAAAAATE/jLYVywBS_Tw/s320/DSCF1651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642547383777526674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say all in all they had a great first day of school and a great start to a new school year :)  I must say I sent some handsome young men off to those schools yesterday.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5075971134650061695-1360949816023117160?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1360949816023117160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=1360949816023117160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1360949816023117160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1360949816023117160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-excited-my-foot.html' title='Not Excited My FOOT!!!!!!!'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5U7qnFfpDK4/Tk5T65uPmGI/AAAAAAAAASs/0O8gYb2o-wM/s72-c/DSCF1647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-3957237198122523174</id><published>2011-05-16T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:01:18.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbdlSStXCqY/TdFHZlML5iI/AAAAAAAAASY/H3N5FSj2zLc/s1600/DSCF0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbdlSStXCqY/TdFHZlML5iI/AAAAAAAAASY/H3N5FSj2zLc/s320/DSCF0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607341515858503202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejc4wHiDrp4/TdFGXg9_hwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/txCgwfSVlNU/s1600/DSCF0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejc4wHiDrp4/TdFGXg9_hwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/txCgwfSVlNU/s320/DSCF0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607340380853864194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9r5yUW545w/TdFGW20c9wI/AAAAAAAAASA/VRUnGNEzJ6E/s1600/DSCF0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9r5yUW545w/TdFGW20c9wI/AAAAAAAAASA/VRUnGNEzJ6E/s320/DSCF0863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607340369539561218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he was born he was only 4lb2oz and he was the tiniest baby I had ever held.  The nurses kept coming into the room and offering to hold him for me because normally a baby his size was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; and they never got to hold them that small.  I was so scared I would break him he was so tiny.  He has always been on the small side but always kept up or passed the other kids his age &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intellectually&lt;/span&gt; .  When he was 1 the Doctors told me he had a hole in his heart.  It was called an Atrial Septal Defect.  We worried over that for quite a long time and finally in July 2007 they went in and repaired his broken heart with orders to keep him on bed rest for a few days when we returned home.  Of course that was exactly what we PLANNED to do lol.  We got home and sat him on the couch and started preparing for him to sleep in the living room with Mommy.  Well as we prepared to do this he decided he was going to jump off the couch and start running around the house.  It was at that moment I knew we were in the clear and the worst was behind us.  He is now a big 6 year old today. With a healthy heart and energy I only could dream of having.  He told me today he would always be my baby but he was six now so he was a big kid to everyone else.  I am so proud of him he is growing up so fast and doing so great in school and growing into such a remarkable little man.  I love the way he walks around and acts like such a BIG kid and hangs out with his older brothers as if he was the same age as all of them and then still makes time to sit and snuggle with Mommy and Daddy before bedtime (to avoid going to bed but I will take it).  Happy Birthday Austin Joshua.  Mommy and Daddy Loves You!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/5075971134650061695-3957237198122523174?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3957237198122523174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=3957237198122523174' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/3957237198122523174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/3957237198122523174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-he-was-born-he-was-only-4lb2oz-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbdlSStXCqY/TdFHZlML5iI/AAAAAAAAASY/H3N5FSj2zLc/s72-c/DSCF0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-5066272603771249138</id><published>2011-05-10T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T07:55:44.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello There</title><content type='html'>Hello there Bloggy World!!!  I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend and If you are a Mom then i hope you had a wonderful Mother's Day!!!  My Mother's Day was like any other day (we don't usually do much for it)  but Austin did make me a beautiful picture!!!!  I went grocery shopping, cleaned the house, made lunch, did laundry, made dinner and then we sat down and had family movie night.  It was a normal day but my boys made sure they were extra nice to me at least LOL.  It is warming up fast out there today.  It was in the 90's yesterday and Sunday and the same today and then the rest of the week will be in the 60's and 70's.  Got to LOVE Missouri weather!!!  Have a GREAT week everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejUyqVZ5nEg/TclRma1EzGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/6Tlf7Qm3eUQ/s1600/211245_1324360950_7299662_q.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-5066272603771249138?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5066272603771249138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=5066272603771249138' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5066272603771249138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5066272603771249138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-there.html' title='Hello There'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-7214371785771603218</id><published>2011-04-29T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:35:50.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Dependable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is Austin...my youngest son.  I am pretty darn proud of him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KPZ0Zhr0IM/TbrblcmlyzI/AAAAAAAAARw/kaxQAzXuviY/s1600/austin%2Band%2Bjames.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KPZ0Zhr0IM/TbrblcmlyzI/AAAAAAAAARw/kaxQAzXuviY/s320/austin%2Band%2Bjames.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601030522968329010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0oeVoqeNAc/TbrazbJh4yI/AAAAAAAAARo/-rc4qYa4MW8/s1600/DSCF0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0oeVoqeNAc/TbrazbJh4yI/AAAAAAAAARo/-rc4qYa4MW8/s320/DSCF0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601029663584543522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I soooooo PROUD!!!!!!!!!!!!  Because on top of being an amazing little man and son he received an award this morning for being The Most Dependable child in his class.  Now at home being dependable means you can depend on him to kick and punch his brothers and talk about things later lol or you can depend on him to give you the puppy dog eyes in order to get his way LOL (you know the look lol) but I have a feeling being dependable at school means she can depend on him to do his best and be nice to his friends and listen in class and do as he is told when he is told :) I have four wonderful kids each with his own personality and Austin has a BIG personality that is just so much fun.  It is fun to learn all the new things he learns because when he tells you about what he has learned it is told with such enthusiasm  that it is like I am learning something new to. Remember this face above because he is going to go far in life and you will likely see again LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-7214371785771603218?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7214371785771603218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=7214371785771603218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7214371785771603218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7214371785771603218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2011/04/most-dependable.html' title='Most Dependable'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KPZ0Zhr0IM/TbrblcmlyzI/AAAAAAAAARw/kaxQAzXuviY/s72-c/austin%2Band%2Bjames.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-3270779927915152927</id><published>2011-04-26T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:32:46.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Wonderful Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xUJSMvOUj-E/TbcnG_53sOI/AAAAAAAAARI/IVwVQs4HoAs/s1600/s1324360950_194630_7236%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xUJSMvOUj-E/TbcnG_53sOI/AAAAAAAAARI/IVwVQs4HoAs/s320/s1324360950_194630_7236%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599987662845358306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago today I married my best friend.  He has made me so HAPPY!!!!!!!  He took my son in his heart as his own and has loved him as his own since then.  He has given me a wonderful step son and two sweet little boys to add to the mix.  I am so proud to call him my husband.  He has a die hard love for his family and loves me to the ends of the earth and back.  I couldn't ask for anything more.  I am so BLESSED to have him in my life.  I can't believe it has already been 10 years but at the same time it seems like we have been together forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-3270779927915152927?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3270779927915152927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=3270779927915152927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/3270779927915152927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/3270779927915152927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-wonderful-life.html' title='It&apos;s A Wonderful Life'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xUJSMvOUj-E/TbcnG_53sOI/AAAAAAAAARI/IVwVQs4HoAs/s72-c/s1324360950_194630_7236%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-7291346031553865485</id><published>2011-04-24T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T07:16:43.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter Everyone :)  I hope you all have a wonderful wonderful day.  We are headed out to Mom and Dads house in a little while to have some Easter fun!!!  I am sure you will see pictures soon from me or my Mom ( punkin ).  You know how much she loves to show off her Grand kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-7291346031553865485?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7291346031553865485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=7291346031553865485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7291346031553865485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7291346031553865485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-7027911864966000397</id><published>2011-04-07T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:49:29.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Special Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YyRQfeaudi4/TZ4q1-iRd1I/AAAAAAAAARA/Ci8gUVL2dfo/s1600/Travis%2B%2540%2Bthe%2Bfort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YyRQfeaudi4/TZ4q1-iRd1I/AAAAAAAAARA/Ci8gUVL2dfo/s320/Travis%2B%2540%2Bthe%2Bfort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592954894048917330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have four wonderfully smart and kind boys....but today i want to talk (brag) about my oldest son, Travis.  Travis is 14 (almost 15) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;showes&lt;/span&gt; us all the time that he is a very kind hearted boy.  The other day I got a call from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GTT&lt;/span&gt; (gateway to technology) teacher.  She called me and said...."Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rummerfield&lt;/span&gt;? " I said "yes" and she then said "this is Travis' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GTT&lt;/span&gt; teacher" of course my first thought was oh no what happened now.  (my son is very outspoken and gets in trouble for it often ) she said "I just wanted to call you and brag on your WONDERFUL son..."  here is why..."in my class we have two young ladies that are special needs girls. No one really ever wants to sit with them much less help them because of how other kids will make fun of them.  Your son doesn't care what other say about him.  From the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; he volunteered to share a table with these two girls and has been nothing but kind to them.  Everyday he helps them with their work and before they turn in an assignment he will check their work and make sure it is correct.  If it isn't correct he will sit down with them and show them what they did wrong and what they have to do to correct the problem.  Today after being gone sick for 3 days  he came in and we had a little problem.... both girls wanted to be partners, something I try not to do since it is more difficult to teach with them together.  Travis said it was fine he would work with them so she could teach the class.  He worked with them and showed them what they were suppose to be doing and how to do it the whole time being so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt; and kind to both girls.  He never judges them or makes them feel like they are less of a person because of their disabilities.  I just wanted to let you know you have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;remarkable&lt;/span&gt; son and he is number 1 in my book."  It was so nice to get a nice phone call from a teacher ( that is not always the case) and it is nice to know that my son seems to have a very kind heart and a great attitude towards the world and what is important and what isn't.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; proud of him and how grown up he is.  He makes me smile everyday and I am so blessed to have him as my son, my first born.  He will be setting such wonderful examples for his brothers and I hope they follow in his footsteps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-7027911864966000397?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7027911864966000397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=7027911864966000397' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7027911864966000397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7027911864966000397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-special-kid.html' title='One Special Kid'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YyRQfeaudi4/TZ4q1-iRd1I/AAAAAAAAARA/Ci8gUVL2dfo/s72-c/Travis%2B%2540%2Bthe%2Bfort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-4353802225079215717</id><published>2011-03-07T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T08:15:45.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello There</title><content type='html'>Hello there blogging world!!  I was reading my sister Tessa's (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tmarie&lt;/span&gt;) blog and she had a blog with random facts about herself and I really liked it.  I thought it might be fun to post a little about who I am since no one really knows a lot about me :)  So here we go ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(many of you already know this but) I have the greatest parents a girl could ask forwho helped me through so many hard times and continue to do so all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly love being short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the color yellow but it doesn't love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fascination&lt;/span&gt; with purses and shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook and have 4 wonderful boys and a wonderful husband to use as testers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three favorite movies... Mary Poppins, The Notebook and drum roll please...Dirty Dancing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go back to Collage and become a Special Education Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love children and am very blessed to be able to watch them everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sing and dance and my boys think I am a dork because I will break out in song and dance at anytime LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE cartoons even at age 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly I LOVE being a Mom and have for 14 (almost 15) years&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/5075971134650061695-4353802225079215717?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/4353802225079215717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=4353802225079215717' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/4353802225079215717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/4353802225079215717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-there.html' title='Hello There'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-5381723182896747078</id><published>2011-02-27T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T07:43:42.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zipper scar</title><content type='html'>My step son Cody is a very tall boy....he stands 5'11" at age 13.  Well this fast growth at such a young age caused a major problem for Cody.  We noticed about a year ago that his chest had a huge dent in it.  His Mom took him to the Dr. to get it checked out and it turned out his ribs on his left side were not growing toward his sternum and protecting his lung and heart the ribs were turning in towards his spin and moving his heart out of the way and starting to squeeze his lung.  He started having shortness of breath a few times and the connective tissue in there was getting inflamed.  Well the Dr. decided he need to have surgery to correct this problem before it got worse but insurance decided the surgery would not be covered because it "cosmetic" in there books.  It had to be life threatening for regular insurance to cover it.  We then reached out to The Shriners Hospital.  That organization is AMAZING!!!!!!  They agreed to do Cody's surgery.....for FREE!!!!!! It was a very expensive surgery and they did it for free. I was so amazed a felt like our families had been bless.  Cody had his surgery on Monday.  It was 4 hours long and it is a 6 month recovery process.  They went in and cut 3" off 4 ribs on one side and 2" off 3 ribs on the other side.  they then used "bone cement" to connect the ribs back to the sternum and they but in a metal rod to hold his ribs in place till they heal in about 6 months and then they will go in and take the rod back out in 6 months.  He has a long road for recovery ahead of him but he is a strong kiddo and will do great!!  He is going to come stay with us for about a week when he is able to ride in a car for 2 hours without to much pain. Cody will soon have a "zipper scar" to show off LOL and when his Great Grandpa on his Moms side gets out of the hospital after having heart surgery they are going to stand together and compare/show off their "zipper scars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-5381723182896747078?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5381723182896747078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=5381723182896747078' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5381723182896747078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5381723182896747078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2011/02/zipper-scar.html' title='Zipper scar'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-7895282560970824825</id><published>2010-12-02T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:18:24.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Buck!!!</title><content type='html'>Opening day of rifle season here in Missouri was such a great day for me!!!  I went out hunting with my husband in HIS tree stand.  We sat for a couple hours together enjoying the cold windy morning.  I really wasn't expecting much to happen for me because Dougs brother and his son always seem to be the ones who get there deer first thing in the morning and it takes me a few days.  Well not this year!!!  A nine (use to be a 10 pointer) came out and I couldn't get my scope on him at first and I thought I wouldn't get him but then he stopped in just the right spot and I GOT HIM!!!!  He was my first buck EVER!!!  I was soooooo excited!!!!  I also got a doe that morning about 5 minutes after I shot him.  Here are a couple pics my husband took for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TPfGidvhQcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VhmnPN06uFI/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TPfGidvhQcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VhmnPN06uFI/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546119761531847106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TPfFmdcSd_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/2nCaLq9iQnc/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TPfFmdcSd_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/2nCaLq9iQnc/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546118730659035122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-7895282560970824825?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7895282560970824825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=7895282560970824825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7895282560970824825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7895282560970824825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-first-buck.html' title='My First Buck!!!'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TPfGidvhQcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VhmnPN06uFI/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-1098650474985874162</id><published>2010-11-23T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T06:00:19.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Music!!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to pop in and let you know if you LOVE LOVE LOVE Christmas music you can go to ksanta.com and listen to Christmas all day everyday I guess till Christmas!!!  WOOHOO!!!!!  I am one happy camper LOL.  BTW  I tried posting a video my mom took of Travis wrestling but it wouldn't work so I will have her post it for me so check out her blog in the next few days to see Travis woop some tooshy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-1098650474985874162?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1098650474985874162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=1098650474985874162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1098650474985874162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1098650474985874162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-music.html' title='Christmas Music!!'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-9205709529604533302</id><published>2010-10-29T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T07:38:35.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Please!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TMracVJyksI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UXVCO0gxnL4/s1600/Daddy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TMracVJyksI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UXVCO0gxnL4/s320/Daddy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533475272427475650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know most of you are friends with my mom so you already know but I am going to ask anyways.  If you all could keep my Mom and Dad in your prayers I would appreciate it.  Mom is having trouble with her ear, you will have to look at her post to get the idea on her ear problem, and she is needing a little extra love and prayer right now.   My Dad is in surgery as we speak for his shoulder, he will be fine I just know it but still a surgery is a surgery and I hate that he has to go through it.  He is needing a little extra to today.  Oh and I guess you could say one more for my Mom because she has to be at home caring for my Dad who is not known for staying in bed and doing as the Dr. tells him.  She is going to have her hands full!!!  LOL  We are going out for youth season deer hunting this weekend with the oldest boys so keep your fingers, toes and whatever else you can crossed.  I will post pics soon, that is if they are blessed enough to have deer walk out and give them a shot.  Deer don't like to play by the rules, they are suppose to stand in the middle of the field broad side and not move but we have yet to convince them to do this LOL.  Have a GREAT Halloween everyone!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-9205709529604533302?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/9205709529604533302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=9205709529604533302' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/9205709529604533302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/9205709529604533302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-know-most-of-you-are-friends-with-my.html' title='Prayers Please!!'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TMracVJyksI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UXVCO0gxnL4/s72-c/Daddy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-6357285778859239280</id><published>2010-10-25T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T07:17:40.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey there everyone!!!  I have been one busy lady and have not had anytime to blog but I am here today!! Well here is a little update on me and my family.  My husband has been doing good,  he was in an accident involving the BIG Fire truck and the brush truck a few weeks ago (thankfully he and his boss were both able to walk away fairly unscathed) and he is now just thankful to be alive and is enjoying life to it's fullest.  He is spending as much time with the boys as possible and loving every minute of it!!  Travis is doing amazingly good!!  He is making all A's and B's and 1 C+ but that is going up to a B as we speak.  He played an amazing football season to his team went undefeated the whole season on A team and B team until this last game, they played the other Middle school here in town who were also undefeated and lost the A game by 1 touchdown but B team went undefeated all season.  It is amazing how much he has matured in the last year, I am sooooo proud of him!!  Cody is also doing great!! He is making A's and B's and 1 C also lol  and has had a great football season too.  His team went undefeated all season also and they just won their Bowl game this weekend!!  Both my older boys have some major talent when it comes to football.  Now for Dakota......oh my Dakota lol.....  he is in the third grade now (how did that happen?)  He is really doing great in school he is making all A's and B's and seems to be absorbing all that is taught very well!!  I am going to have to get my camera and take pictures of all of Dakotas art work and do a blog just on that one day soon.  He is really turning out to be an amazing little artist!!  He got that from Grandpa Haslag I guess because it wasn't me!! LOL I didn't inherit that talent.....thanks Dad you passed on allergies to me but no art talent lol.  He is doing Cub Scouts again this year and we took him back to his old school for  it this year( last year was no fun!!)  He is happy to be back with his old friends even if he only gets to see them once a week.  I will have to post Cub Scout pictures soon also.  Now for the littlest boy, Austin, oh where to start.......Hmmmm....well he is in Kindergarten this yearand he absolutely LOVES IT!!!  He has been coming home with new info everyday.  He came home one day and put tape all over my house and told me those were his corners (i guess they do different stations at school called corners)  He then goes to each corner and does an activity all night long.  His teacher sent home a paper stating the expectations through the year, here is what it said.  Kids are expected to be able to say and recognize and write their upper and lowercase alphabet, Count to, recognize and write to 110, know their home address, phone number and their birth date all by the end of the school year.  Austin can recognize, say and write his alphabet both forwards and backwards,  he can count to 110 and he stops there.  We say can you count higher than that and he says "well yeah but my teacher said we only have to count to 110 so that is as high as I need to go"  LOL.  He also has started reading simple books with very little help from me I only help him on bigger words and even then he can sound out most of those word to.  He can do simple math and he loves patterns.  He knows more now than they require at the beginning of first grade!!  Needless to say I am one proud Momma!!  ALL my boys are doing great and life is good!!  Oh and I am doing good to.....not much ever changes as far as me,  I wake up, I babysit all day and then I enjoy my family in the evenings.  So there is the update of all my men, hope everyone is doing great and is enjoying life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-6357285778859239280?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6357285778859239280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=6357285778859239280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/6357285778859239280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/6357285778859239280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again!!!'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-8443719361316436661</id><published>2010-08-17T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:09:29.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THEY"RE OFF!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGqkk1aSD6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/SfZqaImFeZY/s1600/DSCF0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGqkk1aSD6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/SfZqaImFeZY/s320/DSCF0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506394447133413282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGqilMdQT_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/gh5tdYDvloI/s1600/Dakota+missing+his+teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGqilMdQT_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/gh5tdYDvloI/s320/Dakota+missing+his+teeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506392254296641522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGqhTvP-eII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cmSsFQsx74U/s1600/Travis+%40+the+fort.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGqikx7F7pI/AAAAAAAAAPY/O9b8pFzA_Jc/s1600/DSCF0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGqikx7F7pI/AAAAAAAAAPY/O9b8pFzA_Jc/s320/DSCF0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506392247174033042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well three of my four boys are at school today... my step son Cody starts tomorrow.  Travis is going into the 8th grade and his last year as a middle school kid.  Next year he will officially be in high school!!! He also like to remind me that next year he will be able to get his permit to drive.......AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!  Cody is going into the 7th grade and as far as I can tell he is ready for it.  He is a social kid so he like being able to go see his friends.  Dakota is going into the third grade and he is pretty excited even though he doesn't like to say it lol.  He is ready to see his friends again to and make new ones.  He is very worried about learning multiplication this year so he is stressing....he was thinking they were going to throw him into it on the first day and expect him to know it lol.  He will do great though.  Now for my baby Austin......."sniff"...."tear".....he is officially in Kindergarten!!!! He was soo excited to get ready today once he woke up.  He ate his cereal and i went downstairs to start some laundry.. I came upstairs and he had hi sock, shoes and backpack on and was waiting at the top of the steps ready to go!!!!! I am so proud of all my boys and I can't wait for them to get home to tell me about their days.....I will keep you posted!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-8443719361316436661?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8443719361316436661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=8443719361316436661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8443719361316436661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8443719361316436661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-theyre-off.html' title='AND THEY&quot;RE OFF!!!!'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGqkk1aSD6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/SfZqaImFeZY/s72-c/DSCF0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-30456140067330823</id><published>2010-08-15T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:52:26.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Travis!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGjBNDzI_3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5NFHjjQOWSg/s1600/trav+fish+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGjBNDzI_3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5NFHjjQOWSg/s320/trav+fish+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505862974562697074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Travis is my oldest son and he turned 14 today!!!! Can it be possible??????  He is one of the BEST boys you could as for as a son.  He is kind and considerate and yes onry as all get out lol.  I am so proud of him and who he is growing up to be.  I know he will grow up to do AMAZING things in life.  He makes me and his Dad sooooooo proud!!!! I am sure he makes his Grandma (punkin) and Grandpa a little proud to LOL. they are definatly a HUGE part of their lives. Travis grew up living with me and them at their home for four years until me and my husband married in 2001.  He still recalls all that he loved about living there.  He still goes out there every chance he gets and wants to spend as much time as possible with them.  They help him through the good times and the bad and have some of the best advice anyone could ever give him.  We are so lucky to have you all in our lives like we do and I know Travis will take any advice you all give him in any situation in life and save it in his heart to help him through any problems he might have weather they be present or future problems.  He will always have you all to turn to and for that I thank you.  Did I mention I AM ONE PROUD MOMMA!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-30456140067330823?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/30456140067330823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=30456140067330823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/30456140067330823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/30456140067330823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-travis.html' title='Happy Birthday Travis!!!'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGjBNDzI_3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5NFHjjQOWSg/s72-c/trav+fish+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-1263413675832358405</id><published>2010-08-13T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T13:49:10.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGWvs_KGuGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZKwSNBP6TM0/s1600/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGWvs_KGuGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZKwSNBP6TM0/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504999306933221474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this one is short but sweet.....We went to open house at our youngest boys Dakota and Austin's school.  Dakota is going into the Third grade and is kind of excited kind of not to be going back to school.  Austin is going into Kindergarten,  he went to summer school for a few weeks and LOVED it!!!!  We went in last night to drop off his school supplies and meet his teacher Ms. Miller.  Austin went into the classroom like a pro.  He was a little shy towards his teacher but overcame that pretty fast.  He found his spot at the table and unloaded his supplies where he was suppose to and hung his backpack on a hook on the wall.  He went  over and sat in one of the bean bag chairs and looked around and said "why does everyone keep leaving?"  We were busy filling out papers so we didn't answer him at that time so he just sat there watching everyone.  We finished filling out papers and meeting his teacher and said "ok buddy get your bag we got to go " he stopped in his tracks and said "WHAT!!!! I thought we were staying!!!"  He then looked like a deflated balloon lol.  We said "we aren't staying tonight hun we are just here to meet you teacher and drop off your supplies."  He hung his head and started to get upset and his teacher looked at him and said "AWWWW buddy we will see you next week though.....and then looked at me with her sad eyes like she felt so bad for him.  He soooo has her already wrapped around his finger lol.  Austin has BIG brown eyes and has a REALLY good pouty face! She is putty in his hands and school hasn't even begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-1263413675832358405?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1263413675832358405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=1263413675832358405' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1263413675832358405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1263413675832358405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TGWvs_KGuGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZKwSNBP6TM0/s72-c/DSCF0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-8736713432199425253</id><published>2010-07-04T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T08:03:06.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TDCilF7kjdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/U3xryo3nuOM/s1600/5692_118036236352_508016352_2599959_1282_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TDCilF7kjdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/U3xryo3nuOM/s320/5692_118036236352_508016352_2599959_1282_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490066703895530962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Independence Day Everyone!!!!!! I hope you all have a wonderful day.  I am going to shoot off fireworks with the kids and have some BBQ with friends and hopefully everyone else stays safe out there and don't start any fires and Doug won't have to leave for a ton of fire calls.  There were two yesterday within a few hours of each other so I am not sure how this is going to go lol.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow we are going to spend the afternoon and probably some of the evening out at my Mom and Dads house&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and we re really looking forward to that. We have not spent a lot of time with the family lately it has been so crazy with everyone playing sports and all that so we are going to enjoy the day tomorrow also.  I hope everyone stays safe out there&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/5075971134650061695-8736713432199425253?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8736713432199425253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=8736713432199425253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8736713432199425253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8736713432199425253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day!!'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TDCilF7kjdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/U3xryo3nuOM/s72-c/5692_118036236352_508016352_2599959_1282_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-497519368327962789</id><published>2010-06-21T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T05:51:13.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all Dads</title><content type='html'>I was out of town yesterday so I wasn't able to do a post yesterday so here is my short and sweet one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TB9Zz9CbvaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3gYsXgvHwUM/s1600/Daddy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TB9Zz9CbvaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3gYsXgvHwUM/s320/Daddy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485201620253523362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TB9Z0bFoKSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dWrqKuQz4P0/s1600/Kids+Day+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TB9Z0bFoKSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dWrqKuQz4P0/s320/Kids+Day+10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485201628319983906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Left) This is my Dad and Mom, Jim and Deanna.  The best parents in the world.  My Daddy has been there for me through some of the greatest times in my life and some of the hardest times.  I was very blessed to get the Parents that I did and I find myself as I get older trying hard to copy their parenting ways as much as I can.  I don't think I do them as much justice as I would like sometimes but.....I will succeed in it eventually.  The picture on the right is my Husband Doug with three of our four boys. Austin our 5 year old didn't want to fish this day and this is the most current picture of them I have. He is such a great Dad to all four boys and a pretty darn good husband to lol.  We spent the day playing ball in the back yard at my In-Laws and just enjoyed the day without having anything pressing that had to be done until later in the day.  We then went to Austins (our 5 year old) T-Ball game and although they play for fun the kids are encouraged to try to catch the ball and if they get the ball they are suppose to go through the actions of trying to get the batter out.  Well Austin made his Daddy very proud yesterday.  He stopped the ball and then picked it up, ran to second base and stepped on it and got the other player out!!!! The other player still gets to run the rest of the bases, this is just T-Ball but hey he knew what he was doing and made the crowd CHEER!!! The kids each have one parent on the field with them to help out and Doug goes out with Austin.  I saw the smile on his face from the bleachers.  I only wish I had my camera ;(  I hope everyone had a great Fathers Day and were able to remember all the good times they had with their Dads.  Happy Fathers Day to my Grandpas who are with God now also I know you are watching over us everyday.  I see little things here and there and think did Grandpa Hood or Grandpa Haslag put that there for me.  Only because they remind me of something they would do.  I like to think when I see things that remind me of them that maybe they had a little to do with putting that particular thing in my path so I would remember them at that moment.  HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-497519368327962789?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/497519368327962789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=497519368327962789' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/497519368327962789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/497519368327962789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-all-dads.html' title='To all Dads'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TB9Zz9CbvaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3gYsXgvHwUM/s72-c/Daddy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-2937848076837980342</id><published>2010-06-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:15:59.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TBhd1Y6SdmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2Gdn7MKxntw/s1600/daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TBhd1Y6SdmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2Gdn7MKxntw/s320/daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483235718124959330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Daddy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the most wonderful Daddy in the world!!!! He was a lot like the song by Holly Dunn "Daddy's Hands".  He was a firm man who knew when he needed to be firm with us but at the same time he knew when to be gentle and loving.  I had a flash back to when I was a little girl tonight as I was tucking the boys in to bed. I was putting my youngest two boys to bed and I kissed Austin good night and tucked him in and told him to have sweet dreams (this is something we do all the time he likes it)and then proceeded to go in to tuck Dakota in to bed.   Well Dakota had a rough night fighting with his brothers and then trying to get them in trouble he lied and told me that he was being hit by one of his older brothers (travis lol) and then after talking to both boys found out he in fact hadn't been hit at all.  Well I let him know it was not ok to lie at anytime and made him sit on his bed and then it was bedtime shortly after that.  Well I walk in to tuck him in and find him crying! I said "oh hun what are you crying for?"  He wrapped his arms around my neck and said "I am soooooo sorry I lied to you Mom!! I really am!!!" I looked at his face and he was so sad and upset and I sat with him and let him know what he did was wrong and I was disappointed that he chose to do that but that didn't change the fact that I Loved him and always will no matter what he does.Well this is where my memory of my Daddy comes into play.  As I was sitting with him trying to think of something to say to get him to calm down and think of something else my mind went to when i was a little girl and I had trouble sleeping.  As a little girl when I was just having trouble sleeping or if I was sad for one reason or another my Daddy could always come in and help me fall alseep.  He would sit with me on my bed and stroke my hair and in his soft kind loving voice tell me to close my eyes and dream of Rainbows and clouds.  I would fall alseep dreaming of beautiful clouds and rainbows.  So tonight I was able to calm my son down and had him sleeping hopefully dreaming of beautiful rainbows and turtle shaped clouds (he loves turtles lol).  I still to this day have trouble sleeping sometimes and I try to relax and hear my Daddy's voice telling me to relax, close my eyes and dream of rainbows and white fluffy clouds.  I love you Daddy (you to Mom lol) thank you for taking a firm hand with me when needed and also thank you for knowing when I needed your kind and loving way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-2937848076837980342?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2937848076837980342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=2937848076837980342' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/2937848076837980342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/2937848076837980342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/06/daddy.html' title='Daddy'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TBhd1Y6SdmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2Gdn7MKxntw/s72-c/daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-1228878319989655920</id><published>2010-05-28T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:48:10.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TAAMA9sxd9I/AAAAAAAAANw/RkTKIJoaI5s/s1600/DSCF0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TAAMA9sxd9I/AAAAAAAAANw/RkTKIJoaI5s/s320/DSCF0863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476390357584410578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TAAMA9sxd9I/AAAAAAAAANw/RkTKIJoaI5s/s1600/DSCF0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TAAMA9sxd9I/AAAAAAAAANw/RkTKIJoaI5s/s320/DSCF0863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476390357584410578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday my son Austin played his fist T-Ball game!!!! It is all just for fun so there is no score keeping.  Both teams did a great job and all kids had a blast and were very funny to watch.  There were some that knew their bases and ran where they were suppose to and then there were others that hit the ball and then ran to third base and others that started in one direction and then turned and ran in the other direction lol.  Austin looked sooo cute out there on the field!!! Each kid had one parent on the field with them so of course Doug went out with him Austin was so intense he wanted to play so bad he was ready to get the ball so when it came over to him he ran over and got that ball!! When he got it he turned around to his Dad and said "what do I do with it now?" LOL  Here are a few pictures of him at his game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TAAL_SFNsKI/AAAAAAAAANY/FMzmoMaiIpU/s1600/DSCF0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TAAL_SFNsKI/AAAAAAAAANY/FMzmoMaiIpU/s320/DSCF0837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476390328695894178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TAAL-6PHfrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lBOITRPw3Vo/s1600/DSCF0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TAAL-6PHfrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/lBOITRPw3Vo/s320/DSCF0835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476390322294980274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TAAL_0byeLI/AAAAAAAAANg/SnCgthB5Vsg/s1600/DSCF0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TAAL_0byeLI/AAAAAAAAANg/SnCgthB5Vsg/s320/DSCF0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476390337917384882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TAAMAQYiaDI/AAAAAAAAANo/Q5fDNRnsDKg/s1600/DSCF0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TAAMAQYiaDI/AAAAAAAAANo/Q5fDNRnsDKg/s320/DSCF0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476390345419941938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-1228878319989655920?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1228878319989655920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=1228878319989655920' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1228878319989655920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1228878319989655920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-sunday-my-son-austin-played-his.html' title=''/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/TAAMA9sxd9I/AAAAAAAAANw/RkTKIJoaI5s/s72-c/DSCF0863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-174876924028654819</id><published>2010-05-13T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:19:21.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the Bravest Little Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S-zFNd3n7FI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7IRdkjykPx0/s1600/Austin+%40+dentist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S-zFNd3n7FI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7IRdkjykPx0/s320/Austin+%40+dentist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470964482495212626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin came to me the other day and said "mommy my toof horts" (tooth hurts lol).  I looked in his mouth and discovered he had a cavity in one of his molars.  He was in a lot of pain so we eased it for the night with Tylenol and Ibuprofen and Orajel.  I got him an appointment this morning for a visit to the dentist.  Grandma Haslag (aka..Punkin) was kind enough to take Austin this morning due to me and Doug not being able to and the fact that I have a HUGE fear of dentists.  He went in to have the Dentist look at his tooth and fill the cavity.  Well.......an hour and a half later Mom called me to tell me how things went.  She informed me that Austin deserve an award for the Bravest Little Man Around!!! (or something like that lol).  She then told me all they did to my little man.  The Dentist told my Mom that Austin needed 1 filling and 1 tooth pulled and a spacer put in to keep the teeth from messing up as they grew.  He informed my Mom that normally he would put a kid Austins age in the hospital and put him under to do the procedure.  He asked my mom if she wanted to wait and do that or just go for it since Austin was being so big.  Of course being the smart Grandma she is she said "heck go for it he is being a big brave boy."They gave him laughing gas (which btw made him a little loopy acting later in the day lol.....he has been CRAZY!!)  he looked like an elephant.  Grandma said he layed in that chair like a big boy with his legs crossed and let them work on him and then got done and went to the store for soft food and a special Spider man toy as a reward from Grandma.  Thank you Mom for being such a great Grandma Austin is really excited because the dentist told him that since he was soooo brave the tooth fairy would be extra generous lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S-zND2OBwXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/D-mxTBPuLSE/s1600/austin+%40+dentist+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S-zOImO9L7I/AAAAAAAAANA/3_bxdMtYdb0/s1600/austin+%40+dentist+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S-zOImO9L7I/AAAAAAAAANA/3_bxdMtYdb0/s320/austin+%40+dentist+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470974294445862834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S-zOIyY9-mI/AAAAAAAAANI/u3ljk1OXtOM/s1600/Austin+%40+dentist+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S-zOIyY9-mI/AAAAAAAAANI/u3ljk1OXtOM/s320/Austin+%40+dentist+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470974297709083234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-174876924028654819?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/174876924028654819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=174876924028654819' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/174876924028654819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/174876924028654819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-of-bravest-little-men.html' title='One of the Bravest Little Men'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S-zFNd3n7FI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7IRdkjykPx0/s72-c/Austin+%40+dentist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-2558564488837147211</id><published>2010-05-10T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:33:09.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S-ghonL7MlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/E2Y_eGuhZww/s1600/my+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S-ghonL7MlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/E2Y_eGuhZww/s320/my+family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469658729038950994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a post after reading my moms post.&lt;br /&gt;This is my wonderful Loving family. My sister Tessa, brother Greg, mom Deanna, dad Jim and me.  We have always had a very loving family and very strong family.  We went to church every Sunday (well most every sunday lol) I liked going to church even if at the time I didn't realize it.  I grew up knowing God and loved knowing I had him in my life no matter what.  If you read my moms post you will know that I had my first son at age 16 well I had just turned 16 1 month earlier.  It was hard but there was no way I was going to give that wonderful gift from God away when I had enough love and a wonderful family to support me so i could raise him right.  Travis was with me in church for the first time after spending the first week of his life in the hospital.  Father noticed I had him and decided he needed to call me that afternoon and talk to me about that little boy I had with me in church that morning.  I tried really hard to be nice and when he told me I had a lot of growing up to do I politely said "yes I know Father my parents are here for me to help me grow as a teen and as a mom."  I guess he didn't understand what I said because he repeated this about three times. I then got frustrated and" said I really appreciate his concern but I need to get off the phone."  He then said well I just wanted to say one more thing.  I said ok whats that?  He then said the one thing that has stuck with me since that day and I have yet to be able to forgive him for.  He said" I just wanted to tell you that the world would be a terrible place if every girl your age did what you did."  I got very upset and hung up the phone and started crying and luckily I had my big sister there with me to help me through it until my parents got home.  We informed them of what happened and they were very upset also.  What happened later that day I do not remember and I wish I do.  aparently someone from our church came to our door and gave me a rose and said.......&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                             “We want to thank you for choosing life”&lt;br /&gt;A beating heart deserves a chance to grow and be loved.  Many  beating hearts are killed before they have that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father doesn't realize how bad he hurt me with what he said.  He hurt me enough that day that I do not remember this act of kindness that might have saved my faith in the church.  I read my moms post yesterday and started crying.  I have not given my boys the gift of getting to know God because of my fear of rejection in the church and I have not been consistently in church for 10 years.  I have a lot of thinking to do and I think I have to work on forgiving the one man I thought I could never forgive.  I hope I can find the strength I need to forgive him.  I hope all of you have a wonderful week I know I am going to and I am going to try to conquer this fear I have so I can give my boys the gift of God like mine did for me.  Thank You Mom and Dad.  I Love you all very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-2558564488837147211?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2558564488837147211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=2558564488837147211' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/2558564488837147211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/2558564488837147211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-post-after-reading-my-moms-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S-ghonL7MlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/E2Y_eGuhZww/s72-c/my+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-8134054103796548416</id><published>2010-04-30T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T08:01:55.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hard Day Ahead</title><content type='html'>As you know I run a daycare in my home and have been doing this for 9 years.  I get to care for some wonderful kids on a daily basis.  Right now I have one of the BEST group of kids in my daycare.  I have my son Austin age almost 5 lol, my nephew James age 5, Laci age 2, Bella age almost 2 and then there is Mathew age 3.  Mathew is the one who is making this day a very hard day today.  Mathews Dad is in the Army, he gets transfered every 2 - 3 years. I have had Mathew in my daycare for 2.5 years and they are leaving today Dad got transfered to Colorado.  This is wonderful for their family since Mathews Moms family lives there so they will have family with them all the time now. Mathew is a sweet little boy who can throw some of the biggest fits in the world but then make up for it after with hugs and kisses.  He has a kind heart and loves to be around little ones that he can bring toys to and play with.  He will be leaving today at about 4  and by 4:01 I am going ot be in tears. I can usually hold it together until they leave but I am not sure I will be able to with this one.  He reminds me of my oldest boy Travis.  He has be with someone who will keep their thumb on him or he will walk all over you but if you get the bluff on him and make him think you are a tough cookie then he listens and grows into a well desiplined sweet little boy.Mathew also has two older sisters. In the begining I wasn't sure how his oldest sister Emily would take to me she was very guarded. But.......once she realized I wouldn't hurt her little brother she warmed up to me and we developed a wonderful friendship.  Taylor is the middle child and has a wonderful spirit about her.  She is her own woman she loves fashion and is one of the most stylish girls I have ever met.  I am going ot miss all of them soo much so I just pray that I will be able to hold back the tears so the kids don't see me cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-8134054103796548416?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8134054103796548416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=8134054103796548416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8134054103796548416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8134054103796548416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/04/hard-day-ahead.html' title='A Hard Day Ahead'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-8649656782272855071</id><published>2010-04-27T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:52:45.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 years of Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S9euHzmWuyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-vpEERDhy78/s1600/7+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465028121970785058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S9euHzmWuyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-vpEERDhy78/s320/7+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 years ago today I married the love of my life!!!  He is a wonderful man who took my son as his own and has changed my life forever.  As you know we have four wonderful kids. Travis is now 13 (14 in a few months) and is doing great!! Cody is 12 (13 in a few months) is also doing great!! They both are doing great in school and playing sports like crazy. Travis is sporting a red cast on his right hand so baseball is put on hold for a while but he will get back to it. He was playing around with a kid at school and he punched him in the shoulder and fractured it pretty bad.  Dakota is now 8 and is actually playing baseball this year ( he always use to say sports just isn't my thing lol)  now he is going to give it a try. I am so proud of him he is also in cubscouts and recently took 1st in the pinewood derby in his den. Austin is 5 in 20 days and going to summer school to get use to being in a classroom setting.  He is so excited about being a BIG boy lol. He is also playing T-Ball this summer I love watching the kids run in circles and play in the dirt and occasionally hit or catch a ball lol.  So needless to say things are going very well for us.  This was a post about my marriage but I guess it turned into a post about my family lol. One in the same I guess.  I am one of the luckiest women in the world who 9 years ago today I married the love of my life and am looking forward to a the rest of my life with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-8649656782272855071?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8649656782272855071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=8649656782272855071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8649656782272855071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8649656782272855071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2010/04/9-years-of-marriage.html' title='9 years of Marriage'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/S9euHzmWuyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-vpEERDhy78/s72-c/7+(6).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-1372478796845108607</id><published>2009-10-09T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:04:35.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dougs hunting story</title><content type='html'>October 4th me and my husband Doug went to one of his friends land and sat all afternoon waiting for ANYTHING!!!! buck or doe it didn't matter even if we couldn't shoot it we just wanted proof that there were some deer still roaming around. Well we sat there for about 5 hours waiting and waiting and waiting but nothing came out. It was just about to get dark when we saw some movement across the field so we got our binoculars out to get a closer look and to our amazement there about 7o yards away was a HUGE 13 point but. At the time we didn't know how many points he had just that his body was huge and he had a good sized rack on his head. So we waited until he got within 25 yards and Doug made a noise to stop him and then THWACK!!! he shot his bow and nailed him!!!! Doug came back the next marning to find him and he and his buddy Lucas found him about 100 yrds away from where he shot him. Here is my husbands monster buck for the season he is one proud ma&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390645925032953106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Ss9r6G9_BRI/AAAAAAAAALw/NsJPYdtBSYo/s320/DSCF0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;n.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390645882778953682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Ss9r3pj2J9I/AAAAAAAAALY/PPliCdAga4w/s320/DSCF0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390645894883297874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Ss9r4WpvylI/AAAAAAAAALg/VzKBjLvLB74/s320/DSCF0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390645912487618130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Ss9r5YO8ZlI/AAAAAAAAALo/HSm42IDLL7w/s320/DSCF0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390645932375505730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Ss9r6iUle0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/N7d2mq7j_ws/s320/DSCF0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-1372478796845108607?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1372478796845108607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=1372478796845108607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1372478796845108607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1372478796845108607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/10/dougs-hunting-story.html' title='Dougs hunting story'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Ss9r6G9_BRI/AAAAAAAAALw/NsJPYdtBSYo/s72-c/DSCF0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-951743098918735333</id><published>2009-09-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:35:55.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new photos of my husband and I</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning (prior to getting the "crud") my husband and I went in the back yard and took some pictures of me and then us and I wanted to share them. I kinda like them. Doug wanted a new picture of me so he played photographer and made me stand in the back yard and look silly for about 20 minutes lol. These are the results. BTW I am NOT vain lol, just kinda like my pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381779004636432466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sq_rfacCiFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hmYDKhdKI0g/s320/7+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381779024989716786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sq_rgmQpATI/AAAAAAAAAK0/p6Eh7Hl3l2E/s320/7+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381779041870334066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sq_rhlJSyHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mWRri3Dv8z4/s320/7+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381779061007209714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sq_risb4VPI/AAAAAAAAALE/ufqmyZg-S3Q/s320/7+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381779421095985794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sq_r3p3vAoI/AAAAAAAAALM/62bZuwEDQp0/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-951743098918735333?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/951743098918735333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=951743098918735333' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/951743098918735333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/951743098918735333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-photos-of-my-husband-and-i.html' title='new photos of my husband and I'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sq_rfacCiFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hmYDKhdKI0g/s72-c/7+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-5817725193101822421</id><published>2009-09-04T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:00:05.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! VENTING!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok this is me venting about opinionated people.  I spend time on facebook everyday and I like to update my status and doing quizes and taking the occasional poll.  Well I took a poll today about Obama speaking to students without parental consent and I voted no.  It has nothing to do with color or anything about him as a man it has everything to do with the fact that I do not agree with him speaking to our children without our consent and I personally do not agree with his views and his way of doing things.  These are my personal views and that is that so I took this poll and voted no just like many others have and this is the response I got from one of my friends who disagreed with me.   I'm going to have to disagree with you on this one, Julie. Its one thing to disagree with some or many of the man's views, but he's the President of the United States...........previous presidents have addressed the school children of this country without the outcry that we're hearing this time. He's not seeking to convert the schoolchildren of ... &lt;a onclick="'CSS.addClass($("&gt;Read More&lt;/a&gt;this country to some particular political ideology or way of thinking.It seems that many of us have lost all respect for the office of President, and that is simply wrong. I do NOT rememer asking  for thier opinion.  ERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!  He was nice about it but still I was just taking a simple poll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-5817725193101822421?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5817725193101822421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=5817725193101822421' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5817725193101822421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5817725193101822421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/09/errrrrrrr-venting.html' title='ERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! VENTING!!!!!'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-6694061388027608629</id><published>2009-09-01T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:17:03.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football!!!!</title><content type='html'>Travis has started football practice and games start in two weeks.  He is a go get 'em kinda kid.  He likes to pick out the biggest kid on his team right from the start and take them on even though he knows that they will knock him on his butt.   He likes to show the coaches he is not afraid of any of the guys no matter how big they are.  Well he came home last night and was telling me about practice and how he took on the two biggest kids on the team and although he said he thinks the coaches thought he was tough for taking them on he lifted his shirt and showed me the full cleete mark right under where his pads stopped.  Apparently one of the big guys he took on fell and his cleete somehow connected with Travis' chest.  Travis tried to explain how it happened but i still can't visualise it.  Then he woke up this morning and said his wrist hurt I am guessing from two weeks of tackling huge dudes in pads  I am just waiting for the phone call that he is injured at practice or go to a game and he gets injured it won't suprise me at all.  I have to prepare myself for injuries so if they don't happen I will be happy lol.  have a great week everyone and hope that travis comes out of this football season without any MAJOR injuries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-6694061388027608629?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6694061388027608629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=6694061388027608629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/6694061388027608629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/6694061388027608629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/09/football.html' title='Football!!!!'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-6944496831268847507</id><published>2009-08-18T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:08:16.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past and Present</title><content type='html'>I have really been struggling to understand what my son Travis is going through as a kid these days. I feel like a horrible mom sometimes for not understanding and I do try and if I don't understand then I call my poor mother and talk to her about it and ask her advice. I know that growing up all kids have difficult times and have to deal with them but things have changed so much these day.  I found this picture and it got me thinking about when I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is a sunset picture of the church steeple where I went to grade school at St. Peters School and Church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371329511266310114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SorLu2KZ1-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/vsS9FdvsodU/s320/5692_117584891352_508016352_2591034_6672807_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up (thanks to my parents) in a wonderful home and as a child we all had our difficulties like any one but looking back it seems like we hardly had any problems compared to the kids these day. My biggest worry in grade school and Middle school was boys, friends and doing my best in school.  I grew up out in the country (something i wish I could do for my kids) and i didn't have a lot of extra "stuff" my favorite pass time was going outside and playing up in trees with my brother or riding my bike through mud puddles.  There was no reason to be inside because we only had three channels on the TV and we had watched all the movies we owned lol and video games what r video games lol.  Thank you mom and dad I know i might not have liked it as a kid not having kids living next to me and town being 30 minutes away but as an adult I wish i could go back there sometimes. Now in schools today the biggest worries for my son are of course GIRLS!!!!, friends, making the best grades he can, and unfortunatly pressures to drink and smoke and do drugs.  I can only praythat we have given him the tools in know how to say no and make it through these difficult times. Travis has told us of kids who are in his class (this is when he was in 6th grade mind you) who drink and do drugs  and smoke and they were only 12 years old.  It scares me to think that we have lost control of our children this much.  I am lucky my husband is around to be there for Travis as his Dad because he is the one that keeps Travis' head on straight.  I feel like I don't know what i am doing anymore lol.  I tell my husband that I will do the work when they are little if he will take over the hard stuff when they get older lol.  Just joking of course lol well mostly joking.  He has a cool head when it comes to nderstanding and dealing with boy problems because he understands them I am trying but WOW it is difficult.  Travis is now 13 and I am so thankful for my husband being there for Travis and thankful for him being there to help me understand what Travis needs from me because I am in the dark. Well wish us luck through the teen years and I hope this post made sense I was kinda rambling had a lot on my mind and had to get it out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-6944496831268847507?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6944496831268847507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=6944496831268847507' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/6944496831268847507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/6944496831268847507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-and-present.html' title='Past and Present'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SorLu2KZ1-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/vsS9FdvsodU/s72-c/5692_117584891352_508016352_2591034_6672807_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-3471764267765554803</id><published>2009-08-14T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:04:04.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey there</title><content type='html'>Hey there everyone!!!! Sorry I have not been blogging or commenting on blogs it has been crazy around here.  School starts next week on Wed.  so my boys are torn between wanting more summer and seeing their friends.  Dakota get to go to a new school.  He is pretty excited about that and his school is HUGE!!!!  My husband and the fire chief have been at the school the past week checking capasity load regulations and checking all alarms and anything else fire related.  He said he has been all over the school it is amazing how big it is.  In the fourth and fifth grade classrooms there are computers on everyones desk.  Yes every child has their own personal computer.  I think this is very cool and very very expensive lol.  Travis is going into the 7th grade and is so excited he is turning 13 this weekend.  Yes he is going to be A TEEN!!!!! Oh lord almighty help me!!!!  He already blames his mouthy atttitude on being a teen.  he says "mom it is just how teens talk"  I laugh and say well not my teen in my house towards this mom.  He usually stops after that and if not then dad gives him the shut up or your grounded look lol.  Well I will update on how everything goes asap like I said it has been crazy.  BTW I hope all of you are doing well I will be checking your blogs when i get another free second.  As for me i have to go wrangle some two and one year olds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-3471764267765554803?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3471764267765554803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=3471764267765554803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/3471764267765554803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/3471764267765554803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-there.html' title='hey there'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-960276542319503934</id><published>2009-07-20T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:40:19.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fun weekend</title><content type='html'>I had such a great weekend! My husband cooked a steak dinner Friday night and it was amazing with the grilled vege's. Then Saturday night I got taken out to go dancing for my birthday. We had so much fun and I got to dance from the time I walked into the place to when they turned the lights back on LOL yep we closed the place down. I think my favorite part of the weekend was Sunday morning. My husband and I got up and went to clear some shooting lanes by the tree stands. We went for a hike through the woods and picked some amazingly good Wild Blackberries. YUMMY!!!!!! We were able to spen time together just the two of us and then picked up the kiddos and had a wonderful afternoon and evening spend some wonderful time together. Here are some pictures of me and my huby in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTHAjmbtnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tw1J5Ql1eE0/s1600-h/DSCF0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360628268848100978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTHAjmbtnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tw1J5Ql1eE0/s320/DSCF0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTHBB8JaqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/p9_zQEuRvVI/s1600-h/DSCF0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360628276992240290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTHBB8JaqI/AAAAAAAAAKM/p9_zQEuRvVI/s320/DSCF0495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTGabPbJyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sSQPudJYfdE/s1600-h/DSCF0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360627613769082658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTGabPbJyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sSQPudJYfdE/s320/DSCF0481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTGa09uVGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/aQYXUk0U9ac/s1600-h/DSCF0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360627620674163810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTGa09uVGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/aQYXUk0U9ac/s320/DSCF0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTGa09uVGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/aQYXUk0U9ac/s1600-h/DSCF0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTGbPfq1sI/AAAAAAAAAJs/s7AdCZZ9sQw/s1600-h/DSCF0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360627627795863234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTGbPfq1sI/AAAAAAAAAJs/s7AdCZZ9sQw/s320/DSCF0485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTGbmDFtgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5lv1EkFXIZc/s1600-h/DSCF0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360627633850004994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTGbmDFtgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5lv1EkFXIZc/s320/DSCF0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTGb3Tp3gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/O7aHVBu-FU8/s1600-h/DSCF0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360627638482886146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTGb3Tp3gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/O7aHVBu-FU8/s320/DSCF0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTHBl_-GoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/o5rhWWLy0Ww/s1600-h/DSCF04891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360628286671952514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTHBl_-GoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/o5rhWWLy0Ww/s320/DSCF04891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTGa09uVGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/aQYXUk0U9ac/s1600-h/DSCF0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-960276542319503934?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/960276542319503934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=960276542319503934' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/960276542319503934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/960276542319503934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-fun-weekend.html' title='My fun weekend'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SmTHAjmbtnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tw1J5Ql1eE0/s72-c/DSCF0491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-1483050472305319338</id><published>2009-07-15T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:01:30.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire DepartmentFloat trip 2009</title><content type='html'>My husband and I went on a float trip this past weekend and had so much fun! I don't have the water pics yet because we still have some pictures left on it to take on our family float trip in a couple weeks but we got some good ones of friday night. Now I am not much of a drinker but one of the guys brought a paint can ( a mixture of a lot of different hard alcohol ) I did drink that and it deffinatly hit me hard but it was worth it and no reprocusions the next morning. Here are some of the pics taken Friday night while everyone was sitting around haveing a great time talking and hanging out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is part of the group having a great time.   Now the paint can amkes an appearance LOL.  These are just a few of the photos we got.  We had a really good time and can't wait to do it again but I am REALLY looking forward totaking my kids with my parents and brother and sister and their families.  It is going to be fun andi can't wait ot show you all  the photos of that trip you can guarantee there will be a lot more than this lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sl33Mf6gR2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/rUV3bZdR3m4/s1600-h/DSCF0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358710925738133346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sl33Mf6gR2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/rUV3bZdR3m4/s320/DSCF0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sl33M_m6WeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nVm6jz9BCLk/s1600-h/DSCF0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358710934245890530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sl33M_m6WeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nVm6jz9BCLk/s320/DSCF0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sl33M_m6WeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nVm6jz9BCLk/s1600-h/DSCF0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sl33M_m6WeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nVm6jz9BCLk/s1600-h/DSCF0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sl33M_m6WeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nVm6jz9BCLk/s1600-h/DSCF0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sl33Nn2KjRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/u1508dgHgxc/s1600-h/DSCF0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358710945047285010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sl33Nn2KjRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/u1508dgHgxc/s320/DSCF0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sl33N6R7vVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FD5o61Z2KiA/s1600-h/DSCF0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358710949995593042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sl33N6R7vVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FD5o61Z2KiA/s320/DSCF0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-1483050472305319338?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1483050472305319338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=1483050472305319338' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1483050472305319338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1483050472305319338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/07/fire-departmentfloat-trip-2009.html' title='Fire DepartmentFloat trip 2009'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sl33Mf6gR2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/rUV3bZdR3m4/s72-c/DSCF0368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-6086822438693146679</id><published>2009-07-06T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:12:06.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 4th of July celebration</title><content type='html'>We always buy a TON of fireworks each year and have a bunch of people come over and the kids get all geared up and shoot fireworks ALL day and most of the night lol. My husband is very protective of the kids so you will see them with goggles or safety glasses on and gloves that is how he keeps them from burning themselves and so far it has worked very well. We had a big group of people over on the fourth so i won't bother with everyones names cus some of them i don't even know lol. Hope you enjoy all the pics. &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;This is most of the group that came over the kids are in the next picture.  LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355441912655787122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJaC5MWNHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ehqvQ9TX43s/s320/5692_118035856352_508016352_2599891_3153508_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are some of the kiddos that were there shooting off the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355439687911999298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJYBZYGB0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/xgQqBy76ohg/s320/5692_118035826352_508016352_2599885_1259664_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austin and his parachute guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355437220905691186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJVxzD9KDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/f7kfjx7CivQ/s320/5692_118035761352_508016352_2599873_6271476_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355436034221070770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJUsuUS2bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZrlmtZoNiBM/s320/5692_118035756352_508016352_2599872_632306_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355437226796189202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJVyJAXBhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XFVceXFyw3w/s320/5692_118035771352_508016352_2599875_5267693_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355436038169374162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJUs9BpLdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZqieueaD5lM/s320/DSCF0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Austin shooting the BIG gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355436039236404338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJUtBACxHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dMRaM5cZevE/s320/DSCF0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dakota lighting fireworks like a big kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355439698608975522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJYCBOc7qI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6LjTdjcVXbk/s320/5692_118036006352_508016352_2599919_4700685_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355436043944476898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJUtSiiQOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1ZYdflJUN_o/s320/DSCF0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Austin lighting a smoke bomb with daddy and the next are what happened after he lit it. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355439690418976994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJYBitzeOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AcHMbFOclRI/s320/5692_118035851352_508016352_2599890_6067285_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355437235878820850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJVyq10-_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/mhAIN5xpl_c/s320/5692_118035871352_508016352_2599893_2543452_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355437241299631842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJVy_CP_uI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1Vsgz5JkH04/s320/5692_118035876352_508016352_2599894_2483301_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austin throwing his poppers up in the air and the laughed his butt off when they hit and popped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355439697608730306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJYB9f-ZsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PlvLj1Ra3MA/s320/5692_118035961352_508016352_2599911_807749_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The storm was a brewin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355436052438599938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJUtyLsSQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CfHay4gRkVU/s320/5692_118036146352_508016352_2599943_7897548_n.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The basketball game that took place right before the BIG fireworks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355439706356620434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJYCeFonJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/9q1jK0g0aQs/s320/5692_118036171352_508016352_2599947_6678529_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-6086822438693146679?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6086822438693146679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=6086822438693146679' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/6086822438693146679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/6086822438693146679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-4th-of-july-celebration.html' title='Our 4th of July celebration'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SlJaC5MWNHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ehqvQ9TX43s/s72-c/5692_118035856352_508016352_2599891_3153508_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-7261454610593588654</id><published>2009-07-05T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:12:30.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post to come</title><content type='html'>I will be doing my fourth of July photos tomorrow sometime. I ran out of time today but they are comeing I PROMISE!!!!!!! Can't wait to look at some of your alls also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-7261454610593588654?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7261454610593588654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=7261454610593588654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7261454610593588654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7261454610593588654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-to-come.html' title='post to come'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-2665997193369864710</id><published>2009-06-30T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:25:29.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fire Department BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband works for a firedepartment here as you all probably know from one of my previous posts. We had their annual Fire Department BBQ this past weekend and we had such a good time. Unfortunatly Austin was sick and the other two older boys were unable to come along but Dakota came and swam like a fish all day. We had so much fun, we wish the other three could have been there like they are every year but next year we will have them all we hope. Here are some pics from this past weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me having a beer and swimming in the pool it was so nice but really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353938557132199186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sk0CwFch1RI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rXPN669HK4k/s320/DSCF0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Dakota my little fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353938565866991554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sk0Cwl_EL8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/8TN3SqFXEPk/s320/DSCF0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me attempting to play Horseshoes. I didn't do so well LOL I think me and my poor partner took last place.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353941803398363282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sk0FtCuseJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ue3r-xPYJVM/s320/DSCF0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my husband Doug doing very well at Horseshoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353941819344139682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sk0Ft-IdtaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tcb5jhBPRkQ/s320/DSCF0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Jack the best Fire Chief in Missouri (in my opinion)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353941801417041634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sk0Fs7WT5uI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YOkMaPDB15Y/s320/DSCF0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our family's Best friend Luke ( his name on the fire department is TaTonka which means buffalo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353938580574902082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sk0CxcxtF0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/x_GJfkky2lg/s320/DSCF0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our other family friend Sean (aka the gun show)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353938574156773410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sk0CxE3gOCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jSOg3f3HBFA/s320/DSCF0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend Marsha has the cutest little girl named Taylor her father has indian in him so she has those beautiful high cheek bones and when she smiles at you she always squints at you so my husband has given her the name of "squints"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353941795825934610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sk0FsmhSYRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/G865_hKKjyo/s320/DSCF0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my friend Marsha and her daughter Taylor and me and my daycare boy Colton (his daddy is on the fire department and when we have fire department functions he is usually connected to my hip he is such a sweet little boy with a typical two year old ornary streak.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353938571993486050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sk0Cw8zvEuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/L6SZPMhp13I/s320/DSCF0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All in all we had a wonderful day and we are going to be having a wonderful fourth of July celbation at our house this weekend I will post pics after to show you the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-2665997193369864710?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2665997193369864710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=2665997193369864710' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/2665997193369864710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/2665997193369864710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/06/fire-department-bbq.html' title='The Fire Department BBQ'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sk0CwFch1RI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rXPN669HK4k/s72-c/DSCF0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-895466944811813491</id><published>2009-06-18T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:51:58.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey there</title><content type='html'>Hey there everyone. Sorry I have not been on lately I have been very busy with my summer time non stop on the go days.  I will be updating and blogging ASAP.  I can't wait to have time to get back on here.  TTYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-895466944811813491?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/895466944811813491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=895466944811813491' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/895466944811813491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/895466944811813491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-there.html' title='hey there'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-7801954575948144617</id><published>2009-06-07T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:00:28.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Cool Discovery</title><content type='html'>My husband Doug, step-son Cody, friend Matt and Me went to another 3D bowshoot today and it was a Lot of fun. Doug took 3rd, Cody took 5th and I took 2nd (first time I ever placed WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!) We got done shooting the first part of this bow shoot and walking out of the woods Cody stepped over the cutest little turtle. He was about the size of a half dollar and we named him little bit or at least until Austin renames him LOL. As I was looking for a container to keep little bit in till we were done shooting our friend larry said in a whisper "Julie come look at this". I walk up the hill a little and what do i see but this cute little terrified fawn. Its momma must have been scared away thismorning while the people came to set up for the shool. We are a little worried that there will be so much human scent that the momma won't comen back to it. it stood there most of the day just shaking I felt so bad for it but kne i couldn't keep everything so I settled for the turtle (it can't jump a fence LOL). This is our little friends.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344816142555182802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiyZ9q7GdtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Jd_nkCawass/s320/17+(67).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344816127490778034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiyZ8yzd47I/AAAAAAAAAFI/c0s4ulwH4rA/s320/17+(63).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344816134992313010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiyZ9Ov-OrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/oRTdGKx_ChI/s320/17+(64).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344816137067955202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiyZ9We2BAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/94QCc5pHMgc/s320/17+(65).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-7801954575948144617?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7801954575948144617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=7801954575948144617' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7801954575948144617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7801954575948144617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/06/very-cool-discovery.html' title='Very Cool Discovery'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiyZ9q7GdtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Jd_nkCawass/s72-c/17+(67).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-1973534478783878488</id><published>2009-06-02T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:29:05.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My reminders of why I do what I do</title><content type='html'>I have a wonderful life with a great job that makes me available for my children 24/7 and I have my sweet daycare kids that i care for that put a smile on my face many times a day. There are however days when I have little ones who just want to cry and fuss and test me and push my buttons. But then I look at these cute little faces and remember that I love them all so much and am so blessed to have such a great group of daycare kids.  Below is Colton, Mathew, Bella &amp;amp; Laci.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiVuiAuHMkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vreLf4bHfbc/s1600-h/1+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342798063532978754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiVuiAuHMkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vreLf4bHfbc/s320/1+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiVuiXTBmOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FfjvON8-GwM/s1600-h/10+(30).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342798069593381090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiVuiXTBmOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FfjvON8-GwM/s320/10+(30).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiVuh7KuHwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/h2GnjrXocgQ/s1600-h/10+(40).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342798062042357506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiVuh7KuHwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/h2GnjrXocgQ/s320/10+(40).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiVuhofnPII/AAAAAAAAAEo/dy5ZY8ItVsY/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342798057029713026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiVuhofnPII/AAAAAAAAAEo/dy5ZY8ItVsY/s320/01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute kids huh?  I think I am one blessed daycare provider.  They each have their days but they have many more good days than rough ones.  I love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-1973534478783878488?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1973534478783878488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=1973534478783878488' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1973534478783878488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/1973534478783878488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-reminders-of-why-i-do-what-i-do.html' title='My reminders of why I do what I do'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SiVuiAuHMkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vreLf4bHfbc/s72-c/1+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-8308396834934041774</id><published>2009-05-26T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:01:58.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our CRAZY weekend</title><content type='html'>Well this weekend was our annual Murph-A-Palooza and it was a Blast. We call it that because the guy who's house we have this party at his last name is Murphy. Last year was the first of many more Murph-A-Palooza and I thought the reason for the party was just for the fun of it but it wasn't all the guys thier wives got together and passed around a TIP jar and I thought it was for us who had put in so much tiime and money and used our personal equipment for the party to help cover costs but it wasn't. At about midnight that night Murphy (we call him that instead of his real name) came to me and my husband with about $350 buck raised by our friends and even some of thier parents (people who don't even know us) to help cover the cost of our son Austins surgery coming up in July. I cried like a baby for about 20 minutes. I knew I had some pretty cool frinds but WOW!!!! This was amazing to me. I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to this years Murph-A-palooza. At this party we dress up as different rock stars or invent one of our own. Then we play Rock Band until well into the morning (4:30am this year). Well needless to say we partied like crazy this year and had such a great time. Thank You Mom and Dad for watching the boys so we could have our fun (this is the only time each year that we actually party the rest of the year we are pretty conservative belive it or not LOL). Well are you ready to see me and my husband and our crazy night here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(first photo) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvcGGB013I/AAAAAAAAADo/6tJ0BCP-t5s/s1600-h/DSCF0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340103780433450866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvcGGB013I/AAAAAAAAADo/6tJ0BCP-t5s/s320/DSCF0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Slash andBetty Boop making an appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(second photo)&lt;br /&gt;me aka Lady Gaga (attempt at her anyways) and Doug my hubby aka Dr. Mount it (invented rocker, my husband does taxidermy &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvcFpGRgvI/AAAAAAAAADg/fZCSidTXr_I/s1600-h/DSCF0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340103772667478770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvcFpGRgvI/AAAAAAAAADg/fZCSidTXr_I/s320/DSCF0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that is why the name is that). (third photo) the host Murphy aka Sylent Beat. (fourth photo) Justin and Marsha aka Tragidy and his groupie LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvcHGU-BRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jRUh6dKvwAI/s1600-h/DSCF0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340103797693613330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvcHGU-BRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jRUh6dKvwAI/s320/DSCF0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvcGlDAeTI/AAAAAAAAADw/OQ3obOvKBgs/s1600-h/DSCF0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340103788759906610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvcGlDAeTI/AAAAAAAAADw/OQ3obOvKBgs/s320/DSCF0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fifth photo) is my husband again rockin out LOL. (sixth photo) John A and Judy aka Alice Cooper and his groupie made an appearance. (seventh photo ) John W aka Gene Simons. (eighth photo) this is our group that always play rock band together our name is Taxidermical Insanity (my husband and the guys came up with the name LOL) and last is a close up of me don't know why. LOL &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvcGxetRwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NXaWCSb7Z30/s1600-h/DSCF0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340103792097314562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvcGxetRwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NXaWCSb7Z30/s320/DSCF0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvfTMtwN_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/v-uXzb3G4Rk/s1600-h/DSCF0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340107304101492722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvfTMtwN_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/v-uXzb3G4Rk/s320/DSCF0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are normal people I promise. Well I hope you enjoyed seeing us dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvfS9iMepI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HP5Dd9f7cqM/s1600-h/DSCF0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340107300026481298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvfS9iMepI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HP5Dd9f7cqM/s320/DSCF0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvfSX_66eI/AAAAAAAAAEI/icLSeDwvNvQ/s1600-h/DSCF0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340107289950611938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvfSX_66eI/AAAAAAAAAEI/icLSeDwvNvQ/s320/DSCF0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvfTZZanuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/h0GYzzBekYo/s1600-h/DSCF0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340107307505852130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvfTZZanuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/h0GYzzBekYo/s320/DSCF0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-8308396834934041774?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8308396834934041774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=8308396834934041774' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8308396834934041774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8308396834934041774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-crazy-weekend.html' title='Our CRAZY weekend'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShvcGGB013I/AAAAAAAAADo/6tJ0BCP-t5s/s72-c/DSCF0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-6591140001816963037</id><published>2009-05-21T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:19:15.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My two older men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShVHD2ricMI/AAAAAAAAADY/wkV8iKmNoy8/s1600-h/1+(36).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338251064860897474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShVHD2ricMI/AAAAAAAAADY/wkV8iKmNoy8/s320/1+(36).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my two older boys Travis on top and Cody on bottom of photo.  Travis is my 12 year old and Cody is my 11 year old step son.  Growing up I wanted to get married you know with the wight dress and beautifully decorated church and the wonderful reception and the HONEYMOON!!!!!  Then I wanted to have a family with my husband and live happily ever after. Well as you all know things don't always work out the way we want it to.  On New Years eve 1995 going into 1996 was the night that changed my life forever.  Long story short without details LOL I got pregnant that night.  I was 15 years old and didn't know what to do.  I went to my sister for help and she was by my side when I found out that I was indeed pregnant.  I was lost I had no idea what I was going to do.  I mean I was 15 i was still a kid myself and how the heck was I going to tell my parents that thier baby was going to have a baby.  Well I told my parents 13 years ago today that i was pregnant with my sister and her busband Bill by my side.  My poor mom cried and my Daddy laughed and said he thought it would have been Tessa my sister since she was older and engaged to be married.  Then they found out that it was their best friends son that was the father and that was another blow.  Well after the shock wore off my parents hugged me and said well this is what we are going to do and they basically laid out the plan and that is what I needed was my mommy and daddy to help me figure out where i needed to go from there.  Well they helped me through my pregnancy and my delivery (poor mom and dad I think I almost broke my poor moms hand and I bruised the heck out of my dads hand).  Travis entered this world August 15, 1996 my due date wasn't till September 23 so he was really early but my little body couldn,t hold him anymore.  He was 5 pounds and 13 ounces and had a TON of hair.  Amazingly he came home a week later and has been healthy as can be since then.  My mom and Dad helped me through the years raising my son.  We lived out at thier house till Travis was four years old.  I was working at a Daycare in town and there was this cute guy who's son was in my class and all the girls  that worked there liked him but he was married.  Well come to find out his wife  and him were getting a divorce and he was newly single and unknown to me he actually had been going to work and telling his boss about Cody's (my stepson now) teacher and how cute he thought she was.  Well we started talking and I loved his son to death even before we started seeing eachother so we would talk about the boys who were the closest friends already.  Well we really hit it off and had so much in common.  Our boys loved being together and things were perfect so early on we talked about getting married.  Well details of all that are not important but we did get married and our boys fight like brothers and defend eachother like brothers and laugh like brother and play like brothers.  So my husband and i have been together for 8 years now and my parents are still there for me with all my boys but Travis has a special bond with them that non of the other Grandkids could ever have or understand.  Cody is a great step son although trying at time for me we have a pretty good relationship.  So my life has not turned out to be what I expected or what I dreamed it would be..... it is sooooooo much better.  I still have a close relationship with my parents and i am married to a great man and I have two more boys to go with the older two.  So i didn't get the beautiful white dress or the beautifully decorated church and the basic traditional marriage.  What I got was much more than that.  We have never been a normal family we will always be different from my brother and sister and thier families we have to juggle kids between parents or at least Cody between his mom and dad but we always work it out.  I think i am one blessed mommy and step mommy.  Sorry I was thinking about my boys this morning and how different things would be and probably for the worse if Travis hadn't come into my life when he did.  God has a plan for that boy and we have yet to figure out what it is but you can bet it will be a leadership position no matter what it is.  BTW Thanks Mom and Dad for all that you did and still do for me and my family.  Hope you all have a wonderful day and take a second to smell the roses today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-6591140001816963037?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6591140001816963037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=6591140001816963037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/6591140001816963037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/6591140001816963037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-two-older-men.html' title='My two older men'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/ShVHD2ricMI/AAAAAAAAADY/wkV8iKmNoy8/s72-c/1+(36).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-9021398116176146588</id><published>2009-05-20T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:20:59.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Moms Birthday!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok everyone today is my dear mothers birthday so don't forget to send her birthday wishes.  I have a treat for you all.  Since today is her birthday i want to talk about my Mom Deanna.  Well she is going to kill me but I am going to tell a few of her funny stories she wishes to keep quiet but I think you all deserve a treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first story is kinda short.  As a child we would be getting ready for school or church and my Mom would be walking around saying "has anyone seen my coffee?  I can't find my coffee!!!"  and as usual one of us kids or my Dad would say "did you check the closet? " and shortly after that question was asked she would say" I found it!!!"  and then we would all laugh at her LOL.  So to this day if she says I can't find this or that we laugh and say " did you check the closet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a few stories but I don't want to give away all my laughs in one blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is so funny this happened quite a few years ago Mom went down the Blvd. and decided she wanted a blizzard so she pulled in the drive through and" said I would like a blizzard" and the person said "a what?"  and mom said " A BLIZZARD!!!! "  and then this person asked again " A WHAT!!! " and mom getting frustrated said " A BLIZZARD!!!!!!!" and tis person said " mam please pull around to the next window."  So my dear mother pulled around to the next window and the person at the window looked at her and said" I think you are wanting to be over there at DQ you are at Wendy's"  LOL Mom looked next door to see that she had pulled into the wrong place and was demanding a Blizzard from Wendy's LOL I don't remember if she got her blizzard or not LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I have so many more going through my head but i better save them. &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM I LOVE YOU!!!! Sorry i had to LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-9021398116176146588?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/9021398116176146588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=9021398116176146588' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/9021398116176146588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/9021398116176146588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-moms-birthday.html' title='My Moms Birthday!!!!!'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-7627627034297297881</id><published>2009-05-16T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:01:39.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we buried my Gandpa.  The forcast called for rain most of the day so we packed along our umbellas and planed for a sad and nasty rainy day.  It was nothing like that.  We woke up to the sun shining and fresh air blowing through the windows. I got dressed and still was preparing for a nasty day to come but it didn't.  We went to the funeral home and had a good cry and said our goodbye's and walked outside to get into our cars to take Grandpa to the church and the sun was still beautiful even though it wasn't suppose to be.  We went into the church and gave Grandpa to God and did our best to let go and listened to Ave maria sung to Grandpa and it was sung beautifully (not as good as Grandpa but it is hard to top that mans voice).  As we walked out of the church i put on my sunglasses and let the sun hit me.  Grandpa wasn't going to let it rain today until he was buried and he ment it.  LOL.  We went to the burial and the Full Military Honors was such an honor for my Grandpa.  We all cryed and and said our goodbyes one more time and then went on to celebrate his life and the sun still shined all day until about 6 oclock and then it all hit and it hit hard the wind was strong and the lighting was beautiful I believe that was Grandpas way of letting us know he made it and is happy with grandma. He put on quite a show last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-7627627034297297881?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7627627034297297881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=7627627034297297881' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7627627034297297881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7627627034297297881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-day.html' title='A Beautiful Day'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-588847505230248076</id><published>2009-05-13T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:41:28.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Austin's Birthday presents</title><content type='html'>Well we got Austins birthday stuff last night.  We asked him what he wanted for his birthday and he said spongebob stuff so that is what we did.  He got a spongebob comfortor for his bed along with sheets, new spongebob night clothes a new spongebob shirt and then we got him some colors that you can color in the bathtub in and a few other bath toys lol I know like he needs them.  Now we just have to figutre out what both sets of Grandparents can get him and aunts and uncles he is just so spoiled with toys and he has clothes but not to much so he could always use a little more of that lol.  Thanks for your thoughts BTW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-588847505230248076?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/588847505230248076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=588847505230248076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/588847505230248076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/588847505230248076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-on-austins-birthday-presents.html' title='Update on Austin&apos;s Birthday presents'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-2438683501333021190</id><published>2009-05-11T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:38:55.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderful Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sgj9UdpeTNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nc-zFKotyqU/s1600-h/Great+Grandpa+hood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334792286618143954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sgj9UdpeTNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nc-zFKotyqU/s320/Great+Grandpa+hood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well our family and the world has lost one of the greatest men around today. Grandpa passed today May 11, 2009. He had been holding on for quite sometime and my mother had been telling him it was ok we all wanted him to be happy again with Grandma at his side. I went to see him yesterday and sit with my mom on mothers day and my poor Grandpa was so frail. As much as I want him to be here with me and my family i know that I have to be selfless and let him go. He was always such a wonderful Husband, and father and Grandpa. I know I was blessed and I will shed more tears as I am now but I will live on and remember Grandpa as he would want me to remember him. I will post a picture of him here even though you have seen it on my Moms page. He was such a handsom man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-2438683501333021190?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2438683501333021190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=2438683501333021190' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/2438683501333021190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/2438683501333021190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-wonderful-grandpa.html' title='My Wonderful Grandpa'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sgj9UdpeTNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nc-zFKotyqU/s72-c/Great+Grandpa+hood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-8467431100768832282</id><published>2009-05-11T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:52:10.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austins Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SghXjHUcs0I/AAAAAAAAACo/_cjENl-rl-g/s1600-h/Austin+%40grandma+h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334610019392205634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SghXjHUcs0I/AAAAAAAAACo/_cjENl-rl-g/s320/Austin+%40grandma+h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I know I already posted something today but my mom left me a comment that reminded me that i need to come up with something for Austins birthday next weekend. He is turning 4 and has all kinds of stuff and i have no idea what to get him. Any ideas would be welcome here. He is a typical boy as far as his interests i am just drawing a blank so mabey some fresh ideas would help thanks so much in advance. BTW this is the little turd your are thinking of a present for.&lt;/div&gt;Thanks again looking forward to your ideas, Lord knows I have none&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/5075971134650061695-8467431100768832282?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8467431100768832282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=8467431100768832282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8467431100768832282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8467431100768832282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/05/austins-birthday.html' title='Austins Birthday'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SghXjHUcs0I/AAAAAAAAACo/_cjENl-rl-g/s72-c/Austin+%40grandma+h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-5894015954883219315</id><published>2009-05-11T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:23:08.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin</title><content type='html'>So my three well four year old as soon as this weekend (what to get him???? anyways) was sitting in my room on my bed last night and asked me what I was doing so i told him I was waiting on his slowpoke brother Travis to get out of the shower so I could take my shower.  Then he says to me yeah you know mom I need a bath to.  I said ok why do you need a bath and he informed me that his "hair was dorty, his face was dorty, his body was dorty, his legs were dorty and his feets were dorty and he needed to get clean."  I laughed and said ok thats fine you can have a bath (he was geting one anyways btw.)  So then I asked him do you really want to take a bath or do you just want to play with your bath toys.  he thought about this and smiled and said "I actually just want to play wiff da toys"  to witch I laughed and said I thought so.  He then procedded to ask me "mom can I just have the toys and not get in the water?  I laughed and said I thought you wanted to take a bath because you are soooooo "dorty" he smiled and said "no I just want the toys I'll skip the bath."  Well needless to say he got a bath weather he wanted to or not.  He also got to go in afterwards and be a ducky with his ducky towel on his head.  He runs into the living room where Daddy is and quacks and says he is a duck and the he laughes and takes off the towel to "Flash" daddy.  He gets a great kick out of that.  Well I didn't have anything to blog about today so that is what you get lol  I actually Love telling about my handsom young men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-5894015954883219315?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5894015954883219315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=5894015954883219315' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5894015954883219315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5894015954883219315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/05/austin.html' title='Austin'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-8246610710836459944</id><published>2009-05-10T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:55:06.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday i took the boys and some food out to my parents house for an early mothers day with my mom.  She needed a little grand kid time.  We had a wonderful day and got to watch the kids play outside and they also got to make a cake with Grandma so it turned out to be a perfect visit for the most part (my seven year old was a little turd for a while but other than that lol).  I woke up this morning and my twelve year old asked if he could make me pancakes and he did a wonderful job they tasted great (a little doughy but hey he did wonderful for his first time).  My seven year old wanted to help out so he cut and warmed up a breakfast apple cake and set the table.  I ate breakfast with three of my four boys (Cody had to be with his mom of course )and enjoyed breakfast and some nice talks with them.  Then they cleared the table and did the dishes.  I tell you I felt like a Queen.  Then my husband brings me up a hat the says Archery Shack on it (I collect hats and archery shack is where we shoot our bows and they don't make womens hats).  He and Randi our friend that works there had a hat made for me.  I LOVE IT.  Well I hope you all had a WONDERFUL Mothers day and all you me make your wives and mother day special to.  They deserve it.  I know my mom does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-8246610710836459944?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8246610710836459944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=8246610710836459944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8246610710836459944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8246610710836459944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mothers-day.html' title='My Mothers Day'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-7847610795519708447</id><published>2009-05-05T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:36:28.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother</title><content type='html'>My poor mom has been running herself ragged lately trying to be by her dads side when he passes and making sure he is comfortable till that time.  She did the same for her mom until she passed and that was only a few months ago.  I wanted to do my blog on my dedicated mom who is one of the strongest women I think I have or ever will know.  I am so blessed to be able to call her mom.  Growing up she was always there for us kids.  She never made excuses for our behavior she just taught us how to fix the behavior before it got out of control (something I have yet to master as a parent).  We  all tested her but she held her own with us three kids.  She and my Dad were a team when it came to us kids 90% of the time there was no divide and conquer Lol they stood strong together.  As a kids we did our share to frazle my Mom.  LOL during the summer my Dad was home with us in the daytime since he was a teacher and my brother Greg and I LOVED to be outside digging in dirt, riding our bikes, crawling through drain pipes by the creek and climbing trees.  Those were just a few of our favorite pass times.  I don't know how many times mom would come home and we were either covered from head to toe in dirt or on wet days mud  lol.  Our FAVORITE thing to do was about the time Mom would come hom we would go up to the orchard and climb to the very tip top of this HUGE cedar tree and wait for her to come outside and yell for us so we could say "MOM WERE UP HERE"  lol she doesn't like heights.  We loved it on really windy days because we would litterally be at the top of this tree and she would come up and find us swaying back and forth at the tip top of this tree Greg on one side and me hanging on to the other side.  LOL.  Yeah looking back now it wasn't the smartest thing to do but..... as kids it was a BLAST.  I am surprised she made it through as sane as she is.  She was a great mom to have growing up but she showed to me what a true dedicated Mom she was when i told her and Dad I was Pregnant at age 15.  She did her crying and then it was like a light went on and she said well, this is what we are going to do, and we did it.  She helped me through my pregnancy like a pro and she held strong (I about broke her hand litterally)and so did my poor daddy LOL through the delivery of my son travis and from then on her and my Dad were there by mine and Travis' side.  She never tried to take the Mom role with travis it was always clear to him that mom was me but she stepped up and did anything she could to help me make it through as a successful Mother and teenager.  Her and my dad allowed me to go out with friends ( not as ofter-n as I wanted sometimes but I am glad they kept the restaints tight) and they would babysit and I atribute me not screwing up and wanting to party later in my life to them allowing me to experience the teen life while all along being a responsible parent.  I know I have made my mistakes but my Mom has always been by my side.  Helping me to this day.  I still call her daily just to say HI and also for advice sometimes and she always seems to help.  My son Travis wouldn't be the boy he is today either if it wasn't for my Mom and Dad of course. He is a very smart boy who although is rough around the edges sometimes is a very kind hearted 12 year old.  He and my Mom have a special bond that most kids don't get to have with their Grandmas. I wrote this in honor of my mom but i also wanted to say my Dad was right by my moms side helping to and being there for me and travis.  I LOVE YOU MOM and THANK U&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-7847610795519708447?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7847610795519708447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=7847610795519708447' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7847610795519708447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7847610795519708447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mother.html' title='My mother'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-5485668907233497656</id><published>2009-05-03T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:13:23.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa today</title><content type='html'>Well this is just a quick update on Grandpa today.  I went to see grandpa today and my sister and my mom were both there to and Grandpa was in a great mood considering where he is.  He would look at me and when I would say what grandpa he would look right at  me and say "What!!"  like a smart alick(sp?)  We told him he had some cute nurses and he lowered and raised his eyebrows as if to say yeah i know LOL I know that he could have a different day tomorrow but I sure do hope he has many more days like today before he goes to see Grandma.  I know what is going to happen sooner than we want but it is so nice to spend a little time with him and joke with him once again.  He really is a wonderful man and is loved dearly.  Oh yeah and we had the nicest lady come in who worked in the cafeteria and offer us some of the extra food she had on her cart (we said no nicely lol) and she was so sweet and said she went to the chapel earlier and prayed for my Grandpa and that was so kind of her.  A total strager took her time to go to  the chapel and pray for a man she knew nothing about.  Much like all of you also praying for a man you don't personally know.  i just wanted to say Thank you all so much for your kind prayers for a wonderful man who i hope you get to know through mine and my moms posts.  Again THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-5485668907233497656?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5485668907233497656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=5485668907233497656' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5485668907233497656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5485668907233497656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandpa-today.html' title='Grandpa today'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-7521417914507095312</id><published>2009-05-02T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:44:44.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cub Scout Community Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SfzY2AA67jI/AAAAAAAAACg/xBkUNQxJYOo/s1600-h/s1322558708_264548_6247%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331374481128222258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SfzY2AA67jI/AAAAAAAAACg/xBkUNQxJYOo/s320/s1322558708_264548_6247%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of my cub scout Dakota, he is 7 years old and LOVES being a part of cub scouts.  Well what we did today was really special for these boys.  We went to one of the BIG parks here and did some community service.  We brought rakes and trash bags and the boys picked up the big sticks and all kinds of trash while me and the other moms raked up the smaller sticks into BIG piles so the park workers could mow without hitting all the sticks.  It was a HUGE job but the boys were so very proud that they had done something that was going to help the workers and make the park look nicer.  While we were there the boys went to the pavilion to check for trash and sticks and there was a family setting up for a wedding reception so they were so excited that they got to clean up around there for them so the reception would look even nicer.  There was a TON of trash around the pavilion and those boys worked really hard but when we got done they stepped back and said wow it looks really nice here now and this family doesn't have to do it.  You could see the pride on thier faces.  I am proud of all my boys.  Travis with his baseball and football, Cody with his baseball and soccer and Austin for just being a cool kid due to the fact that he is to young for sport but there is something special about my Dakota.  He is such a bright child and loves to help and know that he did something good even though he doesn't always get a thank you or any recagnition for his work.  He has such a great outlook on life.  I am one proud cub scout mommy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-7521417914507095312?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7521417914507095312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=7521417914507095312' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7521417914507095312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/7521417914507095312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/05/cub-scout-community-service.html' title='Cub Scout Community Service'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SfzY2AA67jI/AAAAAAAAACg/xBkUNQxJYOo/s72-c/s1322558708_264548_6247%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-8167067981205804957</id><published>2009-05-01T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:14:15.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandpa</title><content type='html'>As you all probably know from reading my moms blog my Grandpa is very sick with Liver Cancer.  Well I talked to my mom this morning and grandpa is declining really fast and I am asking for your prayers and my mom will probably ask for them to.  She is probably going to put him in the hospital sometime soon.  My Grandpa is an AMAZING man.  He was in the service but I don't know a lot about him during that time of his life.  What I do know about him is he is my Grandpa and I love him dearly.  When I was young if I got sick my mom would take me over to Grandma and Grandpas house and my grandma was a germaphobe you might say so she woud put sheets covering the couch  and would lay a blanket on the couch for me to cover up with and a pillow to lay my head on.  She would turn on cartoons for me and on the couch i would stay unless i had to go to the bathroom and then she would follow me arrownd with the lysol can lol.  My Grandpa knew I hated staying on the couch so he would come in and watch TV.  That time with Grandpa was really special to me and I will always cherrish that time we had together.  Another memory I have at thier house is graham crackers and milk.  This i think is my favorite.  My grandparents were not the type of people to sit or let anyone else sit on their counters but I would go over there and grandpa would get me a glass of milk and a plate with Graham crackers and he would sit me up on the counter and let me eat my graham crackers and milk up on the counter.  I was the only person ever allowed to do this not even my sister and brother were allowed to so i felt like the most special person in the world.  My grandparents watched my son travis for quite a few months after I went back to school and Grandpa would take travis and show him off to EVERYONE.  I would come to pick him up from thier house and there was my son laying on a blanket it the middle of the table with his great grandparent sitting on either side of him like he was a center piece.  I know travis doesn't know this but I think that was some of my grandparents favorite times, just sitting and watching him sleep and also showing him off of course.  Well those are just a few out of many memories i have of my grandparents.  Please pray for him and pray that god is merciful to him.  We don't want to lose him but we all know he is hurting and he wants to be with his wife again.  I wish i had a picture but I don't have one at the moment. I'm sure you have seen them on my moms page though.  Thank you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-8167067981205804957?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8167067981205804957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=8167067981205804957' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8167067981205804957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/8167067981205804957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-grandpa.html' title='My Grandpa'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-5261099487244695932</id><published>2009-04-30T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:20:45.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my husband Doug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured today I would introduce you to my husband in all his glory. He is a Captain on his Fire Department and a darn good one if i might add. I wanted to share a few photos of him doing what he does &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfm_4A6KwHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fXQBDW10eJM/s1600-h/s1322558708_238532_8152%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330502603007246450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfm_4A6KwHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fXQBDW10eJM/s320/s1322558708_238532_8152%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;best. I think they have a few sayings like We go in when everyone else is trying to get out (or something like that&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfm_4bLS3pI/AAAAAAAAACA/9yJsfYjAu3c/s1600-h/s1322558708_238533_8443%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330502610058403474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfm_4bLS3pI/AAAAAAAAACA/9yJsfYjAu3c/s320/s1322558708_238533_8443%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) and my favorite is ready to put the wet stuff on the red stuff. LOL. These firefighters are our extended family and mean the world to us and I am proud of each and every one of them but today i will show you my hus&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfm_4vXnTYI/AAAAAAAAACY/YpC7T-dRWNA/s1600-h/Dakota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330502615478783362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfm_4vXnTYI/AAAAAAAAACY/YpC7T-dRWNA/s320/Dakota.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;band.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfm_4QviBbI/AAAAAAAAACI/EbSvPqF_9vI/s1600-h/s1322558708_238538_758%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330502607257601458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfm_4QviBbI/AAAAAAAAACI/EbSvPqF_9vI/s320/s1322558708_238538_758%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfm_4XsK7-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/sXtund0Aslc/s1600-h/s1322558708_264552_7604%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330502609122553826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfm_4XsK7-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/sXtund0Aslc/s320/s1322558708_264552_7604%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first one is of Doug with our son Dakotas cub scout den at their go see it to the Fire Station (dakota was sooooo proud).  The second one is of my husband standing up after putting out a HUGE fire (luckily it was a training day so they were training the newbies so they set the fire on purpose in a donated house that needed to be leveled anyways).  This next one is one of my favorite it is Dakota sitting on the front of his daddys fire truck looking at his helmet ( can we say future fire fighter?)  This next one is of the house they were training in as it was starting to burn and my husband walking in front of it.  The last one is of my husbands fire gear.  The helmet is brned and melted but he won't retire it and get a new one ( it's a matter of pride LOL).  Well I hope you enjoy getting to know my husband a man who I love dearly and is so important to me.&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/5075971134650061695-5261099487244695932?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5261099487244695932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=5261099487244695932' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5261099487244695932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5261099487244695932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-my-husband-doug.html' title='This is my husband Doug'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfm_4A6KwHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fXQBDW10eJM/s72-c/s1322558708_238532_8152%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-6494817513858523955</id><published>2009-04-29T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:12:03.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain is this big</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey there everyone!!! I wanted to let you all know I am having trouble getting my comments to work on your alls pages so I am not being snotty I just have to work on it to figure it out LOL. Thanks mom for the welcome. As far as the not so flattering stories......... lol I will be nice to you today due to the nice comments you made about me but beware I have TONS of stories to tell so just remember that. LOL remember Wendy's? Enough said huh? LOL and thanks to all of my moms friends on here welcoming me and following me i will follow u 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today I wanted to tell you what my three year old said to me last night at a very weir&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfhr_CVgjnI/AAAAAAAAABw/AHQp42BTwX4/s1600-h/Austin+aka+popeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330128889695997554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfhr_CVgjnI/AAAAAAAAABw/AHQp42BTwX4/s320/Austin+aka+popeye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d moment. First off this is my three year old (i'm sure you will remember them from my moms bloggs).  Well last night we were getting Austin ready to go to bed and I told him to go in and go potty and of course he wanted mommy to go with him so I did.  I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub waiting for him to get done and as he is peeing he says "hey Mom!!! guess what"  I said "what"  and he makes two fists and puts them together and say out of the blue " my brain is this big"  LOL I just laughed and sai "yes it is" so he pulled his pants up and went in to tell his Daddy the same thing.  We asked him who taught you that and Austin in his normal nonchalant way he shrugged his shoulders and says "no one I'm just smart" jumped up gave us kisses and ran to his room and off to bed.  LOL Doug and I just laughed in amazment at our wonderful "smart" boy.  He must take after me LOL i mean really look at who my mom is hehehehe (had to throw that in there for Grandmas sake)lol.  TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-6494817513858523955?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6494817513858523955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=6494817513858523955' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/6494817513858523955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/6494817513858523955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-brain-is-this-big.html' title='My brain is this big'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfhr_CVgjnI/AAAAAAAAABw/AHQp42BTwX4/s72-c/Austin+aka+popeye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-3501452155686428341</id><published>2009-04-28T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:18:12.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on everything</title><content type='html'>Ok I screwed up this post.  LOL the pictures are suppose to be at the bottom but oh well I will figure it out one of these days.  LOL enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my husband Doug shooting&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfcd3MFamAI/AAAAAAAAABo/bTlbnVmRaOs/s1600-h/s1322558708_264669_2337%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329761517990221826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfcd3MFamAI/AAAAAAAAABo/bTlbnVmRaOs/s320/s1322558708_264669_2337%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me shooting&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SfcdotkkeBI/AAAAAAAAABg/kkpV6oA3CTo/s1600-h/s1322558708_264673_3961%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329761269281224722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SfcdotkkeBI/AAAAAAAAABg/kkpV6oA3CTo/s320/s1322558708_264673_3961%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my step son Cody shooting&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SfcdOY_nKRI/AAAAAAAAABY/AR_b8JkB7LE/s1600-h/s1322558708_264670_2751%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329760817080903954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SfcdOY_nKRI/AAAAAAAAABY/AR_b8JkB7LE/s320/s1322558708_264670_2751%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is my son Travis shooting&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329759959367009026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SfcccdwrwwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_Y6angd9OxU/s320/s1322558708_264672_3597%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Dakota (my 7 year old) shooting a dinosaur a a 3D bow shoot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329755770273288130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SfcYooK6T8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/n8E-A8abrBs/s320/4+(3).JPG" border="0" /&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;Hey there it has been a while since I have blogged I have been trying to figure this stuff ou&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SfcVn3DsIVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7CidAeqCssg/s1600-h/7+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329752458554777938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/SfcVn3DsIVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7CidAeqCssg/s320/7+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t and my mom helped me this morning. Now i know what I am doing, sort of. Well in my last blog I told you that Dakota was in cub scouts and he had a Pine Wood Derby Districts to go to, well he too tenth out of 44 kids so he was REALLY proud of that. Ok now here is a little about what my family does for fun. We LOVE to do archery and for our Anniversary my husband gave me a new Hoyt Bow customized. Our Anniversary was yesterday but....he couldn't wait to give it to me so I got it about a month or so ago. I LOVE it and have such a good time shooting it. My husband and three out of the four boys shoot also and they are all really good. A few weekends ago we went to the Rinehart 100 which is a two day bow shoot with 50 3Dtargets each day to shoot. Well we went but both days it was pouring down rain and mud up to our ankles. Our boys were covered from head to to with mud and my husband and I were not far behind them in that department. ( i will post pictures of that day another time I have to get them from a friend lol). Well we were going to the shoot on the second day and we stopped at Walmart to get rain gear so we could try to stay dry and my husband opened the back of the truck to get everyone dressed and then we got in the truck and drove away. Well can you guess what happened next? Yep the tailgate was left open and my step son Cody's bow fell out of the back and before we knew about it some gy drove up next to us and told us that the case fell out and the guy who was behind us stopped, grabbed the bow case and took off in the other direction. So poor Cody had to share his brothers Bow all day ( he actually shot better with it) and now we have to get him a new bow. Ugh we told the bows we would get them their first bow but after that it was up to them if they wanted a new one but since Doug (my husband) is the one that left the tailgate open he feels like he needs to replace it which is understandable. We turned in the info to the cops but nothing yet and we don't have high hopes. Well that is a little about my Family and archery now here are a few photos of us doing archery.&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/5075971134650061695-3501452155686428341?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3501452155686428341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075971134650061695&amp;postID=3501452155686428341' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/3501452155686428341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/3501452155686428341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-on-everything.html' title='Update on everything'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u5lne0rrdoY/Sfcd3MFamAI/AAAAAAAAABo/bTlbnVmRaOs/s72-c/s1322558708_264669_2337%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-205647300139223959</id><published>2009-03-07T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T06:44:15.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scouting</title><content type='html'>I am getting ready to go out to collect food for the samaitan center.  My 7 year old Dakota is in cub scouts and they are doing scouting for food today.  Dakota was asking me about scouting for food and why we do it so I told him what it was all about and the sweet little guys said mom I really love being in cub scouts cause I get to help people and I think that is so cool.  He is a true cub scout.  Later today he has his pine wood derby for cub scouts so I will leave an update about that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-205647300139223959?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/205647300139223959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/205647300139223959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/03/scouting.html' title='Scouting'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075971134650061695.post-5729360974671739068</id><published>2009-03-06T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:25:56.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Getting Started</title><content type='html'>Ok this is my first post.  I learned about this from my mom and thought it was kinda neat.  I am the type of person that likes to talk to others and find out about them and I LOVE to talk about my family and friends.  So in the blogs to come you will probably hear a lot about my life as a mom a daycare provider and a wife.  I have four boys, well 8 if you count my husband and the three firefighters that end up at my house a lot of the time LOL.  So needless to say my life is a little chaotic but it's my life and I love it.  Well this one was kinda boring tonight sorry about that but I guess this is my bog so it doesn't matter lol.  I have a feeling the one tomorrow will have more to it LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075971134650061695-5729360974671739068?l=jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5729360974671739068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075971134650061695/posts/default/5729360974671739068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewelzmomof4.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-getting-started.html' title='Just Getting Started'/><author><name>jewelzmomof4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795595518634075380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKYCAF-xt3g/TXWjZeCqkXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tfGMvbKg8yw/s220/DSCF0830.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
