<?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-6425123803086858736</id><updated>2012-01-27T14:49:28.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angie's Corny Crew!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-1711756220814681748</id><published>2010-01-18T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:16:09.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayse... You Rock!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/S1Ux-i-E0YI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uZdiT--lPR4/s1600-h/PICT0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/S1Ux-i-E0YI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uZdiT--lPR4/s400/PICT0843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428299876473819522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give a quick shout out to Mayse. I love you buddy and I am so proud of you! Let me start at the beginning.  Last year I went in and met with Maysen's teacher for Parent/Teacher conference.  I was told that he was falling behind in Reading and Math.  This is after two years of tutoring at four hours a week which was a hard task to complete in itself with the time demand and schedules.   I felt I could not win and was at my wits end.  It was brought up to me as a possibility that he may end up in resource.  I knew that there had to be something wrong and his 3rd Grade teacher had already worked wonders to figure out that he had a non traditional way of learning and tried to nurture that but all in all... he couldn't have her for the rest of his life so something had to be done.  At that point, I decided that maybe a charter school was the way for me to go with my children so I put in for the lottery at Ranches Academy and my kids ended up getting in. Logan had to wait a couple months but Maysen got in right away.  He never seemed to have problems with his homework and was bringing home good grades but I didn't realize the difference the school had made for him until I ran into his math teacher in the hall one day while Maysen was with me.  She came up to Maysen and said, "How is my math whiz?"  I thought she was just being positive until she then began to tell me that he was one of the smartest in his math level and she was moving him up to a 5th grade math level and that he sometimes helps tutor the other kids in the class.  I was in complete shock.  My Maysen?  The Maysen I was told needed to possibly be in resource for Math?  WOW!!  He loves his new school and I love his new school.  The education there is AMAZING!!! It has made a world of difference for Maysen and his self-esteem. He has made many great friends!  A shout out to The Ranches Academy and to Maysen.  Maysen is student of the month for his class this month.  They display pictures of them in the classroom all month!  Way to Go Mayse!  I love you and I am so proud of you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-1711756220814681748?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1711756220814681748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=1711756220814681748&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/1711756220814681748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/1711756220814681748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2010/01/mayse-you-rock.html' title='Mayse... You Rock!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/S1Ux-i-E0YI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uZdiT--lPR4/s72-c/PICT0843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-5674792852531313322</id><published>2009-11-24T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:01:29.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Fast Lane!!</title><content type='html'>Many of you know my little boy Logan.  He has a great zest for life although he doesn't always know how to channel the emotion that comes along with that which usually means life is an emotional roller coaster for him!  He is always so excited to get done what needs to be done in the quickest manner possible so that he can move on to the things he wants to conquer in life!  Well, this morning I put his homework in his backpack to take back which I found loose in his backpack yesterday) and he told me I needed to put it in his homework folder.  I said to him, "Logan, you left your homework folder at school."  He said,"No I didn't, it's in the other pocket of my backpack."  Sure enough he unzipped the small pocket on the front of his backpack and there was his homework folder all folded up so he could fit it.  I'm assuming he did that to ensure that the bigger part of the backpack had room for his football and basketball.  Anyway, I pulled his homework folder out to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwwSamU33XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/7qmFVnI6Vn4/s1600/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwwSamU33XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/7qmFVnI6Vn4/s400/scan0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407717500739116402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw your attention to question #9. I mean seriously... how could you miss that one? Easter really?  That's when the pilgrims and Indians had a feast? That is how I know that he was just rushing through circling which ever one his little heart desired so that he could move on and do what HE wanted to do!  I could not help but laugh.  Apparently he decided he needed a huge frowny face on his paper too which... he probably spent more time on then the actual test itself. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwwTARqT8eI/AAAAAAAAAXE/_WPTxXF-oEc/s1600/scan0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwwTARqT8eI/AAAAAAAAAXE/_WPTxXF-oEc/s400/scan0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407718148026921442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at # 7.  Apparently soldiers help farmers on their plantations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so smart but when it comes to his agenda, that's exactly what it is is HIS agenda! He came straight from heaven that way. I know he knows these answers but I know in his mind, he has waaaayyy more important things to do in life to worry about test taking,and all the other tasks that don't seem important to him.  He needs to move on to the more important things in life like:  building forts, making ships out of legos, and learning how to get around the rules at school of no tackling in football, to riding his bike and sneaking off the helmet,taking all the food outside to share with his friends, and not taking the time to chew his food before inhaling it and he is off to his next adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you have a child like this that is on high speed, high volume, high adventure, with little or no fear... ALL THE TIME!! He lives life to the fullest and in the fast lane 24/7.  You gotta love it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, he missed every question on his test but then again to him..... &lt;br /&gt;It is not among the IMPORTANT tasks in life, yet I could not find myself being angry for his ZEST for life!  This is one assignment that will be kept in MY IMPORTANT file!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-5674792852531313322?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5674792852531313322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=5674792852531313322&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/5674792852531313322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/5674792852531313322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the Fast Lane!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwwSamU33XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/7qmFVnI6Vn4/s72-c/scan0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-6619051926523293933</id><published>2009-11-21T22:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:14:04.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue!!!!</title><content type='html'>Overdue baby?  No, well kind of.  I had my baby 3 1/2 months ago but the blogging of it is waaaayyy overdue!!  I have really neglected my blog for a while now and am trying to play catch up.  The first thing I wanted to catch up on was my baby shower which was 5 months ago.... yeah you heard it right.... 5 months ago!!  I told you I really am a slacker.  Anyway, I am trying to do better so you will probably see more blogs to follow that are way outdated.  Anyway, my shower was amazing!  Pink and Brown everywhere!!  As many of you know.... I finally got my girl after three amazing rugged, tough little boys and boy did I get spoiled!  My shower had everything pink and brown from the food, to the gifts, and even to the clothing.  Thanks Tiercy and Kelly... for a wonderful shower and thanks to everyone who came to support me in my girl venture!  It has been so much fun so far!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwjjJh1bofI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ti3bR5ZCKwA/s1600/ang+invitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwjjJh1bofI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ti3bR5ZCKwA/s400/ang+invitation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406821105499087346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Invitation!!  So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwjfIUluPQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Q2yek3C2U-M/s1600/diaper+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwjfIUluPQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Q2yek3C2U-M/s400/diaper+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406816686717156610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiercy's awesome diaper cake!! Thanks Tierc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwjfXWhJnRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GGMtooweETg/s1600/shower+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwjfXWhJnRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GGMtooweETg/s400/shower+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406816944932887826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly's custom made cake just for me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwjgbEuMD6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/gjMk2KKcgmM/s1600/cake+pops.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwjgbEuMD6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/gjMk2KKcgmM/s400/cake+pops.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406818108386840482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiercy's yummy cake pops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Swjje_B6WVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FkRINg4HEEk/s1600/AngiesDay+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Swjje_B6WVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FkRINg4HEEk/s400/AngiesDay+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406821474113313106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwjjumwaQ7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/L5l07rQH4nc/s1600/AngiesDay+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwjjumwaQ7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/L5l07rQH4nc/s400/AngiesDay+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406821742475363250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwjkpN4q2JI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dXIDVgYwz_o/s1600/AngiesDay+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwjkpN4q2JI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dXIDVgYwz_o/s400/AngiesDay+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406822749411399826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great friends and yummy food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for a great shower!  Everything was amazing from the food to the gifts, to the visiting!  PINK RULES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-6619051926523293933?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6619051926523293933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=6619051926523293933&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/6619051926523293933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/6619051926523293933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/overdue.html' title='Overdue!!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SwjjJh1bofI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ti3bR5ZCKwA/s72-c/ang+invitation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-4390337009546061704</id><published>2009-11-14T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:20:32.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot With The Kiddies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sv-rDIxvzuI/AAAAAAAAAVs/UDaPZKX9_9c/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sv-rDIxvzuI/AAAAAAAAAVs/UDaPZKX9_9c/s400/097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404226148251979490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Brad and I took the kids to take their pictures.  Too bad I forgot to put my camera back on High Quality and I am going to have to do a redo but I think they still turned out pretty cute!! I love my babies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sv-pTtLbaGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/hWdGHlLiZus/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sv-pTtLbaGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/hWdGHlLiZus/s400/088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404224233878022242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Pretty Little Piper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sv-pB6kg2pI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uhM4S8t_5xI/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sv-pB6kg2pI/AAAAAAAAAVU/uhM4S8t_5xI/s400/089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404223928235252370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Logan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sv-oz3ZA00I/AAAAAAAAAVM/SkX6Fd9rbCA/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sv-oz3ZA00I/AAAAAAAAAVM/SkX6Fd9rbCA/s400/077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404223686863541058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Trey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sv-ocIhA9MI/AAAAAAAAAVA/A5XI8v8V85Y/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sv-ocIhA9MI/AAAAAAAAAVA/A5XI8v8V85Y/s400/073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404223279143646402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Maysen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-4390337009546061704?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4390337009546061704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=4390337009546061704&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/4390337009546061704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/4390337009546061704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/photo-shoot-with-kiddies.html' title='Photo Shoot With The Kiddies!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sv-rDIxvzuI/AAAAAAAAAVs/UDaPZKX9_9c/s72-c/097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-2125514024275272747</id><published>2009-08-09T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:40:13.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piper... We love you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8mFT-hw0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/35AmESXSdZE/s1600-h/006+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8mFT-hw0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/35AmESXSdZE/s400/006+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368051153552655170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8krH7MstI/AAAAAAAAAUE/JRY6IOX8DbM/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8krH7MstI/AAAAAAAAAUE/JRY6IOX8DbM/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368049604129239762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8i9k-aDWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/sZLVxv2_Ulo/s1600-h/186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8i9k-aDWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/sZLVxv2_Ulo/s400/186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368047722141715810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8idsQPrlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/36T4j7EWxk0/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8idsQPrlI/AAAAAAAAAT0/36T4j7EWxk0/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368047174339767890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8h8AVi_pI/AAAAAAAAATs/YpLc2dNNtq8/s1600-h/034+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8h8AVi_pI/AAAAAAAAATs/YpLc2dNNtq8/s400/034+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368046595615162002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8hfub2tNI/AAAAAAAAATk/_jBZoL93uFA/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8hfub2tNI/AAAAAAAAATk/_jBZoL93uFA/s400/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368046109773444306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8gz084o9I/AAAAAAAAATc/6yAjjTm0bNE/s1600-h/004+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8gz084o9I/AAAAAAAAATc/6yAjjTm0bNE/s400/004+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368045355608351698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited to have our new little girl Piper who was born August 6.  We have been waiting for her for a long time.  She has three AWESOME big brothers to protect her... Will she ever date?  Let's not get ahead of ourselves!! Her brothers are so excited to have her as well.  We are all so happy she got her safe and sound!!  Her nursery was fun to decorate.  Here are some pics to enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-2125514024275272747?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2125514024275272747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=2125514024275272747&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/2125514024275272747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/2125514024275272747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2009/08/piper-we-love-you.html' title='Piper... We love you!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/Sn8mFT-hw0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/35AmESXSdZE/s72-c/006+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-4460956966286781415</id><published>2009-01-01T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:18:56.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Can Opener?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SV0TosQeH2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/S0XtPAkyjDc/s1600-h/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SV0TosQeH2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/S0XtPAkyjDc/s400/IMG_0606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286403127398768482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logan......what a healthy, strong, vibrant child.  I'm pretty sure he could be a human can opener.  He brought me a battery the other day and said, "Mom, Do batteries have poison in them because I was trying to get it out of a toy, with my teeth, and this is what I did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, clean, pure cut right off the top of the battery.  Now those are some serious skills Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to know that when times get&lt;br /&gt;really bad.... and we have forgotten to add the can opener to the food       storage...we will have&lt;br /&gt;Logan.  No prob on eating the canned goods right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SV0SvYt6mvI/AAAAAAAAASs/wEqm2fgNgNM/s1600-h/IMG_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SV0SvYt6mvI/AAAAAAAAASs/wEqm2fgNgNM/s400/IMG_0608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286402142901017330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we were all blessed with different skills in life.... Logan's a little more unusual than most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Love you Logan!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-4460956966286781415?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4460956966286781415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=4460956966286781415&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/4460956966286781415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/4460956966286781415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/human-can-opener.html' title='Human Can Opener?'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SV0TosQeH2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/S0XtPAkyjDc/s72-c/IMG_0606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-4421363033740195801</id><published>2008-12-01T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:47:49.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hula Hula zzzzzzzz...........</title><content type='html'>So the other day, My little Trey (hey I just rhymed...am I so cool?)  Anyhoo, he was in the family room playing and usually when it gets really quiet......I expect mischief but to my surprise... I came in to find this........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/STSJxyfMizI/AAAAAAAAASk/i9S3rcYwSKY/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/STSJxyfMizI/AAAAAAAAASk/i9S3rcYwSKY/s400/080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274992552016907058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had fallen asleep inside the Hula Hoop!  At first I thought he was playing because his new thing is pretending to be asleep.  So I quietly snuck up on him to see if he would giggle and I heard deep breathing and possibly some small snores instead.  Isn't he so cute?  I love my baby!  Okay so he's technically not a baby anymore as he will be 3 on Saturday.... 3 I say!  HOLY COW!  Where did those years go? I guess when the "baby" is using the "But I'm the baby" card, he isn't really a baby.   Is it time for another? Maybe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    I love you Trey!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-4421363033740195801?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4421363033740195801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=4421363033740195801&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/4421363033740195801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/4421363033740195801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/hula-hula-zzzzzzzz.html' title='Hula Hula zzzzzzzz...........'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/STSJxyfMizI/AAAAAAAAASk/i9S3rcYwSKY/s72-c/080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-6711274267312068696</id><published>2008-11-25T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:14:08.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Product!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been a little behind on the blogging. This is way overdue but I wanted to post the final and finished costumes of my babies on Halloween! Although we forgot the furry gloves!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSxnianC2QI/AAAAAAAAASA/5mGWVpFmoxU/s1600-h/156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSxnianC2QI/AAAAAAAAASA/5mGWVpFmoxU/s400/156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272703104700307714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSxqjEKI4fI/AAAAAAAAASY/GLv7vxaBWIY/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSxqjEKI4fI/AAAAAAAAASY/GLv7vxaBWIY/s400/138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272706414388240882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSxnMNk2XUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/CqqhN5l6Zmk/s1600-h/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSxme3Haj3I/AAAAAAAAARg/rOdsDTtogpo/s400/122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272701944121167730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSxpDCAzS2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/AWt0S8G_6nk/s1600-h/158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSxpDCAzS2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/AWt0S8G_6nk/s400/158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272704764544764770" 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/6425123803086858736-6711274267312068696?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6711274267312068696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=6711274267312068696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/6711274267312068696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/6711274267312068696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/final-product.html' title='The Final Product!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSxnianC2QI/AAAAAAAAASA/5mGWVpFmoxU/s72-c/156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-2595365506798448132</id><published>2008-11-16T09:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:52:34.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CURVE BALL!!</title><content type='html'>You know those times when you are going through life, everything seems to be going pretty good, and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;, you get thrown a curve ball, (and not the ball thrown at me in a past blog post i posted where I swore at a church game!)  Well, that was us recently and that would be why the blog has been neglected as of late!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start from the beginning.  A few months ago, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maysen&lt;/span&gt; (my oldest) had a retainer device put into his mouth to move his back molar back and twist it around because it came in the wrong direction.  Well, he tends to have a lot of anxiety about the Dentist (I have no idea where he got that from, cause I NEVER freak out when I have to go the dentist). Anyway, he threw kind of a tantrum because of the glue to put the retainer in, and he thought it was going to hurt.  Well, because of his tantrum, he got glue on his tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here we are three months later, and two days before Halloween, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maysen&lt;/span&gt; comes into me and says, "Mom, look what the glue did to my tongue!"  He proceeded to show me his tongue and my heart immediately dropped into my stomach!!  What I saw, did not look like the cause of some harmless glue from his retainer and it had not been there two weeks prior when I put a pill for him to swallow on the back of his tongue.  This is what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSB8p3PcsYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5fK71IF4tz0/s1600-h/photo-1+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSB8p3PcsYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5fK71IF4tz0/s400/photo-1+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269348622668706178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It must have grown under his tongue and then finally broke through the top of his tongue because his tongue was split open and this was protruding out from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Immediately&lt;/span&gt; the next morning, I had him into the doctors office and having worked in the medical field for so long, you tend to be able to read the faces of doctors a little more.   When he showed the doctor his tongue, I could see the concern and possibly a small gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; performed blood work and his awesome MA got on the phone to get us into a specialist and was able to amazingly get us fit in at Primary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; in two days!! What a great MA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to stay at Brad's parents the night before because his appointment was really early in the morning and they live closer, and we would be able to leave our other kids asleep.  On the way to their house, we of course, can't do anything without having other things fall apart around us.  We had a blowout on the car.  Great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, which just happened to also be Halloween, we were up at a Pediatric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ENT's&lt;/span&gt; office at Primary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; getting his tongue assessed.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; got the exact same concerned look on his face and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, possibly a small gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sent us over for a CT scan because of a small lump which they thought they also found in his neck, but that just turned out to be a swollen lymph node.  They did find some thickening of the throat which the doctor says may or may not be something depending on what we find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Maysen&lt;/span&gt; was scheduled for surgery for the following Monday (three days later) and it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt; to get the retainer out for that.  We tracked down a dentist to remove his retainer, and he too got that same look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I am obvious&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSB-0HuQxYI/AAAAAAAAARA/RoN33QYHN3M/s1600-h/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSB-0HuQxYI/AAAAAAAAARA/RoN33QYHN3M/s400/161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269350997914862978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; imagining the worst as any parent would probably do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday comes and we take him in to have the mass, or lesion, or tumor, which it had been called all three terms, removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His surgery went well and now it was just the waiting game of whether the biopsies came back with cancer or not.  We had gotten the car fixed by this point with all different tires put on and were on our way home from the hospital when..... yip.... you guessed it... another blow out.    Thats just how we roll around our household!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor assured us that the results would take 24 to 48 hours.  Those hours were long and when I called up at 48 hours and they said no results yet, I was anxious.  I called again at 72 hours, still no results.  Again, the next day, still no results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Friday, I was ready to be admitted into the insane asylum and was going crazy.  I decided to give it one last shot and call up there again.  The nurse said,"I'm sorry, still no results."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I am pretty much ready to go postal on someone at this point and told her she better call down to pathology and find out what is going on, or I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSB_LiZX6tI/AAAAAAAAARI/3b-f8Xzdlqk/s1600-h/162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSB_LiZX6tI/AAAAAAAAARI/3b-f8Xzdlqk/s400/162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269351400211999442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called down there and called me back within five minutes and tells me that they had to order special stains to read the tissue.  I'm thinking, what does that mean?  Does that mean, they found something but want to be sure or what?  She then tells me they won't have results until the following Monday.  (A week after the surgery was performed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Cow!! I swear a week is supposed to go by way quicker than that!!  Monday night, I finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a call from the doctor, hoping for good news but as prepared as I could be to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; the bad news and he tells me the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSCOYH2QsyI/AAAAAAAAARY/CDY3od7wB5c/s1600-h/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSCOYH2QsyI/AAAAAAAAARY/CDY3od7wB5c/s400/163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269368109098119970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi this is Dr. G.  I am so sorry that it has taken so long to get the biopsy results to you.  I do want to let you know that there was no cancer found in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; biopsy.  We did however find in the tissue removed, a foreign object that was too hard to see what it was under the microscope but somehow a foreign object got inside of his tongue and was trying work its way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of the same reaction as an ingrown toenail trying to work itself out.  It had caused it to become this huge protrusion, tumor, mass, lesion, whatever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we can figure is that, when he threw the tantrum while getting the retainer put in, maybe he did get cut on the tongue and maybe it was glue or something else that got inside his tongue and then healed.  Then, three and a half months later, was trying to work its way out!!  It looks like maybe Maysen did know what he was talking about when he said the glue did it to his tongue.  I guess we will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that I was so relieved to hear that news. My heart wasn't sinking anymore! I could breath again.  I never want to have to go through that again and pray that I won't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the doctor admitted to me that he had no idea what it was and that it made him very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gained maybe an inkling of an understanding as those who have to actually gone through the nightmare of being told their child is sick with a disease that could take their life but still don't have a clue what it would really be like had I had been told my child had cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good reminder to not take life for granted and tell your loved ones how much you love them often.    Squeeze your kids extra hard and extra long!! (Well, my kids are always telling me not to squeeze them so hard because they can't breath but ya know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't totally come out of this empty handed though.  I have been trying for two years to figure out why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Maysen&lt;/span&gt; has been having sleeping problems.  It has been affecting his life in every way.  He is falling way behind in school because of it. (At least that it my opinion of why he is falling behind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors up to this point have just wanted to put him on sleeping pills and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; really all.  I was about to call an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; myself and have him tested for some things when all of this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now know that he has a deviated septum, enlarged tonsils and are testing for sleep apnea.  Hopefully we will have some answers soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-2595365506798448132?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2595365506798448132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=2595365506798448132&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/2595365506798448132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/2595365506798448132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/curve-ball.html' title='CURVE BALL!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SSB8p3PcsYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5fK71IF4tz0/s72-c/photo-1+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-8867877569206844869</id><published>2008-10-06T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:02:26.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvin, Simon, Theodore!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SOpuuzgFH1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/PGcovigC57I/s1600-h/alvin+and+chip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SOpuuzgFH1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/PGcovigC57I/s400/alvin+and+chip3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254133665658904402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SOpunnBE3AI/AAAAAAAAALw/ieRkdom1HCs/s1600-h/chipmunks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SOpunnBE3AI/AAAAAAAAALw/ieRkdom1HCs/s400/chipmunks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254133542048553986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SOpuZ97YXQI/AAAAAAAAALo/Sdh60tPFMy4/s1600-h/alvin+and+chip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SOpuZ97YXQI/AAAAAAAAALo/Sdh60tPFMy4/s400/alvin+and+chip2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254133307680513282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay these are the partial pics of my boys Halloween Costumes.  Thanks to my little sis, Kimbie, the are going to look awesome.  I had the sweatshirts and everything but she made the fuzzy butts.  They are so cute.  I can't wait to see the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is the personalities fit my kids perfect!!! Can anyone guess who Alvin is?  Anyway, Thanks Kimbie again for doing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-8867877569206844869?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8867877569206844869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=8867877569206844869&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/8867877569206844869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/8867877569206844869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/alvin-simon-theodore.html' title='Alvin, Simon, Theodore!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SOpuuzgFH1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/PGcovigC57I/s72-c/alvin+and+chip3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-8365067942689936598</id><published>2008-10-01T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:08:37.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution of Man!!!</title><content type='html'>Thank heavens for the evolution of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjgypFAAkQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjgypFAAkQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2ezsVkv0pg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2ezsVkv0pg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-8365067942689936598?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8365067942689936598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=8365067942689936598&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/8365067942689936598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/8365067942689936598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/evolution-of-man.html' title='Evolution of Man!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-7441177528728564911</id><published>2008-08-13T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:57:56.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reunion of Old Friends!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SKMujccDDuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nrqRB0aYnU0/s1600-h/DSCF1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SKMujccDDuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nrqRB0aYnU0/s400/DSCF1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234078378398781154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night we had a BBQ of some old friends I used to work with at a disabled womens group home.  It was  a lot of fun to see everyone again.  Thanks guys for such a fun night.  We definitely need to do that more often than once every decade.  Hope to see you all again soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Amy we missed you but were excited to hear about your night at the police station.  Ha Ha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-7441177528728564911?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7441177528728564911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=7441177528728564911&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/7441177528728564911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/7441177528728564911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/reunion-of-old-friends.html' title='A Reunion of Old Friends!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SKMujccDDuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nrqRB0aYnU0/s72-c/DSCF1108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-3490889993067177073</id><published>2008-07-20T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:02.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk Down Memory Lane?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SIQTd55C6ZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/V1njf21kpsk/s1600-h/memory+lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SIQTd55C6ZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/V1njf21kpsk/s200/memory+lane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225322872133839250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually copy peoples blogs because I feel like I'm not original then but this looks like too much fun to pass up.  I copied this from my friend Nat.  Here are the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory you and I had together.  It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember.   If we are only blogging buddies, leave a comment about your favorite post of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.  It's actually pretty funny to see the responses.  If you leave a memory about me, I will assume you are playing the game and I will come to your blog and leave one about you.  If you don't want to play or don't have a blog, I will leave a memory of you in my comments on my blog.  It is fun to see what people remember about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-3490889993067177073?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3490889993067177073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=3490889993067177073&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/3490889993067177073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/3490889993067177073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='A Walk Down Memory Lane?'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SIQTd55C6ZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/V1njf21kpsk/s72-c/memory+lane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-1305177128205786803</id><published>2008-07-19T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:02.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouth Like a Sailor!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SIIJPv9PoVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1f8ScVQI-xk/s1600-h/fat+lip+pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SIIJPv9PoVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1f8ScVQI-xk/s200/fat+lip+pics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224748683879227730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those days you wish you could just stop....rewind....redo?  Well last Saturday was one of those days for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a church softball game last Saturday.  So the first inning starts, Awesome!  I made it to home plate.  Then we are outfield and I step up to pitch.  I pitch and the catcher caught it.  Well, just before she threw it back to me, I looked to first and was temporarily blinded by the sun.  I turn back just as she throws it to me, only....... I couldn't see where the ball was going.  That's okay, I think to myself, I'll just guess where the ball is going.  BAD GUESS!!!  The ball went right under my mitt and hit me in the mouth.  My tooth went through my lip and I knocked a tooth slightly loose, but at the time, this is how it went down in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went something like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, another hit to the mouth, more stitches and broken teeth, just like in highschool when I had a bad cheerleading accident and caught a girl by myself with my head.  I broke her fall and paid for it.  That day is still gone from the memory bank because I suffered a pretty severe concussion, broken teeth, and stitches in my lip.  I raved like a lunatic all day about weird things and kept asking the same questions over and over again.  My brain was spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can possibly imagine, after getting hit with the softball on Saturday, that I might be a little frustrated with what possibly may have to be endured, and at that moment, as irrational as my thinking may have been, I lost it.  I was peeved and started raving like a lunatic the following:  #@%$ it is always my mouth DA#@%T!!  I threw my mitt down and left the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loving husband, probably so embarrassed is trying to calm me down saying, "Would you quit acting like I would if this was me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calming down, I realized that I had just acted like an idiot, and wait.... was that a church softball game that I just rattled off a few choice words at?  Yip!  It was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, I am thinking maybe it would have been better if I had gotten a concussion out of the deal, at least then, I wouldn't remember raving like a lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is good with no broken teeth and a fat lip that is getting better but the moral of this story is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are going to act like an idiot... try to get a concussion first!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-1305177128205786803?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1305177128205786803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=1305177128205786803&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/1305177128205786803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/1305177128205786803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/mouth-like-sailor.html' title='Mouth Like a Sailor!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SIIJPv9PoVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1f8ScVQI-xk/s72-c/fat+lip+pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-7373373741747777831</id><published>2008-06-23T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:02.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolin it Down!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SGAhLCL43GI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CgCDrLrXj4w/s1600-h/air+conditioner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SGAhLCL43GI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CgCDrLrXj4w/s200/air+conditioner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215204841944046690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the long awaited day came for me after two years of waiting...  No, I wasn't waiting for a missionary, been there and done my time with that.  We now have what modern society likes to call central air.  This would have been my third summer running with no A/C and I wasn't havin it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you right now are thinking, "Oh that is great that they can finally afford air conditioning."  Not the case.  The unit has been sitting on the back patio for a year just waiting to be hooked up.  Its called time.  The hubby has none especially lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally broke down and paid someone to hook it up for us and we were so excited to be able to enjoy the cool air.  The first day of having it, I was enjoying it thinking no more being hot and what do you know.... the power went out for a couple of hours.  Didn't get to enjoy it for very long before it was abrubtly stripped from me again.  At least this time it was temporary.  I have now been enjoying it for five days.  Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell Brad but now I'm cold all the time and I keep turning the target temperature up.  My internal thermostat must be broken..... or I am so used to 90 degrees that I have to adjust to the climate change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-7373373741747777831?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7373373741747777831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=7373373741747777831&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/7373373741747777831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/7373373741747777831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/coolin-it-down.html' title='Coolin it Down!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SGAhLCL43GI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CgCDrLrXj4w/s72-c/air+conditioner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-1941922862577884495</id><published>2008-05-30T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:02.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Turn Me On and I Miss You!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SEDpkiFx9jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JVqmahIgIaI/s1600-h/car+keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SEDpkiFx9jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JVqmahIgIaI/s200/car+keys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206417983075907122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I miss you and need you so.&lt;br /&gt;I sit in the driveway with nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the sun rise and I watch the sun set.&lt;br /&gt;You are the best friend that I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one who holds my only key.&lt;br /&gt;How many days til we find you? One, two , or three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come home safely and please come home soon.&lt;br /&gt;Until I see you again, I will sit and watch the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough with the rhyming.  I do have to ask myself today why I don't listen when I am prompted to do something.  The little voice in my head yesterday telling me to go get a second key made for the Honda Accord.  Did I do it, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on me, now we sit with no key to the Honda with no spare set.  Today Logan came and got the keys without my knowledge because he was so sure he had left something in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he brought the keys back in and set them on the stairs.  I had seven children at my home today being watched and so it is a very good possibility that he did do what he said and one of the babies walked off with the keys and hid them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After searching for a while, I asked him if he got into the car or just into the trunk.  He told me the trunk.  I was a little excited at this point thinking he opened the trunk, set them down, and then after looking for whatever it was he was looking for, closed the trunk.  Now the only task was getting inside the car to pop the trunk.  How do we do that?.....We call the police to break into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice officer came and unlocked the car for me and I eagerly pop the trunk to find.........Nothing.  The officer yells out before he leaves, " Are they in there?"  I reply with a No.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks anyway officer, at least now I can get the carseat and booster out of the car to transfer to the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, Brad got called into work tonight and goes to start his truck and..... yip, it won't start.  It is completely out of gas so he decides to take the van to the Chevron to fill up a can of gas.   About ten minutes after he leaves, my phone rings.  This was the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Brad: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Brad:  Do you know where our other set of keys to the van are?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No, Why?&lt;br /&gt;Brad:  I locked the keys in the van.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No, you can't leave the keys in the car and shut the door.  (We have a really dumb security system on the van that will lock the door when you go to open it, don't ask me.  All the other doors were locked already because they lock automatically after you hit 15mph.)&lt;br /&gt;Brad:  Can you look for them while I walk home.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yeah, sorry I would come bring them to you but, we can't find the keys to the car, and your  truck is out of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad finally made it home and we were able to find the other set of van keys.  Thank heavens.  I sure didn't want to be the one to call the police a second time to break into a second car all in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we have one running vehicle with keys to turn it on.  As for the keys to the honda, we hope we find you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is:  Make sure you always have a second set of keys to every car, you know where they are, and most importantly, listen to the voice in your head when you are prompted to do something.  Oh and don't forget, things always happen in three's..... or fours, or fives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-1941922862577884495?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1941922862577884495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=1941922862577884495&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/1941922862577884495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/1941922862577884495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-turn-me-on-and-i-miss-you.html' title='You Turn Me On and I Miss You!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SEDpkiFx9jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JVqmahIgIaI/s72-c/car+keys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-4600710595693969728</id><published>2008-05-24T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:02.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Old Faithful!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SDhSPyFx9iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tJEKMR0TihQ/s1600-h/old+faithful2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SDhSPyFx9iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tJEKMR0TihQ/s200/old+faithful2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203999800524142114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, so a couple of days ago, Logan had to go to the bathroom so he went and a few minutes later,ran out of the bathroom completely traumatized.  He was crying so hard, he couldn't even talk.  I tried to get out of him what was wrong.  I asked him if he didn't make it to the toilet and had an accident or if he got hurt.  He just said, "No, just come here mom."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At this point, I am thinking that I am going to find a mouse, or some huge spider in the bathroom that freaked him out so we walk into the bathroom and what to my dismay.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was water everywhere but it didn't look like the toilet had overflowed it looked like it was sprayed everywhere.  I asked Logan what happened, and he said," The water just sprayed out of the toilet."  I then asked him if he even flushed the toilet and he said,"No."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So as I was cleaning it up, I started hearing weird knocking in the walls and the drains were making funny noises.  I immediately call Brad and explained that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;d Faithful had gone off in our bathroom.  He had me check a few things inside the tank and things checked out to be normal.  We were just baffled of what had happened.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, our neighbor across the street called Brad and said," I have a strange question for you, did you have some sort of sewer surge yesterday because when I got home all of my toilets were wet and there was water on the floor by them."  Brad said," as a matter of fact, Yes"  and explained what had happened with Logan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our neighbor explained that he had called the city and asked what had happened and it turns out that they were pressurizing one of the man holes on our street and put too much air into the pipe and therefore it caused the sewer surge or "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;d Faithful" in the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poor Logan.  The kid is completely traumatized and refuses to use that toilet even though we explained what had happened.  It is sad that our kid is scared of his own house considering he is already scared of our jetted tub as last year, when he was in it and it wasn't completely filled past the jets and he accidentally bumped the button to turn on the jets but didn't know he had bumped the button.    He just thought it did it on its own and water sprayed all over the bathroom then.  That was a year ago and he still won't use the jetted tub so I'm pretty sure it will be quite a while before he uses the toilet again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brads comment was,"Well, I don't think we have to worry about him wanting to become a plumber."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that Logan had just gotten off the toilet before it had exploded.  I can't imagine what we would be dealing with if he was still sitting on the toilet when it happened but I'm pretty sure it would involve counseling. We love you Logan and hope that you will overcome these issues sometime before you hit puberty. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a good thing when Brad installed the plumbing, he didn't install a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bidet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-4600710595693969728?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4600710595693969728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=4600710595693969728&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/4600710595693969728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/4600710595693969728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/ol-faithful.html' title='&quot;Old Faithful!&quot;'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SDhSPyFx9iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tJEKMR0TihQ/s72-c/old+faithful2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-6530639558939141475</id><published>2008-05-10T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:03.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Water!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SCi9-9VKV4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/w6J-cehCLQk/s1600-h/DSCI0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SCi9-9VKV4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/w6J-cehCLQk/s200/DSCI0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199614659112097666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SCi9tNVKV3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/gze-BKaz5HA/s1600-h/DSCI0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SCi9tNVKV3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/gze-BKaz5HA/s200/DSCI0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199614354169419634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Last Saturday, Maysen was baptized and confirmed.  Earlier in the week, Trey had been throwing up for four days straight so we were worried that come baptism day, things were going to be crazy.  The morning of the baptism, everyone woke up and nobody was throwing up.  It was a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started getting ready for the baptism and sure enough, a half hour before the baptism, Logan came to me with sunken in eyes and green skin and says," Mom,  I don't feel good." Too late to cancel at this point, we went ahead and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baptism was great and I was so proud of Maysen but during the talk portion, I was in the back with a throw up bowl and Logan lying on the bench just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vomiting occured luckily but it was very hard to get pics.  I am trying to round some up from other people so the pics will be to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the baptism we had a luncheon and Trey still tired and groggy and Logan not feeling good, went and lied down in my bed and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost made it the whole day and then when the last two families were left, Trey lost it again.  I thought he was done.  Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, after Logan had gone to bed, he woke up throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we made it through the baptism!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all of you who were invited and came, thank you.  I'm sorry if we got you sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-6530639558939141475?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6530639558939141475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=6530639558939141475&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/6530639558939141475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/6530639558939141475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/under-water.html' title='Under Water!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SCi9-9VKV4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/w6J-cehCLQk/s72-c/DSCI0546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-3415685922294958472</id><published>2008-04-26T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:03.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World In HD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SBQdiK6Ka_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/laAqk58oR4U/s1600-h/sunglasses.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SBQdiK6Ka_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/laAqk58oR4U/s320/sunglasses.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193808743146089458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recently was watching television and saw a commercial for a product called &lt;a href="http://hdwraparounds.com/"&gt;HD wrap arounds.&lt;/a&gt;  The way it works, is these sunglass type things wrap around your current prescription glasses.  Magically, when you put these wrap arounds on, the world is seen in HD.  When I saw this commercial, I had to ask myself, " Isn't HD meant to see things with as much detail as possible?"  So my question is, how do you see something that is real, in HD when that is the whole point to HD is to see it in the most detail possible.  How do you see anything in more detail than looking at the real thing? Seriously, I thought God was perfect when he created the earth and I didn't think that HD was better than the real thing.   So I have included the link to this site so you can see for yourself the difference of the world, and the world in HD.  If you ask me, I think it is just the Ambervision company trying to make a comeback.  Check it out for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-3415685922294958472?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3415685922294958472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=3415685922294958472&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/3415685922294958472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/3415685922294958472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/world-in-hd.html' title='The World In HD?'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SBQdiK6Ka_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/laAqk58oR4U/s72-c/sunglasses.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-7253610407938541213</id><published>2008-04-07T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:03.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Your Pet is One Thing..... But Come On!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R_saKy-XxQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/C5w019zR4j0/s1600-h/88-Heart-Photo-Paw+Prints-Mess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R_saKy-XxQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/C5w019zR4j0/s320/88-Heart-Photo-Paw+Prints-Mess.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186768168631649538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the other day, as we were putting a search in for a certain breed of dog (my husbands thing), we came across this &lt;a href="http://familypeturnsandcaskets.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; where you can get products for all your pets needs.  Anything from caskets, to urns, to keepsakes, engravings, to headstones, and even funeral services.  Do people really do this? I was amazed to see that there are actually pet funeral homes and tiny caskets. I was also intrigued that there were pet cemetaries too?  I thought that was just a movie.  I know I have never seen one.    The prices for these services are so reasonable ranging from $120- $550 per product.  So, as I sat and pondered on the many services offered, I thought of you Steve and your poor little doggies that are on their last leg.  Now you know how to best care for them as they pass on from this life.  The joy they will have knowing that they had the best of love when they left this life.  For anyone out there who loves their pet, please let them know that they were loved when they leave this world by giving them the proper burial or have them creamated to always have a piece of them on your mantle.   For only the price of an arm and a leg, you too can cherish the memories of your pet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-7253610407938541213?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7253610407938541213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=7253610407938541213&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/7253610407938541213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/7253610407938541213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/loving-your-pet-is-one-thing-but-come.html' title='Loving Your Pet is One Thing..... But Come On!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R_saKy-XxQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/C5w019zR4j0/s72-c/88-Heart-Photo-Paw+Prints-Mess.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-3382988004633582746</id><published>2008-04-06T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T08:34:23.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Granny</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGTPh5c4xHQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGTPh5c4xHQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-3382988004633582746?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3382988004633582746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=3382988004633582746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/3382988004633582746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/3382988004633582746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/angry-granny.html' title='Angry Granny'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-5220526679290027975</id><published>2008-03-28T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:03.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag- You're It!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Four Jobs I Have Had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Receptionist&lt;br /&gt;2. Delivery girl for Airborne Express&lt;br /&gt;3. CNA&lt;br /&gt;4.Medical Transcriptionist&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Four Movies I Watch Over and Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Tommy Boy&lt;br /&gt;2. Multiplicity (Pizza Stheve)&lt;br /&gt;3. See Spot Run&lt;br /&gt;4. Mickey Blue Eyes ( forget about id)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Four Places I have Lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Utah&lt;br /&gt;2. Utah&lt;br /&gt;3. Utah&lt;br /&gt;4. Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I really have seen the world huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Four T.V. Shows I Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Moonlight&lt;br /&gt;2. Medium&lt;br /&gt;3. Samantha Who?&lt;br /&gt;4. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Four Places I have Been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Tiajuana, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;2. Vancouver, Canada&lt;br /&gt;3. San Diego, California&lt;br /&gt;4. Dallas, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I guess I have seen just beyond the edge of our world (No. America)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Four People who Email me regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;2. My Mom&lt;br /&gt;3. Austin&lt;br /&gt;4. American Eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Four Favorite Things to Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Spaghetti Factory&lt;br /&gt;2. Reeses Peanut Butter Cups&lt;br /&gt;3. Fresh Fruit&lt;br /&gt;4. Tigers Blood Snow Cones in the Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Four Places I'd rather Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SBTzHq6KbEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_zcCkihJDwQ/s1600-h/Captian+Jack+sparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SBTzHq6KbEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_zcCkihJDwQ/s200/Captian+Jack+sparrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194043583367900226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a Size 6 Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;2. On a Pirate Ship with Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;3. At Matthew McCoughnahay's House&lt;br /&gt;4. Riding in the pouch of a Kangaroo (always wanted to do that when I was little.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Four Things I look Forward to This Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Maysen's Baptism&lt;br /&gt;2. My Ten Year Wedding Anniversary (maybe I'll get a real Honeymoon.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Logan starting Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;4. The road while I am driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Four People to Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kimbie&lt;br /&gt;2. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;3. Steve&lt;br /&gt;4. Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-5220526679290027975?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5220526679290027975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=5220526679290027975&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/5220526679290027975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/5220526679290027975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag- You&apos;re It!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SBTzHq6KbEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_zcCkihJDwQ/s72-c/Captian+Jack+sparrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-7303906421851418513</id><published>2008-03-26T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:04.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded White Van</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R-su0y-XxMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zIaMaO7-wT0/s1600-h/white+vans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R-su0y-XxMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zIaMaO7-wT0/s320/white+vans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182287280791340226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, I went out at 9pm with my sister in law to go walking.  We were just minding our own business when all of a sudden the dreaded white van that Steve is always talking about slowly drove past us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought nothing of it, but then when we were on a completely different street, it drove past again.  At this point, I didn't know what to do.  There were so many options.  Do I toss my wallet away from me or do I run zigzag in case he has a gun?  I was totally ready to use my elbow if I needed to and if they would have captured us, I was ready to break out the taillights and stick my arms out and wave them like crazy hoping everyone would see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we made it safely home without any harm.  It's probably because we had our pepper spray and my unicorn dog with us.  Or maybe it was just Steve in a rental van out to scare all of the women in the neighborhood.  I don't really know, you will have to draw your own conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that it was a very close call and I was so thankful that we made it home safely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-7303906421851418513?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7303906421851418513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=7303906421851418513&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/7303906421851418513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/7303906421851418513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreaded-white-van.html' title='The Dreaded White Van'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R-su0y-XxMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zIaMaO7-wT0/s72-c/white+vans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-2825435280137704722</id><published>2008-03-24T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:04.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK- NEW AGAIN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R-iRjS-XxLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8jD-7C8YGzo/s1600-h/newkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R-iRjS-XxLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8jD-7C8YGzo/s320/newkids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181551406864647346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recently learned that the New Kids on the Block are getting back together.  What?  I mean, does it really work when the boys from a boy band are now 40+ years old?  I think that would mean that they are a man band? Right?  Who wants to see that?  Don't get me wrong, they were great in their time, but now?  Guess we will wait and see huh?  So if any of you closet NKOTB fans want to register and get on exclusive email lists among other things, I will include the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will happen when History repeats itself this time?  Here is the link to check it out for yourself. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nkotb.com/"&gt;www.nkotb.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-2825435280137704722?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2825435280137704722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=2825435280137704722&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/2825435280137704722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/2825435280137704722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-kids-on-block-new-again.html' title='NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK- NEW AGAIN?'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R-iRjS-XxLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8jD-7C8YGzo/s72-c/newkids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-7918520705523604572</id><published>2008-03-23T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:04.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit a Pin and Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R-b5FS-XxII/AAAAAAAAAEs/4UOw-sq1Z9g/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R-b5FS-XxII/AAAAAAAAAEs/4UOw-sq1Z9g/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181102290724439170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I officially became eligible to enter the Looney Bin yesterday.  Oh wait, I think I became eligible for that a long time ago. It was Logan's birthday and Brad and I were brave and took two 3 year olds, two 4 year olds, two 5 year olds, one 6 year old, one 7 year old, and a baby to the bowling alley.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between all the bathroom breaks (seriously one kid every two minutes, some children twice), and the wandering off by the three year old that only wanted to play the arcade games to the children pushing the reset button all the time, to all the kids yelling at once, to Trey walking up other peoples alley,we surprisingly enough got through the occasion with no serious problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a lot of fun though and 4 year old Hayley won the game with a whopping score of 126.  Way to Go Hayley.  I think I will try the bumpers next time.  Maybe it will improve my game.  After three hours of bowling, Pizza, cake and presents, we finally called it quits and drove them all home.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R-b4-y-XxHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_XE5wmSxlCA/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R-b4-y-XxHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_XE5wmSxlCA/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181102179055289458" 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/6425123803086858736-7918520705523604572?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7918520705523604572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=7918520705523604572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/7918520705523604572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/7918520705523604572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/hit-pin-and-win.html' title='Hit a Pin and Win'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R-b5FS-XxII/AAAAAAAAAEs/4UOw-sq1Z9g/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-8738023999255688200</id><published>2008-03-14T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:47:18.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom emailed this to me.  I thought it was hilarious and thought I would share.  Enjoy.  Good thing we don't have smellervision.  Please ignore the profanity, but this was too funny to pass up sharing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-61e3a6a154ca22d9" 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://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61e3a6a154ca22d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330376093%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D805FE64EAA7A92009A7B56DD75C99AAE5EF29C98.647C1B4153510D51098B3EA499CADECE4003064D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61e3a6a154ca22d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmL5mkkyHdLRIkOUavbycV2_Ng6Y&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://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61e3a6a154ca22d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330376093%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D805FE64EAA7A92009A7B56DD75C99AAE5EF29C98.647C1B4153510D51098B3EA499CADECE4003064D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61e3a6a154ca22d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmL5mkkyHdLRIkOUavbycV2_Ng6Y&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/6425123803086858736-8738023999255688200?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=61e3a6a154ca22d9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8738023999255688200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=8738023999255688200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/8738023999255688200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/8738023999255688200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mom-emailed-this-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-7701971703908442080</id><published>2008-03-13T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:04.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemical Peel-ing</title><content type='html'>Okay so lately I have asked myself the question over and over again of why, now that I am 30, and well past the puberty stage, do I start to breakout like a teenager again after a good ten years of keeping my skin relatively clear.  Thanks to Accutane (Not, just gave me my scars, and ruined my eyesight among other side effects).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after spending a lot of money in the past few months on face wash after face wash, I decided to indulge myself by trying something new.  Chemical peels.  Chemical peels are intended to&lt;br /&gt;get rid of aging spots,  improve skin texture, reduce pore size, and tighten the skin among other amazing results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my appointment with Alicia and she came and did a glycolic acid peel, no big deal. Turned out great.  A couple weeks later, set up another appointment and Alicia says, " Let's try something stronger".  I tell her I am game for anything that is going to help my skin and to be as aggressive as she feels necessary.  Here goes nothin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the feeling of my skin burning off, I am still excited to get rid of my bad skin.  Besides how bad could it be? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Well, the first day I was a little red, and the second day.............&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R9m0QxHVqlI/AAAAAAAAADw/45jwr3he98Y/s1600-h/michelle+pfiefer+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R9m0QxHVqlI/AAAAAAAAADw/45jwr3he98Y/s320/michelle+pfiefer+before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177367446794119762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Well, this is how I felt and looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I am running scared because my skin was so tight from the chemical peel, that I couldn't smile and it was starting to wrinkle up.  Then I notice, oh it is starting to peel so I think, like a mask peel, its going to peel off like after a sunburn turns to a tan right?  So I go to peel a little bit off my forehead, and pretty much my whole dang forehead came off.  Totally raw underneath and very painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I am thinking that I am doomed and my face will be like this forever and that  I am going to have to start wearing an ugly bag over my head and go throughout life. I would probably just use one from our Scout skit or something.    Desperate, I call Alicia's cell phone to tell her my horror story and get only her polite voicemail telling me,"I can't promise I will call you back, but you are welcome to leave a message." Of course I leave a message and hang up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too impatient at this point to wait for her to call me back, so I call a girl that used to work on my brothers skin and talked to her about the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that the skin had been peeled off prematurely and I would have to wait for it to tighten up again and dry out, but to let it peel on its own, in its own time.  She told me I would reap great rewards for waiting it out for a few rough days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will I go through this experience again, ABSOLUTELY.  If it will clear up my skin, I will do anything, as torturous as it may be.  Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         So, if Michele Pfiefer can go from this....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R9muoBHVqiI/AAAAAAAAADY/KRNdmoCRtTY/s1600-h/michelle+pfiefer+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R9muoBHVqiI/AAAAAAAAADY/KRNdmoCRtTY/s320/michelle+pfiefer+before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177361249156311586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   to this.......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R9mxqhHVqkI/AAAAAAAAADo/6jtM3SsAzQk/s1600-h/michelle+pfiefer+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R9mxqhHVqkI/AAAAAAAAADo/6jtM3SsAzQk/s320/michelle+pfiefer+after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177364590640867906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then there has got to be some hope for me right?  In the meantime, please, as hard as it may be, refrain from asking me weird questions such as:  Oh, are you the leper who never got healed, or what the @*$! happened to your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to laugh at me, just keep it inside.  After all, I would probably laugh if it happened to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Michele, what is your secret??  Chemical peel or a Shooting Star's heart?  Please be truthful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-7701971703908442080?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7701971703908442080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=7701971703908442080&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/7701971703908442080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/7701971703908442080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/chemical-peel-ing.html' title='Chemical Peel-ing'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R9m0QxHVqlI/AAAAAAAAADw/45jwr3he98Y/s72-c/michelle+pfiefer+before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-921310776076490973</id><published>2008-03-07T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:53:11.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Mouths of Babes (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;Bringin back the memories of Maysen's infancy.  This is exactly how it was all day, every day for a year.  He went through nine or ten outfits a day, and I went through two to three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8IRsGP-a2E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8IRsGP-a2E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-921310776076490973?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/921310776076490973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=921310776076490973&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/921310776076490973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/921310776076490973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/seriously-maysen.html' title='From the Mouths of Babes (Part 2)'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-6138714253423966965</id><published>2008-03-07T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:53:34.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Mouths of Babes (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>So I was going back and reading out of the journals I started for each of my kids when they were little of little funny things that they say or cute things they do.  Yes, I am now two or three years behind so I need to be better.  I was laughing at some of the different things that my kids have said and wanted to share one or two with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, when Maysen was probably 4 years old, he was in the back seat of the car and my little brother had asked me to take his friend Steve home.  All the way there in the car, Maysen kept staring at Steve.  I kind of wondered what was up with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Steve got out of my car, Maysen asked my little brother if that was Steve.  My brother, Austin, replied, "Yes."  Maysen then proceeded to ask, "If that is Steve, then where is side table drawer.?" My little brother's friend Steve was wearing a green striped t-shirt with two different  shades of green and had dark hair.    He looked a lot like Steve from Blue's Clues.  I could see how a 4 year old could be confused by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, Brad was trying to leave for work when Logan jumped out in front of the door and said,"No, you can't go to work, you have to stay home with us."  Brad told him that he wished he could stay home with us but he had to go to work.  Logan then proceeded to get his mean face on (those of you that know him well, know which face I am talking about) and said, "Dad, do you wanna piece of me?"  I guess children really do repeat what they hear as Brad and I joke in that manner a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just edited this post because I originally wasn't going to post this next story as I would not want to offend anyone reading it.  After some thinking, I decided that I would take that risk and post it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three years ago, Maysen said something and referred to his chest as breasts.  I then explained that women had breasts and men had pecks.  He then said," So Aubrey's mom next door has pecks right?"  I reminded him again that women had breasts not pecks.  He got really upset and said, " NO she doesn't mom, she has pecks.  There is nothing there and her chest is flat like mine.  She has pecks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all you women out there who are flat chested, sorry.  Okay, let's be truthful, no I'm not.  Besides it can be just as hard to have the exact opposite problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-6138714253423966965?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6138714253423966965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=6138714253423966965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/6138714253423966965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/6138714253423966965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-mouths-of-babes.html' title='From the Mouths of Babes (Part 1)'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-8307721594790573614</id><published>2008-03-03T20:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:05.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Day in Paradise?</title><content type='html'>So the day began as any other day.  The sun shining in through the windows and the sound of birds chirping to awaken you from a full, restful night of sleep.  NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to a child shaking you saying "Mom I"m hungry, after a night of one child in your bed laying the wrong way kicking you and your husband out of the bed giving you only a small sliver of space to sleep, or better yet , making you sleep at the other end, or move out to the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started into the normal ritual of life and got the toddler a yogurt. I set him up to the table to eat it.  I still had not had time to take a potty break for myself yet so I decide to indulge myself for that two minutes of pure serenity in the bathroom. (If you count the other child pounding on the door the whole time serenity.)  I was gone for two minutes, TWO MINUTES.  What the.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to a child who had climbed off his chair, went into the office and was flinging yogurt all over everything, including the Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8zXfxOh5nI/AAAAAAAAACM/yfWtDKyDR-Y/s1600-h/IMGA0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8zXfxOh5nI/AAAAAAAAACM/yfWtDKyDR-Y/s320/IMGA0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173747012732053106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8zU3BOh5mI/AAAAAAAAACE/J0WL4_1-hio/s1600-h/IMGA0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8zU3BOh5mI/AAAAAAAAACE/J0WL4_1-hio/s320/IMGA0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173744113629128290" 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;Okay, I say to myself, just let it go and move on with your day, and as I am cleaning it up, yip you guessed it, he was off on another venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Marker in hand, he drew a masterpiece on one of the doors in the house.  Can anyone say "Terrible Two's"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8zfnBOh5pI/AAAAAAAAACc/Yj28gwU_yE0/s1600-h/IMGA0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8zfnBOh5pI/AAAAAAAAACc/Yj28gwU_yE0/s320/IMGA0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173755933379126930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I put him in time out but I really don't think he cared much.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what happened to my sweet, sweet baby?  He's got to be in there somewhere right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8zaQROh5oI/AAAAAAAAACU/GClNcquc0Qo/s1600-h/IMGA0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8zaQROh5oI/AAAAAAAAACU/GClNcquc0Qo/s320/IMGA0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173750044978964098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I'm thinking of how worn out I am and was thinking it's okay, the day is almost over. Oh what, it's only 10:00 A.M.  Aw Crap!  Well, the day can't get much worse than this right? Wrong!  As the day wore on, we had plenty of tantrums, some big, some little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the day was nearing its end,  I decide to go to my sisters to have her color my hair.  Maybe this will help with my sanity.  Bad idea.  The kids had full reign of the house and sure enough, halfway through the color, we have to rinse it out and head to the Instacare as the toddler has cut his head and has a huge hematoma the size of Texas above his right eye.  I actually think it was also the shape of Texas as whatever he hit his head on, engraved the shape of that object into his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8zgEhOh5qI/AAAAAAAAACk/oCIQgq9jCF4/s1600-h/IMGA0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8zgEhOh5qI/AAAAAAAAACk/oCIQgq9jCF4/s320/IMGA0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173756440185267874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, he didn't need stitches after all but my hair was in serious need of some desperate help. I wasn't about to walk around with half my head colored for much longer so I talk my sister into letting me come over after my hubby was home and the kids sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get the pampering I needed and much deserved after the day I had just endured.  Too bad in order to get the pampering I needed, I had to do it at midnight.  Oh well, I'll take it when I can get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get home and to sleep by 3:00 A.M. just to be up in 3 1/2 hours to do it all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you moms out there, keep up the good work, and always remember "And this too shall Pass".You are doing a great job!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-8307721594790573614?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8307721594790573614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=8307721594790573614&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/8307721594790573614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/8307721594790573614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-another-day-in-paradise.html' title='Just another Day in Paradise?'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8zXfxOh5nI/AAAAAAAAACM/yfWtDKyDR-Y/s72-c/IMGA0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-3576901871163110611</id><published>2008-02-27T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T18:10:22.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hookid on P-Honics werkid for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/high_school.jpg" alt="blog readability test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/"&gt;Movie Reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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Okay so I don't know how many of you will think I am off my rocker when I get done telling you my six quirky things but Oh well, here goes nothin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8ErCLEYF_I/AAAAAAAAABc/dPITSWcsCs0/s1600-h/peering+spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8ErCLEYF_I/AAAAAAAAABc/dPITSWcsCs0/s320/peering+spider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170461163528919026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1- I don't know if there is anyone out there who will understand this.  My husband and I were high school sweethearts, and I waited ( not completely faithfully by the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) for him on his mission.  So by the time we got married, we h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ad already been together for five years, if you count the mission time.  Well, we thought we knew everything about each other but apparently he didn't know me as well as he thought he did.  The first week of living together, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; was getting ready for work, and he asked me what I was doing.  I told him I was getting ready for work.  He proceeded by saying, then why are you turning your clothes from right side out to wrong side out and then right side out again.  I looked at him and as if it was normal said, "Uh, checking my clothes for spiders, as I thought this was a normal thing."  Yes, to this day, I still have to check my clothes for spiders before I put them on.  It hasn't been as bad since I have be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en paying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the bug man five times a year at a whopping $67 dollars a time, just so I can feel at ease as I swore last summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; that the black widow I found in my house was hairy with fangs and was staring at me with huge green eyes and taunting me by peering over the windowsill.  I finally sprayed him with Lysol with bleach and he died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-  When I open a package of anything such as bologna, bread, and other such products, I cannot, for some reason take the first one.  I have to remove the first item in the bag and then take the next one.  On the bread, I am not just talking about the end piece, I actually have to dig in two or three slices before I will eat it.  I don't know why but what do ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3- M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8Er67EYGBI/AAAAAAAAABs/0Z4a_4sCxUc/s1600-h/phone+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8Er67EYGBI/AAAAAAAAABs/0Z4a_4sCxUc/s320/phone+lady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170462138486495250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y husband tells me that I annoy him when I answer the phone, that I answer it the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same no matter who is calling.  I don't know if I agree with him totally but I do know what he is talking about.  Despite his crowing rooster ring, knowing full well it is him calling, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still proceed with a polite "Hello" like I am answering a strangers call.  Guess I need to work on this so the next time any of you call and I answer with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What Up?"  you will know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-  I ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ve to agree w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ith Amy on this one.  I have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8EsQrEYGCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yBaahcgKMWE/s1600-h/bottled+water.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8EsQrEYGCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yBaahcgKMWE/s320/bottled+water.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170462512148650018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drink bottled water because to me tap water is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nastiest thing in the world.  And Amy, the reason it tastes like  poison, is because it is actually poison as it is tainted with arsenic ( rat poison).  Disgusting.  People try to say that it is such a trace amount that it won't hurt but I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Okay, at night before I go to bed, I always ask my husband if he locked the house and he says yes.  I continue to lay in bed for a few minutes before getting up.  He always says, "You just have to check for yourself don't ya?"  Sorry hon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ey, it's not that I don't trust you, its just that I will lay there and have anxiety until I know it for myself.  Guess it's just a little bit, okay, maybe a lot of my OC issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8EsobEYGDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LaBb_0VapWs/s1600-h/potty+break.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8EsobEYGDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LaBb_0VapWs/s320/potty+break.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170462920170543154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6-  Okay, I am really starting to worry that you all now think I am card short of a deck of cards, or one hammer short of a tool set, or whatever you want to call it but for some reason, whenever I am going to leave my house, it's like my bladder calls out saying it needs to be emptied.  It doesn't matter if I just went to the restroom or not.  It's like a signal is sent to my bladder and all of a sudden it is full again.  Don't ask me but it drives my hubby crazy.  So the moral of the story is, Don't leave your house without emptying your bladder, Okay, at least in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-3365586450965628611?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3365586450965628611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=3365586450965628611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/3365586450965628611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/3365586450965628611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/02/six-quirky-things-tagged.html' title='Six Quirky Things -Tagged'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R8ErCLEYF_I/AAAAAAAAABc/dPITSWcsCs0/s72-c/peering+spider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425123803086858736.post-3356222422469156250</id><published>2008-01-30T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:21:06.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just gettin' Started!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R6FZkKxzfPI/AAAAAAAAABU/uQ_zXkeSVqI/s1600-h/PICT0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R6FZkKxzfPI/AAAAAAAAABU/uQ_zXkeSVqI/s400/PICT0635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161505125846711538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Logan...this mud is REALLY moisturizing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R6FZMaxzfOI/AAAAAAAAABM/9swqx_E30zs/s1600-h/PICT0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R6FZMaxzfOI/AAAAAAAAABM/9swqx_E30zs/s400/PICT0624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161504717824818402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan Drama..."No Maysen!  I don't like that brand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R6FY86xzfNI/AAAAAAAAABE/KE9LR2UukuQ/s1600-h/PICT0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R6FY86xzfNI/AAAAAAAAABE/KE9LR2UukuQ/s400/PICT0630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161504451536846034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? It's "Au Naturelle...fresh from the sea...my bad..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SO this is my first time on here...so you can call me a virgin if you want.  In that case, I guess the Stork must have brought my three boys then.  Kelly got me to do this blog thing.  I told her I was going to like this much better than Myspace and Facebook.  I'm sure I'll add some things that might be interesting at one point or another, but for now, this is it.  So Take it or Leave it!  I am just going to add these few photos of my boys taken in Washington, June of '06.  I love them and had to share them.  For those of you who know me, you will understand the drama...with my kids' personalities...ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425123803086858736-3356222422469156250?l=angiescornycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3356222422469156250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6425123803086858736&amp;postID=3356222422469156250&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/3356222422469156250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425123803086858736/posts/default/3356222422469156250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiescornycrew.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-gettin-started.html' title='Just gettin&apos; Started!'/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/SLOhPVnjtiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/2ax4if8fGNs/S220/DSCF1108-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISiaglc5EM8/R6FZkKxzfPI/AAAAAAAAABU/uQ_zXkeSVqI/s72-c/PICT0635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
