<?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-2655506467003426891</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:53:01.985-07:00</updated><category term='Kids'/><category term='Casey and I'/><category term='Wrestling'/><category term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Chaos!</title><subtitle type='html'>The story of us, our family, our life. Every day is something new, but it is never anything less than beautiful chaos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-3281850375642642282</id><published>2010-04-16T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:07:47.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new chapter...or maybe an old one.</title><content type='html'>Well, after moving to Huntley, I quit doing daycare, because I didnt' think people would drive out here for me to watch their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few months I got the opportunity to go to work at the Telegram. I loved it. I love the job, and the co workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate leaving my house every day and taking my children to someone elses house to be babysat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate trying to find reliable daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made the decision to quit working and come back home to stay with my kids. I also made the decision to start watching kids again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't be happier about my choice. I can not wait to wake up in the morning again and know that the most I have to do it pull my hair up, brush my teeth and put some sweats on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to rush to get 4 kids ready, myself ready and get out the door my 715 so everyone can go where they need to and I can get to work on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can not wait to tell my kids that mommy is staying home today and that they don't have to go anywhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple kids ready to start daycare whenever I am done at work, and with just 2 kids, I will honestly make more than I do at work every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know if I should say I am starting a new chapter or re opening the chapter I closed a while ago, kind of like a good book, when a chapter is good you just keep opening it to read it again...I guess this is my life chapter I need to live again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-3281850375642642282?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3281850375642642282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-chapteror-maybe-old-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/3281850375642642282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/3281850375642642282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-chapteror-maybe-old-one.html' title='A new chapter...or maybe an old one.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-3363524241840557147</id><published>2010-04-09T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:22:45.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering spontaneity</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, Apr 7th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;By Rochelle Stitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my column from the opinion page in the Torrington Telegram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young mother of four, life doesn’t always go according to plan. In fact, it seldom does. When you look at the whole scheme of things, does it really need to?Have you ever sat and listened to an elderly person tell their life stories – maybe your grandparents as a child or parents as an adult or maybe just someone you stumbled across? Their stories of childhood are the greatest. They are always in depth and full of emotion and joy from the “good old days.”My grandparents used to tell stories from their childhood and I remember laughing and just listening with a huge smile on my face. I remember thinking, their lives were so happy and full of joy, and they had so much fun. They have memories from years and years ago. Nothing from the last few decades erased those memories from their minds. While other things slip, the important memories remain. I am sure the lingering stories, the ones passed down for generations, didn’t happen according to plan. The memories that stick are spontaneous life events – the ones that weren’t supposed to happen. Now I wonder if they were smiling or cursing while the events they tell stories about were actually happening? I wonder how long had to pass before the story went from a mishap to a great memory and something they wanted to share for decades? When I am elderly and all I have left are the memories of my past, I want to remember the times I stopped and appreciated my life and its spontaneity. The times I laughed instead of cried when something went wrong.My mom has always said to me, “Don’t sweat the small stuff, it’s all just small stuff.” As I get older, the annoying saying starts to make more sense then ever. As you go through your daily schedule, remember being spontaneous isn’t always bad. Breaking out of the routine can bring you happiness and lasting memories to share later in your life. As a mother, these are the things that bring joy to my children’s faces and put the sparkle in their eyes.The next time your child misses the school bus, your &lt;a class="PSAdLink" id="PSLINK_1_0_0" href="http://www.torringtontelegram.com/v2_news_articles.php?heading=0&amp;amp;story_id=4361&amp;amp;page=71#"&gt;car&lt;/a&gt; gets a flat tire on the way to an appointment or your boss throws something at you that wasn’t expected, don’t let yourself get angry, try to remember to smile and make the best of it. Life is what you make it. Happy-go-lucky people don’t have better or easier lives than the rest of us, they have a better outlook on life. They smile when things go right and laugh, shrug their shoulders and carry on when they go wrong. Their lives are not without stress or mishaps, they don’t get lucky and never have bad things happen, they just remember to deal with them positively and make the best of a bad situation. When you let yourself get down and dwell on the negative, bad things always seem to show up. The opposite has the same effect. When you dwell on the positive, you will notice your life is full of it. Always remember to frame every so-called disaster with these words, “in five years will this matter?” Just keep taking that next small step, because life isn’t fair, but it is still good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-3363524241840557147?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3363524241840557147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/04/remembering-spontaneity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/3363524241840557147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/3363524241840557147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/04/remembering-spontaneity.html' title='Remembering spontaneity'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-7351522498730421572</id><published>2010-03-22T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:33:27.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrestling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Wyoming State Folkstyle Tournament...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S6d-q0Ao7gI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wX2UVdfyaTE/s1600-h/Folkstyle+state+wrestling+467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451465147936206338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S6d-q0Ao7gI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wX2UVdfyaTE/s400/Folkstyle+state+wrestling+467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S6d-qf6jBTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KEQ77Z7QB_g/s1600-h/Folkstyle+state+wrestling+715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451465142541944114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S6d-qf6jBTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KEQ77Z7QB_g/s400/Folkstyle+state+wrestling+715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S6d-pw1w3LI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3zs5WDiLOyU/s1600-h/Folkstyle+state+wrestling+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451465129905413298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S6d-pw1w3LI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3zs5WDiLOyU/s400/Folkstyle+state+wrestling+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S6d-pN-lJAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EnVO_owFyJg/s1600-h/Folkstyle+state+wrestling+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451465120547152898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S6d-pN-lJAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EnVO_owFyJg/s400/Folkstyle+state+wrestling+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S6d-oumJXwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vFduW5xFkXA/s1600-h/Folkstyle+state+wrestling+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451465112123170562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S6d-oumJXwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vFduW5xFkXA/s400/Folkstyle+state+wrestling+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are officially half way through wrestling season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys wrestle two styles, Folkstyle and Freestyle. Freestyle will continue until the beginning of May. Folkstyle is what we have been doing and this weekend was state folkstyle. It was held in Casper Wyo. and there were (as always) a TON of kids. We have a great team, and a lot of participants from Torrington. 34 kids from our club went to state this year, 16 of them went on to the championship rounds. We had 4 1st place medals and several 2nd and 3rd place. Overall Torrington Wrestling Club did excellent and we are all so proud of our team kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaysen had 25 kids in his 8 and under 60 pound bracket. He wrestled 5 times saturday and won 3 lost 2. That put him out for sunday with no place, but he has improved so much over the last couple weeks, he wrestled better than I have ever seen him wrestle and he was also very proud of himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brock had 29 kids in his bracket, 8 and under, 45 pounds. He wrestled 6 times on sunday and lost once, which put him in the championship rounds on sunday for 3-4th place. Sunday he wrestled once and lost leaving him in 4th place of 29 kids!!! He was pretty disappointed that he lost since thus far in the season he has not been beat, and only been taken through 3 periods a couple times, but it is a good lesson learned... no matter how good you think you are, there is always someone better, and that in every match there is a winner and a loser, and you have to know how to deal with being both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great weekend, and I am looking forward to seeing how the kids do in freestyle! Jaysen likes freestyle a lot better, so he is also excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are interested in seeing more pictures from State Folkstyle, there is an entire album on my facebook of all the kids in our club wrestling. Check it out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone is enjoying the beautiful spring like weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-7351522498730421572?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7351522498730421572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/03/wyoming-state-folkstyle-tournament.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7351522498730421572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7351522498730421572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/03/wyoming-state-folkstyle-tournament.html' title='Wyoming State Folkstyle Tournament...'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S6d-q0Ao7gI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wX2UVdfyaTE/s72-c/Folkstyle+state+wrestling+467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-6389707834192015292</id><published>2010-03-18T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T13:46:09.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Farm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I get so frusterated with living so far out in the country, driving back and forth to work, needing to get something from the store, taking the kids to school. With gas prices high it seems almost more reasonable to just move closer to town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, I really enjoy living in the country, no neighbors, no trains, no noise. Its relaxing, peaceful and nice, not to mention the great sunrises and sunsets, wildlife in the yard and beautiful landcapes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday the kids and I got to go check cows with Casey, its calving season, and the cows have to be checked every few hours throughout the day. The kids loved it, as did I, we laughed at the babys, commented on all the different cows, got to watch Casey feed them.  It was another reminder why country living has such an appeal. The kids are still talking about checking the cows and taking pictures of them. I really do think that kids that live on the farm get so many great experiences that "city kids" just miss out on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I definately enjoyed myself just as much as the kids did. I love baby animals and little calves have to be close to my favorite. They are so cute and sweet. Watching them jump and play is just about as sweet as watching my own kiddos in the yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a different note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The boys wrestled in Mitchell, Neb. two weeks ago, Jaysen got 3rd place and Brock 1st and Wheatland, Wyo. last weekend, Brock got first place after pinning 3 kids.  Jaysen also got first for the first time! He was so happy and we were so proud of him. He pinned 2 of the 3 kids he wrestled and won the other match by points. Both kids wrestled great and we couldn't be prouder of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-6389707834192015292?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6389707834192015292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-on-farm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/6389707834192015292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/6389707834192015292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-on-farm.html' title='Life on the Farm...'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-1110975900519064996</id><published>2010-02-22T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:16:31.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laramie, WY Torunament-2-20-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S4KtsGM8_uI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_WJQ3sVjFjM/s1600-h/Laramie+Wrestling+Tournament-2-20-2010+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441102272907771618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S4KtsGM8_uI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_WJQ3sVjFjM/s400/Laramie+Wrestling+Tournament-2-20-2010+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S4KtrelyCEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BQ_8ANtW8IA/s1600-h/Laramie+Wrestling+Tournament-2-20-2010+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441102262274492482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S4KtrelyCEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BQ_8ANtW8IA/s400/Laramie+Wrestling+Tournament-2-20-2010+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S4Ktq0hwX4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/i9ij6VWWRVo/s1600-h/Laramie+Wrestling+Tournament-2-20-2010+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441102250983317378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S4Ktq0hwX4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/i9ij6VWWRVo/s400/Laramie+Wrestling+Tournament-2-20-2010+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S4Ktqu6mjxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7Reft_NVDKo/s1600-h/Laramie+Wrestling+Tournament-2-20-2010+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441102249476919058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S4Ktqu6mjxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7Reft_NVDKo/s400/Laramie+Wrestling+Tournament-2-20-2010+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S4Ktpw7j0XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/f-DOy3QAIeM/s1600-h/Laramie+Wrestling+Tournament-2-20-2010+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441102232837935474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S4Ktpw7j0XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/f-DOy3QAIeM/s400/Laramie+Wrestling+Tournament-2-20-2010+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of the wrestling tournament this weekend. Brock got 1st place and Jaysen got 4th. Brock wrestled in teh 45# weight class and had a couple of his hardest matches yet. He wrestled great and won them all but had to work hard for a couple of them. Jaysen wrestled in the 60# weight class and wrestled better than he ever has, he went out and did the moves he has been practicing and worked hard the whole match. He had a few minor mistakes that cost him the win, but knowing he wrestled his best was more than enough to make him proud of himself. He went all 4 matches without getting pinned and lost by 1 point in each of the matches he lost. Both boys were great and I am (as always) so very proud of my kiddos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-1110975900519064996?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1110975900519064996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/laramie-wy-torunament-2-20-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1110975900519064996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1110975900519064996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/laramie-wy-torunament-2-20-2010.html' title='Laramie, WY Torunament-2-20-2010'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S4KtsGM8_uI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_WJQ3sVjFjM/s72-c/Laramie+Wrestling+Tournament-2-20-2010+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-7530382312931065335</id><published>2010-02-14T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T06:49:53.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the "Bah Humbug" of Valentines day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3gL0YTutzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TFwv9HezWAg/s1600-h/anti.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438109544556181298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3gL0YTutzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TFwv9HezWAg/s400/anti.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever a Valentines day "bah humbug' is really called, its me. I think Valentines day is the most ridiculous holiday ever. I mean, sure getting chocolate or flowers is sweet, but wouldn't it be SO much better if your significant other just wanted to suprise you an some random day rather than over pay and race around to make sure you got your yearly valentines day gift? GAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems to me like such a "high school" holiday. Something for little silly teenagers to prove who has the most considerate boyfriend. Its a status show, who gets the biggest prettiest flower arrangement from their "love." And the poor guys who either cant afford a dozen roses in high school, or who agree with me and think its a big joke and don't get anything. They get the short end of the stick because their lady will probably either leave them and steal away her best friends man who got 2 dozen roses for his "love." or she is going to be pouting and mad at him for the rest of the week. Arent girls silly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey has always got me a pretty boquet of flowers for valentines day. From the first year until now, and he is always good at suprising me with them. They are usually Pink roses, considering pink is my favorite color. This year I think I have convinced him that I don't need flowers, or chocolates or a silly stuffed bear. All I need if for him to come home after work every day, and do all the things that he does ever day that make me know that he is happy to come home to us, that he appreciates me daily, not just on valentines day. Needless to say, to me, today is nothing more than another sunday - which means tomorrow is the dreaded monday. Where do the weekends go...and why do they go so stinkin fast?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all you Valentines day advocates....Happy Valentines Day! To the rest of you , Have a good sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-7530382312931065335?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7530382312931065335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-bah-humbug-of-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7530382312931065335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7530382312931065335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-bah-humbug-of-valentines-day.html' title='What is the &quot;Bah Humbug&quot; of Valentines day?'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3gL0YTutzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TFwv9HezWAg/s72-c/anti.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-1530150661134884302</id><published>2010-02-13T09:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:14:22.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill? Colo.? Minn.?  Who are all you people?</title><content type='html'>I have been looking at my blog "visitors map" and noticing that there are people viewing my blog from all over the place!  Which makes me wonder, how did you come across it? What do you think? and most of all, Who are you?  Not that I mind, I am glad Beautiful Chaos is drawing so much attention, it makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone viewing my blog, please leave me a quick comment...let me know your thoughts, how you found it, and so on...&lt;br /&gt;and if you also have a blog, leave me your blog address, I would love to check yours out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very interested!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-1530150661134884302?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1530150661134884302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-colo-minn-who-are-all-you-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1530150661134884302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1530150661134884302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-colo-minn-who-are-all-you-people.html' title='Ill? Colo.? Minn.?  Who are all you people?'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-9139262117868943197</id><published>2010-02-13T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:10:36.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't it strange...</title><content type='html'>We have officially been without a dryer at our house for one month.  Its the middle of winter, so hanging the cloths out on the line is out of the question, and I really don't have a place in my house to hang dry them either.  For the last month, we have been collecting our weeks worth of laundry in totes and hauling them to Casey's parents to wash them all on the weekend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Convenient&lt;/span&gt;?  Absolutely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey's parents have been very kind and patient letting us invade their home for the weekend, usually by the time our laundry piles up for a week, there are a good 3-4 huge totes full. (yeah, 6 people go through a lot of laundry in a week)  It takes a good day and a half to finish it all and then we get to lug it all back home. The worst part is yet to come. Yep, putting everything away. YIKES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend we are planning on going to purchase our new washer and dryer.  Large capacity, front loader, energy star, short time washes. I am so stinkin excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how we all complain and whine when we have to do laundry every day. Its such a pain, and so repetitive. However, take that away for a month, and a new washer and dryer is the most exciting purchase ever! I can not wait to do laundry at home again!  I remember thinking the same thing when Casey got me a new vacuume for christmas one year. I was SO excited to get it home and vacuum my house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom always used to say "its the simple things in life..." I guess this would be one of those things.  Something as simple as doing laundry or vacuuming after you haven't been able to for a while seems so much more appealing then it does when you have to do it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was some way to keep that excitement alive after doing laundry everyday, I wish in a month or two I was still going to be happy to come home and be able to start laundry, im sure by then though, it will once again be just a dreaded chore again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-9139262117868943197?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/9139262117868943197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/isnt-it-strange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/9139262117868943197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/9139262117868943197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/isnt-it-strange.html' title='isn&apos;t it strange...'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-3971278202502874633</id><published>2010-02-12T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:21:05.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3V9V2COGdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rJM5yGEz-vk/s1600-h/Casey+gets+stuck...+in+poop+2-10-2010+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437389939355294162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3V9V2COGdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rJM5yGEz-vk/s400/Casey+gets+stuck...+in+poop+2-10-2010+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3V9U5-6C_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/uYsHa4_BWt8/s1600-h/Casey+gets+stuck...+in+poop+2-10-2010+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437389923235269618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3V9U5-6C_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/uYsHa4_BWt8/s400/Casey+gets+stuck...+in+poop+2-10-2010+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love getting off work early. Even more than that I love spending time with my great friends and children. The other day I had an opportunity to do both! Lindsey, me, Jaysen, Carter and Kennedi. Monroe, Maggie, Max and Tucker(Lindseys 2 dogs) decided we should go for a walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walk often, usually late at night, without the kids since it is so cold after dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We pack the double stroller with water for the kids, a blanket incase fingers get cold, some misc things to occupy the kids if they get bored. We bundle the kids with snowboots, coats, hats and mittens. Jaysen gets his bike out of storage from the winter, and finally we are ready. Mind you, we usually take a leash for the dogs...just incase, today we did not. It really isn't the issue of the dogs running away, but more the issue of a car coming and them not staying out of the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we are ready to walk. We start off, all 3 dogs running in front of the stroller, which Carter and Kennedi are in, Jaysen trying to keep up with the 3 dogs ahead of us, Monroe doesn't run with the rest of the dogs, he is to paranoid that something may happen to me. He does about a 3 foot circle around me, lindsey and the stroller the entire walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we get to the next county road, Casey and all the guys he works with are getting off work, which means about 5 trucks speeding our way...yikes. Lucky for us we are just turning onto the next road out of the way.  4 trucks pass..and here comes a tractor? and just our luck, it turns our direction...GREAT! 4 dogs and 1 boy on a bike to try to yell at to come back to us FAST.  It is Casey.  He is taking the tractor to clear the ditches in front of our house so they will drain more effeciently, and he just thought he would come see what we were doing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kennedi decided she would much rather go with dad in the tractor than walk with us, so after talking to Casey, he is off, with Kennedi and we are back walking one passenger lighter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After another mile or so, Casey is calling asking where we were...of course, Kennedi is done in the tractor. He drove the car over to us to bring Kennedi back to her place in the stroller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we near county road 49 (and my house) we notice yet another tractor, and as we watch, the other (smaller) tractor is attempting to pull Caseys tractor out of the ditch. Without much luck I might add.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We continue on our way, laughing about the fact that Casey got a big huge tractor stuck in the ditch. Turns out, the melting snow and mud was a little muddier and softer than he had thought.  It took about 30 minutes of trying, another Tractor and a lot of effort to get the stuck machine out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see in the pictures, it is well after dark at this point and Casey wasn't just a little stuck, he was a lot stuck. Which he may not have thought was funny at all, however I thought it was hilarious.  The kids and I watched out the window and laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-3971278202502874633?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3971278202502874633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-getting-off-work-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/3971278202502874633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/3971278202502874633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-getting-off-work-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3V9V2COGdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rJM5yGEz-vk/s72-c/Casey+gets+stuck...+in+poop+2-10-2010+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-7000954585240322003</id><published>2010-02-08T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:46:24.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gering Nebraska Wrestling Tournament...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3A_EFpjNEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/pK-1UOOwDWs/s1600-h/Gering+Nebraska+tournament+2-6-2010+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435914089704666178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3A_EFpjNEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/pK-1UOOwDWs/s400/Gering+Nebraska+tournament+2-6-2010+316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3A_D5vgSbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tlhdKspCGJQ/s1600-h/Gering+Nebraska+tournament+2-6-2010+371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435914086508415410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3A_D5vgSbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tlhdKspCGJQ/s400/Gering+Nebraska+tournament+2-6-2010+371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3A_DVele7I/AAAAAAAAANw/AOcbryQEass/s1600-h/Gering+Nebraska+tournament+2-6-2010+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435914076773776306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3A_DVele7I/AAAAAAAAANw/AOcbryQEass/s400/Gering+Nebraska+tournament+2-6-2010+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3A_CxiDuaI/AAAAAAAAANo/8FtDe0gjGcM/s1600-h/Gering+Nebraska+tournament+2-6-2010+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435914067124664738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3A_CxiDuaI/AAAAAAAAANo/8FtDe0gjGcM/s400/Gering+Nebraska+tournament+2-6-2010+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys had thier first tournament of the year this weekend. It was in Gering Nebraska. Brock wrestled at the 45 pound weight, he wrestled 3 times and won all of them, winning 1st place. He also was super close to getting a quick pin award, he missed it by 2/10ths of a second...darn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaysen wrestled 55 pound weight, and wrestled 4 times, losing 2 of the matches (to the same kid - dangit! ). He got 4th place. They both had a great time and were very proud of themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next weekend we go to Newcastle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if I am not keeping this quite as up to date as I should be.  Wrestling season is hectic, time consuming and just plain tiring.  I will update at least once a week after the tournaments and let you know the outcome.  Sometimes its just too  hard to keep up with everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-7000954585240322003?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7000954585240322003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/gering-nebraska-wrestling-tournament.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7000954585240322003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7000954585240322003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/gering-nebraska-wrestling-tournament.html' title='Gering Nebraska Wrestling Tournament...'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3A_EFpjNEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/pK-1UOOwDWs/s72-c/Gering+Nebraska+tournament+2-6-2010+316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-8487547429184680983</id><published>2010-01-31T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:22:10.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it or Hate it, wrestling season is here.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S2ZSpbsoEpI/AAAAAAAAANg/6PvZwNwS9JE/s1600-h/Wrestling+practice+1-25-2010+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433120872232129170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S2ZSpbsoEpI/AAAAAAAAANg/6PvZwNwS9JE/s400/Wrestling+practice+1-25-2010+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids watch as the Coach demonstrates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S2ZSo-2z8aI/AAAAAAAAANY/FFQil3i3G4k/s1600-h/Wrestling+practice+1-25-2010+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433120864490221986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S2ZSo-2z8aI/AAAAAAAAANY/FFQil3i3G4k/s400/Wrestling+practice+1-25-2010+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brock has decided he is the champ at the monkey bars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S2ZSohCz1NI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DxHbgKa2Xik/s1600-h/Wrestling+practice+1-25-2010+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433120856487482578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S2ZSohCz1NI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DxHbgKa2Xik/s400/Wrestling+practice+1-25-2010+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Casey also coaches the team, here he is giving a few words of wisdom to Brock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year I whine and complain.  Wrestling take up so much time, we never have family time during wrestling season. Its SO expensive, the practices are too long, its too hard on the kids...the reasons to hate it are endless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year Jaysen wins his first match and the smile on his face is priceless. Brock takes home another trophy and his pride in himself grows. Those moments are life long experiences and remind me why we do this every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids started wrestling when they were 4 years old, this is the 4th year they have competed. We travel to Bayard NE, Casper WY, Sheridan WY and several others that are hours away from home. We get up before dawn to be to the tournaments before weigh-ins, and often dont get home until well after night fall. Other times we stay in a hotel for a night or two to cut down on road time. Wrestling starts in late January and goes on until early May. Four months of the four day a week practices with 2 day tournaments on almost every weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes the sport is extreamly demanding. Yes it takes a lot of dedication from the kids and the families. Sometimes I find myself wondering who it is harder on, us or the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brock is last years State Champion. He fought hard all season and won at the state tournament. That is something he will NEVER forget, He went undefeated the first year he wrestled, he won't forget how that felt either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaysen has always struggled, he has to fight hard for ever win, and occasionally gets a bronze medal. Last year he got 3rd at the Torrington Tournament-he got a trophy and was so proud of himself. He will have that to look at and remind him of how that felt forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of my boys for dedicating themselves to something so challenging, something so demanding, and something that takes more inner strength than it does actual strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It teaches them so many life lessons about sportsmenship, losing and winning, working to get what you want and making life long friendships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, its hard to say if I really enjoy wrestling season, but I know that my kids do, and I know that what they get from it is worth more than my happiness. I know that there isn't a moment that I am prouder than my kids then when they are out there giving their all at something whether they win OR lose.  It makes me so proud to see them win, but honestly even prouder to see them give their opponent a hug or high five and tell them "good job" when they lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are both wrestling Bantam(7-8 year old) and Brock is weighin in at around 45lbs, Jaysen will wrestle probably 60lbs. I look forward to seeing what this season brings and what new memories we can make...there will be many more pictures to follow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-8487547429184680983?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8487547429184680983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-it-or-hate-it-wrestling-season-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/8487547429184680983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/8487547429184680983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-it-or-hate-it-wrestling-season-is.html' title='Love it or Hate it, wrestling season is here.....'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S2ZSpbsoEpI/AAAAAAAAANg/6PvZwNwS9JE/s72-c/Wrestling+practice+1-25-2010+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-480502793216883285</id><published>2010-01-25T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:39:56.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAHHHH-CHO</title><content type='html'>I have 2 sick kids...not awful sick, but the typical stuffy nose, cough and sneeze, watery eyes kind of sick.  Kennedi is (as always) worse than Carter.  She looks like a big walking snot ball.  Poor girl.  Carter is just coughing and has a never ending drip at the end of his nose...UGH.  I should really buy stock in Kleenex.  Anyhow, as any mother with sick kids knows, once they figure out the kleenex routine, its a fight.  Carter does pretty good, he at least doesn't run or turn his head away from your attempts to wipe the drip.  He does not however like to "blow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carter, blow your nose"&lt;br /&gt;"I can't mom..."&lt;br /&gt;"Carter, just blow all the air out of your nose"&lt;br /&gt;"ok...like this...AHHH CHO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I get today.  Instead of him blowing he thinks the right thing to do is sneeze.  and not a real sneeze and fake drawn out AHHH CHO.  now EVERY time we get a kleenex close to his nose, he "sneezes" into it, and thinks it is OH SO FUNNY!!  (which it really kind of is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really is just at such a funny age, you can't help but just laugh and laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-480502793216883285?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/480502793216883285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaahhhh-cho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/480502793216883285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/480502793216883285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaahhhh-cho.html' title='AAAHHHH-CHO'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-7245346188690437233</id><published>2010-01-25T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:47:58.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah...Monday</title><content type='html'>No. 1 priority - So our dryer has been going out.  I mean, I has slowly been dying, one day it works, the next it has no heat, the next it just wont start...whatever.  It DIED.  Now it runs but with no heat, and will randomly turn on and not turn off.  Ever.  It is officially retired and out of comission.  We spent the weekend at Casey's parents...doing laundry.  Normal families do not have to spend an entire weekend doing laundry, but after 6 people go through a full week without being able to wash any, it takes a while to get cought up...you do the math. No. 1 priority...Save for Washer and Dryer.  Don't get me wrong, i don't mind spending the weekend at the Blevins household, but lugging all of the laundry over, making room for 4 totes of laundry, 4 children, 2 adults and the Dogs in one tahoe, makes the trip less than enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.2 Priority - Our fridge keeps blowing the breaker.  It happened about a month ago the first time.  Continued to blow every 30-45 minutes all day.  Casey took it all apart and cleaned inside, worked fine.  (its only a few months old...so really there was no way it was that dirty...but aparently it needed vaccumed.)  guess what, woke up yesterday to the distinct sound of the breaker clicking off.  UGH.  Fought and fought all day, it wouldn't even stay on 5 stinkin minutes.  turned off the Ice maker...stupid thing has been on since without any problem.  Priority #2...call the GE Appliance center and tell them to fix my stupid Refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.3 Priority - TAHOE!  It needs new Tires, and the engine light comes on, all of the time.  With Wrestling starting, I really  do want to have my tahoe in tip top condition considering all the traveling I have to do during wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all everything always happens at once. ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had planned on using our Tax Returns for some fun house stuff (ie...finishing  basement, buying the kids new beds for their OWN rooms, starting landscaping on the yard...) guess this year it will go towards repairing and replacing all of our crap!  (not fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a Positive note...GO SAINTS!!!  We are going to the superbowl!  WOO HOO!  I think we will have a superbowl party, My team is the saints and my Nephew LOVES the colts.  This should be fun, and I love entertaining friends...so anyone interested, bring a snack, and come join the fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-7245346188690437233?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7245346188690437233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahmonday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7245346188690437233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7245346188690437233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahmonday.html' title='Ah...Monday'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-1561790214925056418</id><published>2010-01-19T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:38:31.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not a Triceratops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3WD2g_XqDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/55vAMtLZxlY/s1600-h/carter+triceratops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437397097711642674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3WD2g_XqDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/55vAMtLZxlY/s400/carter+triceratops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Carters Dinosaur face. ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3WD2Hl84II/AAAAAAAAAOY/uTVNUbGDQE4/s1600-h/Carter+dino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437397090894143618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3WD2Hl84II/AAAAAAAAAOY/uTVNUbGDQE4/s400/Carter+dino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend started my day off by telling me "Chelle, you just have to find the little things that make your day different than every other"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blew off the statement thinking, my life is so repititious, everyday is the same. I wake up at 6am, start coffee, wake Jaysen to get up for school, 7am he gets on the bus and I make breakfast for Carter and Kennedi, from that point on its housework, pets, work, more housework, and when I am lucky a few hours in the evening with Casey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought about it. My kids are young, they do funny, cute, exciting, annoying things every single day, all of the time. Why is it that I have compleatly failed to give that any thought before. My life is far from boring like I always assume it is, I have the best entertainment anyone could ask for, and it is free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Carter didn't want to go to school. He wanted to stay home with me. After having a short arguement with him about how he had to go to school today, he calmly and seriously informed me that Triceratops did NOT go to school. WHAT?!? Talk about random and totally out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;"Carter what are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, Triceratops don't go to school"&lt;br /&gt;"you are probably right, I don't think they probabley went to school"&lt;br /&gt;"no mom, They don't. And I dont' want to either"&lt;br /&gt;"you aren't a triceratops and you have to go to school today"&lt;br /&gt;the conversation ended there. Nothing more was said about not going to school or whether or not Triceratops went to school. However when we arrived at his classroom, he told his teacher that he was at school today, and that he was a T-rex today because they are the only dinosaurs that can go to school. He, just as serious as before, told her that Triceratops didn't go to school and that he only could be Triceratops when he was at home, but could be T-rex while he was in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the minds of three year old boys. That was my happy memory for today, I am so thankful for my kids and even when they are quirky and goofy and a little bit odd, they are always what make my world turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-1561790214925056418?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1561790214925056418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-are-not-triceratops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1561790214925056418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1561790214925056418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-are-not-triceratops.html' title='You are not a Triceratops'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S3WD2g_XqDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/55vAMtLZxlY/s72-c/carter+triceratops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-8404389232959323018</id><published>2010-01-08T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:58:53.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats so NEW about it?</title><content type='html'>So I have been doing some thinkin, and I don't understand that HUGE deal about new years...sure its the end of one year and the start of the next.  But why is it that people think that because its a new year they are going to change anything!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the silly resolutions and goals for the new year, but in all reality, you need a much better reason for doing the things you what to change then a "new year."  it has to be within  you, for more than that day.  For more than the week before new years and probably even for more than the previous year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is super common for people to make a New Years Resolution, and within the next week or month it is long gone...why is that?  What do you have to do to keep your New YEars resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me there is nothing new about this year, I am the same, nothing has changed, nothin is going to change...I want to make all my resolutions come true, but heck I wanted all of those things last year too...so tell me, what is it that needs to happen????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-8404389232959323018?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8404389232959323018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-so-new-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/8404389232959323018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/8404389232959323018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-so-new-about-it.html' title='Whats so NEW about it?'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-634290680457011224</id><published>2010-01-04T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:17:41.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its my party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0IhPlvcETI/AAAAAAAAANI/SL6e1Ek6PZE/s1600-h/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422933453020336434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0IhPlvcETI/AAAAAAAAANI/SL6e1Ek6PZE/s400/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0IhPMvTw7I/AAAAAAAAANA/kKN884p4YwA/s1600-h/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422933446308905906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0IhPMvTw7I/AAAAAAAAANA/kKN884p4YwA/s400/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0IhOkOtX5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/lObGfYwoTGI/s1600-h/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422933435434753938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0IhOkOtX5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/lObGfYwoTGI/s400/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0IhOOawt6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/L6IQrtyqL68/s1600-h/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422933429579724706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0IhOOawt6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/L6IQrtyqL68/s400/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0IhN8jpceI/AAAAAAAAAMo/k4IK73P78Aw/s1600-h/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422933424785158626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0IhN8jpceI/AAAAAAAAAMo/k4IK73P78Aw/s400/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kennedi turned 2 on Dec 30th. Talk about getting to much all at the same time...SPOILED LITTLE GIRL! Dec 25 we did Christmas(obviously) and she got a ton of toys/cloths/junk/etc, on Dec 27th we did xmas gift exchange with my brothers family, again, more stuff for her, and then we waited until Jan 1 to celebrate her birthday; yep you guessed it, lots more STUFF!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately our basement is still totally unfinished(soon to change...hopefully) and she is still sharing a room with Casey and I. The reason I say unfortunately is because i have NO WHERE to go with all of her toys! As of right now she has one huge pink tote that everything of hers gets thrown in and stuffed under the boys bunk beds, well, it is totally overflowing and doesn't really fit under the bed... :( Hopefully within the next month we will be able to start finishing the basement and we will have enough room for her things along with everyone elses!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party we had was small and simple, Grandparents, cousins and brothers...but she had a great time, she enjoyed dumping the bagged giftes and ripping (more) wrapping paper.  and everything she got was true blue Kennedi.  Her family knows her well and she didn't get a gift she didn't love (except maybe the cloths that we got her, she didn't get to excited about them!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party we extreme last minute so I feel a little bad about the cake, talk about simply and embarrassing!  usually I make these awesome great cakes for everyone, and poor kennedi got a simple white heart with pink letters, looking at the pictures though, she didn't seem to notice as she shoved it into her mouth!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall her birthday was great and she is healthy which is what I am most thankful for...It has been almost a year without any health problems...Im hoping that it continues and next year I can say "its been almost 2 Years"  I am glad that she had such a great time,  but I have to say I am thankful that its all over and we have a few months to recouperate now before any big events in our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-634290680457011224?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/634290680457011224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-my-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/634290680457011224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/634290680457011224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-my-party.html' title='Its my party...'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0IhPlvcETI/AAAAAAAAANI/SL6e1Ek6PZE/s72-c/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-1075975155758842579</id><published>2010-01-02T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:40:03.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest addition to the family...yep officially I am crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0AQrHHISuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6ggdtGEMjzc/s1600-h/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422352284183448290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0AQrHHISuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6ggdtGEMjzc/s400/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0AQqv2U_6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/wbSR7Vr9d0Y/s1600-h/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422352277938962338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0AQqv2U_6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/wbSR7Vr9d0Y/s400/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Maggie. Something in my mind made me believe that our existing family of 6 people, 1 dog, 1 cat, 1 fish and 1 ferrett just wasn't quite enough. So we got Maggie. A Beagel-Bassett hound cross, super cute, super sweet and yeah super dumb.  I shouldn't say that, she isn't really dumb, she just really doesnt listen...at all.  not the annoying doesn't obey commands, she doesn't listen to anything at all...if it werent for the fact that occasionally she responds I may think she was deaf... but im quite sure its just pure stubbornness and not caring that she doesn't listen.  Its a good think she is so sweet,  because we all love her anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-1075975155758842579?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1075975155758842579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/newest-addition-to-familyyep-officially.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1075975155758842579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1075975155758842579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/newest-addition-to-familyyep-officially.html' title='The newest addition to the family...yep officially I am crazy!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/S0AQrHHISuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6ggdtGEMjzc/s72-c/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-3016672529264691768</id><published>2010-01-02T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T09:53:34.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2010</title><content type='html'>Nathan, playing the Wii around midnight...him and Casey challenged eachother on Wii Resort most of the night&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sz-EPBUx16I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dIC2w77gmbQ/s1600-h/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422197869965858722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sz-EPBUx16I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dIC2w77gmbQ/s400/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brock and Kennedi enjoying the last few hours of 2009 with eachother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sz-EOllvHgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/src-Q3BjhZo/s1600-h/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422197862520790530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sz-EOllvHgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/src-Q3BjhZo/s400/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of the kiddos playing, dancing, and being crazy to "who let the dogs out"  what is it about that song that kids like so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sz-EOS0q-jI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Hjg9N4eOevE/s1600-h/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422197857483160114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sz-EOS0q-jI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Hjg9N4eOevE/s400/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaysen and Josh watching and waiting for their turn on the Wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sz-EN3pmaLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NBfl1C2ll0Q/s1600-h/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422197850188966066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sz-EN3pmaLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NBfl1C2ll0Q/s400/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone again, enjoying eachother and the last of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sz-ENegkzvI/AAAAAAAAALw/pymU4G_9PIQ/s1600-h/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422197843440226034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sz-ENegkzvI/AAAAAAAAALw/pymU4G_9PIQ/s400/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, even though its the most generic blog post ever, you still gotta do it! HAPPY NEW YEAR! Its crazy that it is already 2010! another year gone, another year older, another year wiser. Another year to look forward to, another to make memories in and another to try to improve yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typically people go out, bring in the new year with Friends or random people at the bar, drink entirely too much alcohol, try to drive home and hope not to get caught. People give those Officers a reason to work on new years... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we chose a different (probably much smarter) way to spend our last day of the year. We had our neices and nephews out to our house, stayed home and had a party with the kiddos. It was SO fun! We had frozen pizza, junk food, soda and misc snacks. Stayed up all night playing board games, Wii, computer games, listening to music, and laughing hystarically at the kids. The kids had a blast and we all made some great memories(along with getting some great photos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such a good year, We moved into our house in the country, its been great living out here, had our first "real" garden, my first custom kitchen, made just for me, Casey is close to his job which saves us lots of gas money, Brock won 1st place at State Wrestling, the kids have all been overall healthy, I started a new job that I really enjoy, made and Re-united with great friends. yeah, there have been the ups and of course the downs, but overall its been a good year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOP TEN NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~10...I hope this year to spend more quality time together as a Family...so my goal...Family night once a week, games, projects, mini-vacations, anything as long as it is all of us together once a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~9...I want to spend more time alone with Casey, so I am shooting for a mommy and daddy DATE night at least twice a month. Even if we just stay home I think it is important to have a few nights a month with just adults, NO KIDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~8...Seriously!!!  SAVE MONEY!  my goal for the year is to pay off all the Dr bills, debts and IOU's and really truely start being smart with our money.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~7...I need to spend the time to organize my house, my kitchen, bedrooms, everything!   Also included in this I am hoping to finish the flooring in the bedrooms and all of the basement.  our plan is to use our Tax Returns to finish the basement so that all the kids have their own rooms and our house is really truely big enough for our family of 6!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~6...I am trying really hard to be positive and not be so grumpy all of the time, my goal for the year is to improve my temper and overall mood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~5...I want to find an activity for each of the kids, Jaysen wants to continue lessons and learn to play his Guitar, so my goal for him is to continually and regularly go to guitar lessons, and for the other kids, to find something they are passionate about and keep them doing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~4...Kennedi is offically cut off of the bottle.  My goal is to not fall into her demands for giving it too her and keep her off of the bottle and on her big girl cups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~3...I am going to try to make it to Bible study and church at least a couple times a month, I haven' t been going at all and think that if I start with a couple times a month this year it would help my overall outlook on life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~2...I try really hard to keep healthy snacks in the house for the kids and us, I want to work harder on always having snacks and meals ready and planned that are healthy and cover they food groups that the kids need to be healthey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~1...my number one goal for the year is the same as probably 90% of everyone elses...to lose weight and get healthier, exercise daily, eat healthier and lose this weight I keep blaming on having Carter and Kennedi so close together...Kennedi is now 2, no need for babyfat anymore!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year everyone, I hope you all have a great year filled with love, happiness and great memories...now that I have shared with you my resolutions, i would love to hear all about yours...post me a message telling me your goals for the new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-3016672529264691768?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3016672529264691768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/3016672529264691768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/3016672529264691768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sz-EPBUx16I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dIC2w77gmbQ/s72-c/new+years+eve,+Kennedi%27s+birthday+172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-6176289466167287995</id><published>2009-12-29T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:40:54.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few days late...but heres Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SzoucCffQCI/AAAAAAAAALo/EZS7gVKTJcA/s1600-h/Christmas+378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420696160733970466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SzoucCffQCI/AAAAAAAAALo/EZS7gVKTJcA/s400/Christmas+378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SzoubmOUTgI/AAAAAAAAALg/PFKuNAVon84/s1600-h/Christmas+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420696153145757186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SzoubmOUTgI/AAAAAAAAALg/PFKuNAVon84/s400/Christmas+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SzoubBqKOzI/AAAAAAAAALY/jFOmrgNulCw/s1600-h/Christmas+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420696143330425650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SzoubBqKOzI/AAAAAAAAALY/jFOmrgNulCw/s400/Christmas+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Szouaw1oDgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wXqyhbODniI/s1600-h/Christmas+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420696138815114754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Szouaw1oDgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wXqyhbODniI/s400/Christmas+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SzouaZhl__I/AAAAAAAAALI/O5DzNrmf1vw/s1600-h/Christmas+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420696132557078514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SzouaZhl__I/AAAAAAAAALI/O5DzNrmf1vw/s400/Christmas+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I am totally behind. SORRY! I stilll havent' put up Winter Festival pictures(equivelant to Christmas program, but apparently the name isn't allowed in public schools anymore...gag) They will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow the pictures are of Christmas, The kids got a lot of neat things. Jaysen got a few board games and video games, a drawing book and some dumb Bakugan toys. Brock got a scope for his .22, some posters, a laser chasing car that goes up walls and on the ceiling. Carter got a Diago Back pack that he LOVES, some Bogs mud boots that haven't come off his feet in days other than to sleep and bathe! Kennedi got lots of baby doll stuff, a pretty dress and a balarena outfit, some hair stuff, and cute slippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was good to spend the day with family and we played WII almost all day, which is always fun(right?) Santa brought the wii to Nancy and Kenny so we all stayed over there and played different games all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;overall it was a great christmas, and of course the kids now have a ton of toys to figure out and find places for. Now its time to start thinking about Kennedi's 2nd birthday on the 30th. what a busy time of year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-6176289466167287995?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6176289466167287995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-days-latebut-heres-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/6176289466167287995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/6176289466167287995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-days-latebut-heres-christmas.html' title='a few days late...but heres Christmas!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SzoucCffQCI/AAAAAAAAALo/EZS7gVKTJcA/s72-c/Christmas+378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-1656365581468932883</id><published>2009-12-22T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:14:28.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK KIDS-----&gt; grumpy mamma~!</title><content type='html'>Why do kids ALWAYS get sick right before holidays?  all of my kids were sick for their 1st birthdays...always have SNOTTY noses for christmas pictures, WHY????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedi is sick, and when she gets sick it is scary.  I am still afraid every time she gets sick that we are going to end up in the hospital again.  and that she is going to have to come home on oxygen again. or worse yet we not catch it soon enough and she be low on oxygen and cause serious problems.  Which makes me wonder how parents with REALLY sick kids handle it.   She is sick and has some health problems and as her mom it is terrifing, but what the heck would i do if she had something worse, like cancer or something terminal?  How is it that they wake up every day and just keep going?  How do those parents of children with terminal sickness continue every day and stay positive....I don't know if I could do it.  It makes me thankful for Kennedis health problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were with her at the Childrens hospital in Denver I kept thinking to myself that I was so lucky...and in the same second, I was guilty for taking up the doctors time because all that was wrong with my child was some everlasting breathing trouble, as where the majority of the parents and kids there were dealing with "how long can we keep my child alive" or "how can we improve the last few weeks we have with our child"   My prayers and thoughts go out to all those familys that have horrible sickness in their family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I hate doctors, I refuse to pay them to tell me that my child is sick....I can give her breating treatments at home, I can tell when she is sick.   Does it make me a bad mother because I don't take her to the doctor, even when she is sick....I would rather deal with it at home than sleep for a week in a uncomfortable bed while doctors and nurses do the same thing I do at home.    also, I wonder sometime what other people do for thier sick kiddos....any home remedies...you know the "put vicks on their feet at night" type thing.   I don't know if that one works or not but it is interesting!  anyone have any other interesting home remedies???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-1656365581468932883?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1656365581468932883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-kids-grumpy-mamma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1656365581468932883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1656365581468932883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-kids-grumpy-mamma.html' title='SICK KIDS-----&gt; grumpy mamma~!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-7858753939599138868</id><published>2009-12-17T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:08:12.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, talk about fallin behind!</title><content type='html'>Sorry!  its been a while!  I guess with having excruciating tooth pain, starting a new job and trying to get ready for christmas I have let my blog get pushed to the back burner!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see, where do I start to get cought back up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the WORST pain in my entire life at the beginning of this month, I woke up with a tooth ache and blew it off (man was that a bad idea)   and I ended up in the emergancy room because I couldn't handle it~ what a waste that was, the doc was a jerk and gave me a shot to numb the area(that didn't work) and an advil.   Started on antibiotics and sent me home, 3 days later I went to the dentist and got no help there either.  Apparently, I have a wisdom tooth coming in that put to much pressure on the tooth next to it and cracked it, causing it to become absessed.  and to fix it I will have to go to a specialist-the kicker, I cant get in until AFTER christmas....GRRRRRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working at the Torrington Telegram part time doing page layout.  I love it!  it is an enjoyable job, it gets me out of the house about 16 hours a week which seems to be a good balance between home with the kids and getting away.  My co-workers are great and it gives me a chance to have some adult time!   plus it helps cushen the finances a little bit!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Christmas shopping goes, I am pretty much done, I have 2 difficult people left and chances are they will end up getting gift cards because I AM TOTALLY STUMPED!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to stay a little more cought up with my blog now that things are slowing down a little...even though December is hectic.  we have christmas and kennedis birthday is on the 30th.   Jaysen always says she was a late christmas present for us :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-7858753939599138868?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7858753939599138868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-talk-about-fallin-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7858753939599138868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7858753939599138868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-talk-about-fallin-behind.html' title='Man, talk about fallin behind!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-5661675918069613803</id><published>2009-11-27T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:32:59.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanks-birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SxCZtzlHbfI/AAAAAAAAALA/K2Q2iZIK6fo/s1600/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408992164691013106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SxCZtzlHbfI/AAAAAAAAALA/K2Q2iZIK6fo/s400/untitled2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SxCZtkKU5oI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0KddJLBmfAk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408992160552117890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SxCZtkKU5oI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0KddJLBmfAk/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SxCZtCmKzBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gYUh7H8OeCI/s1600/brock.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408992151542090770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SxCZtCmKzBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gYUh7H8OeCI/s400/brock.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SxCZsyWrnLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-IUM_V-l0yA/s1600/jay.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408992147182165170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SxCZsyWrnLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-IUM_V-l0yA/s400/jay.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SxCZspuzSaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OZ0KbdgQ9ks/s1600/kenand+i.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408992144867412386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SxCZspuzSaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OZ0KbdgQ9ks/s400/kenand+i.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;November 26...My birthday, and also every few years it is also Thanksgiving...:) talk about a super good Birthday dinner!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great day, I woke up and made 2 pumpkin Pies, and 30 deviled eggs, got ready, got the kids ready, and headed to town to meet the fam for thanksgiving at 12:30. Lunch was delicious as always (one thing I can definately say about my family...they sure can cook!) Then we all played UNO and PHASE 10 until bedtime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny it really wasn't anything exciting, special, or out of the ordinary, but it really is nice just to hit home base once in a while and have good quality family time, and I don't mean JUST mom and dad, I mean the whole fam! No stress, no worries, just good plain loving caring family. I had a blast, it was a great birthday AND thanksgiving! plus I got a TON of "happy birthday's" on my facebook, man I really didn't know I had that many people who gave a crap about me...maybe I should start being more thankful for the people I have in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-5661675918069613803?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5661675918069613803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanks-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/5661675918069613803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/5661675918069613803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanks-birthday.html' title='Happy Thanks-birthday'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SxCZtzlHbfI/AAAAAAAAALA/K2Q2iZIK6fo/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-7572297233368205973</id><published>2009-11-20T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:43:07.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking along a fenceline...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwcHMdmqMBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sxx2z7L-Bj0/s1600/linds+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406297788368171026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwcHMdmqMBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sxx2z7L-Bj0/s400/linds+and+I.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwcHMPv8IHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hiHjaA1mLFs/s1600/and+one+more.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406297784648999026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwcHMPv8IHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hiHjaA1mLFs/s400/and+one+more.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwcHL3A_bKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DoCz3CjcOVo/s1600/again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406297778009631906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwcHL3A_bKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/DoCz3CjcOVo/s400/again.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I am not the only one who feels this way sometimes, I know that its normal to question yourself and your morals, standards, ethics and it probably is actually healthy to touch base with that occasionally. However, lately I feel like all I do is question myself, why is that? I feel like every aspect of my life are fighting against eachother...this internal battle, no one thing ever wins or gets close enough to cancel any other, but its constant fighting pulls at every angle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been in a situation that i didnt' really know what side I was on, what stand i would take or what option I would fight for. I have been listening to a song a lot lately, like obsessively, and usually when I get stuck on a song or lyric or movie or whatever it is because I need to figure out the message that is lying in the lyrics, words or whatever. Here are the Lyrics I have been so stuck on the last few days....so much so that its running through my head constantly, and always in the back of my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking along the fenceline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;got my hands in my pocket, got a million things on my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;well Im not sure what im tryin to find &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i just keep walking , knowing it will come with time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;walkin along the fence line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Song continues and continues to make me think about everything.  I just want someone to step in and tell me whats going on and what to do, but I know I have to just keep walking, and know it will come with time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-7572297233368205973?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7572297233368205973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-along-fenceline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7572297233368205973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7572297233368205973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-along-fenceline.html' title='Walking along a fenceline...'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwcHMdmqMBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sxx2z7L-Bj0/s72-c/linds+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-4508354174523110588</id><published>2009-11-18T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:54:18.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, maybe sometimes I am just too hard on myself~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwSgqVmPCsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hytjQypURC0/s1600/IMG00344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405622101963901634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwSgqVmPCsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hytjQypURC0/s400/IMG00344.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwSgqJIsLzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/c9Z6diZ4q4M/s1600/IMG00326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405622098618756914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwSgqJIsLzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/c9Z6diZ4q4M/s400/IMG00326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwSgp_89RiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GzJBRnDqgTg/s1600/IMG00362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405622096153626146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwSgp_89RiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GzJBRnDqgTg/s400/IMG00362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwSgppl8LBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TDmC_dGy3s0/s1600/IMG00363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405622090151504914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwSgppl8LBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/TDmC_dGy3s0/s400/IMG00363.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times in every paretns life that they wonder if they are getting anywhere with their children, if they are teaching them the things they need to know for life and if the children are picking up at all what you are hoping they do.   Thats where I have been at for quite a while...I think that my kids are just blowing me off 90% of the time and that I have to be failing miserably as a parent in that area.  Then they do things occasionally that make me think maybe im not doing such an awful job.  Thats what happened earlier today and again this evening.  Earlier the kids were wanting a snack and I had told them NO because they had already had their snack and I didn't want to ruin supper.  So Carter continues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"can i have a cookie"&lt;br /&gt;"nope" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"a candy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"nope" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"well, I can have some grapes...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Carter, I said no!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"grapes are good for me, and so are apples mom, I can have them, they aren't junk!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, he has me there!  and I am so proud of him for recognising that all the snacks he was asking me for were junk and knew that I would tell him no because of it, but surely I couldn't say no to something healthy!  hahaha  I hate to admit it, but the little smarty got a few grapes for that one!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later this evening, Jaysen, who seems to be the one who pulls stupid stunts most and who I seem to wory about most.  He just seems to be oblivious to logic half the time and does things that are so silly and strange and absent minded.  Well tonight we had French Toast for supper, of course we had syrup with it.  Jaysen, not paying any attention poured his on the floor instead of the plate (yep, those are the silly absent minded things i am talking about)  He looked at me with a look of confusion on his face and says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"well, I guess I should get a towel" &lt;br /&gt;"yep, I guess you should" I replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as he is getting a towel and cleaning it up he stops and starts digging under the sink.   I wondered what on earth he was doing, because spills are a regular happening in our house, usually wiped up and forgotten about.  He got the spray cleaner out and said "I think ill use this also since syrup is so sticky, I don't want to leave a sticky smear on the floor for everyone to walk on." WOW!  I couldn't believe that he not only wiped up the mess but thought to actually get rid of the sticky mess!!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story is that even though it isn't obvious all the time that the kids are picking up the things im throwin at them, they are.  When they do show you that they are comprehending all the things, it is such a great feeling of success~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also we finally got to do Jaysens Parent teacher conference.  It started to feel like we were never going to get it done, but FINALLY!   He is doing great in school, his teacher had great things to say about him and couldn't say enough how sharp his mind is.  He really is a great kid!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-4508354174523110588?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4508354174523110588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-maybe-sometimes-i-am-just-too-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/4508354174523110588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/4508354174523110588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-maybe-sometimes-i-am-just-too-hard.html' title='Man, maybe sometimes I am just too hard on myself~'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SwSgqVmPCsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hytjQypURC0/s72-c/IMG00344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-7840959228277314698</id><published>2009-11-11T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:54:31.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 random things about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvsfjXrNaAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NI3YplYdoNU/s1600-h/us.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402946870472173570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvsfjXrNaAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NI3YplYdoNU/s400/us.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvsfjBF0CuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oiLfylnlIME/s1600-h/me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402946864409742050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvsfjBF0CuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oiLfylnlIME/s400/me.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I am 25 years old (but only for 15 more days!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I have 4 children but would really like to have 2-3 more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I think I am a very capabal mother however usually I don't think I am being a very good mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I enjoy reading non fiction and love learning about presidents...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I hate stupid television shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  I am actually very shy, I hate being around people most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  I am a bunny hugger.  I am with an avid hunter, but I hate the idea of killing animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  I am so ridiculasly unorganized that it makes me crazy!    but in the same hand i never can do anything to change that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  I love living in the country and never ever want to live in town or in a city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I want to be a very successful business woman...but I don't really want to ever work away from home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  My dream job is being a police officer, but I will probably just continue working towards being a Teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I have a stupid obsession with pens. like writing pens.  I love them, and have a ton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  I also have an obsession with vampires.  I know its stupid, but i think i was ment to be one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I want to homeschool my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  I have one Brother, his name is Jeremy and he is 7 years older than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.  I am addicted to Facebook, and I am starting to become addicted to my blog also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.  I love going for walks late at night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I went to europe when I was younger, and really really want to go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.  I want a Great Dane or a beagel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.  When I was little I used to pretend I was magic, and my MAGIC all came from dust in my pocket...yep real dust, like DIRT!  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21.  I don't believe in immunizations or most medical care.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. I hate halloween and easter, and I love thanksgiving (which is usually also my birthday)  I tolerate christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23.  I think it is mean to lie to kids...especially about things like the tooth fairy and santa...but I do it anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24.  I hate baseball and golf and nascar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25.  I love getting suprise mail...like letters, cards or packages when I don't expect them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are the 25 random things about me...there are plenty more but they aren't all that interesting really!  I noticed that as I was writing them...man, i am kinda boring, maybe I need to work on that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-7840959228277314698?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7840959228277314698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/25-random-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7840959228277314698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7840959228277314698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 random things about me...'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvsfjXrNaAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NI3YplYdoNU/s72-c/us.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-6785115285238748439</id><published>2009-11-10T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:12:07.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pretty sure I have the cutest little girl in the world!!! (I may be a bit biased though)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Svoa0QJRb5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ihMl9BVFs00/s1600-h/Kennedi+TUTU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402660187973709714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Svoa0QJRb5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ihMl9BVFs00/s400/Kennedi+TUTU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Svoa0GNneOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ER4CXZV6V1M/s1600-h/kennedi+bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402660185307576546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Svoa0GNneOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ER4CXZV6V1M/s400/kennedi+bunny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today I finally got Kennedi's pictures taken...yeah, the last time was when she was 6 months old.  Yikes.  Talk about last child syndrom.  Isn't it funny how that works...with Jaysen and Brock we have tons and tons of pictures...every milestone, every excuse we got pictures done, with Carter we had them done a few times, here and there, with poor Kennedi she has so few...I mean we have plenty of snapshots, but as far as professional pictures go, one 6 months, one at 22 months.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, we had a great time doing them, the ones above I stole from the photographers website, but its ok because ill buy the entire CD...and I wanted to get a couple on here.  She is such a HAM.  She had a blast being the center of attention and I enjoyed playing dress up with her.  By the end we were all pretty much exhausted and ready to call it quits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a different note, I am doing a project called "operation christmas child."  For those of you who dont know, it is where you fill a shoe box of toys or misc little gifts and they get sent to a child who will otherwise have no christmas.  I honestly think that I am more excited to send this to a random child than I am having christmas with my kids.  We were going to only do one box, but have decided that each of my kiddos will make a box to send.  I think it is a wonderful way to instill the idea of christmas as GIVING not I WANT I WANT I WANT.   It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling when we as a family do something like this and would love to do more...if anyone knows of any organizations or things that you can suggest that are similar let me know.  And if you are interested at all in participating in OPERATION XMAS CHILD please let me know and I will get you the info you need!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-6785115285238748439?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6785115285238748439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-pretty-sure-i-have-cutest-little.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/6785115285238748439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/6785115285238748439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-pretty-sure-i-have-cutest-little.html' title='I&apos;m pretty sure I have the cutest little girl in the world!!! (I may be a bit biased though)'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Svoa0QJRb5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ihMl9BVFs00/s72-c/Kennedi+TUTU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-7087142734344683968</id><published>2009-11-09T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:23:51.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life throws you lemons....do what again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvjbF3ZCmJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zgzfRSWZEz0/s1600-h/DSCF0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402308646845716626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvjbF3ZCmJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zgzfRSWZEz0/s400/DSCF0443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvjbFqxeJ0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/KDyfRhGJ4nw/s1600-h/DSCF0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402308643458524994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvjbFqxeJ0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/KDyfRhGJ4nw/s400/DSCF0465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvjbFc63VII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7gNKEUSgHSw/s1600-h/DSCF0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402308639739827330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvjbFc63VII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7gNKEUSgHSw/s400/DSCF0502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so here I am, a stay at home mom, and happy as can be doing it. I always planned on going back to work, but not until Kennedi starts school. So my opportunity came 3 years early. What do I do now? I have a chance to start a job (one that i would only think I could dream of without an education) but the opportunity is now and I have to admit, I am a bit torn.  I know my kids would be fine without me, I know that I would enjoy the social aspect of a job away from home, I also know that the holidays are coming and a little extra would be great right now.  It is a part time job, and fairly flexable, which is wonderful and I think it has the possibility of growing into a full time job later...awesome.  I guess in all reality the choice is made...I just need to accept that I don't get to be home with the kids all day and I really need to find someone who will babysit...UGH.  Anyone have any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-7087142734344683968?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7087142734344683968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-life-throws-you-lemonsdo-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7087142734344683968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7087142734344683968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-life-throws-you-lemonsdo-what.html' title='When life throws you lemons....do what again?'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvjbF3ZCmJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zgzfRSWZEz0/s72-c/DSCF0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-5245150345720667833</id><published>2009-11-09T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:13:24.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carters gotta girlfriend.....hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Svie3y5yF8I/AAAAAAAAAII/P3gdb53ipOw/s1600-h/DSCF0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402242434425034690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Svie3y5yF8I/AAAAAAAAAII/P3gdb53ipOw/s400/DSCF0792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I babysit for a friend of mine after school, this picture if of Carter and her daughter Tavyn.  Well, carter informed me the other day that Tavyn was his BEST FRIEND, and she agreed.  The next day however...they no longer are best friends.  Tavyn is Carters GIRL FRIEND!!  haha  wow, 3 years old and already?  Im not totally sure how to feel about the whole thing, but i have to admit it is pretty darn cute!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaysen has his Parent Teacher conferences tonight, I am a little excited, and also a bit nervous, we will see how it goes later.  I am sure he is doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-5245150345720667833?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5245150345720667833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/carters-gotta-girlfriendhahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/5245150345720667833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/5245150345720667833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/carters-gotta-girlfriendhahaha.html' title='Carters gotta girlfriend.....hahaha'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Svie3y5yF8I/AAAAAAAAAII/P3gdb53ipOw/s72-c/DSCF0792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-1948839011905277030</id><published>2009-11-08T17:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:20:57.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma Nancy and the kids&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvduP-3qbqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BSjG6wLoAFY/s1600-h/nancyandkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401907498907758242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvduP-3qbqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BSjG6wLoAFY/s400/nancyandkids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and the big boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvduPm-sx6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GWaMYEjAqYs/s1600-h/me+and+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401907492494821282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvduPm-sx6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GWaMYEjAqYs/s400/me+and+boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvduPWoSQdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2ZLyKBBtZ9g/s1600-h/tough+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401907488105841106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvduPWoSQdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2ZLyKBBtZ9g/s400/tough+boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaysen and Brock at the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvduPGoyc4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/h_NnX9A5nW4/s1600-h/jetski+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401907483812983682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvduPGoyc4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/h_NnX9A5nW4/s400/jetski+boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready to go snorkling in the hot tub at the hotel lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvduPNU-fuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/U-I42JgOQPQ/s1600-h/DSCF0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401907485608935138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvduPNU-fuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/U-I42JgOQPQ/s400/DSCF0288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-1948839011905277030?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1948839011905277030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1948839011905277030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1948839011905277030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-photos.html' title='random photos'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvduP-3qbqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BSjG6wLoAFY/s72-c/nancyandkids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-1893214345130340371</id><published>2009-11-08T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:17:30.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Photos...FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdCJppFPII/AAAAAAAAAF0/6rIt5bilAk4/s1600-h/100_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401859011618618498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdCJppFPII/AAAAAAAAAF0/6rIt5bilAk4/s400/100_0266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdCJYb4CjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sX4Xh6IeAc0/s1600-h/100_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401859006999824946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdCJYb4CjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sX4Xh6IeAc0/s400/100_0253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdCJIjx9YI/AAAAAAAAAFk/b32hQT624ic/s1600-h/100_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401859002738013570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdCJIjx9YI/AAAAAAAAAFk/b32hQT624ic/s400/100_0249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdCIykCOrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AJnlNlNt6yU/s1600-h/100_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401858996833499826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdCIykCOrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AJnlNlNt6yU/s400/100_0258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdBrifFPtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uyVevH6OuY8/s1600-h/100_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401858494301552338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdBrifFPtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uyVevH6OuY8/s400/100_0257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdBrUMxdBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jGGCQd_EJt4/s1600-h/100_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401858490466661394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdBrUMxdBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jGGCQd_EJt4/s400/100_0262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdBq9OVRWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z16bCYroR5k/s1600-h/100_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401858484299187554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdBq9OVRWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z16bCYroR5k/s400/100_0255.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdBq7HAUgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DzZxlOLC69E/s1600-h/100_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401858483731583490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdBq7HAUgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DzZxlOLC69E/s400/100_0247.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdBqR4I1AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/olP0qhwfQ1k/s1600-h/100_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401858472663372802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdBqR4I1AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/olP0qhwfQ1k/s400/100_0240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I figured out how to get these darn pictures on here. Well, I shouldn't pretend I did anything.  I just got lucky mostly.  Anyhow, now there are some photos of the kids for their 2009 halloween.   And even one with their great grandpa Lawrance, although after 3 trys we decided his eyes were just destined to be closed in this picture!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had a great time and even though I pretty much HATE halloween, I have to admit it was a fun day and evening.  We spent the day at my moms house and got the kids ready there, then went to a few houses trick-or-treating, mostly family and close friends.  The kids got plenty of candy and we headed home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing too exciting, but everyone seemed to be satisfied and happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-1893214345130340371?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1893214345130340371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-photosfinally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1893214345130340371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1893214345130340371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-photosfinally.html' title='Halloween Photos...FINALLY!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvdCJppFPII/AAAAAAAAAF0/6rIt5bilAk4/s72-c/100_0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-5943135863463602611</id><published>2009-11-06T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:06:04.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I hate hunting season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I wonder if at some point I will stop being so bitter and actually be happy for Casey that he has something that he loves so much.  I have yet to understand the "thrill" of hunting.   I don't get it, I just cant comprehend getting THAT excited and THAT stimulated just to go freeze your behind off and HOPE that you may see something you want to shoot.  UGH   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;plus Hunting means that he is gone.  He is not with us, and I hate him being away.  He works all of the time...12-15 hour days most of the time, and a lot of times doesnt have a day off.  So the days he has off I hold kind of sacred in a sence, I am kind of greedy and want him to myself and the kids.  I don't want to share him with his friends so they can go hunting or bowling or anyting else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Beyond the whole not understanding it thing, is the fact that I am totally jealous of it.  I just realized that today.  I'm definately NOT jealous of the whole "hunting" thing, i am jealous of the fact that he has a hobby that he really truely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as where I enjoy reading and I enjoy photography and I enjoy scrapbooking, I cant say that i have anything in my life (as far as hobbies go) that really makes me genuinly happy and excited.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am also jealous that he gets to leave the house and go spend time with guys friends and get rid of stress and relax.  Man I cant even remember what that is like!  or the last time I did something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I guess maybe I just really need to find a hobby that I love, but I don't even know where to start, or how.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe the whole stay at home thing has totally ruined my social skills.  I don't even know how to go about being social and finding new hobbies....that would include doing something new, which- heaven forbid-means being around NEW people also...YIKES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-5943135863463602611?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5943135863463602611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-hate-hunting-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/5943135863463602611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/5943135863463602611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-hate-hunting-season.html' title='I think I hate hunting season.'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-8294978956988398948</id><published>2009-11-05T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:39:36.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many pictures.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jaysen playing Soccer which is his fav sport&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMM-DSpBII/AAAAAAAAAEs/DIuu2iyEPuQ/s1600-h/jaysen+soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400674638322271362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMM-DSpBII/AAAAAAAAAEs/DIuu2iyEPuQ/s400/jaysen+soccer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jaysen and Brock in the Hot Tub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMM-FAq5tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0MIFU-tTlqA/s1600-h/hottub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400674638783768274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMM-FAq5tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0MIFU-tTlqA/s400/hottub.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey and Carter in matching camo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMM90rhkyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FtwltCnBe9g/s1600-h/casey+and+carter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400674634400109346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMM90rhkyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FtwltCnBe9g/s400/casey+and+carter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaysen and Brocks Pig Wrestling team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMM9ojc5tI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q0EkF6Ozk0o/s1600-h/boys+pigwrestling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400674631145023186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMM9ojc5tI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q0EkF6Ozk0o/s400/boys+pigwrestling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last family photo...need to get new ones done :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMM9YzhhQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JtTmmu7CrWo/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400674626917467394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMM9YzhhQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JtTmmu7CrWo/s400/family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many photos I want to put on here so bare with me when there are a ton of photos and not much "blogging"&lt;br /&gt; once i get a little cought up I will be better at the stories...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-8294978956988398948?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8294978956988398948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-many-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/8294978956988398948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/8294978956988398948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-many-pictures.html' title='so many pictures.....'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMM-DSpBII/AAAAAAAAAEs/DIuu2iyEPuQ/s72-c/jaysen+soccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-7709188976666189427</id><published>2009-11-05T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:07:09.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMEkkQeXHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FWJQWWKdePI/s1600-h/grandma+and+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 86px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400665404401933426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMEkkQeXHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FWJQWWKdePI/s400/grandma+and+kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMEkXMIOxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BP3WG_t2krg/s1600-h/kennedi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 86px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400665400894044946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMEkXMIOxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BP3WG_t2krg/s400/kennedi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMEkeINQ1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/P56RLqqj78w/s1600-h/carters+hands.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400665402756645714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMEkeINQ1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/P56RLqqj78w/s400/carters+hands.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMEkD2-ZvI/AAAAAAAAADs/SVSUTWzBogw/s1600-h/carter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400665395705046770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMEkD2-ZvI/AAAAAAAAADs/SVSUTWzBogw/s400/carter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes I forget. Sometimes I am ungreatful.  Sometimes I take for granted.  Sometimes I lose my temper.  Sometimes I lose track of what matters.  Sometimes I am compleatly clueless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever notice how immediatly after a loss or a death everyone all of the sudden remembers how important the little things are?  After someone passes away and you have to do the greiving all of the sudden what you have is a lot more important.  Why is it that it takes something life altering and devistating to stop and smell the roses?  Why cant we be greatful and happy and forgiving and patient all of the time not just when things go bad?   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I look at photos of my kids and family, or old photos of childhood friends I always think about how good I have it and how I never am greatful enough for the things I have or had and the people in my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so dang easy to forget what you have and just live the everyday routine, and then all of the sudden something happens and you realize that your normal routine can be changed at any second!!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what will it take for me to STOP and enjoy what I have?  do I have to wait until it is gone to be thankful for it?  I sure hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-7709188976666189427?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7709188976666189427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7709188976666189427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7709188976666189427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes.html' title='sometimes...'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SvMEkkQeXHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FWJQWWKdePI/s72-c/grandma+and+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-9177786526389714263</id><published>2009-11-05T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:58:14.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer  =   #@!$%#@</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been trying to get Caseys birthday photos and halloween photos up on here and on facebook.  Go figure the memory card we used while taking pictures has failed us.  It only works in my moms camera.  My computer SD drive wont read it,; my printer SD drive doesn't read it and when I put it in my camera the darn pictures are all fuzzy and out of focus...any suggestions?    Any how as soon as i am able to figure out how to get my pictures on the computer my halloween and birthday pictures will be up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-9177786526389714263?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/9177786526389714263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/9177786526389714263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/9177786526389714263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/computer.html' title='Computer  =   #@!$%#@'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-760137516522851956</id><published>2009-10-30T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:57:39.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin carving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusHRpNaKtI/AAAAAAAAADk/n737Xlbdt-Y/s1600-h/DSCF0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398416578034936530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusHRpNaKtI/AAAAAAAAADk/n737Xlbdt-Y/s400/DSCF0777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusHBF2bk6I/AAAAAAAAADc/VkgAyYFGtVs/s1600-h/DSCF0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398416293665412002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusHBF2bk6I/AAAAAAAAADc/VkgAyYFGtVs/s400/DSCF0779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusHA97KcCI/AAAAAAAAADU/SALg4tr8_dA/s1600-h/DSCF0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398416291537776674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusHA97KcCI/AAAAAAAAADU/SALg4tr8_dA/s400/DSCF0780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusHALK1hQI/AAAAAAAAADM/30LjsfMvRHI/s1600-h/DSCF0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398416277913306370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusHALK1hQI/AAAAAAAAADM/30LjsfMvRHI/s400/DSCF0781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusG_1aLajI/AAAAAAAAADE/H1VSWh74j48/s1600-h/DSCF0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398416272072075826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusG_1aLajI/AAAAAAAAADE/H1VSWh74j48/s400/DSCF0782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year in our garden we grew bunch of pumpkins. The kids have been wanting to carve them basically since the first blooms set onto the pumpkin vines! Finally it is Halloween time and they got to carve their pumpkins. Jaysen and Brock did everything by themselves, including the (very nerve racking) cutting of the faces. Carter did an Excellent job getting the "guts" out, and as you can see from Kennedi's face, she wasn't overly impressed by the pumpkin goo. They all had an excellent time and were all pretty proud of their pumpkins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween is approaching so fast...we have yet to get much planning done, i am secretly still hoping that it snows that 2 feet and we dont have to dress up or go trick or treating...im sure I wont get so lucky! Jaysen wants to be a Vampire or a Football player or a "men in black" Brock wants to be a wrestler...and the littles, could care less! I think kennedi is going to be a wyoming cowboys cheerleader and carter ... well, maybe a devil. No one ever know until the day of what they end up dressing as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-760137516522851956?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/760137516522851956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumokin-carving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/760137516522851956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/760137516522851956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumokin-carving.html' title='pumpkin carving'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusHRpNaKtI/AAAAAAAAADk/n737Xlbdt-Y/s72-c/DSCF0777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-9137119705429630041</id><published>2009-10-30T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:21:18.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusERoRN7PI/AAAAAAAAACU/6Qe65-mdGNg/s1600-h/DSCF0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398413279247592690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusERoRN7PI/AAAAAAAAACU/6Qe65-mdGNg/s400/DSCF0775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little Farm Boys, Jaysen and Carter helping dad in the tractor.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusDIgi5PYI/AAAAAAAAACM/tpCGZ5ac64Y/s1600-h/DSCF0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398412023043800450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusDIgi5PYI/AAAAAAAAACM/tpCGZ5ac64Y/s400/DSCF0547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carter at the JR bullriding...very interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusDIVjlijI/AAAAAAAAACE/iWkcpCIPKBc/s1600-h/DSCF0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398412020093913650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusDIVjlijI/AAAAAAAAACE/iWkcpCIPKBc/s400/DSCF0761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter in the Bathtub...everyone has to have a shampoo mohawk at some point!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusDHsddE5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/yPFY8DzZ8TA/s1600-h/DSCF0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398412009062339474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusDHsddE5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/yPFY8DzZ8TA/s400/DSCF0530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monroe, our family Dog&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusBecjKX6I/AAAAAAAAABs/vdmDaKCqsy8/s1600-h/DSCF0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398410200905047970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusBecjKX6I/AAAAAAAAABs/vdmDaKCqsy8/s400/DSCF0148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-9137119705429630041?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/9137119705429630041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/9137119705429630041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/9137119705429630041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SusERoRN7PI/AAAAAAAAACU/6Qe65-mdGNg/s72-c/DSCF0775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-1586335273073573667</id><published>2009-10-28T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:49:53.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Casey!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuicST5STmI/AAAAAAAAABk/EAVZb8ZbxPo/s1600-h/DSCF0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397735991795666530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuicST5STmI/AAAAAAAAABk/EAVZb8ZbxPo/s400/DSCF0452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is Casey's 30th birthday...  Happy Birthday!  Casey is the most dedicated and hard working man I know.   He is a loyal father and family is his life.  I could not ask for a better parent for my children or partner for me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Him being 30 years old means he was MY age when we started dating.  Which means i feel a little old!  lol   we have had 5 great years together, learning from eachother and sharing our lives.   we went from 2 people in a relationship to being one joined couple.  Our life together is whole and I couldn't ask for more.  I look forward to many more wonderful years together, sharing so many things as we get older...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Jaysen, Brock, Carter, Kennedi, and I...Happy Birthday, we love you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-1586335273073573667?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1586335273073573667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-casey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1586335273073573667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/1586335273073573667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-casey.html' title='Happy Birthday Casey!!!'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuicST5STmI/AAAAAAAAABk/EAVZb8ZbxPo/s72-c/DSCF0452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-2356919033046785605</id><published>2009-10-27T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T07:01:49.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just some random pictures of the fam at the lake</title><content type='html'>Carter Jackson this year &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub8tQNpKDI/AAAAAAAAABc/ohu5l4dtcTI/s1600-h/DSCF0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397279057826621490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub8tQNpKDI/AAAAAAAAABc/ohu5l4dtcTI/s400/DSCF0519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kennedi Alysse at Springer lake this summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub8s6n1wPI/AAAAAAAAABU/F_7y1gWM7kw/s1600-h/DSCF0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397279052030918898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub8s6n1wPI/AAAAAAAAABU/F_7y1gWM7kw/s400/DSCF0512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter July 4th 2007 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub8siWl-WI/AAAAAAAAABM/EUdbfq6oGjo/s1600-h/thumb__00923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397279045516130658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub8siWl-WI/AAAAAAAAABM/EUdbfq6oGjo/s400/thumb__00923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub8sZSvhpI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mnip0tcnmzA/s1600-h/thumb__00932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397279043084060306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub8sZSvhpI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mnip0tcnmzA/s400/thumb__00932.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter 2007~he kept taking his "lil swimmer" off and sitting in the water lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub8sGd6wqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xPFBT1QoOd4/s1600-h/thumb__00914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397279038030660258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub8sGd6wqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xPFBT1QoOd4/s400/thumb__00914.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-2356919033046785605?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2356919033046785605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-some-random-pictures-of-fam-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/2356919033046785605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/2356919033046785605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-some-random-pictures-of-fam-at.html' title='just some random pictures of the fam at the lake'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub8tQNpKDI/AAAAAAAAABc/ohu5l4dtcTI/s72-c/DSCF0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-8942717474184935665</id><published>2009-10-27T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T06:51:39.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its always just the "simple" things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub06YhlKXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qXvG2TPhpNU/s1600-h/100_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397270487303006578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub06YhlKXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qXvG2TPhpNU/s400/100_1252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever notice, that no matter how crappy a mood you are in or how bad a day you had or are having, a simple beauty (like a rainbow) can take your breath away.  You always have enough positive left inside you to appreciate its beauty.  You always look and it makes your heart smile even if its just for a second.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning was one of those mornings (and unfortunately, im quite sure the morning has only barely begun)  after waking up throughout the night with my two youngest children, the alarm went off at 6am as always...i drug myself out of bed and woke Jaysen to get ready for school.  Its all I can do to not be grouchy at him just for making me get up so he can go to stupid school...I mean Jeeze, he is 7 years old shouldn't he be able to get up and get ready all by himself?  (*joke*).  Kennedi(they youngest and only girl) then woke up, soaked from head to toe...had wet the bed, obviousley.    got her up, cleaned up, bedding changed, laundry started, and again wanted to tell her how ridiculas it was that at ALMOST 2 years old she is still peeing in her crib!!!!  This is the point that Carter woke up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"mom, mom, ,mom" (not even a paause for me to respond) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what, Carter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i want some juice"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"its time to get up Carter" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I can't"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"why cant you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"cuz I peed and I am wet"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOR CHRIST SAKE.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one more stinky bedroom, one more dirty kid, one more unneeded load of laundry, and one more reason for me to be totally annoyed...and then it occured to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My children are my rainbow.  they are my light at the end of the darkness, they are the reason for me to smile and find that last little bit of positive and just be thankful for the beauty in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaysen is 7 years old, he gets up at the second you tell him it is time, he dresses himself and gets all of his things ready for school BY HIMSELF.  He prefers to eat at school so that saves me the time cooking him breakfast, he always finished homework at school or on the bus making more time for us at home to do the things we want to do.  He really is a good kid!  and it isn't THAT bad getting up at 6am!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kennedi is 1 she will be 2 on Dec 30, and she is potty trained...no more diapers, no more poopy messes to clean up, no more wipes to worry about, and sheesh she just looks so dang cute in her big girl panties!!!  She is not even 2 i guess maybe i should be thankful that the only mess i am cleaning up is a wet bed!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carter is 3, kids are kids, and they have accidents right?  he never has an accident except in the night...he has a smile that would melt anyones heart and a personality that would make anyone crazy.  He is such an individual and for that I should be thankful and not get upset by the small things that they do....they are all still just kids and my days with them as children are numbered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my point in writing this is to open my eyes and cherish the things that my kids are doing at this point in time.  Find that last peice of positive and embrace it because all the negative in the world wont let me enjoy the youth of my children...and its not a long term time period....~Find your rainbow today and embrace the positive~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-8942717474184935665?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8942717474184935665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-always-just-simple-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/8942717474184935665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/8942717474184935665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-always-just-simple-things.html' title='Its always just the &quot;simple&quot; things...'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/Sub06YhlKXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qXvG2TPhpNU/s72-c/100_1252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-8331166559606225564</id><published>2009-10-26T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:53:52.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Drama....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuYaN3VHlAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w3fDyI26dwQ/s1600-h/100_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397030028943266818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuYaN3VHlAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w3fDyI26dwQ/s400/100_1235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuYaNXMBLOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yLiflyot-eA/s1600-h/100_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397030020315163874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuYaNXMBLOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yLiflyot-eA/s400/100_1233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuYWqVI8Y-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/EY6cLbFsvwg/s1600-h/DSCF0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397026119935091682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuYWqVI8Y-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/EY6cLbFsvwg/s400/DSCF0395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok, so i decorate cakes, or at least I try to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday (yeah as in day after tomorrow) is Caseys 30th birthday, I am having a "family" dinner party for him that evening and can not decide on a cake to make. He wants a "female anatomy" cake, but i would rather do something a little more appropraite for the family get together...so I'm left with a day to not only decide on a cake but prepare...UGH. I have done a lot of different things but really want this one to be special. I am getting a little nervous and freaked out to say the least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My options are a Wyoming Cowboys cake...which I have done before, but could do a lot nicer one now, a hunting themed cake, which i have also done before, but could do differently, or to come up with something totally different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to do something totally different as it is his 30th birthday, and of course i want it to be super special, but the question remains...WHAT SHOULD I DO!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuYWqG3aN0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/u7iIxEM-KiE/s1600-h/DSCF0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-8331166559606225564?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8331166559606225564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/cake-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/8331166559606225564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/8331166559606225564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/cake-drama.html' title='Cake Drama....'/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuYaN3VHlAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w3fDyI26dwQ/s72-c/100_1235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2655506467003426891.post-7269497193420661562</id><published>2009-10-25T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:53:51.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casey and I'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuS3x3v6UqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ubol9Flwhr4/s1600-h/DSCF0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396640320903074466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuS3x3v6UqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ubol9Flwhr4/s400/DSCF0455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life can only be discribed as beautiful chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Casey is 29 years old and works for Wyoming Haybusters as a truck driver/Hay Farmer. He is a hard worker and a dedicated father. He enjoys hunting, bowling, and building things. He is currantly remodling our house and his work is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 25, I am a stay at home mother and hope to return to school in the next few years after our youngest child starts school. In the mean time I enjoy Scrapbooking, photography, and gardening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began our journey 5 years ago and since have grown to a family of six. Jaysen(7)is in second grade, Brock(7) is in first grade, Carter(3) started pre school this year. and Kennedi will be two in December. With 2 adults, 4 children, 1 dog, 1 cat, 1 ferret and 2 fish there is never a dull moment or lack of entertainment. As i mentioned, it is always chaos...beautiful chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is our life, our daily happenings and events...my own personal journal of our family...hope you enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2655506467003426891-7269497193420661562?l=rochellestitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7269497193420661562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-life-can-only-be-discribed-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7269497193420661562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2655506467003426891/posts/default/7269497193420661562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rochellestitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-life-can-only-be-discribed-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960910951592592962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/THk3u6GKruI/AAAAAAAAASs/OAdfuLJY7OA/S220/carters+hands.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCasWa3nbLM/SuS3x3v6UqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ubol9Flwhr4/s72-c/DSCF0455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
