<?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-7808216179053643129</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:03:23.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-7091186553011703148</id><published>2009-08-09T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:14:21.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My X</title><content type='html'>So this is my second week doing p90x..sorta..I did about 4 days in a row the first week, then had circumstances that took me away from it for a few days, then finished that week. So now I'm on my second week 3rd day. Even though I may not be able to do it how you're supposed to, I'm still doin it. It's working, so I will just have to work on getting the timing of doing it when I should down. Anything is better than nothing. &lt;br /&gt;Today was "shoulders and arms" and "ab ripper x". I must admit, I love shoulders and arms. I started with a 5lb weight and now can finish all the exercises with it. So now I need to go buy an 8lb weight and crank it up a notch. What a great feeling though being able to keep up with everyone and finish the exercises. Ab ripper was ok..I would love to do it at night instead of right after the other exercise but I'm afraid I would never get back to it. I'm able to finish a little more than half, which when I started I couldn't do half bc I started to cramp in my muscle buried under my flub. So booyah!! I also forget how much exercise can release stress and anger. Thank you Tony..&lt;br /&gt;I find myself getting into a zone, prepping myself before I even start the exercise. I don't want to talk to anyone or be bothered. Anyone else do this? I don't know if its P90 or just gettin myself ready period.&lt;br /&gt;I have started to have people say things about my weight loss so far. I don't know if they are being supportive or nice, but Mia was following me up the stairs the other day and says "Mom! I think your butt is getting smaller!!" ;-) either way, it made my day..it's hard work, but well worth it..till next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808216179053643129-7091186553011703148?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/7091186553011703148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=7091186553011703148' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/7091186553011703148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/7091186553011703148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-x.html' title='My X'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-184775930197681022</id><published>2009-07-23T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:45:52.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new life....</title><content type='html'>So I've been really trying to lose weight since Feb of this year.  Actually taking it seriously, with a few slips here and there.  Recently, I have purchased the P90X system.  Pretty much everyone knows about it, and I actually know 2 people that have had nothing but success with it.  So I said why not.  Why not kick it up a notch? What do I possibly have to lose? To be in better shape? To actually wake up and feel good in the morning? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a lot of things lately that have happened that have opened up my eyes to my life.  That I have this one life, this one body, and it's up to me to make my image of happiness actually happen.  I am the only one that can make my dreams come true.  So I'm doing something about it.  Feel free to follow my journey through this period of my life.  Blogging about it will just make myself more accountable of what I do, when I do it, and how much I can improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Food is my fuel."  It is no longer my escape, my guilty pleasure, and my "I'll start tomorrow."  Someone told me one time that it doesn't matter what you eat that makes you full, just so you are full.  With that, I have repeated it in my mind almost daily, and my diet began to change.  Since February of this year, I have lost 23 lbs.  That was just with changing my diet.  I am so excited about my results and how I have been only working out now for a week.  I can't wait till day 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all you fellow P90Xers out there, "I'm bringing it...I'm doing my best, and forgetting the rest..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808216179053643129-184775930197681022?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/184775930197681022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=184775930197681022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/184775930197681022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/184775930197681022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-life.html' title='My new life....'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-331301595384106698</id><published>2009-05-27T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:26:10.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The flower lady...</title><content type='html'>So, there's this lady that lives up on the corner of our street.  We call her The Flower Lady because outlining her house on all four sides I'm sure, (can only see 3 because of a fence)  is basically a small flower outlet.  Flowers galore, and she's always out tending to them with her cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I was told by my husband and eldest that they saw her walking down the road with her cat.  As in, it was on a leash and she was walking it.  I laughed and thought wow, how odd, but didn't know how much till I actually saw it with my own eyes.  So I thought I would share on what I witnessed the other day.  Hope it puts a smile on your face and makes you at laugh at least a little...Because I sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/Sh1ba4aKeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/1F0GmQXgtbY/s1600-h/IMG00268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/Sh1ba4aKeUI/AAAAAAAAADg/1F0GmQXgtbY/s320/IMG00268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340525250508126530" 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/7808216179053643129-331301595384106698?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/331301595384106698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-5449024673564357298</id><published>2009-05-21T10:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:08:42.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky Town...</title><content type='html'>So we were jammin to a free kidzbop cd out of a happy meal the other day..Here is the result..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ed0440041ae97d9d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/5449024673564357298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=5449024673564357298' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/5449024673564357298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/5449024673564357298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2009/05/funky-town.html' title='Funky Town...'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-3481399403759498164</id><published>2009-05-15T10:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:18:37.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>old clothes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/Sg2BeViak4I/AAAAAAAAADY/dwf3h1odnMs/s1600-h/IMG00262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/Sg2BeViak4I/AAAAAAAAADY/dwf3h1odnMs/s320/IMG00262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336063491681457026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but lately I have been running into a lot of "old" things.  Old boxes in the garage that contain my childhood...Old bins of clothes, that I can't believe I thought I was fat when I was wearing them..Mia's old baby clothes..and then today I ran across this little dress in the one tub.  I remember Mia in this dress...She was a chubby baby and she filled this dress out so cute.  I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at her now and find it so hard to believe that yes, she was once this small.  And then I remember that she was that small, and remember thinking, Oh my gosh, I can't even imagine her going to school, growing up, starting to have her strong opinion about things and her outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized a lot lately going through all of this "stuff", that it really is true...Time goes so fast.  The older you get, the faster it goes.  I've realized you can choose to pick up the pace and keep up, or stay behind and think about all the things you didn't do and should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to pick up the pace.  This is just a way of me saying it out loud.  I know it's going to be hard to accomplish what I want, but I've realized that it will be all so worth it in the end.  I've gotten back in touch with an old friend.  Someone that has known me since I was little.  She has now become my inspiration.  Just in case you're reading this, thank you.  Thank you for saying the words you have to kick me in the ass.  I love you and will always, always be here for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808216179053643129-3481399403759498164?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/3481399403759498164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=3481399403759498164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/3481399403759498164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/3481399403759498164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-clothes.html' title='old clothes..'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/Sg2BeViak4I/AAAAAAAAADY/dwf3h1odnMs/s72-c/IMG00262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-718642949013292296</id><published>2009-04-28T12:54:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:56:00.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbors......</title><content type='html'>So along with many of you out there, we have a problem with our neighbors on the one side of us.  You would think they were some white trashers with punk kids or something of the sort, but in fact they are two old ladies that do nothing but sit in their living room and stare out their front window to see what is going on in their hood.  I took some pictures of their antics and need to fill you in on a little history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mia and I first moved in here a little over 4 years ago, they were the sweetest old ladies.  A little obsessed with their lawn care, but still sweet.  They even brought in my trash can on the day after pick up.  Which at first I thought I had some hot neighbor who may have been interested in me, but the next week I caught them out the window at 7:30 in the morning and saw that it was one of the old ladies.  I was a little heart broken, and felt a little weird thinking to myself, "shouldn't I be bringing their can in?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll fast forward a few years and bring you up to our falling out...&lt;br /&gt;Oliver was a baby in an infant seat, I think Bruce was working for the flower shop at the time, and I went grocery shopping.  I get back with Oliver and the car full of grocery bags, and there are strange men in my yard and driveway.  There was a tree service truck in front of the ladies house and there was a huge trash can in the way to where I couldn't even pull into the driveway all the way.  The man with a rake was just staring at me while I was just staring at him waiting for him to get the clue to move the can.  As I go to get out of the car to move it my self filled with disgust, I look to my left and Ruth (the bossy one that mows her lawn a lot) is staring out her bedroom window at me.  She waves...&lt;br /&gt;So I tell the man I need to pull in and he's like "oh o.k.".  DUH...Oliver was sleeping so I proceeded to carry in groceries, and about on my 2nd trip out I noticed these people were in my yard in the back and that my clothesline had been cut.  So I go back to talk to these people and here they are cutting down a perfectly good tree in the neighbors yard and dragging EVERYTHING through my yard and driveway.  There were little sticks all over the driveway and my yard, I guess that's what the trash can was for.  It's nice that they were using it.  After talking to the "man" in charge, turns out they couldn't get the big stuff under the clothesline and down my driveway so they cut it.  THEY CUT IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;So to make a really long story, not so long, we ended up calling the owner of the company and telling them they better get out here and clean up their mess, and that no one had permission to be in our yard let alone start destroying stuff...We tried getting money for damages (we felt very violated) =) out of them but all we got was a new clothesline and the sticks picked up.&lt;br /&gt;Well after they were here, they went next door.  At this point, we were irritated at the neighbors for not asking us if it was o.k., but whatever, we would have gotten over it.  We don't know exactly what the tree people said to them, but the next trash day, there our can sat, lonely on the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SfnG-0mpa7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/KG-OKYB8i3A/s1600-h/IMG00204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SfnG-0mpa7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/KG-OKYB8i3A/s320/IMG00204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330510416544623538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That next summer when we were having a campfire in the back yard, ones that we have had for years every summer, the police were called.  You are allowed, you just have to have a bag of marshmallows, or hot dogs near by.  I wonder who called the police though?? Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Then just this past winter they started leaving a light on in the backyard and in 10 degree temperatures Ruths bedroom window would be open at night.  So here is my theory to that..You know those &lt;a href="http://www.asseenontvadvertising.com/images/as-seen-on-tv-listen-up-sound-amplifier.jpg"&gt;miracle&lt;/a&gt; ear things that you can wear like a blue tooth?  Well I think she has one and listens to me and Bruce when we are out on the back porch smoking.  Because even in the dead of winter she would have that damn window open, and not just cracked, I mean open, open.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Exhibit A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/Sfc0aL2RLaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RMdcYfdLzVA/s1600-h/IMG00148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/Sfc0aL2RLaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RMdcYfdLzVA/s320/IMG00148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329786308477922722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't a warm day, the temp was probably in the 30's....Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another example of how "sweet" they are now.  We had neighbors moving in across the street from them.  They had started one week then came back the next to finish.  This was on the second day, and I guess they were sick of the traffic in front of their house.  The new ones had a bunch of people helping them, so there were cars in their driveway, in front of the old ladies' house, and in front of my house.  Whatever, no big deal right?  I was trying to catch my own glimpse of the new people too, but didn't care if they were parked in front of my house.  Well all of a sudden I see Ruth pull her stupid little Jap car out of her garage and park it in front of her house!!!  Can you believe that??  When the people came back they were like, "wtf? and looking around".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Exhibit B and C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SfnFRi8fE_I/AAAAAAAAADA/02C1eQo-it4/s1600-h/IMG00149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SfnFRi8fE_I/AAAAAAAAADA/02C1eQo-it4/s320/IMG00149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330508539198641138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SfnFbrD_5UI/AAAAAAAAADI/GO_7xsUwx-c/s1600-h/IMG00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SfnFbrD_5UI/AAAAAAAAADI/GO_7xsUwx-c/s320/IMG00150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330508713176327490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically all this does is make me want and wish to be out in the country even more than I already do...I'll update soon on other types of investigating work I may have to do, I'm sure it won't take them long to do something stupid and irritating...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808216179053643129-718642949013292296?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/718642949013292296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=718642949013292296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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The kind when everything is going right, and you seem to have found that extra jump in your step?  Well I just have had 2 of those in a row and I love it.  I'm not sure why, but not going to over-analyze it either...No headaches, no body aches , and it's like everything I touch or do just makes sense and fits all together..Does anyone know what I mean?  Or do I just sound like a loon??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to thinkin how I'm going to be 30 years old this month.  30....It doesn't really bother me, I look at it as another celebration of another year of learning.  I always make a big deal about birthdays, some people think it's silly and it's just another day, but I don't look at it like that.  You can learn so much from reflection and that's what I do, every year.  Reflect as to where I have been...where I am...and where it might be that I would like to go further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come a long way, and so has Bruce...We might not have much now, but we are well on our way of making our dreams come true.  He will be done with going to Michigan by Christmas, and graduating and walking that well deserved stage by May 2010.  It's just within his grasp and so nice to have it written down on paper.  It makes it very real and not just a dream anymore.  I couldn't be more proud to be Mrs. Amy Bohner....I hope you know I'm willing to walk anywhere with you Bruce....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/Sa3u7pT16kI/AAAAAAAAACg/hqXjUqlN6TY/s1600-h/Bruce+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/Sa3u7pT16kI/AAAAAAAAACg/hqXjUqlN6TY/s320/Bruce+and+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309162244208454210" 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/7808216179053643129-4327424291633415802?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/4327424291633415802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=4327424291633415802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/4327424291633415802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/4327424291633415802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-ever.html' title='You ever?'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/Sa3u7pT16kI/AAAAAAAAACg/hqXjUqlN6TY/s72-c/Bruce+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-4488990848308364305</id><published>2009-02-16T18:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:36:08.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2/13/2009</title><content type='html'>So this is the first post from my new phone, so I hope this works well. Bruce and I got blackberry curves and they are sa-weeeet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm here to tell you about my Friday, the 13th...&lt;br /&gt;It was about 230 in the afternoon. Bruce, Oliver and I were heading into Mia's school for her Valentines Day party. Bruce was handling Oliver and I was carrying the 4 boxes of cookies that we just picked up at Buehlers. We are almost to the front doors and I all of a sudden slip my left foot off the edge of the sidewalk and snap it sideways. I fall, the boxes of cookies go flying and I land on my right knee.&lt;br /&gt;Now I must admit, when I fell down like a ton of bricks, I wasn't sure I was going to get back up. First was the clicking pop I heard, then the snap inside my ankle I felt. Then came the utter embarrassment I felt from the other mothers making their way into the school as well. Some were very nice and asked how they could help. Others just looked at me and kept walking. Then the best one was the older lady that was carrying a box and goes, "oh geez, let me go put this down and I'll be right back to help you." She never came back!!! Didn't need her but SHE NEVER CAME BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Saw her when we were signing in and she wouldn't even make eye contact with me.&lt;br /&gt;So after we got back home, the pain was just getting worse and worse.  Bruce told me I better go to the emergency room, so I did.  Nothing is broke, just a really bad sprain. Went to the regular Dr.'s yesterday and he ended up referring me to the orthopedic guy because he didn't like the way it looked.  Today I went to see him and he says air cast for 2 weeks and I'll go back and see him then.&lt;br /&gt;So there was my Friday the 13th...I'm living in a bubble from now on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808216179053643129-4488990848308364305?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/4488990848308364305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=4488990848308364305' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/4488990848308364305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/4488990848308364305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th-2132009.html' title='2/13/2009'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-2650916154851964853</id><published>2009-02-09T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:45:35.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New life...</title><content type='html'>Tonight Bruce and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; good friends, Brian and Amy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bammerlin&lt;/span&gt; became new parents.  They had a little girl, Nora Ryan(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?), she was 7 lbs. 1 oz.&lt;br /&gt;I got such a high from all this excitement, it just brings everything back to me when each of my babies were born.  We are going to see her tomorrow and I can't wait to hold her and smell her and all of that newborn baby stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Bruce and I are planning on having maybe 2 more, but not going to try for another year or so when he should be done with school and we are in a bigger house.  I also need to lose weight or I will be on one of those TLC shows of people that are stuck in their house and can't get out...lol...Kind of funny though, lose weight to gain weight, but I need to lose regardless, but that's a whole other blog.&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I knew I wanted to have kids, but never thought it would be to the extent of how I feel about babies today.  Both my children came into my life under crazy (so to speak) circumstances, but were definitely blessings from the Lord above and have changed me in ways no one will ever understand.  It makes me think about God and his plans for us, and I believe he has come in and "saved" my life more than once now.  My children are daily reminders of how great his gifts truly are and I can't be more thankful to be trusted with such a precious thing, life.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SZD4E3Nc-lI/AAAAAAAAACY/emz7ngbxjOM/s1600-h/Baby_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SZD4E3Nc-lI/AAAAAAAAACY/emz7ngbxjOM/s320/Baby_hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301009523838614098" 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/7808216179053643129-2650916154851964853?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/2650916154851964853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=2650916154851964853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/2650916154851964853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/2650916154851964853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-life.html' title='New life...'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SZD4E3Nc-lI/AAAAAAAAACY/emz7ngbxjOM/s72-c/Baby_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-4199042479134724880</id><published>2009-01-30T11:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:37:34.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Oliver playing</title><content type='html'>It's so sweet to catch little ones learning and playing at the same time...You can almost see their little brains working, just like a miracle.  I caught Oliver playing with his toy that Daddy made him for Christmas, it's awesome to see how fast he can learn how to do something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6e8ca19dbd0177a5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/4199042479134724880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=4199042479134724880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/4199042479134724880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/4199042479134724880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2009/01/catching-oliver-playing.html' title='Catching Oliver playing'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-2539609579394701839</id><published>2009-01-21T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:04:28.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-58c1b6cdc836b70c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D58c1b6cdc836b70c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331389316%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE3E28554D68E3FCCD2E436EFC78FF1AB569DF6C.7F1D9B34AB25574CB06751F727601F3E5947C9C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D58c1b6cdc836b70c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6BA9x987ze2ht4ERluf9dcYvEDM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D58c1b6cdc836b70c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331389316%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE3E28554D68E3FCCD2E436EFC78FF1AB569DF6C.7F1D9B34AB25574CB06751F727601F3E5947C9C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D58c1b6cdc836b70c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6BA9x987ze2ht4ERluf9dcYvEDM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another one that isn't so dark, except it's just him, Mia was at school...Our lighting in the house isn't the greatest!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808216179053643129-2539609579394701839?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-6196609437662179869</id><published>2009-01-21T12:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:34:14.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The kids</title><content type='html'>So here is a video I took of the kids dancing the other night..LOL, Mia has always loved music and it's looking like Oliver is going to be the same..Sometimes we just turn on the radio or put in a c.d. and bob our heads, with our white mans overbite goin...Oliver is so funny though, he will bob up and down but his newest thing is to move both his feet back and forth as fast as he can.  It's hilarious to watch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-61b341dfaa90de51" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61b341dfaa90de51%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331389316%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11200A86561DC73ADD0443C344A0B74E17E56E65.70D69983D5CDDCA87244A614043A52A3D9ADC610%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61b341dfaa90de51%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpV9jsIlUUfGWkxq2bT1FAcCB40Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61b341dfaa90de51%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331389316%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11200A86561DC73ADD0443C344A0B74E17E56E65.70D69983D5CDDCA87244A614043A52A3D9ADC610%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61b341dfaa90de51%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpV9jsIlUUfGWkxq2bT1FAcCB40Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808216179053643129-6196609437662179869?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=61b341dfaa90de51&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/6196609437662179869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=6196609437662179869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/6196609437662179869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/6196609437662179869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids.html' title='The kids'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-7495390321740419400</id><published>2009-01-21T11:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:59:30.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Me??</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been on here in awhile...I got pretty busy with the holidays and then with another semester of school starting for both Bruce and I, that leaving me alone with the kids Monday nights through Thursday.  Also I think I just got lazy with writing to be totally honest..  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the holidays were good...One of the best Christmas's I have had in awhile, for Bruce, myself and the kids.  I have come to realize that maybe something will have to change next year doing the 2 families in one day.  You end up feeling ripped off and ripping off who you have to visit.  Not sure though what to do without hurting anyone's feelings or stepping on toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week after Christmas, we were doing a family cleaning and Mia ended up finding "Santa's wrapping paper."  I make it different so there's no catching on and then just put their first initial on whatever it is.  Anyways, she goes, "hey this is the same paper that Santa used."  Just standing there holding it, then it was quiet for a minute....Then she goes, "Are you guys Santa Claus??"  I was in denial myself and at the same time, Bruce said yes and I said no..lol...I knew she was old enough, she had gotten teased at school about it a few times and figured by next year she would figure it out.  I just thought I had a whole year to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with Santa out of the bag, my 8 1/2 year olds little world started crumbling....Next came the Easter Bunny....and, "but when I left carrots and stuff, there were little nibbles out of them!!"  Then the Tooth Fairy.....Oh, it was indeed a sad day...She then turned angry and looked at Oliver, and goes, "THERE'S NO SANTA CLAUS OLIVER!!!  CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?!?"  Then we had to tell her that it was something that you keep a secret and don't tell anyone you know about and that it's still fun and you will still get gifts from Santa, because we still do!!  She was pretty pissed though and wanted to go shout it from the rooftops that her reality was not as it had seemed for the past 8 years. About a few hours later though she was fine and all was well in the world of Mia again&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SXdTwjP0efI/AAAAAAAAACI/_FgJcqkmIn4/s1600-h/december+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SXdTwjP0efI/AAAAAAAAACI/_FgJcqkmIn4/s320/december+2009+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293791980557728242" 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/7808216179053643129-7495390321740419400?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/7495390321740419400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=7495390321740419400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/7495390321740419400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/7495390321740419400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2009/01/miss-me.html' title='Miss Me??'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SXdTwjP0efI/AAAAAAAAACI/_FgJcqkmIn4/s72-c/december+2009+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-564023203736953690</id><published>2008-11-08T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:35:22.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuckered Out</title><content type='html'>Here is something so sweet I had to share...Mia and Oliver got so tuckered out playing today, that this is what happened on the way home..We had the Bohner side of Thanksgiving today and it was very nice, and we were all ready for a nap, but just the kids got that lucky.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SRZMQY4V6TI/AAAAAAAAABo/3oUSeKb5lMs/s1600-h/Tuckered+Out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SRZMQY4V6TI/AAAAAAAAABo/3oUSeKb5lMs/s320/Tuckered+Out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266480658696759602" 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/7808216179053643129-564023203736953690?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/564023203736953690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=564023203736953690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/564023203736953690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/564023203736953690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuckered-out.html' title='Tuckered Out'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SRZMQY4V6TI/AAAAAAAAABo/3oUSeKb5lMs/s72-c/Tuckered+Out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-591126052464535792</id><published>2008-11-05T15:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:53:40.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers...</title><content type='html'>So I left Bruce and Oliver alone for 10 minutes and asked Bruce to start feeding him lunch and here is the result...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SRIHq9p-k7I/AAAAAAAAABg/ds2Sh6_Scto/s1600-h/Oliver+and+raviolli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SRIHq9p-k7I/AAAAAAAAABg/ds2Sh6_Scto/s320/Oliver+and+raviolli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265279349036061618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love,  Oliver.......  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808216179053643129-591126052464535792?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/591126052464535792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=591126052464535792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-8261850424945902982</id><published>2008-10-31T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:24:28.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver is walking!!</title><content type='html'>Here is Oliver taking the most steps that he has taken so far!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1aeb037e763c6fa9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/8261850424945902982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=8261850424945902982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/8261850424945902982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/8261850424945902982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2008/10/oliver-is-walking.html' title='Oliver is walking!!'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-4394885443110517831</id><published>2008-10-23T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:35:00.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pockets...</title><content type='html'>So a little word of advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually check pockets before I throw clothes in the washer..That's how I make my millions off of Bruce and his change..  =)  Mia's been known to keep stickers, gum, tissues, and even the occasional pencil..Bruce just mainly has change and receipts...which have either matted or shredded, guess it depends on the quality of the paper...lol..Well doing laundry today I have come to realize that I guess I need to check the pockets of sweatshirts too....Because the no matter how small the crayon is, it does a number on almost every piece of laundry in the load....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SQEl4huGWqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I_qVA2CtVVg/s1600-h/2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SQEl4huGWqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I_qVA2CtVVg/s320/2008+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260527492800076450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SQEl5KHrrnI/AAAAAAAAABY/RlvHMb4NVU0/s1600-h/2008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SQEl5KHrrnI/AAAAAAAAABY/RlvHMb4NVU0/s320/2008+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260527503644798578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think my bathing suit bottom got the brunt of it...this is nothing compared to some of the clothes...Washers beware!!&lt;div 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title='Pockets...'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SQEl4huGWqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I_qVA2CtVVg/s72-c/2008+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-7871644717486656909</id><published>2008-10-22T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:12:17.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God does have a sense of humor...</title><content type='html'>You know what I hate?  When your kids forget something they need at school and your partially in the wrong for not helping to make sure they got everything before they leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Bruce took Mia to school because we have to every morning b/c we live 3/4 of a mile away...too far for her to walk alone, and too short for a bus to get her..that's a whole other story but anyways, I even packed her lunch today and with them walking out the door she had to go back b/c she almost forgot her lunch.  I said Oh good thing b/c you would have been buying and I wouldn't have brought it to school.  (ha ha ha under my breath)  Bruce had to go help a friend all day so he went on his way.  Well 10 minutes later I get a call and on the i.d. is Mia's school...I was like what?!?  Well I answered and it was Mia and she forgot her planner that she needs everyday.  It's a new 3rd grade thing I guess..I was like CRAP, can't you use something else? No Mom...Will you get in trouble if you don't have it?  Yes, Mom...Damn it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's me ratty hair, no bra, and pajama pants, and Oliver in his pj's...So I let Oliver finish eating his breakfast, put a bra on, throw a hat on myself, put a coat on Oliver and grab the planner muttering obscenities under my breath and walk out the door.  If I could have just ran it there no problem, but I have my little one in toe that makes it harder...Put him in the car, strap him in...drive to the school...unbuckle him take him in with me, have the planner almost fall, walk into the school...Get looked at like I'm some psycho in pajama pants, hope Mia doesn't see me, and hand in the planner...Take Oliver back out, strap him back in, and drive home...Unbuckle him, and go into the house...WHEW...I guess God does have a sense of humor....   =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808216179053643129-7871644717486656909?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/7871644717486656909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=7871644717486656909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/7871644717486656909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/7871644717486656909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-does-have-sense-of-humor.html' title='God does have a sense of humor...'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da19bc1d7d2baaaae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331389316%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28191695294FF859CD014FEE1B0A5B9575D39D63.702D86CC78EA91DED7B295465EAE3BABB37C40FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da19bc1d7d2baaaae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgT0Hw40253rWeFQLpwI7lXx4YcM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Oliver taking a few steps and yelling at Dad while he was out back mowing...lol...I love him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7808216179053643129-281691801347485268?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808216179053643129.post-4359720692136477311</id><published>2008-10-21T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:57:22.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SP5rMHWX_qI/AAAAAAAAAAw/adZXEN9pZpo/s1600-h/October+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SP5rMHWX_qI/AAAAAAAAAAw/adZXEN9pZpo/s320/October+2008+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259759270690815650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here is to my first blog posting on e blogger...I have blogged before on Myspace, I am a die hard fan and even have gotten my mother and sister on there with me.  It is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; a great way to keep in touch with friends, old and new and family.  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can snap a picture (or 30) and post them to share whenever I like.  It's great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I don't really have much to share today, but figured I need to start somewhere, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened today....Mia went to school, Oliver was a riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; as usual.  There's this thing that his Uncle Dave does that goes, "O is f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or Oliver, yeah, yeah, yeah.." and with the yeah, yeah, yeah part you shake your arm in the air.  Well today he ac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tually said yeah, yeah, yeah..Bruce heard him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;too, so I know I wasn't jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t hearing things..He amazes me so much, he is so smart, just like his big sister!! But try to get him to say "mama" on cue and forget it!!  There's been times when I go, say mama!! He looks at me and goes, "DADA".  Then smiles, I think he does this on purpose!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else happened today, we did a little grocery shopping.  Walmart of course, I can't wait till the new Giant Eagle is built here.  AKA "The Bird"   I hate Walmart and buying Chinese, but when you're struggling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; along just like the rest of Americans about now, you gotta go where the price is low....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of my family including Walter (our mini wiener dog)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SP5rL6-iq5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/sUsQALebDzM/s1600-h/October+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SP5rL6-iq5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/sUsQALebDzM/s320/October+2008+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259759267369626514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SP5rMoLQY_I/AAAAAAAAABA/Gx_crarSb0c/s1600-h/Brucie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SP5rMoLQY_I/AAAAAAAAABA/Gx_crarSb0c/s320/Brucie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259759279502550002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SP5r6ZAGr9I/AAAAAAAAABI/HBG72qcO2uE/s1600-h/Summer+2008+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SP5r6ZAGr9I/AAAAAAAAABI/HBG72qcO2uE/s320/Summer+2008+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259760065703227346" 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/7808216179053643129-4359720692136477311?l=dixieschick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/feeds/4359720692136477311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7808216179053643129&amp;postID=4359720692136477311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/4359720692136477311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7808216179053643129/posts/default/4359720692136477311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixieschick.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-goes.html' title='Here goes...'/><author><name>AmyK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01006673548939411794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/S85izv_nz0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FvUBLdiIbI8/S220/P3200174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4T1LKXo6xg/SP5rMHWX_qI/AAAAAAAAAAw/adZXEN9pZpo/s72-c/October+2008+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
