<?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-9572690</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:46:36.284-05:00</updated><category term='CVS'/><category term='household'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='saving money'/><category term='Walgreen&apos;s'/><category term='wordless wednesday'/><category term='WFMW'/><category term='Frugal Friday'/><category term='Lexi'/><category term='lessons learned'/><category term='what I Believe'/><category term='sponsored'/><title type='text'>HA HA made you look</title><subtitle type='html'>Do you really want to read my pointless ramblings?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>658</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-8388357263985599120</id><published>2012-02-10T13:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T13:48:39.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/blog/posts/motherhood-as-a-mission-field" target="_blank"&gt;This blog&lt;/a&gt; a friend shared has got me thinking a lot about parenting. It's called Motherhood as a mission field. It has a lot of good points, things I needed to be reminded of, things i probably need to remember daily. I don't resent my kids that I am at home with them, but I do get feeling like they are an inconvenience to me.&amp;nbsp; I get irritated when they act their age and do childish things from time to time. See, for the most part i have great kids, but they have their moments where the actually act like kids. And those moments throw me off and I get irritated.&amp;nbsp; It's little stupid things that push me over the limit. It's those moments that I need to remember A) they are kids, MY kids whom I love very much. B) I am their mom, I wanted kids so badly, and kids are dependent. They are supposed to be, they are KIDS.&amp;nbsp; Now don't get me wrong, there are things a 3 and 5 year old could and should be doing alone. like wiping their own bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;But as a mom, i should not feel inconvenienced by my children. I should not be upset that I have to spend 5 more minutes with them when all i want to do is lay on the couch and take&amp;nbsp; a nap! Being a mom is a sacrifice, sometimes it's more of a sacrifice than others, but we are investing in people. We are helping them become who they will be for the rest of their lives. We are showing them what being a mom is all about. *GULP* We should be modeling Christ, so they can see Christ in us, and then in turn display Christ in their own lives.&amp;nbsp; I fail miserably at this, most days more than others...&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been reading a lot of verses about Love lately, what love is supposed to look like. It's impossible to fully love without Christ, if you read 1 Corinthians 13,&amp;nbsp; it gives you the guidelines for love, it's some heavy duty stuff! no human can accomplish that.&amp;nbsp; patient- maybe. kind- yah, does not envy, does not boast, not proud, not rude, not self-seeking, not easily angered, keeps NO record of wrongs, does not delight in evil, rejoices with truth, always protects, always trusts, always hopes always perseveres.&amp;nbsp; I don't know about you, but i have a hard time living up to just one of those characteristics, let alone all of them.&amp;nbsp; It's only through Christ that we can fully love someone.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I love and serve a perfect God who can help me love my children and husband the way He intended me to love them. As long as I daily ask for his help and admit that I cannot do it alone. Which is something I need to remember. It's all quite humbling honestly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-8388357263985599120?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/8388357263985599120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=8388357263985599120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8388357263985599120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8388357263985599120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2012/02/parenting.html' title='Parenting'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-851334247497710449</id><published>2012-02-06T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:31:55.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>We've had this odd bug going around our house for a few weeks, it's really annoying. Especially since the girls have been driving me nuts because they've only been around each other not other kids. They're fighting like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've been playing more too, but the fighting is driving me nuts!! Today they were kinda cute though, Josiah was playing on the drum, one girl was making up &lt;a href="http://www.jamplay.com/guitar-lessons/songs"&gt;guitar songs&lt;/a&gt; and the other was playing on the keyboard.&amp;nbsp; It was nice, until they started fighting about who was allowed to sing and who wasn't! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I was very happy when we accidentally ran into my husband's sister and her family tonight and they decided to take the girls for the night. It will be nice to have a little break. Josiah and I will just chill and spend some time together (and clean the house).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-851334247497710449?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/851334247497710449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=851334247497710449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/851334247497710449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/851334247497710449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2012/02/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-3272292754768083515</id><published>2012-01-26T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:13:03.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Following your dreams</title><content type='html'>When I first met my best friend, Beth, in college I had a dream that we lived next to each other and we were ice skating on our driveways.&amp;nbsp; Since our freshmen year of college we haven't been together, aside from a visit or two. It's quite sad to me, but we've managed to stay connected with skype, IM, facebook, texting, emails, blogs... you know all the ways technology makes life easier.&amp;nbsp; We skype with each other almost daily, it's just like stopping by and saying hi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point over the summer/fall her and her family will be moving even further away. To California to be exact. I don't think you can get further away. It makes me sad, even though I know we don't really see each other all that often with her in Indiana. It kinda makes me want to become a doctor and follow her. Just so we can have houses next to each other like in my dream (i don't think ice skating in our driveways in California would be possible though). I say I would be come a doctor because we probably can't afford CA unless we're doing something high paying. and I'd have to get some amazing &lt;a href="http://www.mymedicalmalpracticeinsurance.com/california-medical-malpractice-insurance.php"&gt;medical malpractice insurance California&lt;/a&gt; is probably full of people wanting to sue doctors.&amp;nbsp; ok, maybe not. But I'd love to be able to be closer to her!&amp;nbsp; I guess until we can go visit we'll just keep skyping and texting and pretending we live next to each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-3272292754768083515?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/3272292754768083515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=3272292754768083515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3272292754768083515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3272292754768083515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2012/01/following-your-dreams.html' title='Following your dreams'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-3308439648220403661</id><published>2012-01-25T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:30:49.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing packages</title><content type='html'>Since we've moved we've had several missing packages. Also, people have a hard time finding our house unless they are familiar with the area.&amp;nbsp; Then we noticed there is no &lt;a href="http://www.addressplaques.net/address-numbers-signs.html"&gt;house numbers plaque&lt;/a&gt; or numbers in general! Also it's hard to read the numbers on the mailbox because there is another mailbox right next to it which blocks it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a fun way to "spruce" up the outside of the house.&amp;nbsp; and hopefully eliminate some lost packages!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-3308439648220403661?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/3308439648220403661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=3308439648220403661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3308439648220403661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3308439648220403661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2012/01/missing-packages.html' title='Missing packages'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-3668289298558038251</id><published>2012-01-11T21:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:38:51.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="contenttext"&gt;no, this has nothing to do with Obama.&lt;br /&gt;It has everything to do with eating. Mainly the way my children eat. The way I let them eat. &lt;br /&gt;It all started when Caylee was about 18 months old or so. maybe earlier. She is really picky and instead of making her eat what we were eating, i would make her what i knew she’d eat. Lexi caught on and stopped trying everything we put on her plate, because we never made Caylee try anything. &lt;br /&gt;Caylee takes stubborn to a whole new level.  We tried the “this is what we have, eat it or go to bed hungry.” i can’t tell you how many nights she went to bed hungry, which resulted in her waking up screaming every hour through the whole night.  for multiple nights in a row. So we went back to giving her what she’ll eat. &lt;br /&gt;Now we have three kids, with three levels of pickiness. There’s Lexi, who will eat a lot, and will try ALMOST anything. Although she is stubborn on some things, which I believe she doesn’t really like. or she forgets she likes. We normally make her try a bite of everything i cook. &lt;br /&gt;There’s Josiah, who is still young and will eat what we put in front of him, although he doesn’t seem to like spinach. &lt;br /&gt;And Caylee, who will eat about a handful of things. and some of those things she wont eat every time they are put in front of her.  &lt;br /&gt;Every once and awhile i get overtaken with guilt. it’s normally the days when I realize they have had chicken nuggets and french fries a few days in a row, or a few meals in a row.  Or I realize Caylee has had nothing but junk for a week straight. Today was one of those days. And once again we’re going to try to put our foot down.&lt;br /&gt;Only this time we are going to take a different approach. Supper time is going to be one meal (some nights i make 3 variations of dinner). I will make sure there is at least one item that Caylee eats at each meal. Eugene is not a fan of making them going to bed hungry, so in order to eliminate a special meal or not eating all together, this is the way we will have to go.&lt;br /&gt;What I am not sure about is lunch. Lunches are our easy meals, normally sandwiches, nuggets, fries, hot dogs. nothing healthy really. at least not what Caylee eats. I’m not sure what we’ll do there. I’d appreciate any and all ideas on picky eaters or lunch ideas. She is gluten free, or is supposed to be. &lt;br /&gt;So here we go. a week detox. no nuggets. no fries. no hotdogs. we’ll see what happens. &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/9572690-3668289298558038251?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/3668289298558038251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=3668289298558038251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3668289298558038251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3668289298558038251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a Change'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-2903806020959826300</id><published>2011-12-21T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:13:08.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buying a new car</title><content type='html'>Each time we rent a new house we discover something new to look for, seems the same holds true for buying used cars. In July we were so eager to trade our 2003 Taurus for a van that we jumped the gun and ended up with a lemon of a van. Before the first 12 hours of owning it were over the check engine light was on. We got it checked out at AutoZone and told the car dealer we bought it from. A small local dealer near a &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamesp.com/"&gt;motorhome repair&lt;/a&gt; shop.&amp;nbsp; They told us that since it was "as is" the best they would do is order the parts for us at dealer cost. The code that came up was a few cheap things so we didn't think it was that big of a deal. We didn't fight it any.&amp;nbsp; turns out we should have, because after fixing the part that should have turned off the&amp;nbsp; code, the light was still on. we got it checked by a garage, and they told us a list of things that needed fixed. almost $500 later we have a van that barely runs.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, there's not much we can do this time around, but we definitely learned a few lessons about buying used cars!&amp;nbsp; and it was an expensive lesson to learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-2903806020959826300?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/2903806020959826300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=2903806020959826300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2903806020959826300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2903806020959826300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/12/buying-new-car.html' title='Buying a new car'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5824977419387573756</id><published>2011-12-19T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:56:11.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled Americans</title><content type='html'>I like to watch HGTV the rare moments when the kids let me watch what I want.&amp;nbsp; I've been realizing more and more just how spoiled young American's are. These people buying the houses are between 22-32 probably, and have wish lists a mile long. Things they "need" in their house. things that make it "liveable" I wish these people would have to go to a 3rd world country for a week before deciding what is necessity. Maybe they will be ok with a little bit of a dated bathroom sink, or the fact that the appliances don't match. Oh, and don't forget the walls aren't the exact color they want, and the floors, although they are in great condition aren't the right kind of tile so they will need to be ripped up. Why is it so hard to change a few things as time goes on? work on the important things, like a &lt;a href="http://www.poolsafetyfences.com/"&gt;swimming pool safety fence&lt;/a&gt; and worry about changing the counter tops until you have the money saved up.&amp;nbsp; It's ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; I guess I have lower requirements, I haven't been spoiled by mommy and daddy my whole life, things weren't just handed to me, I don't think you should go into debt so you can have everything you want the second you want it. I'm just not ok with that. Seriously people, just having a house with running water, heat and appliances is more than most people in the world. Get over yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5824977419387573756?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5824977419387573756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5824977419387573756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5824977419387573756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5824977419387573756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/12/spoiled-americans.html' title='Spoiled Americans'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5128437149062712718</id><published>2011-12-19T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:46:17.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free clothes</title><content type='html'>Lately a lot of clothes have been making their way to my house. Different people have given me a few bags of clothes, unfortunately not too many have been the right size, but I also got a bag of clothes for Josiah to grow into. My husband's almost 4 year old nephew decided to finally get rid of his coat that was a few sizes too small for him, and he decided Josiah needed it. :) It will be a year before it will fit Josiah, but it was cute that eli thought of him. Eli was lucky enough to be given hand me down &lt;a href="http://dungarees.net/category_Carhartt_Jackets_Coats-1-17-0-1-0-0.html"&gt;carhartt coats&lt;/a&gt; (which look very cute on him). He also gave Josiah a few pairs of pajamas that will fit him next year too. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5128437149062712718?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5128437149062712718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5128437149062712718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5128437149062712718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5128437149062712718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/12/free-clothes.html' title='Free clothes'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-1382490940868462931</id><published>2011-12-19T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:40:15.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas parties</title><content type='html'>I went to two Christmas parties this weekend, Eugene's work one Friday night and his family one Saturday night. We had fun at both parties, We did gift exchanges at both parties, one was a dirty santa game, and the other was a left right game. I had never done the left right one before, pretty much what happens is you stand in a circle, holding the gift you brought, and as the story is read when you hear the word "Left" you pass the gift left, and when you hear "right" you pass it right. That one was fun, and interesting too, the story had us all confused at some points. I ended up with a basket of bath stuff. There were different gifts everything from gag gifts to cakes! Nothing fancy like &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.beadaholique.com/c-62586-pandora-style-charm-bracelets.aspx"&gt;pandora bracelets&lt;/a&gt;, they were a "little" over the price range. he he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-1382490940868462931?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/1382490940868462931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=1382490940868462931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1382490940868462931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1382490940868462931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-parties.html' title='Christmas parties'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-1205959508206067626</id><published>2011-12-19T21:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:34:42.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steelers stuff</title><content type='html'>I was searching amazon for Steelers stuff for Christmas presents for Eugene. I was more than shocked at the different things I found. My favorite were the toaster that toasted the word "steelers" into the side of the bread, the Steeler's garden gnome, and the Steelers Mr. Potato head. I also saw snuggies, sandwich makers and family car decals oh and a tooth brush. I didn't see a chia pet though, that shocked me,&amp;nbsp; I was also half expecting to see &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=Networking"&gt;routers&lt;/a&gt; with all the other computer things they had, mouse pads and even computer mice!&amp;nbsp; I've bought him a few things and was just hoping to find something small for him to show his love for the Steelers. Guess it will have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-1205959508206067626?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/1205959508206067626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=1205959508206067626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1205959508206067626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1205959508206067626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/12/steelers-stuff.html' title='Steelers stuff'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-8620142034189567448</id><published>2011-12-14T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:37:05.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some sweet talk</title><content type='html'>Through my life there are a few of my loves that I haven't outgrown. One is my love for sour patch kids, I don't remember a time when that wasn't my favorite candy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Another thing that I absolutely love is York Peppermint patties. I have no clue when the first time i tasted one was, but i am completely addicted to them.&amp;nbsp; Right now I feel like I should just buy a York factory, if I could eat only them right now I would. In fact, I'd rather have those than some fancy jewelry like &lt;a href="http://www.reeds.com/Michael-Kors-cat258.html"&gt;michael kors watches&lt;/a&gt; or pearls! I don't know what it is about them that has me wanting them so much right now.&amp;nbsp; I definitely would choose a york over sour patch kids right now.&amp;nbsp; So far I haven't passed my love for them on to any of my kids yet, they both will eat them, but they'd rather have something else if they&amp;nbsp; had the choice. Oh well, there is plenty of time for me to rub off on them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-8620142034189567448?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/8620142034189567448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=8620142034189567448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8620142034189567448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8620142034189567448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-sweet-talk.html' title='some sweet talk'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-976919218275860554</id><published>2011-12-13T14:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:47:30.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spazz Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Am I the only one who does Spazz cleaning? You know, when you realize things have been neglected for far too long and nothing is in the right place anymore. Around your computer looks like a paper company exploded, the dinning room looks like a craft store, the living room looks like a toy room, you hair things in every room and you just want to scream. The cleaning that comes from that is what i call Spazz cleaning, because I normally go crazy, and quickly fly through each room finding something that is out of place and putting it where it belongs. When I'm done I end up with every room looking good, so I normally sweep and vacuum and then sit down and stare at my house. Of course, it only stays looking that good till the kids wake up, but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my spazz moment I think my favorite thing about it is when I find something completely out of place and you just wonder why on earth that object was in that room.&amp;nbsp; In past spazz cleanings I've found &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=Antennas"&gt;tv antennas&lt;/a&gt; in places that would make anyone say "um... ok?"&amp;nbsp; Today wasn't as bad, but i still hate it that it is normal for things to be out of place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-976919218275860554?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/976919218275860554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=976919218275860554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/976919218275860554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/976919218275860554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/12/spazz-cleaning.html' title='Spazz Cleaning'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-4853114607661932866</id><published>2011-12-09T11:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:16:13.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>running group</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving week some people in my town started a running club. I was very excited, it's been the merge of the group of girls I was running with over the summer and a few other people who have been running together for years. They had a thanksgiving day run, but I was unable to run since I was busy cooking the meal, but I've been running with them two mornings a week (they run at 5:45am just about every week day). It's been fun and challenging, they are faster runners than me, plus they run up the big hill, which I love running up, but I am used to running it slower than they do. By the time we get to the top I'm dead. The past two times I've had to stop and walk. It's funny to me because they run up then pause their Garmins to wait for me. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys owns a jewelry store that I will be visiting before Christmas to look for some presents for Lexi, I need some good hypoallergenic earrings for her. She seems to have pretty sensitive ears. I might also look for a cute &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://teno.com/Teno/Teno-Pendants"&gt;steel pendants&lt;/a&gt; for some gifts.&amp;nbsp; I might even convince my husband to buy me a ring. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really nice having more people to run with, the group of girls have gotten really busy since school started. Knowing that there is someone running almost every morning is good accountability, plus, running in the mornings makes my days nicer, even if I do freeze my tush off like I did this morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-4853114607661932866?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/4853114607661932866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=4853114607661932866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4853114607661932866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4853114607661932866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/12/running-group.html' title='running group'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-6043833931299001431</id><published>2011-12-02T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T21:36:07.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year again. The tree is set up, the stockings are hung. Tonight we went to our towns Christmas parade.&amp;nbsp; The kids had a blast, the girls enjoyed seeing everything, and Josiah mostly just liked the fire trucks and marching bands. Anything that made noise or had lights. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not doing much presents this year, we've set a budget, and even a limit on number of presents for each kids. We will be doing 3-4 presents, plus stockings.&amp;nbsp; We bought the first gift for the girls yesterday, pillow pals. They've been begging for pillow pets, but I think $20 is extremely ridiculous for a pillow shaped like an animal.&amp;nbsp; We found pillow pals at a discount store near us for $5. $20- no, $5- YES!&amp;nbsp; I also have a few stocking stuffers we picked up really cheap. I'm not sure what we'll do for Josiah for his stocking, but we are excited to get presents all done!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if we are going to buy each other presents at all, we both have crazy things we want, Eugene wants an xbox and I want an ipod touch. but those things wont happen, we're taking it easy this year, in an attempt to pay off our debt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi is asking for an "&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?category=apple-ipods&amp;amp;language=en-CA"&gt;ipod nano touch&lt;/a&gt; or iphone" I laugh when she says that. In the past she carried around a sock for a week pretending it was her ipod. she wont be getting on either, there's something not right about a 5 year old having headphones in their ears all the time.&amp;nbsp; Right now her and Caylee both pretend they have them when they are in the car, it's cute.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We don't really have much ideas of what to get the kids like normal. Most years we have gifts picked out, this year we're just waiting to see what stands out to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-6043833931299001431?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/6043833931299001431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=6043833931299001431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6043833931299001431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6043833931299001431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-6623007686147068860</id><published>2011-11-10T22:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T22:17:57.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Day</title><content type='html'>Today is my husband's birthday. A few months ago he had mentioned liking red velvet cake, something I have never even tasted, let alone tried to make, but i decided at that moment that I was going to try to make one. I started searching about a month ago for a good recipe, i found one on allrecipe that had great reviews, and a lot of them. This morning I started working on the cake and icing. I normally just make butter cream icing, but decided to try something new.&amp;nbsp; I found a recipe that called for regular sugar, milk, flour and vanilla. I was really confused about how it was going to work out and not be grainy, but it did. it was liked a whipped icing, pretty good, light and airy. I made cupcakes and a cake, i tasted a cupcake, it was kinda dry, the cake seemed to be more moist, but still on the dry side. I'll definitely be changing the recipe if I make it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also asked today to make a cake for my mother in law's party which is tomorrow, her birthday was yesterday. I had a chocolate cake recipe I have been wanting to try, and nothing is better on chocolate cake than peanut butter icing!&amp;nbsp; I haven't tasted the cake yet, but the icing was delicious. I can't wait to taste it all together tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm far from making cakes with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.berries.com/cakes-sbc"&gt;cake delivery nationwide&lt;/a&gt;, but I'm excited to try some new recipes and make some cakes for things other than my families parties.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-6623007686147068860?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/6623007686147068860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=6623007686147068860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6623007686147068860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6623007686147068860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/11/cake-day.html' title='Cake Day'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-1122335982109868689</id><published>2011-11-06T20:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:42:53.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>job hunt?</title><content type='html'>My husband and I are getting serious about our debt. finally. One of our talks that we've been having recently has been on the topic of me getting a evening/weekend job. It's something my husband doesn't want to happen, but I kinda feel like it's the only thing we can do right now. I don't mind getting a job, it might be kind of fun to do something outside of the house. not to mention exhausting. I wouldn't be getting a full time job, or anything that would mean us putting the kids in childcare of any kind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about things like being a waitress, the bowling alley here is hiring someone to work the snack bar. that&amp;nbsp; made me laugh a little. working at a bowling alley might be fun.&amp;nbsp; I've toyed with the idea of starting my own thing, making and selling cakes. I'm just a little nervous about the starting up part. plus, it wouldn't be regular so it would be hard to really rely on. Knowing we would be using whatever i make towards paying off debt is helpful, but it would take a lot longer. A few years back I had attempted to start a business helping people clean their houses. It never got very far though, not like the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.theotherwoman.net/"&gt;house cleaning service cary NC&lt;/a&gt; has to offer.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I'm not motivated enough, or not pushy enough, or just not a good business lady, either way I'm nervous about the thought of trying to make money by baking cakes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; which is why I am currently kind of on the job hunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-1122335982109868689?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/1122335982109868689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=1122335982109868689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1122335982109868689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1122335982109868689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/11/job-hunt.html' title='job hunt?'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5611690392352364285</id><published>2011-10-13T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:20:50.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Treasures</title><content type='html'>I can't help but want to go dig in the parks and the sand when I see metal detectors. I'm thinking &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=metal-detector-accessories"&gt;bounty hunter metal detectors&lt;/a&gt; would be a good present. :)&amp;nbsp; They have some commercials on tv advertising them and they do make me want to try them. I'd be excited to walk up and down the beach, or through the field at the park and find some random stuff. I'd like it even if it wasn't valuable, because I just like finding stuff!&amp;nbsp; I don't really know if you do as well as they make it seem on tv or you hear in stories but who wouldn't have fun with the suspense of wondering what is setting the detector off?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5611690392352364285?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5611690392352364285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5611690392352364285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5611690392352364285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5611690392352364285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/10/beach-treasures.html' title='Beach Treasures'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-1756163698878759142</id><published>2011-10-12T21:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:43:25.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered prayers</title><content type='html'>I am always amazed when God provides money to pay bills and things we need, but I get even more blown away when He provides exact needs. I have lost 40lbs since the week before Easter, in doing so I've dropped 4 pants sizes.&amp;nbsp; We don't have a ton of money for me to get new clothes, I've bought a pair of jeans and a few items from goodwill- far from &lt;a href="http://edhardyshop.com/"&gt;designer t shirts&lt;/a&gt;, but at least they fit! The jeans I have are "fashionable" and holey, so it's very obvious when I wear them often (which I do, since they are the closest jeans I have to fitting). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While running with my friend Saturday morning I mentioned something about the way pants fit and how I needed more. She just happened to have a few pairs of jeans that she didn't wear! So God answered my prayer with my exact need- jeans! not just money to buy them.&amp;nbsp; Then that night I was with a different friend talking about furniture and how we were going to start saving money for a new mattress. Guess what she just happened to have sitting in her basement!? yup, a fairly new mattress set. brought it home that night, and it's Very nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be surprised that God cares about even our littlest needs, but it did blow me away to have a friend hand me some very new looking jeans and a mattress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-1756163698878759142?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/1756163698878759142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=1756163698878759142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1756163698878759142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1756163698878759142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/10/answered-prayers.html' title='Answered prayers'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5678609400910941779</id><published>2011-09-29T21:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:01:55.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>achy muscles</title><content type='html'>i ran today, faster than normal i think. man my leg muscles were achy!&amp;nbsp; i'd love to find a massage therapist, or maybe just take some classes, get a license and look for &lt;a href="http://www.healthcarejobsite.com/jobsearch/healthcare/therapists/default.asp?job=message+therapist"&gt;message therapist jobs&lt;/a&gt;! except then I&amp;nbsp; couldn't get a massage, i'd be too busy giving them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My side muscles are sore too from zumba this morning. The lady that leads it does more muscle group focused zumba than dancing. I like it because my obliques hurt! Last week she did one that worked out my arms like crazy!&amp;nbsp; (i'm not very good at dance moves so this type of zumba is better for me.:) ) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5678609400910941779?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5678609400910941779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5678609400910941779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5678609400910941779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5678609400910941779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/09/achy-muscles.html' title='achy muscles'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5603167315584072581</id><published>2011-09-20T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T22:05:33.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschool coop</title><content type='html'>We joined a home school co-op. Today was our second day, they meet once a week. The girls love it. Caylee ends up coming to find me once or twice a day, but that is amazing considering she doesn't even like to go into nursery at church on Sunday mornings!&amp;nbsp; They are having a blast and learning a ton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi especially is learning, well it's easier to see her growth. She comes home talking about presidents and saying rhymes or singing songs that get stuck in your head like commercials for &lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/"&gt;www.wholesaleinsurance.net&lt;/a&gt;   http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/. They are learning a Bible verse per week, it's from a CD called Sing through the word. It's actually something we are (or will be) doing in school at home once we get the cd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something crazy has gone on with fedex I think. They said they delivered our package a few weeks ago but they delivered someone else's here instead. i called twice, and delivered the package to the right address, hoping I'd find mine on their doorstep. but I didn't. So Sonlight resent my order... and I'm still waiting to get it. it's annoying doing school when you don't have all the stuff you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm sure it will show up sometime. Oh I'm also waiting to find out if my shoes that were broken and I had to mail back to arrive at the store so they can mail me ones that aren't broken! I really hope they show up!! I would love to run in a pair of shoes that don't have holes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5603167315584072581?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5603167315584072581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5603167315584072581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5603167315584072581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5603167315584072581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/09/homeschool-coop.html' title='Homeschool coop'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5632330238876678736</id><published>2011-09-19T21:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:05:52.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>Sleep is a rare gem in this house lately. At least for Eugene and I. Eugene has been busy working on Battleground stuff and last week I was busy almost every night working on his nieces wedding cake. (which by the way I think turned out beautifully) so things have been kind of crazy, and Josiah has been acting weird during the night. Now he has a stuffed up nose, which never helps him sleep so I'm not expecting tonight to be much different.&amp;nbsp; Today at nap time I was honestly half wishing I had an iphone or one of those &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=netbooks"&gt;tablet netbooks&lt;/a&gt; so I could just lay down and watch some tv while getting him to sleep. instead I ended up falling asleep myself! It actually felt good, despite the fact that I knew I had work I should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weeks have become more busy and two days of the week I now have to get up and get us all out the door around 8am.&amp;nbsp; We've joined a homeschool co op, which pretty&amp;nbsp; much consumes all of Tuesday. I like it and am happy for the opportunity. The girls both love it too. Then Thursday mornings I go to Zumba and Bible study at church, i get done at 11ish, so that's not too bad. The other days are pretty much normal household stuff with school with Lexi, cleaning, cooking, laundry etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... seeing as tomorrow is Tuesday, maybe I should go over my math lessons for co-op!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5632330238876678736?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5632330238876678736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5632330238876678736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5632330238876678736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5632330238876678736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/09/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-7724755972665226564</id><published>2011-09-14T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:55:21.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holloween or not holloween.</title><content type='html'>We're not fully set on whether or not we will take the kids trick or treating or not.&amp;nbsp; The past 4 years we have taken them some years, and not others. I personally love dressing up. I always have, and I love to have a reason to dress up. I'm not into the &lt;a href="http://www.lingeriediva.com/sexy-bunny-costumes"&gt;sexy bunny costumes&lt;/a&gt; or anything, but I have a friend who's whole family dresses up as a theme, last year they were Peter Pan characters. This year they have something else fun planned. I just think it would be kinda fun to pick a book or classic movie and each of us pick a character to dress as! Think of how cute it would be to all fit in together and walk around as a family getting candy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there wasn't the evil behind it, I don't like having to explain to my kids why there are scary looking decorations, or people dressed up as witches, vampires and other scary things! Not to mention the bad dreams they have just from seeing some of the stuff that they see in stores.&amp;nbsp; So who knows what we'll decide this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-7724755972665226564?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/7724755972665226564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=7724755972665226564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7724755972665226564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7724755972665226564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/09/holloween-or-not-holloween.html' title='Holloween or not holloween.'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-3795195510312093934</id><published>2011-09-08T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:02:04.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cost of Running</title><content type='html'>When I first started running way back in 2009 (2008?) It was purely because I needed to lose the weight I had gained during my pregnancy with Caylee (and Lexi) and we had no money for a gym membership. Running was free. Slip on some old clothes, some sneakers and get out on the road.&amp;nbsp; I hated running. I had NO intentions of running in a race of any sort.&amp;nbsp; I had no desire to buy fancy "running clothes" or even good shoes. My new balance sneakers were ok and worked fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in late winter/early spring of 2009 the running bug hit me a little. I decided (mostly because my sister ran) that I'd run a race. I thought a 10K would be a good challenge, but I found an 8K close by that looked good enough for me.&amp;nbsp; I started training. I had never run 5 miles before and didn't know if I'd make it. My sister decided to run with me, she flew down from Maine to run my first race.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed having her with me because I knew NOTHING about racing. I had no clue that you'd get caught up in the gun fire and take off at speeds you never dreamed of, only to make it half a mile and die. Luckily she was there to keep me running when I wanted to walk.&amp;nbsp; I finished my 8K in 48 minutes or something like that. I was just glad I was done. I never wanted to run again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost&amp;nbsp; a year later I decided I needed to lose weight. We were going to a church where there was a huge group of young married people who ran marathons, half marathons, triathlons, even iron man competitions.&amp;nbsp; I thought &lt;i&gt;I'd try&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;my hand at running again. I asked for advice. They all said the same thing "just sign up for a race, pay for it, and you'll have to train because you've already sunk your money into it". I got a little caught up in the moment and decided a half marathon would be fun. 13.1 miles. Sure, I can do it. I found one and signed up. I thought we'd make a vacation out of it and decided Virginia beach would be fun. After all, the race was one of the cheapest I found (Dismal Swamp Stomp) and started training. It was crazy to me to think I paid $40 to run. (Now I realize that $40 for a half marathon is CHEAP). The first week of my training I had to run 5 miles. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to run it. I could just barely do 3, and it took me a month to get to 3. Much to my surprise I ran the whole 5 miles.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wasn't going to buy fancy running clothes. My knees were hurting though and I had to buy some better shoes. I got sticker price right away. $100 for a pair of sneakers that will only last me 6 months? YAH RIght. I did it though. $100 was cheaper than knee surgery.&amp;nbsp; By the time my race had come around I had lost 30lbs. my clothes were all falling off of me, I broke down and bought a few running shirts from Target and a pair of capri's from old navy. It felt good to have clothes that fit and were made for running. I was starting to see how running could be expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I finished my race I was in love with running. I was planning on taking a few weeks off and then found out I was pregnant and ended up taking about 9 months off. I could not wait to get the all clear from the doctor saying I could run again after he was born. I got the all clear, started running and had all sorts of knee problems. I ended up having to wait about 3 more months before I could start up full force. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am about 6 months into my running, I had to buy a new pair of shoes, but found a pair that were discontinued for less than half the price.&amp;nbsp; I'm down about 40lbs from my "normal" weight, and about 10lbs from where I was when I got pregnant with Josiah. I've had to break down and buy a pair of running capris too. I could have easily got caught up in the cute running clothes this time around had we had extra money. I run with group of women and the pressure to look cute while running is stronger than when you run alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main cost of running that I've noticed is races. I haven't run a ton, and the ones I've run have been cheap ones, but it's hard to find races (5K's) under $20. So it would be easy to spend a lot of money on running. I try to keep it on the cheap side, but it's still money being spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the monetary cost there's also the time cost. It either takes away from my sleeping time or my family time for me to go run. I think that it is good for me to get out and run though because it's a good stress relief for me. I am a much happier mommy when I run. It also cost me almost 40lbs. but I don't care about that cost! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-3795195510312093934?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/3795195510312093934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=3795195510312093934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3795195510312093934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3795195510312093934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/09/cost-of-running.html' title='The Cost of Running'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5485895369453089840</id><published>2011-09-06T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T15:36:26.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of school</title><content type='html'>We finally started school. I've been holding off because we're missing 2 things we need, but I decided to try to do what we could get done. The day went very quickly and smoothly. I'm almost afraid I did it wrong! Lexi didn't fight me or&amp;nbsp; give me a hard time. Of course she pretty much knew everything, it seemed like a lot of review for her, so that was nice. She hesitated a little bit in the end when I made her practice more of her handwriting, she's forgotten a lot of form and how to write the letters. So i wanted to review a little more.&amp;nbsp; Caylee even sat down a little bit and practiced some handwriting. It was kind of humorous, she is in no way ready to start school. She will be getting some education through the co-op we are going to be a part of this year, I'm hoping it will spike some interest in school and learning so we can do a little bit of fun stuff at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, There are new babies all around me! I knew a bunch (like 9) women who were due in August, and although I don't see too many of them in real life it's still fun to see pictures of all those new babies!&amp;nbsp; I saw a cute picture of a &lt;a href="http://www.redenvelope.com/gift-baskets-rggft"&gt;gift basket new mom&lt;/a&gt; would appreciate. Instead of being geared toward the baby it was geared toward the mom and pampering her!&amp;nbsp; Sounded good to me!!&amp;nbsp; Seems like pregnancies go in cycles, in fact I think i only know 1 or 2 pregnant mothers right now- dropping from 9 that's a bit low!&amp;nbsp; I do know a few ladies trying to get pregnant that I hope will be added to this list of pregnant moms soon!! (NOT ME! it will be a few more months before I start thinking about another baby... I'm still content with my 3)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5485895369453089840?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5485895369453089840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5485895369453089840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5485895369453089840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5485895369453089840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of school'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-8275368771416390209</id><published>2011-08-31T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:53:53.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of plans</title><content type='html'>We've spent a ton of money trying to get the van fixed so we could go on our vacation this week. we were suppose to be leaving tomorrow afternoon to head to Virginia Beach for a wonderful camping trip. We only go camping twice a year, and this year we only got 1 trip in. and 0 trips to the beach. it makes me so sad, but there wasn't much we could do. My sister and her husband are coming down here to visit instead, so at least we'll get to visit with them! We're taking some time to go have some fun so I'm so excited to just have a relaxing, fun weekend!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get to spend some time at the Labor day flea market that consumes the whole town next to ours this weekend. hopefully we'll find some good bargains!&amp;nbsp; Lexi and Josiah need some clothes, and i have a small wish list for the house. you never know what you'll find at yard sales, especially in a town like ours, who knows, we might find some &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.pinsforanything.com/"&gt;custom pins&lt;/a&gt;, or valuable antiques sold by someone who doesn't know what they have! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also going to paint the girls bedroom. that will be fun, the girls are excited to have a pink and purple room, and anything is more fun when you do it with your sister!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-8275368771416390209?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/8275368771416390209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=8275368771416390209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8275368771416390209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8275368771416390209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/08/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of plans'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-4945593869057850425</id><published>2011-08-15T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:14:01.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party fun!</title><content type='html'>Well, we had a blast at the girl's party! As far as I know everyone (except maybe the teenage cousins) enjoyed themselves. We even had a little "after party" the last few guests hung out until about 9:30 at night. of course we didn't mind because they were friends that we don't see too often! The girls had so many presents the were overwhelmed. Lexi does the normal kid thing, she tears through the presents and then looks through more. I love my Caylee Bean though. She takes her time enjoying each present as she opens it. I think she would have been happy with just one present!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully life is going to slow down now and I'll be able to blog a little more, things have been crazy! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-4945593869057850425?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/4945593869057850425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=4945593869057850425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4945593869057850425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4945593869057850425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/08/party-fun.html' title='Party fun!'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-1994803279722345057</id><published>2011-08-13T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T01:55:00.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party x2</title><content type='html'>This year we decided to do a joint birthday party for the girls instead of having to go through the stress twice. Yah, we cheated. But the past two years Caylee has gotten our left over energy since we put so much into Lexi's parties. This year we decided it would make more sense and be more fair to just do it together. (plus the girls thought it was a great idea, and we figured they wouldn't like the idea for too many more years, so we might as well take advantage of it while we could!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back and forth about what to get Lexi for her birthday. It's so hard to buy presents for them, Lexi says she wants everything, then forgets about it and changes her mind daily. One of the things we considered getting her was a mini Ipod or MP3 player. she carried around a sock for two weeks pretending it was her ipod. We didn't go looking for &lt;a href="http://www.dropdowndeals.com/apple+store-coupons"&gt;apple store coupons&lt;/a&gt; or anything, but we saw a use one in a pawn shop for pretty cheap. We decided she was too little for one though, and skipped that idea.&amp;nbsp; Caylee is hard to buy for because she has had two loves for the past two years of her life... animals (mostly puppies) and baby dolls.&amp;nbsp; but if you saw her room and the toy room you would know that she doesn't need any more of either.&amp;nbsp; She's also not the type to play with much of anything. We wandered around the toy sections and clothe sections of 2 stores and had a really hard time. I could have gone crazy for Lexi, mostly because she's in a Hello Kitty phase and Hello Kitty is really popular. Plus, as I said, she really does like a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for their party tomorrow because there are so many people who are going to be here, this will probably be the biggest party either of them have had. (Another reason I'm glad we're only doing this once!) It's now 2am, and I am still awake. I have two cakes to make tomorrow (well, to decorate) and a house to clean. Maybe I should go to bed.... good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-1994803279722345057?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/1994803279722345057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=1994803279722345057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1994803279722345057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1994803279722345057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/08/birthday-party-x2.html' title='Birthday Party x2'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-2584491700843395497</id><published>2011-08-07T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:26:45.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe shopping</title><content type='html'>Well, it's time for the fun search of finding my husband new sneakers. I hate this chore, not only is he picky, he has wide feet. and it's hard to find shoes for wide feet, especially shoes that he likes- that don't cost an arm and a leg. I need big neon signs that say "&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.personalcreationscoupons.com/"&gt;find coupon codes here&lt;/a&gt;" or "Cheap Wide shoes here" anything to make this easier.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He used to find shoes he likes at payless, but they got cheap and then stopped carrying cool shoes. we've found a few styles on shoebuy.com but they only have a few in our price range.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love buying shoes, just not for him. :) Too bad we can't buy shoes for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-2584491700843395497?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/2584491700843395497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=2584491700843395497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2584491700843395497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2584491700843395497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/08/shoe-shopping.html' title='Shoe shopping'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-2090719274872356234</id><published>2011-07-17T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T22:54:34.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Grade</title><content type='html'>Well, my baby girl is going to be five in just a few weeks. We'll be starting first grade here at home using the sonlight curriculum sometime in the middle of August. FIRST GRADE. my daughter reads, she LOVES to read and she loves to color. We've been printing off a lot of color pages lately, I'm thinking of buying stock in &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=Ink+Cartridges"&gt;laserjet ink cartridges&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; At the rate we're going through printer ink we need something! Maybe a SAM'S club membership. Anyway... my point is that my baby is in first grade.&amp;nbsp; We are doing a homeschool coop that meets at our church this year. I'm excited and nervous. It meets once a week and lasts all day, Lexi will be learning all sorts of stuff, Caylee will too for that matter.&amp;nbsp; I do have to teach two half an hour classes, not a big deal. I'll be teaching math and I'm excited. I love math.&amp;nbsp; So our year is going to be busy, but fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-2090719274872356234?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/2090719274872356234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=2090719274872356234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2090719274872356234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2090719274872356234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-grade.html' title='First Grade'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-7958380018327983827</id><published>2011-07-17T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:36:46.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>I think God is teaching us a little lesson on contentment through the van we bought (and through my injuries) . Our car had some issues that we knew were going to need to be fixed soon, so I know there is a chance we'd be in the same boat if we had kept it and not traded it for our van. But... we've had issue after issue come up and unfortunately we are having to pick and chose one thing at a time to take care of.&amp;nbsp; Right now we have a tire that needs replaced, we've noticed wobbling for a few days, today we discovered the belt in the tire is broken, so we have metal spikes coming out of our tire right now. So that will be the next thing we take care of. We replaced the EGR valve because the check engine light said that is what was wrong, but... the check engine light is still on and saying EGR.. so that means it's a hose or another part not really the EGR valve, which we already replaced.&amp;nbsp; The AC stopped working, the heat doesn't work yah... we're realizing the grass is not always greener.&amp;nbsp; BUT, praise the Lord, we are still all healthy, we haven't been injured, or gotten in an accident. We made it to WV for a family reunion even with the issues, and we made it home too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, God is teaching me contentment with my body, I've had knee issues, nothing like I need a &lt;a href="http://www.betterbraces.com/knee-injuries/acl-injury"&gt;torn acl brace&lt;/a&gt;, but it swells now and then, my elbow is now acting up, I can't put any weight on it, or pick things up, even putting in my contacts hurts. I guess I did too much at once, trying to do the 30 day shred and push ups in an attempt to tone up this body I've worked so hard to lose weight on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been good at being content, I'm trying to work on it. There are some things we can change, and there are other things that God has us in this place for a reason and I need to be content with it. That is what I am working on right now, seeing the difference and working on what I can work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-7958380018327983827?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/7958380018327983827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=7958380018327983827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7958380018327983827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7958380018327983827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/07/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-4758996314211892607</id><published>2011-07-13T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:21:45.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So close</title><content type='html'>I have hit my pre-baby weight! I am just 4.4lbs away from my "goal". My original goal was my pre-pregnancy weight. Then (before I hit it) I decided that 5 more pounds off would probably be better, however I'm going to have to see what I look like when I hit my new goal. I might still have some fat to lose, but I think at that point it is going to be more about toning and being healthy than losing weight. I'm not the type to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://bestweightlosspills.net"&gt;buy weight loss pills&lt;/a&gt;, even though I know other people who use them. I like to do things the old fashioned way with diet and exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 10lbs have been a struggle to lose, seems like i lose 2 and gain 1! I'm hoping that my plateau is over though, since I've been losing again now. It will really make things a lot nicer and easier to keep on going if I continue to see results!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-4758996314211892607?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/4758996314211892607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=4758996314211892607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4758996314211892607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4758996314211892607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-close.html' title='So close'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-295739085193512044</id><published>2011-07-07T22:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:53:47.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about last minute!</title><content type='html'>This morning around 11am we decided that we would go to my husband's family reunion this weekend. In West Virginia. Leaving tomorrow. I still haven't packed. and going on a weekend long trip with 3 kids is not a "throw some stuff in a bag and go" type of trip. Guess I know what I'll be doing tomorrow morning. Of course, I also have to drop the van off at the garage to get inspected and an oil change, and take the kids to story hour. THEN i'll pack and load the van.&amp;nbsp; And eventually we'll leave. Oh yah, I have to go to another garage where the van we are selling is and pay them for looking over it. fun times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping I can find clothes that fit Lexi, I think she's in a growth spurt, she seems to be getting taller and taller, maybe we need to get a &lt;a href="http://www.medicaldevicedepot.com/Seca-Mobile-Stadiometer-p/214.htm"&gt;stadiometer &lt;/a&gt;like they use at the dr's office to keep track of their height. It always happens overnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-295739085193512044?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/295739085193512044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=295739085193512044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/295739085193512044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/295739085193512044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/07/talk-about-last-minute.html' title='Talk about last minute!'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-6385589020759181070</id><published>2011-07-01T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T22:38:55.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>practice race</title><content type='html'>Monday I'm running my first 5K. I'm excited because this is my first race that is about racing, not just about finishing.&amp;nbsp; Normally I have a time goal in mind, but it's one that is easy to hit. This time it's 3.1 miles, not 13.1 so I know finishing is not going to be a good enough goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight some of the running group met to do a practice 5K. I begged my husband to let me use his iphone so I could use runkeeper to track my speed. Only the smart person that I am messed up and accidentally paused it for awhile, so it wasn't accurate. It was paused for about .3 miles, and said it took 19 minutes 33 seconds. I'm thinking I ran it in just under 25 minutes. My goal for Monday was going to be 27 minutes. Now I'm thinking I need to do 25 minutes. I'm not 100% sure what the time really was, so I'd hate to put some crazy goal of 21 minutes in my head only to realize i'm really off in guessing my time for tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already tell this 5K time is going to be addicting in my head. I'm going to work and work and work until I get faster and faster and faster. Especially now that I know the 5K route that is right here in town, I can run it every week if I want (only keep better track of my speed). I'm thinking I need a stop watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-6385589020759181070?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/6385589020759181070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=6385589020759181070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6385589020759181070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6385589020759181070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/07/practice-race.html' title='practice race'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-8246335232777483925</id><published>2011-06-30T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:18:26.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I lie</title><content type='html'>to our pediatrician. Almost every visit. Because I have an approach to kid raising that is different than theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every well visit they ask me if my house is baby proofed. I say yes. because to me it is. But then they go on asking specific things like "are all your medicines put up" Yes, they are. "Are your cleaners locked away?" yes, they are. "Do you have baby gates" yes- ok, actually, we don't need any here. "Do you have outlet covers in?" Yes. Ok, that's where I lie. See, I have a problem with outlet covers. First of all, they annoy me. They are hard to get out when you need to use the outlet. But the biggest reason we don't have them is because I think they are stupid. Let me just say, if we adopted a kid, or had a kid who didn't have the same reasoning ability or anything like that I would put them in. But here is our approach to baby proofing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell the kids not to touch the outlets. I tell them not to touch medicine, I tell them not to touch cleaners. Yes, we still put cleaners and medicine out of their reach. But I don't put plastic covers on my outlets. My thinking is if my kids always saw outlet covers in the outlets and we went to someone's house who didn't have outlet covers, they'd be more prone to put something in them, thinking there is supposed to be something there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I guess I think we'd be lazy and not tell our kids that it's dangerous to play with outlets if we had covers in them. If they are open I know I will make sure to tell them. Like when I walk out of my room from putting Josiah to sleep and see caylee trying to put a screw driver in one. Yah, that gets a "Caylee, those will hurt you bad, you NEVER put anything in an outlet."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is no way to keep all bad things away from my kids, and there is no way to warn them about every dangerous or bad thing that will cross their path in their life. I wish there was.&amp;nbsp; I am trying to do the best that I can, and hope that when those things are placed in front of them they will know enough to either ask first, or just say no. Who knows if they will be offered &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.ecigarette.com/"&gt;ecigarettes&lt;/a&gt; or&amp;nbsp; worse, or when they might find themselves alone wanting to cross the street. (yes, I know crossing the street and having outlet covers are a lot different, but you get the point)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-8246335232777483925?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/8246335232777483925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=8246335232777483925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8246335232777483925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8246335232777483925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-lie.html' title='I lie'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-1506632768426924934</id><published>2011-06-28T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:30:16.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging wave</title><content type='html'>I've noticed my blogging goes in waves. Some weeks I'll have something to say every day, other times I&amp;nbsp; don't blog for a month.&amp;nbsp; Sorry I'm not very consistent.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Josiah had tubes put in his ears, We've known for a month that he was going to get them done, they decided when he was 6 months old that since he had pretty much had an ear infection his whole life, he needed tubes. But they wanted to wait until he was 7 months old because of the anesthesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caylee had tubes put in twice, so we knew the procedure and what to expect. When she woke up out of it the first time she was psycho. screaming, nothing could calm her down, the second time she was older and it was a little better. Josiah was just pretty calm when he woke up, which was nice. He just sat there staring at me with his mouth gaped open for at least 30 minutes.&amp;nbsp; All in all it went pretty easy. He wasn't allowed to eat from midnight until after the surgery, and he ended up not eating&amp;nbsp; after 10pm. Poor guy woke up at 3 starving. I could feel his belly growling, we had an hour of fussing before he fell back asleep. I'm glad it was just an hour.&amp;nbsp; The only thing that really irritated me was that they told us we had to be there by 6. We registered and sat in the waiting room until 6:30. Then it was 7:05 before they even did anything. It annoyed me because to me, if you tell someone to be there by 6, you should be ready for them at 6.&amp;nbsp; It really only took them about 10 minutes to do all they did before he had to go back into the OR, they took his temperature, blood pressure and the little oxygen level, had us put him in the gown then gave him some medicine to make him drowsy.&amp;nbsp; At 7:15 they took him back, and brought him to us at 7:40 all dopey. :) Then of course they had to watch him for awhile, we left at 9. crazy to be there 3 hours for a 20 minute thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been extra fussy today, and has been eating a lot, not sure if he's trying to make up for what he couldn't eat last night or what! The doctor said fluid came out of both ears when they put the tubes in, so there was obvious reason for the tubes. I wonder if he is hearing better now. I imagine he would be if there was always fluid behind his ear drums!&amp;nbsp; I guess we'll find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started waving yesterday, it's pretty cute. If I say HI and wave my hand he says something that sounds like a very breathy "hi" and twists his little hand while moving his fingers.&amp;nbsp; He's getting so big, I can't believe he's 7 months old already. jeepers this year is flying by!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-1506632768426924934?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/1506632768426924934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=1506632768426924934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1506632768426924934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1506632768426924934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/06/blogging-wave.html' title='Blogging wave'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-1146647735062988555</id><published>2011-06-03T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T16:07:31.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Josiah's first camping trip</title><content type='html'>We went camping this past weekend with my family in Pennsylvania. It was tons of fun, the girls love hanging out with their cousin's, and Josiah got to meet my mom.&amp;nbsp; It was Josiah's first camping trip and I think he loved it. While we were camping he fell asleep with no problems, he loved being outside, the only thing he didn't love was having to be held all the time, it was really muddy so there was no place to lay him down. Every once and a while I'd sneak off to my sister's pop up and lay him on one of the beds, he enjoyed rolling around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the girls in the lake reminded me so much of me when I was little. I used to stay in the water as long as possible, no matter how cold I was. Lexi was the same way, at one point her lips were blue and she was shivering but she kept insisting she wasn't cold. I just smiled and said ok. :) Caylee liked playing in the sand more than the water, but she had fun too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-1146647735062988555?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/1146647735062988555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=1146647735062988555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1146647735062988555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1146647735062988555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/06/josiahs-first-camping-trip.html' title='Josiah&apos;s first camping trip'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-4972273925249569697</id><published>2011-05-24T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T13:22:18.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight and running</title><content type='html'>Have I ever mentioned that I love running for weight loss? Every time I run I lose about a pound. (if I run more than a mile or so). I know it's just my body, and I know it stops coming off at that rate eventually, but it's nice for now!&amp;nbsp; I started trying to lose weight the week before Easter, so 5.5 weeks ago. As of right now I'm down 15lbs. Guess I don't need to look up &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.weightlosssupplement.org/hydroxycut-shape/"&gt;hydroxycut reviews&lt;/a&gt; after all. I'd be a lot better off, but for about 3 weeks, I keep losing weight during the week and gaining it back during the weekend. I've lost the same 3lbs about 4 times now. :) Yah, weekends are bad for me!&amp;nbsp; I have a feeling this weekend might be even worse, we're going camping with some of my family... and camping is always my excuse to eat junk!&amp;nbsp; I am bringing my running stuff though, and I've told my sister I want to run 5 miles on Saturday. We'll see how well I do! Hopefully I'll at least run off the extra food I eat! (like the s'mores!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-4972273925249569697?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/4972273925249569697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=4972273925249569697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4972273925249569697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4972273925249569697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/05/weight-and-running.html' title='Weight and running'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-8916230433287107483</id><published>2011-05-20T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T15:17:05.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swagbucks</title><content type='html'>Have you heard of Swagbucks? it's a great easy way to earn $5 amazon giftcards. I get about one every month and a half, just for searching things!! Seriously, I have the swagbucks toolbar and every time I need to look something up I just type it in there instead of google. Every few searches you win points, and when you get 450 points you can cash it in for a $5 amazon giftcard. Yes, there are other prizes or things you can win, but that's just what I choose, it's easiest for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;If you're really researching something you might have to use google to find what you're looking for, but always try swagbucks first! They have a decent selection of results, so if you're looking for something simple like &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.acnebody.org/"&gt;body acne treatment&lt;/a&gt;, you should find something.&amp;nbsp; It's just the rare items that you have to research on google. The funniest thing about swagbucks, is I tend to win more when I misspell something I am searching for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-8916230433287107483?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/8916230433287107483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=8916230433287107483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8916230433287107483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8916230433287107483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/05/swagbucks.html' title='Swagbucks'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-7712875099014968803</id><published>2011-05-20T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T15:08:29.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A late Easter post</title><content type='html'>We went to Tennessee for Easter Sunday, but when we returned home we celebrated a late Easter with my husband's family at his sister/mom's house. It was tons of fun, We hung out and ate yummy food, prepared by all. Together there were 26 of us all together and finding a place to sit to eat was interesting! They have a lot of chairs, but there were still people sitting on lawn chairs, coolers and even &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.stepstoolsupply.com/metal-step-stools.html"&gt;metal step stools&lt;/a&gt;! Having big families is fun, even if you end up sitting on something uncomfortable for Easter dinner. You can't replace the enjoyment of getting together, playing quelf, watching the kids all play and being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both have decent sized immediate families, The 26 that were there for Easter included my husband's family and 6 friends of his one sister. My family is a big bigger, there are 36 of us- that's just my mom, step dad, siblings and their families.&amp;nbsp; I wont even go into the size of our families if you include cousins, aunts and uncles!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-7712875099014968803?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/7712875099014968803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=7712875099014968803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7712875099014968803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7712875099014968803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/05/late-easter-post.html' title='A late Easter post'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-4377320022747863989</id><published>2011-05-18T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:11:54.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battleground</title><content type='html'>The Battleground had it's first show on Saturday. Unfortunately I was unable to go, between being sick and not having anyone to watch the girls we just decided it would be best if I stayed home. I missed not being there, but I know it was an awesome time, it's great to see how God is putting it all together.&amp;nbsp; We need to start thinking about things like &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.printdirectforless.com/"&gt;business cards printing&lt;/a&gt; and insurance and stuff like that. All the little details that weren't important before, but will be as time goes on and as we have more and more shows. (not that insurance isn't important, we had event insurance, but we need to get some permanent insurance so we don't have to pay per show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am just excited to see how God moves and creates this venue, this safe place for the youth to hang out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-4377320022747863989?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/4377320022747863989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=4377320022747863989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4377320022747863989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4377320022747863989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/05/battleground.html' title='The Battleground'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-3174786435249189728</id><published>2011-05-18T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:00:27.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping animals</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to the North Carolina zoo with my 3 kiddos, my niece and a bunch of people from a homeschool group. We had fun, Wet, chilly fun. It rained almost the entire time, one moment it would be pouring, the next minute it would be ok, then it would drizzle and drizzle and drizzle.&amp;nbsp; We bought 3 ponchos, one for me and Josiah (since he was in the sling), one for Gabbie and one to throw over the two girls in the jogging stroller. I like our jogger, but a new &lt;a href="http://www.peppyparents.com/servlet/the-474/Baby-Jogger-City-Select/Detail"&gt;baby jogger city select&lt;/a&gt; would be nice. Actually a few of my friends have a newer version of my stroller and it is nicer too. Not that there is anything wrong with the one I have, the best part about the one I have is that it was free!! you have to love free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of the animals must have been sleeping or hiding from the rain because we didn't see a bunch that we were supposed to see.&amp;nbsp; The giraffes weren't allowed outside in the rain I guess, there was a sign saying that. But I don't know what happened to the Elk and other animals! The Chimpanzees and Gorilla gave us a nice show, as well as the sea lion. My favorite was the polar bear, although he did nothing but lay there... they are still one of my favorite animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one chimp that really liked Lexi, it came right over to the glass and was sitting about a foot from her, it even told her hi. It was really fun to watch, they also had a baby chimp that was born on her birthday last year, it was really cute too! The gorilla scared a group of people, it was walking back and forth in front of the glass then just turned around and jumped up and with all four legs it pounded on the glass. It was humorous to hear everyone scream from a few exhibits down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-3174786435249189728?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/3174786435249189728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=3174786435249189728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3174786435249189728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3174786435249189728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/05/sleeping-animals.html' title='sleeping animals'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-7099853050234720283</id><published>2011-05-13T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:22:35.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Time Market</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a little grocery store just a few blocks away. I think it's 5 blocks... over one, up 4. anyway... it's this little small town grocery store that reminds me a lot of the IGA that was a few miles from my home when I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm talking about. The one where everyone knows everyone, they carry a lot, but not a lot of brands of it, if they need a price check they can just yell "how much are the bags of vidalia onions?" and someone yells back "2.99".(That actually happened while I was there.) There isn't a &lt;a href="http://www.posmicro.com/"&gt;barcode scanner&lt;/a&gt; in the middle of the store to tell you the price, you have to ask an actual person. Who is more than friendly, and more than willing to help. It was cute, and so close, I'll most definitely be using this store for the "whoops I forgot to get x,y,z" trips!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-7099853050234720283?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/7099853050234720283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=7099853050234720283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7099853050234720283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7099853050234720283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/05/old-time-market.html' title='Old Time Market'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-7207445266896461543</id><published>2011-05-09T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:41:06.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I was so excited about Mother's day. I had made a triple batch of ham and potato soup, cheese cake and my yummy mint melt away brownies. We woke up, got ready for church, and walked the two blocks to church.&amp;nbsp; Half way through the music I started feeling not so swell, I was freezing and shaking as well as my whole body was aching. I decided to leave, walk home and get some rest while the kids and Eugene stayed at church. I'm glad I did, I barely made it home, and curled up in bed trying to stay warm. After a few tylenol and a rest I started to feel a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had plans to bring all that yummy food to my mother in law's house and enjoy mother's day with her. After checking with them we decided to just go over anyway. I enjoyed some of the yummy food, despite feeling like crud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I went to bed early and slept very well. I can't say it was the best mother's day full of flowers and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.cherrymoonfarms.com/fruitbaskets-cfb"&gt;fruit baskets&lt;/a&gt;, but it was still good. Any day full of homemade soup, bread, salad and cheesecake is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-7207445266896461543?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/7207445266896461543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=7207445266896461543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7207445266896461543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7207445266896461543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-mothers-day.html' title='My Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-1927776271749517514</id><published>2011-05-07T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T11:23:13.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Mother's day. Normally it's not that big of a deal for us here, I might get a small present, and it's the one day of the year I normally get away without cooking or washing dishes. I made it easy on my husband this year, instead of him trying to think of &lt;a href="http://www.redenvelope.com/mothers-day-gifts-rmfav"&gt;Mother Day ideas&lt;/a&gt;, i told him I wanted a new pair of flip flops. :) I even ordered them myself. Made it extra easy on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is a little different, I'm not getting out of cooking and probably wont get out of cleaning, instead I am cooking for his entire family. This is the first time in years his mother has been close enough to celebrate with her. You don't realize how much you rely on your mother until she is half way across the country... I miss you mommy!&amp;nbsp; Anyway... I made up a triple batch of cheesey ham and potato soup, I'm also making mint melt away brownies and cheese cake. Yah, not making it easy this time!&amp;nbsp; That's ok. it will be worth the cheese cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-1927776271749517514?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/1927776271749517514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=1927776271749517514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1927776271749517514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1927776271749517514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-2813745515300363122</id><published>2011-05-05T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:15:53.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping anyone?</title><content type='html'>I am so in the mood to shop, I don't know what it is, but I just want to shop. not go out and go to stores and shop, but shop online. I'm always cautious when ordering from new sites, I'm always afraid I'm going to fall for some fake store scam. Today I got to order my Mother's day present, a new pair of Teva flip flops. I was excited, but once I bought them I just wanted to buy more and more stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me all the things you can buy online, seriously, you can find anything. Once I bought baby turtles. I'm not kidding either. you can get food, toilet paper, shoes, clothing, furniture, you can even &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.goldeneaglecoin.com/"&gt;buy gold coins online&lt;/a&gt;. I'm starting to wonder if you even need to leave your house. You can even order a pizza and have it delivered. Crazy what this world is coming to. Soon we will all be a bunch of hermits who don't really know real people, we just have online friends, and online conversations. I already catch myself saying "I know someone who..." when in fact, I really don't &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; them, I just read their blog, or am friends with them on facebook.&amp;nbsp; Where are all the personal relationships going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-2813745515300363122?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/2813745515300363122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=2813745515300363122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2813745515300363122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2813745515300363122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/05/shopping-anyone.html' title='Shopping anyone?'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-4025732422053152458</id><published>2011-05-05T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:06:31.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another round of babies</title><content type='html'>no, not me. People all around me are pregnant. Not as many as when I was pregnant with Josiah, but I still know a lot of people who are pregnant! Soon dad's will be breaking out their &lt;a href="http://www.famous-smoke.com/brand/dutch+masters+cigars"&gt;dutch master cigars&lt;/a&gt; to celebrate the birth of their new babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a woman who I think is going to become a pretty good friend. She was watching Josiah in the nursery on Sunday. We have a lot of things in common, we both are mothers, use cloth diapers, breastfeed, homeschool... we had a play date the other day and our kids seemed to get along pretty good too, it was nice to see Lexi interacting with other kids. She has 3 kids and is due in the end of July/beginning of August.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also told me about the homeschool co-op that meets at the church, the La Leche League that meets a few blocks away and a story time that meets a few buildings down from me! It's nice to know there are things going on around here. It will give the kids and I some things to look forward to, anything for some socialization with other mommies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-4025732422053152458?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/4025732422053152458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=4025732422053152458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4025732422053152458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4025732422053152458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-round-of-babies.html' title='Another round of babies'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-8012932141169835529</id><published>2011-05-04T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T16:18:48.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grilling season</title><content type='html'>Grilling season is here! I was so excited on Saturday we met Eugene's mom at Lowes to help them pick out a new grill. Since we have no place to grill we live through them. (plus we get to enjoy the food every once and a while). I couldn't believe the selection of grills though, they had something for everyone, if you had $99 or $799 there was a grill for you. Some had LED light up nobs (I guess so you can grill in the dark!?) the girls loved turning those on and off, some had searers, some had burners, some had an &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.electricfireplacesdirect.com/duraflame-power-heat"&gt;infrared heater&lt;/a&gt;, rotisseries... all sorts of fancy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure when we finally have a place to put a grill we'll go with a simple gas grill. I can't imagine needing all the fancy bells and whistles. I want a grill to grill on, amazing concept I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way.. bring on the meat!!&amp;nbsp; (yes I am aware that there are plenty other things that taste great on grills as well..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-8012932141169835529?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/8012932141169835529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=8012932141169835529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8012932141169835529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8012932141169835529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/05/grilling-season.html' title='Grilling season'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-7523556626736579057</id><published>2011-05-03T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:28:22.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheet swap</title><content type='html'>Have I ever mentioned how much I hate making beds? As in changing the sheets. It's especially bad now that we don't have a dryer and when I wash them we end up with sheets hanging everywhere, draped over every chair, shower rod, curtain rod etc.&amp;nbsp; Also, the girls have bunk beds... that makes changing sheets very, very frustrating.&amp;nbsp; Maybe if I had some nice &lt;a href="http://www.finelinens.com/"&gt;peacock alley bedding&lt;/a&gt;, maybe I'd enjoy changing sheets better. but I doubt it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it took me 45 minutes to change our 3 beds today. Caylee has been wetting the bed almost daily either her diaper leaking at night, or peeing during nap time. it makes me hate changing the sheets even more!&amp;nbsp; Oh another issue with them is we have these really odd waterproof mattress pads on the girls beds, they must be too big or something because they don't stay on very well at all, and when you're trying to stretch the sheets over them it normally ends up pulling them off the corners. Yah, I hate changing sheets so much I can write a whole blog post about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-7523556626736579057?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/7523556626736579057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=7523556626736579057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7523556626736579057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7523556626736579057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/05/sheet-swap.html' title='Sheet swap'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-4735487027226593328</id><published>2011-05-03T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T15:42:40.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel books</title><content type='html'>My bestest best friend is moving to California for the summer. She is going to be spending about a week in a van with her 3 children, so I decided to try to find some simple games to throw together in a book to help keep them busy.&amp;nbsp; I found a car bingo game online, and created some games myself, then printed off 3 copies of everything. I'm so glad our printer is one of the few &lt;a href="http://www.howardcomputers.com/accessories/Selection.cfm?CatID=0204"&gt;hp printers&lt;/a&gt; that has cheap ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then began the cutting, laminating, cutting, whole punching and putting together the books, then I realized it was 4:20, and the post office closes at 4:30. So I woke up my sleeping child, changed her clothes because she had peed the bed, and all four of us ran to the post office. got there just in time to get it in the mail! what an adventurous day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-4735487027226593328?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/4735487027226593328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=4735487027226593328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4735487027226593328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4735487027226593328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/05/travel-books.html' title='Travel books'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5362291608202044955</id><published>2011-04-30T09:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T09:34:37.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's back...</title><content type='html'>While I was pregnant with Josiah my &lt;a href="http://www.acneadulttreatment.org/"&gt;adult acne&lt;/a&gt;had gone away. but it's back again. came back a few months ago. In fact the only time I think I've ever not had acne was while I was pregnant with him. and it wasn't through the whole pregnancy, just part of it. I broke out worse when I was pregnant with the girls, but for some reason with him it was a little better.  I just wonder if I'm going to be dealing with these zits my entire life, or if they will go away... maybe when I'm a grandma they will be gone. Guess I'll have to wait 30 more years to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5362291608202044955?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5362291608202044955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5362291608202044955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5362291608202044955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5362291608202044955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-back.html' title='it&apos;s back...'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-8900235406354342473</id><published>2011-04-26T22:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:15:39.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluten Free update 3 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="contenttext"&gt; It’s been a bit over 3 weeks since we eliminated gluten from Caylee’s  diet. I really didn’t notice a difference in her personality or  sleeping or eating until Saturday night. We went out to eat at Famous  Daves and ordered her mashed potatoes and corn on the cob.  What I  didn’t know was that they give a little pack of oreos with kids meals….  The oreos started a break down that had half of the restaurant staring  at us. She was way too hungry to calm down (unfortunately she gets that  from me… there’s a certain point of hunger that nothing can be reasoned  with). So we let her have an oreo, then made her eat some mashed  potatoes and corn on the cob. she didn’t want them. She ate my corn  muffin. then ate her second oreo…. that night she woke up about 8 times,  Sunday she was way more whiny than normal too. Eugene at that point  looked at me and said “no more gluten, EVER”.&lt;br /&gt;So now I am certain, it does affect her sleeping, and her attitude.  She’s not eating any better though, in fact I think she’s more picky.  She is asking for different things though. We ate Easter dinner at a  Mexican restaurant and she asked for a taco. we got her one with fries  because I had my doubts about the taco. She wouldn’t touch it. but at  least she ordered it! And yesterday on the way home we stopped at  mcdonalds and she asked for a burger. I ordered her one without a bun.  Again, she didn’t eat it, but I will happily give her food when she  asks, even if she doesn’t eat it. I’ve heard you have to put food in  front of them several times before they actually try it.  One of these  times she’ll try it.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I made some pancakes out of a Pamela’s Gluten Free mix that my friend (&lt;a href="http://www.thenaturalmommy.com/"&gt;The Natural mommy&lt;/a&gt;)  sent me.  I used coconut oil as the oil instead of canola or vegetable  oil.  She ate 2 of them, I ate one to try it. I think it was the best  pancake I’ve ever had. I don’t know if it was the coconut oil that made  the difference or what, it was SO good.&lt;br /&gt;She’s still eating the GF substitute foods fine without noticing a  difference, with an exception of the Van’s GF frozen waffles we got, she  hates those….  I was really nervous when I made pizza though, because  her pizza was square and ours was round, I thought she’d notice a  difference in the shapes of the pieces and throw a fit. I’ve made pizza 3  times and she hasn’t said anything yet!&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/9572690-8900235406354342473?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/8900235406354342473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=8900235406354342473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8900235406354342473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8900235406354342473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/04/gluten-free-update-3-weeks.html' title='Gluten Free update 3 weeks'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-6019557007964076829</id><published>2011-04-21T13:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T13:51:23.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was wrong.</title><content type='html'>not that it doesn't happen often, because it does... but a few minutes ago Lexi showed me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GqgDNBfKu0/TbBr4JzQKbI/AAAAAAAAIys/ENMsahj7urM/s1600/Lexi%2527s+hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GqgDNBfKu0/TbBr4JzQKbI/AAAAAAAAIys/ENMsahj7urM/s1600/Lexi%2527s+hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a clump of her hair. She held it in one hand, and the scissors in the other. That was her way of protesting that I took the glitter away. She now is without scissors AND glitter.&amp;nbsp; Luckily with her curly hair, it's almost impossible to see where she cut it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I was wrong is because I really thought Caylee would be the first one to cut their hair... she's the more adventurous one. I just hope that she doesn't think you're supposed to do that now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-6019557007964076829?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/6019557007964076829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=6019557007964076829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6019557007964076829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6019557007964076829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-was-wrong.html' title='I was wrong.'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GqgDNBfKu0/TbBr4JzQKbI/AAAAAAAAIys/ENMsahj7urM/s72-c/Lexi%2527s+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-1976232209429692278</id><published>2011-04-13T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:29:34.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluten Free update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="contenttext"&gt; Caylee has been Gluten Free for a week and a half, so far I notice no difference in anything, other than the fact that  she is peeing ALL over the floor ALL the time.  but I don’t think that’s  related to taking gluten out of her diet. &lt;br /&gt;The only thing she’s been asking for that we haven’t found a GF  version of is poptarts and toaster strudels. We found two different  brands of GF chicken nuggets, she liked one, the other she wont eat.  We’ve given her the GF waffles twice now and she wont eat those either. I  had gotten some before that she ate, but for some reason she wont eat  these.  &lt;br /&gt;It’s been pretty easy, some things we’ve just known to keep out of  the house (like Oreos) I’ve yet to make any bread for her, but she  hasn’t asked for a sandwich or anything so I guess it’s ok. &lt;br /&gt;I made her GF pizza and she loved it. I was really afraid she’d  notice a difference in looks and not try it, but she ate it, infact she  ate three pieces. She also had the rice spaghetti and didn’t seem  affected by the difference. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next Friday I’ll start seeing some improvement in her behavior and maybe, possibly, her eating habits?  &lt;br /&gt;I did notice that she hasn’t said her stomach hurts as much, I think  I’ve heard her say it once and it was immediately followed by “I’m  hungry”, so I don’t know if it was a hunger pang or a hurting pang.  &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/9572690-1976232209429692278?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/1976232209429692278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=1976232209429692278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1976232209429692278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1976232209429692278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/04/gluten-free-update.html' title='Gluten Free update'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-1571776831441264239</id><published>2011-04-08T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T15:35:36.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Consigning to sell</title><content type='html'>I really miss living closer to "action" there are not very many consignment sales around here, but I did find one small children's consignment store.&amp;nbsp; I've gotten several things there, all for pretty cheap. Last time I was in the store I asked about consigning there because I have several baby items I no longer need or want, the lady working handed me a paper to fill out and told me a few rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sold things in a few different consignment sales and did pretty good, one I was impressed with the other I wasn't. Both of them took about 30% of your profit, but one also had random fees and charges just for selling. I was VERY angry with that lady because it wasn't very clear that she took those fees, all in all I ended up bringing home about $25 out of $75. I was VERY MAD. The second one took only the 30% and I did a lot better at that one, I brought home about $140.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading over the letter from the store I don't think I will be selling with them, they take 50% of what you make, plus they price the items how they see fit.&amp;nbsp; To me that's a pretty bad deal. I guess if you are really desperate for money or have some items that you've tried to sell but can't then maybe it's a good idea. I have the things I want to sell listed on Craigslist, I'm hoping they sell, if not I'll hold onto them until fall when there is a consignment sale I can be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will say though, shopping at the consignment store is worth it! things are priced very reasonable for a buyer. I still like the consignment sales better though, there's nothing like hundreds of moms trying to sell a bunch of stuff all in one weekend!! You can snag some great deals, and you can find just about everything you are looking for. from clothes, to bedding to toys, furniture, shoes and I've even seen &lt;a href="http://www.invitationconsultants.com/concept.aspx?p_concept=babyshower"&gt;baby shower invitations&lt;/a&gt; there! Don't forget the big items like bouncers, walkers, exersaucers and carriers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-1571776831441264239?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/1571776831441264239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=1571776831441264239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1571776831441264239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1571776831441264239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/04/consigning-to-sell.html' title='Consigning to sell'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-3241610559760001763</id><published>2011-04-07T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:55:02.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My search for the impossible</title><content type='html'>My mom is making the girls their Easter dresses like she does every year. Only this year we have a boy too. So she's making him a tie to match their dresses. We never dress up, but for Easter I like to have them look adorable.&amp;nbsp; So a Tie will be perfect. I figured it would be simple to find a pair of black slacks and white button up shirt. Boy was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found some long sleeve white button ups, for a reasonable price, but finding a short sleeve one that is less than $20 is as impossible as finding a &lt;a href="http://www.beyondnice.com/"&gt;spa cover&lt;/a&gt; for a 40ft triangular spa. I've searched used and new and come up with nothing! I've got two people checking two different consignment sales for me, maybe one of them will find something, if not I've got a wonderful friend who has offered her long sleeve one that her son outgrew.&amp;nbsp; FEW! at least I know we got the basics covered. But seriously, if you're the maker of baby clothes, take note- Make a plain white short sleeve shirt for babies under 12 months and sell it for cheap. you'll make millions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-3241610559760001763?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/3241610559760001763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=3241610559760001763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3241610559760001763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3241610559760001763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-search-for-impossible.html' title='My search for the impossible'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-9189047654930856370</id><published>2011-04-06T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:38:38.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 in 5</title><content type='html'>My husband and I met online, we've been happily married for the past 8.25 years. It's funny because everyone is always shocked when they hear how we met. Oddly enough, My mom and step dad met online too. Must run in the family (Eugene and I met first though!)  I was watching a commercial yesterday that said 1 in 5 couples meets through &lt;a href="http://www.zyngle.com/"&gt;dating sites&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the statistics were 8 years ago, but I'm sure they were less. The best part is we didn't use a dating site, just a random trip in a Yahoo Christian Chat room. I can't imagine what they will be when Lexi is dating age (that's 30 right?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-9189047654930856370?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/9189047654930856370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=9189047654930856370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/9189047654930856370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/9189047654930856370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/04/1-in-5.html' title='1 in 5'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-8098360638000307772</id><published>2011-04-05T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T22:05:36.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Moon</title><content type='html'>When we got married we did it kind of quickly and not the traditional way, we had no honeymoon, aside from a night in the Marriot. So now that we've been married almost 10 years were are thinking of taking a honeymoon of an anniversary trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've thought long and hard and are still thinking long and hard about where we want to go. at first we thought somewhere warm and tropical, maybe a nice cruise where we can get some &lt;a href="http://www.shopdi.com/St-Thomas/lo/lostthm.cfm"&gt;St. Thomas jewelry&lt;/a&gt;, or see some parts of Mexico. Now we are thinking more about Ireland or Scotland, or some European destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I don't care if it's the beach in Florida, as long as it's somewhere relaxing, fun and with my husband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-8098360638000307772?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/8098360638000307772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=8098360638000307772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8098360638000307772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8098360638000307772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/04/anniversary-moon.html' title='Anniversary Moon'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-4626074583956242522</id><published>2011-04-02T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:17:28.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennessee for Easter!</title><content type='html'>I'm very excited that in 3 short weeks I will be "home" in Tennessee. Yes, we only lived there for a few short years and we've been gone longer than we were there, but to me it's home. It's the place I made the most friends, found a church family i loved like crazy, it's the perfect environment and has everything you need close by. I even have an adopted dad there. I wish we could go back and visit more often than we do, we never have enough time to see everyone and spend the amount of time we want with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to go sit down around the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.allbackyardfun.com/"&gt;fire pit&lt;/a&gt; in the back yard talking and warming up, spending times with my pops and letting the kids enjoy him. They don't get to spend enough time with their grandparents, soon Eugene's mom will be here so they will get to see her and their pap more. And in a month or so we'll get to visit with my mom while camping. Parents are great, whether by birth, marriage, or adopted. They aren't appreciated near enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-4626074583956242522?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/4626074583956242522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=4626074583956242522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4626074583956242522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4626074583956242522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/04/tennessee-for-easter.html' title='Tennessee for Easter!'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-2832037638269616281</id><published>2011-04-01T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:01:54.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I even look?!</title><content type='html'>Two Saturdays we were driving around just to drive around. it was nice out and we felt like going for a short drive. There are a ton of little roads and cute houses that line the hill out our bedroom window, so we decided to get a closer view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We accidentally went past a road I wanted to go down and decided to turn around on this little lane. There was a for sale sign on the end, so we drove up the "lane" (driveway) to look at it. I peeked in the windows and fell in love of course.&amp;nbsp; The inside needed new paint, it looked horrible, the colors were the ugliest colors I've ever seen in a house, but all in all it was a cute 3 bedroom, 2 bath, with a family room, living room and full basement.&amp;nbsp; I called the real estate agent and found out it's a foreclosure, it's pretty cheap and even has a heat pump and central air- something rare around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can just picture us living there, which I'm trying not to do, we're&amp;nbsp; not 100% ready to buy a house. I like to day dream of the colors I'd choose, the addition I'd build off the kitchen for a dinning area, maybe even one of those cool &lt;a href="http://www.adtpulse.com/"&gt;home automation&lt;/a&gt; systems so I can program everything from my phone or computer while away.&amp;nbsp; Anyway... I'm going to try to stop thinking about the cute little house on the top of the hill. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-2832037638269616281?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/2832037638269616281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=2832037638269616281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2832037638269616281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2832037638269616281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-do-i-even-look.html' title='Why do I even look?!'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-3139109772326732175</id><published>2011-03-31T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:13:55.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun, Sun, Mr Golden sun...</title><content type='html'>Where did you go?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we saw weather in the upper 60's and low 70s. this week we've had snow, rain and 30 degree weather. Um.. isn't it spring?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold wet weather has slowed down my painting. I got the living room painted while it was still warm, and the fumes were so strong we had to keep the windows open with fans in them for 2-3 days.&amp;nbsp; I'm afraid to paint the dinning room because it's too cold to open windows. the thought of us being in here all closed up with paint fumes doesn't sit to well with me. So we're living in a house with spots all over the wall... maybe some day it will warm up enough to paint again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still working on making the living room look good. I haven't hung any pictures yet, we have so many big walls that I don't know where to put the pictures we have! We've hung the front speakers for our surround sound, but we need to get some &lt;a href="http://www.standsandmounts.com/speakerstands.aspx"&gt;speaker stands&lt;/a&gt; and figure out some way to hid the wires for the rear speakers before we get full surround sound. I hope to get the house feeling like our home sometime soon, maybe then I wouldn't be ready to move already!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-3139109772326732175?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/3139109772326732175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=3139109772326732175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3139109772326732175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3139109772326732175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/sun-sun-mr-golden-sun.html' title='Sun, Sun, Mr Golden sun...'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-2999119855251685824</id><published>2011-03-30T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T22:45:13.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old memories</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about some old memories, not real old, just some things that happened when Eugene and I first started dating. We were involved with a church that had family camp-outs twice a year.&amp;nbsp; We were also semi involved with the youth.&amp;nbsp; One of the camp-outs I remember very distinctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time of the camp-out I was a nanny for two families. I watched four children, two four year old boys and two one year old girls. Eugene and I were newlyweds and active, he was big into rollerblading and I was... well, trying.&amp;nbsp; I was not good at all, and one particular time we had taken one of the boys out for a bike ride around his neighborhood while we rollerbladed.&amp;nbsp; While going down a small hill i got nervous and decided to bail... only I, being the smart person that I am, chose the paved driveway over the grass yard. needless to say I ended up with a foot long, 6" wide strip of road rash down my leg.&amp;nbsp; very painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward about 4 weeks to the time of the camp-out. We're helping/hanging out with the youth/young adults.&amp;nbsp; we were playing games. one of the games was &lt;a href="http://www.suplay.com/items.asp?Cc=SHOES&amp;amp;Bc="&gt;shoes wrestling&lt;/a&gt;. pretty&amp;nbsp; much the point was to get each other's shoes off while keeping yours. the last one with at least one shoe on was the winner.&amp;nbsp; There were about 25 of us to start,&amp;nbsp; and i made it to the top 3. It was me and two guys. They decided neither of them could handle me alone, so they tag teamed me. I was attacked.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; one of them pined me down and the other put my leg between his and pulled down. At that moment, any scab that had formed over my road rash was torn off. (no I didn't give up the game, I still fought, but they got my shoes off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know... road rash hurts. I can't imagine being in a bad accident and getting road rash over the majority of your body. Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-2999119855251685824?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/2999119855251685824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=2999119855251685824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2999119855251685824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2999119855251685824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-memories.html' title='Old memories'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-3270500906259753076</id><published>2011-03-29T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:30:40.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little town moments</title><content type='html'>We live in a small town, but it's bigger than the one we lived in a few months ago.&amp;nbsp; Today I had to take the kids to the doctor which is down by where we used to live. While driving through the small town we passed a house with about 10 lawn mowers in the yard.&amp;nbsp; Some pretty nice riding lawn mowers and some nice looking push mowers, nothing awesome like a &lt;a href="http://www.wisesales.com/snapper_ZTR.html"&gt;simplicity zero turn mower&lt;/a&gt; but that would look even funnier in a town like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see some pretty interesting things in our small town,&amp;nbsp; bright pink cars,&amp;nbsp; houses painted colors you wouldn't dream of even looking at, There's even a horribly ugly baby blue Escalade, something that big should not be painted a solid baby blue...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;People are great too... especially those at walmart. I don't think I need to say anything more about that. There's just something great and unusual about small towns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-3270500906259753076?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/3270500906259753076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=3270500906259753076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3270500906259753076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3270500906259753076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-town-moments.html' title='Little town moments'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5911930389347364680</id><published>2011-03-28T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:08:36.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevator fun.</title><content type='html'>We've been trying out a new church for the past three weeks, We've enjoyed that they have a special class for the girls, where they actually get a lesson and learn different Bible stories. So far everything has been good, the kids have been happy in their classes, and we've enjoyed the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I don't like is that the children are downstairs and we are upstairs, and the downstairs has it's own entrance. Other churches have security, either locking the doors or people patrolling, and they might too, I am just not aware of it.&amp;nbsp; There is an outside stair case to get from one floor to the other, or there is an elevator. Sunday after church I went down to pick up the girls, then went back up to meet Eugene who was talking to the pastor, and apparently some kid had hit the Call button and there was a man talking to us asking us if we needed &lt;a href="http://www.goodsameaplus.com/"&gt;emergency medical assistance&lt;/a&gt;. It was kinda interesting to tell a voice in the elevator that we were ok and someone must have hit the call button on accident.&amp;nbsp; It was a new experience for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5911930389347364680?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5911930389347364680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5911930389347364680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5911930389347364680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5911930389347364680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/elevator-fun.html' title='Elevator fun.'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5536087401545524382</id><published>2011-03-27T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:37:02.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>perfecting pizza</title><content type='html'>I've been making homemade pizza for about 4 years now. I can't believe there was a time in my life when we bought frozen pizzas. We've bought maybe 4 in the past 4 years and each time we do i cringe at the price then am disgusted at the taste. Even the "best" frozen pizzas do not touch the yumminess of homemade pizza. I was shocked at how easy it was (I use a no rise recipe so I don't have to wait forever either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it has been delicious since day one, I still try to learn a new trick every once and awhile. I learned on the other day from &lt;a href="http://www.thenaturalmommy.com/"&gt;The Natural Mommy&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The trick is a hot pizza stone and preparing it on a piece of cardboard or wooden pizza thing like they use at pizza places, then sliding it onto the hot stone (never taking the stone out of the oven).&amp;nbsp; My pampered chef pizza stone has never been good to me, so I was nervous to use it, but it worked great. The pizza was SOOO yummy.&amp;nbsp; I love my stoneware, sure it's not &lt;a href="http://www.kitchenco.net/le-creuset-bakeware-caribbean.html"&gt;le creuset stoneware&lt;/a&gt; but it works just fine (now that I got the hang of the pizza stone...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I make pizza I'm going to attempt to make the papa John's pizza dough recipe... yummy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5536087401545524382?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5536087401545524382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5536087401545524382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5536087401545524382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5536087401545524382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/perfecting-pizza.html' title='perfecting pizza'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-1034262852792916790</id><published>2011-03-26T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:20:29.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green thumb</title><content type='html'>My mom has the ultimate green thumb I think. Growing up our house was full of plants. Life filled our house, green leaves everywhere we turned.&amp;nbsp; of course that wasn't always a good thing, because we also had dogs, and well, dogs like to run and play etc. Many times while we were gone they would play a little too rough and knock over the plants. We'd come home to dirt everywhere. Makes me wonder what would have happened if my mom used &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.artofhydro.com/"&gt;hydroponics&lt;/a&gt; instead of traditional soil plants, some days I think our house would have been flooded by the number of plants they could tip over in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we've been married I've been on and off with plants, I normally have about 3-7 at a time, I'm not bad with them, but I'm no where as near as my mom is at keeping them looking healthy and pretty. I only try easy plants. The best I ever had mine look was one summer about 6 years ago, I lived with some good friends while Eugene was on tour. They had an amazing deck and I set my plants out there for the summer, watering them every once and awhile. They tripled in size over the summer, they must have just got the best light and weather there. They looked beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I moved into our apartment when he got done with the band and one fall night I left them outside... it got too cold and that was the beginning of the end for most of my plants.&amp;nbsp; It was sad since several of them I started from pieces of my sister's plants. Right now I have 3 plants, they are all doing well, but some day when we have our own house and nice deck I hope to get several more and do my best to make our house feel more like my house growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-1034262852792916790?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/1034262852792916790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=1034262852792916790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1034262852792916790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1034262852792916790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/green-thumb.html' title='Green thumb'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-3602032792305944024</id><published>2011-03-25T21:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T21:14:56.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is this still here?!</title><content type='html'>I've found several misplaced items in my house since we moved. One of the most random are the &lt;a href="http://www.martorusa.com/"&gt;utility knives&lt;/a&gt; that are sitting on my kitchen counter. I have no clue why they are there. I look at them every day, probably 3-5 times a day yet never put them away. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also some tacks sitting on the book shelf in the dinning room and some packing tape on the fridge.... I have no clue why I don't just put them away. It couldn't possibly be because every time I see them I am in the process of taking care of something for one of the impatient kids or cooking supper or something similar.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, I'm sure I'll take care of those things eventually...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-3602032792305944024?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/3602032792305944024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=3602032792305944024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3602032792305944024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3602032792305944024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-is-this-still-here.html' title='Why is this still here?!'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-8271499993816170684</id><published>2011-03-24T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T19:07:03.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The weight loss jouney begins again</title><content type='html'>I've done horrible with my weight since Josiah was born, I think I've actually gained a few pounds from the lowest I got. (I dropped 30lbs in 10 days right after he was born, but I've gained a few since then.)&amp;nbsp; Yesterday morning my husband and I both got on the scale and realized we both have between 25 and 30lbs to lose to be at our ideal weights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided we'd do something about it. And since we're both in it together, maybe we will stick to it!&amp;nbsp; Instead of trying to find &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.dietpillsthatactuallywork.net/"&gt;diet pills that work&lt;/a&gt;, we're going to stop buying girl scout cookies (and all other forms of junk), start eating smaller portions and exercise! My knees have been good for a week now, so next week we are going to start walking 3-4 days a week and see what happens. If all goes well with my knees we'll up it and start jogging, or walking more often and further.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully in a month I will be running again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's face was priceless tonight at supper when I told him he could only have two pieces of pizza. lol. About what my mind was saying the whole time I made one small pizza. Amazingly enough I'm plenty full. I've been doing good this week to avoid eating snacks after supper, I get bad cravings right after supper and around 9:30pm.&amp;nbsp; The good thing is I KNOW my weak times and the foods that I have no self control on, so I can be sure to not buy those foods, and also be prepared with a full glass of lemon water at my weak moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully soon we'll be looking good!&amp;nbsp; We've got a year to get ourselves looking great for our 10 year anniversary trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-8271499993816170684?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/8271499993816170684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=8271499993816170684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8271499993816170684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8271499993816170684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/weight-loss-jouney-begins-again.html' title='The weight loss jouney begins again'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-3203074812005662138</id><published>2011-03-22T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:47:06.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no more chai...</title><content type='html'>I am sad. I love chai but it seems my Josiah does not like it so much. I bought a container of Oregon Chai, and every day that I've had a glass, 12 hoursish later he fusses like crazy. Nothing other than gripe water calms him. I guess it's bye bye Chai for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been warmer here for a week or so now, I love it. Last week we went to the part 3 days in a row. I wanted to go yesterday but I seem to have come down with some weird bug. I've had a fever, head ache, achey body and today a stomach ache. It's no fun for the girls or me when I'm sick. I do a lot of sitting on the couch or laying in bed if Caylee is asleep.&amp;nbsp; They have to wait for snacks and drinks, and they have to get stuff for me. poor kids. Lexi's been super sweet though, she sits next to me and rubs my back, she'll often throw in a "I'm sorry you're sick" comment here or there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; at least she's sympathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-3203074812005662138?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/3203074812005662138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=3203074812005662138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3203074812005662138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3203074812005662138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-more-chai.html' title='no more chai...'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5675578988311756033</id><published>2011-03-19T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T22:08:17.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Languages</title><content type='html'>I know the way to my husband's heart. It's in my cookies. or cookies in general, but he really likes my chocolate chip cookies.&amp;nbsp; I'm not saying I could get away with anything and then make him cookies, but they never hurt anything that's for sure. It's kinda the same with flowers to me.&amp;nbsp; Although I make cookies way more than I get flowers, but hey, Chocolate chip cookies are a lot cheaper than flowers. With the help of a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.proflowerscoupons.com/"&gt;proflowers coupon&lt;/a&gt; flowers are a little cheaper!&amp;nbsp; Still not as cheap as cookies, but cookies take a lot more work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'd much rather have flowers. Flowers don't make you fat. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5675578988311756033?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5675578988311756033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5675578988311756033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5675578988311756033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5675578988311756033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-languages.html' title='Love Languages'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-6953459681285620426</id><published>2011-03-19T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:52:38.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Park Fun!</title><content type='html'>For the third day in a row it was a gorgeous day here. Today wasn't as hot as yesterday, but it was still nice enough to enjoy some time at the park. Since Eugene was with us and we had the car we went to the park that's about 10 miles away, it's bigger and has a lot more for the kids to do, they love it. Today our big adventure was throwing rocks in the creek. The girls are always surprised when I tell them they can do things where they might get dirty, I love to see Lexi's face when I say "Go ahead, play in the dirt!" or, "dig in the mud!" She lights up like I just gave her a big ice cream cone. Makes me wonder just how sheltered I've made them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a little frustrated at this park, like I said, it's bigger so there are a lot more people, and with more people come bigger kids. and with bigger kids come trouble. Especially because bigger kids want to do whatever they want and bigger kids parent's don't pay attention to make sure they're not doing anything bad... I had to tell a few kids a couple times not to do things. They thought it was fun to climb up slides while Lexi and Caylee were trying to go down. climbing up slides is one of my biggest pet peeves. If you're the only one on the playground- fine, but if you're 9 and there's a 2 year old trying to slide down.... Yah.&amp;nbsp; They also wanted to throw rocks (by kids, not in the creek). Made me wonder if their parents had checked out &lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/"&gt;http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/&lt;/a&gt; and bought mass amounts of it to cover the damage their kids must cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully&amp;nbsp; as my kids grow they will learn to respect others and property. and general rules like "don't climb up the slide when other kids want to slide down!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-6953459681285620426?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/6953459681285620426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=6953459681285620426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6953459681285620426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6953459681285620426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-park-fun.html' title='More Park Fun!'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-6485976926891444797</id><published>2011-03-19T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T13:02:00.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>um... okay.</title><content type='html'>We are buying new locks for our doors today. For security reasons. We've had two things that just make us say "ummm.. okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First about a week ago I was sitting on the couch and looked down next to the cushion and there was a cap for a bottle of beer. We don't drink. We don't have wild parties where people drink. We have no clue where that came from. Also we have this plastic shoe box container that my husband keeps his clippers in. We keep it on top of the medicine cabinet. Way up high where the kids can't reach it. We just put the clippers in it a few weeks ago. We pulled them down the other day and there is a crack in it. um... okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is missing from our house. Nothing else is out of place. just a random beer bottle cap and a small crack in a plastic container.&amp;nbsp; I don't really feel scared. The thought of someone in our house scares me, but those two things are more just a "weird" thing than a scary thing. Who knows! but either way we're changing the locks, they weren't changed before we moved in so the people who lived here before could still have a key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband wants to get a gun.&amp;nbsp; I'm not against it, he's wanted one for years. It would have to be kept somewhere where the kids wouldn't find it,&amp;nbsp; knowing him he'd want a permit to carry it and &lt;a href="http://www.opticsale.com/blackhawk-gun-holsters-48-mnf-46-ctg.html"&gt;blackhawk holsters&lt;/a&gt; to carry it in or something. He has a little bit of redneck in his blood.&amp;nbsp; of course, I do too so it's ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-6485976926891444797?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/6485976926891444797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=6485976926891444797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6485976926891444797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6485976926891444797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-okay.html' title='um... okay.'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5729864937270812536</id><published>2011-03-17T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T16:09:00.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>warm sunshine + fresh air+ being at the park = tired momma!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what we were thinking moving to a place that doesn't have a yard. I guess we were thinking it was winter so we don't go outside much. Now that the warm weather is visiting, I've missed the yard. Just being able to walk out our front door and play in the grass, or ride bikes was nice. There is a park about half a mile away from here, which is what I was counting on using when we thought about moving here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the kids and I walked there to get some fresh air. I hate being cooped up in the apartment all the time, so it was nice to get out! Plus it gave them a chance to get some energy out of their system, gave me a bit of exercise, and I was hoping we'd find some other kids there. We ended up being the only ones their for most of the time so they didn't make any friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching them run around and climb and play was so nice though, it's a small park, all fenced in, so I relax a bit there, plus we were the only ones playing.&amp;nbsp; I love to see them use their imaginations as they play in the sand and race to climb up and slide down the slides.&amp;nbsp; It gave me some great &lt;a href="http://www.personalcreations.com/personalized-toddler-gifts-PTODBSL"&gt;toddler gift ideas&lt;/a&gt; as they sat in the sand making homes for their "friends" (the acorns they found on the ground).&amp;nbsp; We were there for probably an hour and a half at least, then we started our short walk home, we took a little break for some ice cream at a cute little ice cream and coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're all worn out now, they are sitting on the couch watching tv for the first time today (something we've been working on cutting out!), Josiah took a nap and I'm sleepy!!&amp;nbsp; I did open all the windows and get dinner in the oven before I sat down though, which is good because I don't want to get up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5729864937270812536?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5729864937270812536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5729864937270812536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5729864937270812536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5729864937270812536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/warm-sunshine-fresh-air-being-at-park.html' title='warm sunshine + fresh air+ being at the park = tired momma!'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-4469568034482679474</id><published>2011-03-16T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:39:26.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate craving</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to be really good lately with my eating. Especially my night snacking. the past two nights haven't been too bad, but tonight the craving came full force. Right now I'd love to have a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.franchisegator.com/Vending-Machine-Distributorship-Franchises/"&gt;vending machine business&lt;/a&gt; to go raid. Something chocolate would be nice right now, some homemade chocolate chips cookies maybe.&amp;nbsp; But alas, I will be good, and just drink water to try to get through this craving.... Since I can't exercise I have to lose weight by controlling my eating alone. After two days of being good I lost a pound so hopefully it will keep coming off!! and the good news is that my knees aren't swelling or hurting much. I am able to do normal day activities so hopefully walking and running will happen sometime before summer is over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-4469568034482679474?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/4469568034482679474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=4469568034482679474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4469568034482679474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4469568034482679474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/chocolate-craving.html' title='Chocolate craving'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-3116157924419336954</id><published>2011-03-16T15:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:59:31.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting commercial style</title><content type='html'>There is this commercial for Bona cleaners that just makes me laugh.  Have you seen it?  There is a little girl painting a flower on the  hardwood floor, and a son and dog with muddy feet running through the  door leaving foot prints through the kitchen, a husband spilling coffee  on the floor.  All while the narrator says it doesn't matter if they  make messes because Bona makes it easy to clean and protect hardwood  floors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, excuse me? I don't care who you are, even the most patient mom is  not going to just let her child paint &lt;a href="http://www.happyeasterstore.com/"&gt;personalized Easter gifts&lt;/a&gt; on the floor. Even if it does  come up easy. Even the best mom is going to tell the boy to wipe his  feet, or tell the girl to stop painting on the floor and paint on paper.  Thank you very much, but that was a little unrealistic, even for a  commercial mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-3116157924419336954?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/3116157924419336954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=3116157924419336954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3116157924419336954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3116157924419336954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/parenting-commercial-style.html' title='Parenting commercial style'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-6036103997813401078</id><published>2011-03-15T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:11:09.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My workout</title><content type='html'>I can't run or walk or ride bike and even swimming hurt my knee.&amp;nbsp; I've been trying to just do some fast upper body circuits, including lots and lots of weights and crunches. I also have one thing I do every day a million times a day, lift Josiah. He's my little&lt;a href="http://www.shopcompex.com/"&gt; muscle stimulator&lt;/a&gt;. Not sure how I don't have toned arms&amp;nbsp; with as much as I carry him. He loves me to hold him, and fusses when I put him down if I don't stay right near him.&amp;nbsp; We had several good days and nights where he took naps and slept in his crib, now he's back to wanting me near him every time he is sleeping.&amp;nbsp; It was only 3 or 4 days, but I got used to those long naps he was taking in his crib, so it's kind of annoying now when he wakes up every time I put him down.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure we'll find that pattern again... soon I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-6036103997813401078?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/6036103997813401078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=6036103997813401078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6036103997813401078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6036103997813401078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-workout.html' title='My workout'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-1646495746991190703</id><published>2011-03-15T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:16:36.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mail</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I realized how little I've had a paying job in my life the other day when I got the mail. The government had sent my husband and I the little updates that tell us how much our family would get a month if one of us died, or how much we could collect on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.allsup.com/about-ssdi/ssdi-overview.aspx"&gt;Social security disability.&lt;/a&gt; The amounts on mine weren't much because I honestly haven't worked much. For the past 4.5 years I've been a stay at home mom. While I was in college I had part time jobs that didn't pay much, but covered the cost of books and a little entertainment. I worked&amp;nbsp; steadily for a few years between college and being a mom and that's where most of my money came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been considering trying to take classes to finish my degree. I have two years towards my Elementary Education degree. Problem is I am not so sure I want to teach elementary school anymore. I'm leaning much more towards middle school or high school math. (Yes, I LOVE math).&amp;nbsp; I'm not so sure they offer the classes I'd need to take as online classes. I'm in no rush to get it done since I'm not looking to get a job until Josiah is old enough that we can either leave the kids alone during the day, or if we decide to put them in public school at any point in time. It would just be nice to have something to fall back on if something happened where Eugene couldn't work, or we really needed the extra income. Of course, teaching jobs are really hard to come by these days so who knows if it would be worth it.&amp;nbsp; It's just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-1646495746991190703?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/1646495746991190703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=1646495746991190703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1646495746991190703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/1646495746991190703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/mail.html' title='Mail'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-2073658606980782584</id><published>2011-03-14T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:26:07.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty diapers</title><content type='html'>We love our cloth diapers and i love our diaper sprayer. So far I haven't had to use it for Josiah's diapers yet, we haven't even hooked it up since we moved. I've missed it though, even though we don't need it for diapers. I got in the habit of using it for the little potty when Caylee uses that. She doesn't use it often but if I'm feeding Josiah or can't get up for some reason. And I'm not going to lie, every once and awhile I forget that she used the little potty so it sits for a few days.... A diaper sprayer comes in really handy then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought ours from cotton babies, but I've heard of people making them using a sprayer (like you'd have on the kitchen sink) and a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.dftcorp.com/products/hose/metal/"&gt;metal hose&lt;/a&gt; attached to the hose that fills the toilet. I'm sure it works just fine and probably doesn't cost $40.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-2073658606980782584?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/2073658606980782584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=2073658606980782584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2073658606980782584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2073658606980782584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/dirty-diapers.html' title='Dirty diapers'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-2650229259579620372</id><published>2011-03-14T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:15:59.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunters</title><content type='html'>I've been watching HGTV and it made me start thinking about looking for a house. Just to get an idea of what type of down payment we should be saving.&amp;nbsp; There are a bunch of houses between 100-150K that meet our criteria, I was hoping to spend less. While looking through pictures I saw an adorable log cabin on 10 acres of land, it only had 2 bedrooms but it had a porch with cute&lt;a href="http://www.logfurnitureplace.com/"&gt; log furniture&lt;/a&gt; on it, an amazing fireplace and a ton of windows.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what type of house we'll buy when we are looking i like a lot of different styles and types, and different features so I guess as long as it meets our specific needs it doesn't matter what type it is! For now we will work on paying off the little bit of debt we have and start saving a down payment and worry about the choosing later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-2650229259579620372?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/2650229259579620372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=2650229259579620372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2650229259579620372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2650229259579620372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/house-hunters.html' title='House Hunters'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-3045220323460250874</id><published>2011-03-13T20:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:58:57.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommyness</title><content type='html'>There are so many days I spend stressed to the max from the kids. I  feel like all I ever do is get stuff for them, wipe their bottoms, cook,  clean, break up fights and clean up messes.  Some days I feel like all i  do is yell at them, and those days I can't wait for bedtime. Then when I  crawl into bed I'm a big exhausted mess, feeling like being a mom is  just a straining job.  I feel guilty for not spending time with them and  guilty that they watch tv. Those days I start thinking about ending my full time mom career and&amp;nbsp; starting &lt;a href="http://www.healthcarejobsite.com/"&gt;health care careers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's days like today. Days when I remember they will only be  this age once. Days when I remember that a little mess is ok. Days when I  remember that it doesn't matter if it takes me a few minutes longer to  make supper when they help. Days that we play, do crafts, make messes,  bake together, cook together and snuggle together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days like today when I let go and have fun, and realize that being a mom is awesome when you take the time to enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-3045220323460250874?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/3045220323460250874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=3045220323460250874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3045220323460250874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/3045220323460250874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/there-are-so-many-days-i-spend-stressed.html' title='Mommyness'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-2404187975871974011</id><published>2011-03-13T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:18:54.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been great, I've enjoyed the weather. I wish I could have taken better advantage of it. I love that warmer weather means Spring and summer are on it's way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With summer comes trips to the park, camping vacations, &lt;a href="http://www.paperculture.com/birthday-party-invitations.html"&gt;birthday party invitations&lt;/a&gt; and trips to the beach!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my sister and I decided to make our yearly camping trip to Virginia beach instead of Myrtle beach. I kinda feel like we're cheating on Huntington beach state park by not going. We've gone every year for the past 3 years so not going this year will feel weird. I'm sure we'll have just as much fun at VA beach, after all, it is a beach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have a camping trip in PA planned too like last Memorial Day, with a bunch of my family, this year another one of my Aunts and her family are joining us, maybe next year more family will join!&amp;nbsp; I'm so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-2404187975871974011?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/2404187975871974011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=2404187975871974011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2404187975871974011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2404187975871974011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-4259906225166457033</id><published>2011-03-12T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:15:16.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guaranteed approval- what a deal!</title><content type='html'>This isn't a financial blog by any means.&amp;nbsp; But pretend it is for one minute while I share a little something, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Right after Lexi was born we bought a used Ford Taurus, up until that  point we had been driving a two door Hyundai accent, the car seat fit  ok in the middle, but we were ready for a little more space, getting  that infant seat in the back was a bit of a challenge. We started to  think about looking for a car, we had no money saved for a down payment,  not great credit and we were still paying on the accent.&amp;nbsp; Then the  middle seat belt broke and we couldn't put her car seat in there  anymore, so we put her behind me in the passenger seat and I ate my  knees while we went to look at some cars.&lt;br /&gt;We wanted something bigger, but were not ready for a minivan. Looking  back now I wish we would have just got one then, but hindsight is  20/20.&amp;nbsp; We knew what monthly payment our "budget" would allow and were  stupid enough to only talk monthly payment not APR. With bad credit, and  having to add the amount we still owed on the Accent onto our loan we  ended up with a monthly payment that fit nicely, but an APR of around  20%. HORRIBLE.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once we started getting a little wiser we started  working on paying off the car, we ended up paying it off two years  early.&amp;nbsp; In the time that we were working on paying it off we added  Caylee to our family. The car started getting small. We could squeeze a  small person between the car seats in the back, and going on vacations  was a mess, our car was stuffed from door to door, floor to ceiling.&amp;nbsp;  Now we have Josiah too. the three car seats barely fit in the back seat,  I'm not even sure they are installed properly because there's no room  to get around them to check. We've been on one small trip, but we didn't  have to bring half of what we normally do, I have no clue how we're  going to make any trips if we don't get a mini van.&lt;br /&gt;Some friends of ours sold us a big GMC conversion van for really  cheap, but we've yet to get it on the road and don't think we really  want to. We know it will suck the gas so we wont be able to afford to go  anywhere. We've been talking up plans as to how to go about wisely  buying a van.&amp;nbsp; We can't really afford monthly payments, but we figured  if we could sell our car and the van we could easily afford an older  used van.&lt;br /&gt;Today we stopped by a small dealership we drive by a lot because we  saw they had a minivan there. The owner came out to talk to us as I was  peeking in the windows.&amp;nbsp; He asked us if we were looking to pay cash or  get a loan.&amp;nbsp; We told him we were thinking about using the credit union  that my husband 's work offers. He then told us a price. but not before  telling us a little something.&lt;br /&gt;The price if we were going to get financed through him was in the&amp;nbsp;  $9,500 range. With our own financing or cash.... $5,500.&amp;nbsp; That's right,  $4k less. He said the financing company takes so much he has to charge  way more in order to make money.&amp;nbsp; So be careful when car shopping, a  guaranteed approval might cost you $4,000!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see the money that finance company is making, maybe I should try to get one of their &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.job.com/accounting-jobs/"&gt;accounting jobs&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-4259906225166457033?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/4259906225166457033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=4259906225166457033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4259906225166457033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4259906225166457033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/guaranteed-approval-what-deal.html' title='Guaranteed approval- what a deal!'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-4139159238104436966</id><published>2011-03-11T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:55:36.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring, spring... where art thou spring?</title><content type='html'>It's March 11th. It's 35 degrees out. I live in the south. It should be spring by now right? I'm sitting here in long sleeves, pants and socks and my feet are numb. My fingers are numb. My nose is numb.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, I'm ready for spring!!!&amp;nbsp; A few months ago we got a really high electric bill (around $360 for one month) Since then we've learned to live with the house cold. In fact, since we moved here a month ago the only room that has had the heat on is the girls room. We've turned the heat on a few times in our room as we were getting into bed, but we always turn it back off in the morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really expected it to be warm by now. Not hot, or even t-shirt weather, but at least warm enough that my feet don't freeze when I'm inside my house.&amp;nbsp; We are always snuggled up under blankets if we're sitting on the couch, Eugene even keeps himself covered with blankets when he's sitting in his chair working.&amp;nbsp; I guess we could suck it up and pay another high electric bill, but  really we can't afford a higher bill than we got this month and turning  on more heat would make the bill higher. So for now we'll survive.&amp;nbsp; too bad they don't have a cheapestheating.net like they have a &lt;a href="http://cheapestautoinsurance.net/"&gt;cheapestautoinsurance.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cheapestautoinsurance.net/"&gt;http://www.cheapestautoinsurance.net/&lt;/a&gt;! Heating is only available in one option here. oh well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-4139159238104436966?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/4139159238104436966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=4139159238104436966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4139159238104436966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4139159238104436966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-spring-where-art-thou-spring.html' title='Spring, spring... where art thou spring?'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-6330219005698636574</id><published>2011-03-11T11:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T11:58:55.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New diapers</title><content type='html'>I sold some of our unused stash of diapers on Craigslist so I could purchase more Flips. I was so excited when they arrived today. Of course they arrived as soon as I hung up the diapers, so I had to do another wash for the new ones, but that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart craigslist. you can find anything and everything you want on there I think, or you can sell anything you want!&amp;nbsp; From cloth diapers, to clothes, to toys, to baby stuff, to cars, to houses, to animals, to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.reidsupply.com/Results.aspx?pid=10021900"&gt;thrust bearings&lt;/a&gt; to microwaves. you want it, you can find it there.&amp;nbsp; There's my commercial for Craigslist.&amp;nbsp; now back to the diapers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought another Flip day pack with the stay dry inserts, a clementine (orange) cover and a grasshopper cover (light green). I love the colors. :) They also threw in a free pack of disposable inserts too, which will come in handy with the traveling and trips we have planned. We normally buy disposable diapers when we're traveling, just because some people don't like the thought of washing diapers in their washers, and then of course when we go camping you can't wash diapers!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm excited to try them out.&amp;nbsp; Now we have enough diapers that fit Josiah so that on laundry day I wont feel like I have to leave him in dirty diapers longer than I like! We have 6 organic inserts for the Flips, but right now they are a bit bulky on him, once he's a little bigger I'll use them, I loved them on Caylee.&amp;nbsp; I really like the Flip diapers, can you tell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-6330219005698636574?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/6330219005698636574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=6330219005698636574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6330219005698636574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6330219005698636574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-diapers.html' title='New diapers'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5130021233096702916</id><published>2011-03-10T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:40:14.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoring child</title><content type='html'>Today has been a little bit of a trying day. I'm tired probably a combination of a side effect of the anti inflammatory I am on and Josiah waking up a ton last night. Josiah was really fussy today and didn't let me put him down. Even as I type this he is on my chest snoring away. I got spoiled because he was going to bed around 7:30 (in his crib) and he was taking a long nap in his crib in the mornings too. The girls were also a little disobedient but Lexi was an amazingly good girl while doing school today. In fact it might have been the first time in 120 days of school that she didn't whine ONCE. She didn't throw her pencil and give up when I told her she wrote a number or letter backwards, and she didn't hide her head and pout when I asked her what something said. I was so impressed I rewarded her with some nerds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to get a couple phone calls made today, one for a quote for health insurance through the company we use for car, life and renters insurance.&amp;nbsp; I also looked up some &lt;a href="http://www.carinsurancelist.com/auto-insurance-reviews.htm"&gt;car insurance reviews&lt;/a&gt; to see what people had to say about other companies. We've used Farm Bureau for years now, we tried State Farm but they charged so much more that we just decided to go back to our trusted Farm Bureau! for now I think we'll stick with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5130021233096702916?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5130021233096702916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5130021233096702916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5130021233096702916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5130021233096702916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/snoring-child.html' title='Snoring child'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-6084909861603667078</id><published>2011-03-10T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:27:31.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tnaruNKF_9g/TXmHsKTQ5yI/AAAAAAAAIxg/-nd7vwWGMuM/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tnaruNKF_9g/TXmHsKTQ5yI/AAAAAAAAIxg/-nd7vwWGMuM/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, the landlord showed up today, and we've made some progress towards a semi completed apartment.&amp;nbsp; Our walls are now spotted, since he filled in all the holes left from the previous tenants. I'm not sure if they just put nails all over the place or what, because i have never seen this many spots on a wall before...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; excuse the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what all the walls look like now, hopefully sometime tomorrow or Saturday they will start to look better.&amp;nbsp; We had to move a bunch of furniture, making sure when we moved our desks not to let our &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=Monitors"&gt;monitors&lt;/a&gt; fall!&amp;nbsp; We also finally have a handle on our oven. I'm excited.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and our toilet doesn't run constantly anymore either! Yay for working toilets! Now to get the sink unclogged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-6084909861603667078?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/6084909861603667078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=6084909861603667078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6084909861603667078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6084909861603667078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/progress.html' title='progress'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tnaruNKF_9g/TXmHsKTQ5yI/AAAAAAAAIxg/-nd7vwWGMuM/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-854742291251944263</id><published>2011-03-09T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:03:14.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first swim</title><content type='html'>as you are well aware, my knees are acting up and running is not an option right now. Neither is walking. I've been very discouraged because I can't do any cardio which means I am not losing weight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The other day I was searching the website for the local rec center and found out they have an indoor pool which is open to the public for swimming laps just a few hours a day for the cost of $1.50 per time you swim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to Eugene we decided I'd go try it out this morning. I was there ready to get in the water by 7:15 ( it was open from 7:15-8:15, but I had to make sure I was home by 8 so I could shower and be ready to be mom so he could go to work.)&amp;nbsp; It didn't take long for me to feel like a fool. I really do not know how to swim. Yes, I can get by, I could dog paddle forever, but to actually swim laps next to people who knew what they were doing made me feel like a fool.&amp;nbsp; I explained my situation to the older lifeguard there, who was very encouraging and kept telling me to keep going, and keep trying. I was grateful for her, because the three other lap swimmers in there didn't say a word to me and I'm sure were just waiting for me to get out of the pool and out of their way. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I managed to slap around in the water for 20 minutes before my pride and tiredness made me get out of the water. I promised the life guard I'd be back Friday morning to try again. As the day goes on though my knees are starting to hurt and I'm wondering if it's from swimming or just because I didn't take any steroids today. By Friday morning I should know if my knees are going to swell back up or not. Hopefully the anti-inflammatory medicine works and keeps the swelling down. I'll live with some pain as long as I can function as a mom. Not being able to move and care for your children is depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they swell back up I'm afraid we might have to get health insurance so I can go to a real doctor and get a real diagnosis, which will probably result in some physical therapy.&amp;nbsp; I've checked out some quotes from &lt;a href="http://www.nchealthplans.com/"&gt;NC Blue Cross Blue Shield&lt;/a&gt; so I can compare them with the quote my husband will bring home next week when he has his 90 day review which will qualify us for insurance through his work.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I guess we'll see what happens!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-854742291251944263?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/854742291251944263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=854742291251944263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/854742291251944263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/854742291251944263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-first-swim.html' title='My first swim'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-550797950656563017</id><published>2011-03-09T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T13:52:00.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my wonderful laundry octopus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1Pf8pZeBar0/TXfLoVIUm0I/AAAAAAAAIxE/q-J_bbkEiTc/s1600/laundry.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1Pf8pZeBar0/TXfLoVIUm0I/AAAAAAAAIxE/q-J_bbkEiTc/s200/laundry.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish a laundry octopus was some 8 armed person who came to my house and did my laundry, but it's not. It's almost that nice though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry is not that exciting, and since moving into our new apartment a  month ago I have had to start hanging my clothes to dry. That makes  laundry even less appealing to me. Especially since we have no where  outside to hang clothes, which means laundry becomes the focal point of  our house. every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a year ago I bought something from Ikea. I had no clue how much I  would grow to love this.  It's especially helpful for hanging up socks,  wash cloths, underwear and... diaper inserts! We use it when we go  camping for wash cloths and bathing suits too. It is by far amazing, and  I wish I lived closer to an Ikea so I could get another one. of course, with a nice &lt;a href="http://www.checkcity.com/"&gt;payday advance&lt;/a&gt; I would purchase way more than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/80189663" target="_blank"&gt; laundry octopus&lt;/a&gt; was well worth the $4.99. Go to Ikea, buy one. they are amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-550797950656563017?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/550797950656563017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=550797950656563017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/550797950656563017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/550797950656563017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-wonderful-laundry-octopus.html' title='my wonderful laundry octopus'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1Pf8pZeBar0/TXfLoVIUm0I/AAAAAAAAIxE/q-J_bbkEiTc/s72-c/laundry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-8291827783751722103</id><published>2011-03-08T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T10:26:51.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling in</title><content type='html'>We've lived here over a month now and we're starting to get settled in I guess. There are still things that aren't put away, a few boxes of pictures to go on the walls, shelves, posters, other things just sitting around waiting to find a home. I've put it off because we are still waiting on our landlord to bring us the paint for the walls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out we have a bit of a slum lord who makes promises but doesn't actually follow through.&amp;nbsp; I guess we should have expected it by the condition of the apartment when we looked at it, but we still trust people and expect them to stick to their word.&amp;nbsp; There's nothing extremely wrong, I don't feel like our health or lives are in danger by living here or anything, it's just little things like door knobs, or a handle for the oven, the paint, and well, now the toilet wont stop running. It's just stuff that as spoiled American's, we expect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching HGTV lately and it really makes me laugh, the amount of money people have to spend on their summer homes in Nicaragua, or the people buying their first house that get upset because the backsplash isn't &lt;a href="http://www.glasstilesoutlet.com/glass-mosaic-tiles.asp"&gt;glass tile&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It gives the impression that most American's wouldn't even consider living in an apartment like the one I currently call home.&amp;nbsp; I've learned so much about different things from each place I've lived, none of them have been like places on tv, but it doesn't matter honestly. I choose a less fancy home so that I can fill it with love, not stuff. I choose cheaper rent and home cooked meals so that I can be home with my children, teaching them, playing with them, finger painting and sharing Christ with them. I choose to wear used clothes, or clothes found on clearance racks over American Eagle, Aeropostale, Tommy Hilfiger or whatever the expensive brands are. Sure, you might look at me and feel sorry for me because I have less, but when you look on the inside, less is more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-8291827783751722103?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/8291827783751722103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=8291827783751722103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8291827783751722103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8291827783751722103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/settling-in.html' title='Settling in'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-6710453380778928064</id><published>2011-03-07T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T15:04:42.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces of dreams</title><content type='html'>the past few nights I have had the weirdest dreams, but they are more like mini dreams, or previews of dreams that never come instead of actual dreams.&amp;nbsp; Last night I dreamed I was in labor, only I didn't even look pregnant, but i was so scared I was going to bleed to death- surely that's a fear from all I dealt with after the birth of Josiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago my dream was much more pleasant. I dreamed about diamonds. Sparkling diamond rings, like ones by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://scott-kay.reeds.com/"&gt;Scott Kay&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; All I remember was looking around and seeing all these women with dazzling, clean diamond rings. It was a pretty dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked dreaming about diamonds much more than going into labor. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-6710453380778928064?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/6710453380778928064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=6710453380778928064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6710453380778928064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6710453380778928064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/pieces-of-dreams.html' title='pieces of dreams'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5451149681002092514</id><published>2011-03-07T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:46:31.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Like a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="contenttext"&gt; God calls us to have faith like a child, (Mathew 18:3) and the longer  I am a parent the more I understand  what exactly that means. Children  trust their parents, they accept what they have to say and don’t  question them, they just know if mom or dad says it, it will happen. (at  least until they are a certain age!)  That is how we are to look at  God’s promises, just know that if Daddy said it, it will happen!!&lt;br /&gt;The Bible also tells us that as his Children He has given us each  gifts, some teachers, some healers, some prophets, some preachers etc.  (1 Corinthians 12). I’m starting to think we have a healer in our house.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been struggling with my knees since we moved in here a month  ago. I’ve had almost 4 weeks of pain and swelling, aside from the two  times I’ve been on prednisone. Several times in the past month Caylee  has asked me to get her something or carry her and I’ve had to tell her  not now, or that I couldn’t because I have boo boo knees. She would  almost always come over to me, put both of her hands around my knee and  then walk away. Sometimes she’s throw a kiss in there.  I didn’t think  anything of it, She’s Caylee, she does odd things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;This morning she said she had to go potty so I got up to take her.  (i’m on my second round of prednisone and my knees are feeling fine) On  the way to the bathroom we had this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Caylee: Mommy, do you have boo boo knees?&lt;br /&gt;Me: no, they are better&lt;br /&gt;Caylee: Now you can really hold you me cuz I prayed your knees better!&lt;br /&gt;It followed by me thanking her for praying for my knees and me tearing  up at the realization that at 2.5, She had prayed for my knees and knew  they were better because of her prayers.&amp;nbsp; I think she will have many heavenly &lt;a href="http://www.awardsforanything.com/"&gt;trophies and awards &lt;/a&gt;waiting for her! &lt;br /&gt;Oh how I with I had the faith of my child.&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/9572690-5451149681002092514?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5451149681002092514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5451149681002092514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5451149681002092514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5451149681002092514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/faith-like-child.html' title='Faith Like a Child'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-4582757558072193755</id><published>2011-03-01T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T14:20:35.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite song</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I heard this song by Lighthouse today and i love it. It's called Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find Me Here&lt;br /&gt;Speak To Me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you&lt;br /&gt;You are the light&lt;br /&gt;That's leading me&lt;br /&gt;To the place where I find peace again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the strength, that keeps me walking.&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.&lt;br /&gt;You are the light to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are my purpose...you're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You calm the storms, and you give me rest.&lt;br /&gt;You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're all I want, You're all I need&lt;br /&gt;You're everything,everything&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want your all I need&lt;br /&gt;You're everything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want you're all I need.&lt;br /&gt;You're everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want you're all I need, you're everything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-4582757558072193755?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/4582757558072193755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=4582757558072193755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4582757558072193755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/4582757558072193755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-favorite-song.html' title='New Favorite song'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-917562647352263248</id><published>2011-02-26T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T21:51:53.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Day</title><content type='html'>We went to the mall in an attempt to find some cute matching or coordinating outfits for the girls. I am always seeing adorable clothes at target, old navy and the children's place but we never have the money to buy them. Today we had the money but i couldn't find anything!!! Figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were super, super good so we decided to take them to build a bear.There's nothing more fun than over priced dust collectors... ok, so that's my opinion, but the girls ask every time we walk by one, so we gave in. I remember LOVING&amp;nbsp; stuffed animals when I was a little girl. Caylee was a bit confused by the flat puppy that look like he'd taken too much &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%09http://www.supplementcritic.com/lipo-6-reviews/"&gt;lipo 6&lt;/a&gt;, but once she saw Lexi's cat come to life with stuffing she was beyond thrilled to push the pedal and help fill up her Wuff Wuff. We skipped clothes for their new friends and got them sunglasses, yes they were overpriced, but it was worth making the memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-917562647352263248?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/917562647352263248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=917562647352263248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/917562647352263248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/917562647352263248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/02/fun-day.html' title='Fun Day'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-8673945166808421021</id><published>2011-02-26T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T08:17:12.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toys</title><content type='html'>I finally have a laptop! I can't believe I forgot to share that little bit of excitement with you.&amp;nbsp; Not only do I have a laptop, I have a GREEN laptop. Nothing is cooler than that.&amp;nbsp; I've wanted this laptop for 4 years, and we decided with this tax return I'd get one. So I kept my eye on the Dell outlet store, I watched for two weeks and never saw a green one on there. The day our tax return went into our bank I looked, and they had the exact laptop I wanted, even in green!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so crazy to me to think that God loves me so much that He cares what COLOR laptop I want. How amazing! The Lord and Creator of the entire universe loves and cares about me so much that not only does He cover all the big important things, but He also provides a green laptop for me just because I wanted one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Patience pays off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-8673945166808421021?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/8673945166808421021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=8673945166808421021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8673945166808421021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/8673945166808421021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-toys.html' title='New Toys'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-7073649919576291973</id><published>2011-02-26T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T08:09:31.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mall is calling</title><content type='html'>Last Friday night we decided to go to Winston Salem to do some shopping, only problem is we neglected to realize how much time it was going to take at Best Buy for my husband to get his Iphone. So at the end of the night we drove 3 hours total, just to go to target and best buy. So today... we're headed down to do some mall shopping. I don't go to the mall very often, and when we do we don't normally buy anything, but we do find some good deals on clearance racks in old navy and children's place from time to time.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully the girls will be happy long enough to allow us to do some shopping. Maybe we'll reward them with Chuck E Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also hoping my knees hold up to walk around. I was on Prednizone which helped greatly, but after 36 hours without it my knees are already starting to swell. I think I might have to start taking some fish oil supplements for my joints, maybe I should throw in some &lt;a href="http://www.fatburnersthatwork.com/"&gt;fat burner supplements&lt;/a&gt; too.&amp;nbsp; I guess we'll do what we can do!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-7073649919576291973?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/7073649919576291973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=7073649919576291973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7073649919576291973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/7073649919576291973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/02/mall-is-calling.html' title='The Mall is calling'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-2300901610648567690</id><published>2011-02-24T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:17:31.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flu has arrived</title><content type='html'>We are dragging around here. Feels like someone has slipped us some &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingpillreviews.net/"&gt;sleeping pills&lt;/a&gt;. It started Sunday with Caylee laying around, which we all know is not normal for her! By Sunday afternoon she was running a high fever, Monday i took her to the dr where she tested positive for the flu. By Monday morning Eugene was feeling icky and by Monday afternoon Lexi was looking gray.&amp;nbsp; Caylee has also been complaining about her belly and today I felt her pain.&amp;nbsp; All day my stomach has felt off and Josiah has also been fussy, so I'm guessing he's feeling icky too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caylee and Eugene only had a fever for two days, Eugene's back to normal, Caylee's just really whiny. I hope we all start feeling better soon, whining and belly aches and runny noses are not fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-2300901610648567690?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/2300901610648567690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=2300901610648567690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2300901610648567690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2300901610648567690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/02/flu-has-arrived.html' title='The Flu has arrived'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-2569644683551684225</id><published>2011-02-11T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:05:16.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>River Trail</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got out and ran for the first time since we moved, All last week I was out of commission because of my knee being so swollen and sore I couldn't even walk let alone run. But yesterday I finally got to check out the trail that starts not too far from here, I thought it was paved, but turns out it's not. It was my first time running on dirt, it was pretty hard though, since the ground is kinda frozen, parts of the trail were even covered with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hard run since it had been so long, and I still had a little bit of pain in my knee. I ran half of it with my headphones on like&amp;nbsp; I normally do, but I stopped for a second to take a picture of the amazing view I had while running. When I stopped I took out my headphones and realized I was missing the wonderful sounds of nature, the flowing river, the birds, the sound of my feet hitting the dirt. It was great.&amp;nbsp; I even saw two deer. that might just be my new favorite place to go, and I'll never have to turn around and run in multiple times, even if i am training for a full marathon. the trail is 51 miles long!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till it's warmer and we can take the kids to walk, or ride bikes. We might have to invest in an &lt;a href="http://www.peppyparents.com/servlet/the-452/ergobaby-ergo-baby-carrier/Detail"&gt;ergo baby carrier&lt;/a&gt; so we can hit the trail fully prepared! Yay for new places to exercise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-2569644683551684225?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/2569644683551684225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=2569644683551684225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2569644683551684225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/2569644683551684225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/02/river-trail.html' title='River Trail'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-575250874201908566</id><published>2011-02-07T21:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T14:17:04.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>growing babies</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went on a date with one of my friends to a consignment sale. I absolutely LOVE consignment sales. There's nothing better than being able to buy outfits for the kids for $2. It just happened to be half price day at this sale, I spent about $16 and walked away with about 10-12 outfits. You can't beat that. I got three pairs of pj's for Josiah for $1.50. that's cheap. I wish I could find men's clothing for that cheap! Eugene needs a new wardrobe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a ton of fun looking through all the cute little boy summer outfits, I am so excited to dress this boy as he grows. We also went to Target where I found the perfect outfit for Josiah. Eugene and I saw it last time we went, but at the time we didn't have $10 to spend on one outfit. God worked out some things though, because Yesterday I found it on the clearance rack, and it was the only one left, and it just happened to be the size I needed for Josiah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad part about buying all these new clothes was the fact that we don't have a dryer, so I washed all the new clothes and it just added extra clothes to hang around. Actually, we were gone all weekend, so today I had 4 loads of laundry, I hung one and the other three we took to a laundry mat to dry... only problem is that we walked in as it was closing, we put 2 quarters in 3 machines and&amp;nbsp; had to go when they were done, so nothing got dry. yah... our house is completely covered with clothes hanging around to dry!! I really hope we can figure out what is going on with our dryer. It's nice to save money BUT it takes a lot longer to do laundry, and longer to dry it, plus we have to dodge clothes hanging in door ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-575250874201908566?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/575250874201908566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=575250874201908566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/575250874201908566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/575250874201908566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/02/growing-babies.html' title='growing babies'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-6034823620113847463</id><published>2011-02-04T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:18:10.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH</title><content type='html'>Sunday I spent a few hours on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor, Monday my left knee was swollen and stiff. It's hard and it hurts! It's kept me up at night and made it impossible to do more than the necessary things. Even the important things like walking to change a diaper, or hanging the laundry or cooking supper are painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly sure what to do, My other knee has acted like this after runs if I don't stretch it good enough, but never this bad. I'm actually considering seeing a doctor, I know it's what I should do, but I hate spending the money we don't have... especially because no matter what they say it will probably cost more money, like Physical therapy or surgery...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should go to &lt;a href="http://www.alliedhealthinstitute.edu/online_training_courses/medical_assistant/"&gt;Medical assistant school&lt;/a&gt; and see if I can learn anything. Only problem is i can't walk around. he he. oh well, it will get better soon. and when it is then I can finish unpacking the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-6034823620113847463?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/6034823620113847463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=6034823620113847463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6034823620113847463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/6034823620113847463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/02/ouch.html' title='OUCH'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-5387285505499195989</id><published>2011-02-02T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:30:54.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Previous tenants</title><content type='html'>I'd like to personally thank you for the pain in my knee, along with the swelling. Have you ever heard of the word "cleaning"? specifically when it comes to the floors? I have spent seven hours scrubbing the floors in a 5 step process that involved a mixture of &lt;a href="http://www.greenchemdirect.com/"&gt;green cleaning products&lt;/a&gt; and some good old fashioned chemicals. I spent entirely too much time on my hands and knees scrubbing your funk off the floors in an attempt to not have to wear shoes or slippers in the house. Seriously people, whatever method you used to try to clean the floors- it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;a very sore, tired, clean person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-5387285505499195989?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/5387285505499195989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=5387285505499195989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5387285505499195989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/5387285505499195989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-previous-tenants.html' title='Dear Previous tenants'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9572690.post-686821104426041671</id><published>2011-01-28T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:48:09.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart phone or stupid phone?</title><content type='html'>I'm guessing a regular phone must be called a stupid phone, since it's not a "smart" one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never fails with my husband, when we're about 6 months away from being eligible for upgrades he starts talking about the newest, coolest phone. He researches and searches and researches, he asks around, he looks up reviews. Of course he's been all about the iphone, but I've also caught him looking at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/:%20%09http://www.thesource.ca/estore/Product.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=smart-phones&amp;amp;product=1716060"&gt;htc desire reviews&lt;/a&gt;, and other droids.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have the same discussion, I don't really see the point in a smart phone. Not because I don't think it would be awesome to have one, but because I don't see the point in paying $30 a month on top of the service we already pay. seems a little stupid to me, I mean we pay for internet at home, and we pay for a cell phone bill, why pay a bill so your cell phone can have internet?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to be able to get away from technology, when we go on vacation (especially camping) I shut my phone off completely and leave it in the car, checking it once a day, to make sure no one has tried to call me with an emergency.&amp;nbsp; There's just something nice about Not being stuck to an electronic device...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9572690-686821104426041671?l=mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/feeds/686821104426041671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9572690&amp;postID=686821104426041671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/686821104426041671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9572690/posts/default/686821104426041671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mccurdygirl29.blogspot.com/2011/01/smart-phone-or-stupid-phone.html' title='Smart phone or stupid phone?'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04639303530610684128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LKIPEQmrb0g/R2kwNMssC5I/AAAAAAAAATw/DE36IpgsKHU/S220/jes+hair.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
