<?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-19896183</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:54:08.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ware in the World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-696286795715758774</id><published>2010-03-10T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:05:35.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/S5gzmullNQI/AAAAAAAAA1A/CHU9pQZZdIk/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/S5gzmullNQI/AAAAAAAAA1A/CHU9pQZZdIk/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447160489738319106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/S5gzmEOKYJI/AAAAAAAAA04/SYeOywq7yFQ/s1600-h/IMG_2216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/S5gzmEOKYJI/AAAAAAAAA04/SYeOywq7yFQ/s320/IMG_2216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447160478365802642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/S5gzlcmhVmI/AAAAAAAAA0w/vDjBkuNlMGg/s1600-h/IMG_2214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/S5gzlcmhVmI/AAAAAAAAA0w/vDjBkuNlMGg/s320/IMG_2214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447160467730552418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/S5gzlAGsGDI/AAAAAAAAA0o/HNGUnf4rZoE/s1600-h/IMG_3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/S5gzlAGsGDI/AAAAAAAAA0o/HNGUnf4rZoE/s320/IMG_3492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447160460080846898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/S5gzkcAhi5I/AAAAAAAAA0g/DVjLvM2zZHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/S5gzkcAhi5I/AAAAAAAAA0g/DVjLvM2zZHQ/s320/IMG_0372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447160450391313298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So........&lt;div&gt;1.  I'm pregnant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  We bought a house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Blake is two and her favorite song is Boom Boom Pow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  My belly button is already sticking out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I am due July 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  We don't live with my parents anymore but I am about to eat dinner at their house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  We do not have a computer at our house therefore no internet therefore no blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  One of my students asked me if I was gaining weight since being pregnant...really?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  We found out last Monday March 1st that we are having a BOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  Blake is experiencing a lot of time-out lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  Ryan and I found a totally legit recipe for German pancakes (like they make at Ol South).  The recipe says it makes four servings and I have succesfully killed two of these all by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  It may not sound like it from #11 but I am gaining less weight with this pregnancy so far but I feel HUGE.  My belly is sticking out way further with baby dos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  I have at least one student everyday ask if I have chosen a name...No, I haven't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.  I have been working out most of this pregnancy but today may have been my last time since I spent 45 minutes there and peed 3 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  We went on a ski trip at Christmas...it was heaven and I think about it at least once a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.  Our house is smaller than the one in Fort Worth but I love it much more.  We are about to have a garage sale because all of our stuff won't fit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.  Blake has had killer allergies this winter...I am ready for spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.  Spring break is next week and I have NO plans...maybe go to Fort Worth?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.  We killed 7 mice about a month after we moved in to our house.  Ryan bought the sticky traps and I thought that was mean but apparently the mice thought it was funny because they crapped on them.  We had to buy the snap and kill mouse traps next...got em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.  Ryan got me a flip video camera for valentines day so as soon as we get internet I will be able to post some videos---yippee!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21.  I am now wondering since I have written this many things if anyone still reads my blog...if you do, leave a comment so I know I am not just writing to whoever keeps leaving anonymous comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22.  We have really enjoyed being in Abilene.   Things are much slower and easier to maintain. We miss our friends in Fort Worth but not the traffic!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-696286795715758774?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/696286795715758774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=696286795715758774' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/696286795715758774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/696286795715758774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2010/03/r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s.html' title='R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/S5gzmullNQI/AAAAAAAAA1A/CHU9pQZZdIk/s72-c/IMG_0329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-7739715794747537890</id><published>2009-11-11T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:13:04.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still on the hunt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtSkL4igtI/AAAAAAAAA0I/KTPLkcK9rJI/s1600-h/IMG_3335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtSkL4igtI/AAAAAAAAA0I/KTPLkcK9rJI/s320/IMG_3335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403002959579742930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for a house, we're coming up on three months.  The last "perfect" house I posted about turned out to be not so perfect.  When we went and looked at it a second time we realized that the neighborhood was not so great.  I would rather have the worst house on the best street than the other way around.  I can fix my house, I can't fix the neighbors!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My students are k-i-l-l-i-n-g me right now.  Today I had to explain to one of my little angels that algae is not a predator (this is 8th grade).  Really?  Watch out for the attack algae!!!!!  It makes me  wonder why I even bother to show up to work sometimes....good luck on the TAKS kiddo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake has been cracking us up lately.  She has started talking more and more and saying some pretty funny things.  It's pretty amazing to me that I can't think of ANY right now.  So just trust me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake has also been throwing some pretty righteous fits too.  She does this great dancing move and stomps her feet and screams really loud.  Good try, my little friend, but that's not going to get you another candy corn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's about it for now.  My brain is not 100% functional.  I just ran for 8 minutes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-7739715794747537890?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/7739715794747537890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=7739715794747537890' title='92 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7739715794747537890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7739715794747537890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-on-hunt.html' title='Still on the hunt...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtSkL4igtI/AAAAAAAAA0I/KTPLkcK9rJI/s72-c/IMG_3335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>92</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5232985351200917419</id><published>2009-10-24T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:38:13.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday at school, Ryan sent me an email from our realtor. She had a house to show us that wasn't on the market yet but she knew we would love it. The price was just over our maximum we are willing to pay. My response: No. We will love it and we can't afford it. I don't want to look at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to look at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it. It's ridiculous. I knew we shouldn't have gone to look at it. I knew nothing about the house. I just knew it was out of our price range and I knew I would love it. It's a little cottage straight out of a magazine. I love it mostly because the lady who lives their is an excellent decorator. I try to remind myself of that every time I think of it. Would it have been as cute if she didn't live there??? I don't know. What I do know is the house devil is tempting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What sucks about this? The house isn't really that expensive. It's definitely on the low end when it comes to houses. But when we left Fort Worth we took a pretty big pay cut. This house is about the same price as our house in Fort Worth. But we don't make as much money as we did in Fort Worth. We are trying to simplify. Simplify, Meredith, simplify. I will continue to chant this over and over every time I remember the picture perfect cottage. It probably won't work. We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SuOcv5QNQII/AAAAAAAAAzY/DrE_XDxdlP8/s1600-h/IMG_2110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SuOcv5QNQII/AAAAAAAAAzY/DrE_XDxdlP8/s320/IMG_2110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396329125156569218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blake putting in Mimi's earplugs.  Those can't get stuck can they?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SuOcvjRVnQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/SLRiBhOujbs/s1600-h/IMG_2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SuOcvjRVnQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/SLRiBhOujbs/s320/IMG_2112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396329119255731458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;B's halloween costume.  I should probably wait until Halloween to post this but after this day, it was really hard to get her to wear the hat.  So, here she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SuOdfFZOVgI/AAAAAAAAAzg/34QBmMbmwq4/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396329935869466114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wearing Mimi's glasses.  Blake really needs more friends her age.  No offense Mimi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5232985351200917419?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5232985351200917419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5232985351200917419' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5232985351200917419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5232985351200917419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/10/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting....'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SuOcv5QNQII/AAAAAAAAAzY/DrE_XDxdlP8/s72-c/IMG_2110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1135852141412109585</id><published>2009-10-19T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:28:52.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off...</title><content type='html'>I took a day off from school today...mental health day. When I called in for a sub, I chose "personal business." I didn't feel good about choosing "personal sickness" because I'm not sick, just sick of school...Ha! (I hope my principal isn't reading this.)&lt;div&gt;Well, I finally made a freaking header for my blog. It took me two hours. I think I found my new hobby. Yeah right. I know that I shouldn't design blogs like my bff Shauna for many reasons. But I think if I went to blog design 101 they would tell you to pick your background and then make a header to match it. I did it the other way around. It took F-O-R-E-V-E-R to find a background to match. When you are cheap and want to get it all for free, it doesn't end up perfect but this was my first go at it. I think I may get better....or I may have this blog design for 20 more years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah... but really Meredith, where the heck have you been?? Well, thanks for asking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We packed up all of our belongings, Blake, two dogs and a cat and moved to Abilene! We really love it so far and everything with our move has gone amazingly smoothe. I got a job teaching 8th grade at the beginning of June and had to be in Abilene by August 13th. We moved our stuff on August 9th and we closed on our house on August 12th. Ryan went back to Fort Worth to finish up with his job and then he moved somewhere around the 16th or 17th. Then after a little searching, Ryan found a job too. The last piece of the puzzle is not happening as quickly as the others......we have not found a house yet and we are still living with my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is totally awesome, don't get me wrong. My dad cooks every night and there is a cleaning lady who comes every other week AND we have live in babysitters! Amazing!!! It has been like a vacation. We have been looking at houses and haven't quite found the right place yet. But we will...someday. Because, we can't live with my parents forever...or can we? More news to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF you are reading this, thanks for not giving up on me! Here are some pics of the last few months.   We've tried to change a few things about our life since moving to Abilene.(ps-if you think my blog is ugly, don't tell me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/StzJyuWqLZI/AAAAAAAAAzA/P6Em-Pe1GvI/s1600-h/IMG_2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/StzJyuWqLZI/AAAAAAAAAzA/P6Em-Pe1GvI/s320/IMG_2063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394408326956723602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blake with her nanny.  We've really started watching the kinds of food we give Blake.  Here she is enjoying some brownie mix for supper.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/StzJyJ1eZTI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Q6D3JLZ7AKA/s1600-h/IMG_2076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/StzJyJ1eZTI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Q6D3JLZ7AKA/s320/IMG_2076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394408317153862962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day Blake told us she was going to run away.  We just wanted her to be prepared.  P.S.  Her shirt says Dear Jesus, please holla back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/StzJxrcmmUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/h2ufxNaXHZY/s1600-h/IMG_2023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/StzJxrcmmUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/h2ufxNaXHZY/s320/IMG_2023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394408308996479298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since moving to Abilene, I have tried to avoid the there-are-no-cute-stores-here-so-you-can't-possibly-dress-cute-all-the-time stereotype.  Heather looks good too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/StzJwzm0K3I/AAAAAAAAAyo/py1LON72n9M/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/StzJwzm0K3I/AAAAAAAAAyo/py1LON72n9M/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394408294006926194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blake has made a lot of new friends since moving to Abilene, here she is with one of them...so cute.  And I don't want to hear any comments about the pacifier in her mouth...it had been a long day, I think.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/StzJwkw33CI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nsDbtfJjPZY/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/StzJwkw33CI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nsDbtfJjPZY/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394408290022579234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally, our cleaning lady at work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-1135852141412109585?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1135852141412109585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1135852141412109585' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1135852141412109585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1135852141412109585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-off.html' title='Day Off...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/StzJyuWqLZI/AAAAAAAAAzA/P6Em-Pe1GvI/s72-c/IMG_2063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5514781221180023011</id><published>2009-10-11T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:01:22.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to make a come back...</title><content type='html'>I really, really want to start blogging again...and I will.  But first a new look is a must!  I have played with about 50 backgrounds, not set on this one either but I can't make the header smaller.  I love what Shauna did with my blog the first time but I don't think I can afford her anymore!! :)  I love you Shauna!!  So, I need a new look.  What do I do?  Does everyone pay someone to make their blog cute or do you all know how to do it now?  ideas, please!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5514781221180023011?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5514781221180023011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5514781221180023011' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5514781221180023011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5514781221180023011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/10/trying-to-make-come-back.html' title='trying to make a come back...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1489071351422461023</id><published>2009-06-12T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:49:11.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summa summa summa TIME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have been successful at doing a whole lot of nothing our first week of summer. But here are some of the things we have done so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hErE is WHAT I am LoVInG about SuMMERtIme.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Playing everyday all day with my favorite kid in the world. To all of you stay at home mommys: how do you ever get anything done? Naps? Okay, I guess I should stop napping everytime Blake does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346494178574779986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SjKQIOOkxlI/AAAAAAAAAxY/XA0bHWY8UaY/s320/summer+time+and+swim+suit+pic+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating...a lot of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346494195799171074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SjKQJOZMIAI/AAAAAAAAAxw/pFElIhtIUsQ/s320/summer+time+and+swim+suit+pic+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Working out again. I took some pics in my swimsuit (no, I am not putting them on here) so that I would be able to track my progress this summer.  Eating 24-7 is not helping this cause much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Being outside. Blake has been playing in the water A LOT. Maybe we should get out more and  go to the pool??  I think she is trying to tell me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497180020551074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SjKS27fAraI/AAAAAAAAAyI/xYQDsRPRYVY/s320/summer+time+and+swim+suit+pic+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watching Blake come up with creative, and sometimes a little gross, ways to play on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346494182108191250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SjKQIbZAWhI/AAAAAAAAAxg/-p1Y9Cow_j0/s320/summer+time+and+swim+suit+pic+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yes, that's an empty can of cat food.  And notice that this is two different days doing the same activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Taking baths in the middle of the day because we have played so hard and we are DIRTY! I have a little tomboy on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346494186656088018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SjKQIsVTv9I/AAAAAAAAAxo/0tcA69HLWsI/s320/summer+time+and+swim+suit+pic+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;7. Letting Blake and Daddy spend time with GiGi and Grandpa so I can go to&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;VEGAS &lt;/span&gt;with my mom and sister! (I don't have any pics yet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497521239878866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SjKTKyoCbNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/v90o-pZ3Z2Y/s320/summer+time+and+swim+suit+pic+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ThINgs i Am NOT LoVinG so MUch.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1.  All the stinkin' mosquitos in our backyard!!!  We bathe in off everyday before we step foot outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497170572642450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SjKS2YSdCJI/AAAAAAAAAx4/7aZeggmxW2I/s320/summer+time+and+swim+suit+pic+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2.  Since we are trying to sell the house we have decided it probably needs to be clean... I HATE trying to keep the house spotless with a kid running around behind me pulling out everything I just put up!  I am doing a really good job though, as you can see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346497173093564818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SjKS2hrfQZI/AAAAAAAAAyA/-rH2iHouSa4/s320/summer+time+and+swim+suit+pic+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NOT!!!  This is ridiculous!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And to all who are wondering, yes we are planning on moving.  I don't want to go into details because... well, I just don't want to yet.  More info to come!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-1489071351422461023?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1489071351422461023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1489071351422461023' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1489071351422461023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1489071351422461023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/06/summa-summa-summa-time.html' title='Summa summa summa TIME!!!'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SjKQIOOkxlI/AAAAAAAAAxY/XA0bHWY8UaY/s72-c/summer+time+and+swim+suit+pic+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1955420391815965454</id><published>2009-05-26T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:07:46.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here you go Joni...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for anyone else who still checks.......&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Shych2tuXqI/AAAAAAAAAwg/VOjq5gX-jCI/s1600-h/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340315363591478946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Shych2tuXqI/AAAAAAAAAwg/VOjq5gX-jCI/s320/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blake takin' the mic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340317099221770978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/ShyeG4cO4uI/AAAAAAAAAwo/t0FGrG09yr8/s320/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love this one because you can see her face through Darth Vader's (sp?) eye hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Shychm7hm2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/y6ETm8stQ-w/s1600-h/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340315359354395490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Shychm7hm2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/y6ETm8stQ-w/s320/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340317120087347746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/ShyeIGK-UiI/AAAAAAAAAxI/oQ8IjiNiM50/s320/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Blake with uncle Barry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340317111251527778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/ShyeHlQWaGI/AAAAAAAAAw4/psXw-LIazLY/s320/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She didn't love the mac and cheese as much as she loved using her own fork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/ShychQ0S8vI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/_57xvKcz6fU/s1600-h/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340315353418494706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/ShychQ0S8vI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/_57xvKcz6fU/s320/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Computer hog...this is why I can't get on to blog anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340317118343770466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/ShyeH_rRcWI/AAAAAAAAAxA/WxFHm08HfSY/s320/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;B got a huge misquito bite on her ear and it swelled up.  I didn't think it would ever look the same again...but it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/ShychM4dYzI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ouba8DkkPoQ/s1600-h/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340315352362214194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/ShychM4dYzI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ouba8DkkPoQ/s320/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340317103910123426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/ShyeHJ6Bd6I/AAAAAAAAAww/KLJ1Q2Qn9Ng/s320/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Playing in the sprinkler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Shycgj87ltI/AAAAAAAAAwA/URbWlFt8P4k/s1600-h/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340315341375117010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Shycgj87ltI/AAAAAAAAAwA/URbWlFt8P4k/s320/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea!!! mommy stopped being lazy and finally posted about me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-1955420391815965454?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1955420391815965454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1955420391815965454' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1955420391815965454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1955420391815965454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-you-go-joni.html' title='Here you go Joni...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Shych2tuXqI/AAAAAAAAAwg/VOjq5gX-jCI/s72-c/Aquarium,Edmond,Easter,+Switzer+193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-9205478582965147239</id><published>2009-04-26T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:45:05.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Sabbatical</title><content type='html'>By definition a sabbatical is a rest from work.  I have not been doing that AT ALL.  But I haven't been blogging...obviously.  We are trying to get some stuff figured out in our lives and I thought taking a break from the blogging world would help but it really hasn't.  So I'm back.  And since it has been so long here is a list of  things that have gone in my life during my "sabbatical".  I hope this isn't boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My parents took Blake to Abilene for a long weekend so Ryan and I went to Dallas for a mini vacation.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I tried bubble tea for the first time...amazing.&lt;br /&gt;3.  We went to IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Worked in the yard...picking up leaves.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Mom got Blake a sand box and we filled it with sand and she plays in it all the time!  It was a great purchase.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Made a list of things that need to be done around the house.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Cried because they stopped publishing Cottage Living.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Tried to join Facebook three times and it wouldn't let me...guess I'm not cool enough.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Caught Blake playing croquette (sp?) in the backyard with the spatula from the grill and a dog turd.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Started my spring break by going to Edmond to visit Ryan's family.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Went to Abilene during my spring break to hang with mom, dad, Heather, Laine, Bowen, Robin, Linda and Reegan.  It was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Audrey came to visit me at the end of my spring break because she is moving to London...ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Shauna and her fam came over while Audrey was in town for a cookout.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Picked up some more leaves...&lt;br /&gt;15.  I went back to school...it's a hard thing to do after a week off!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;16.  Took Blake to the Dallas World Aquarium&lt;br /&gt;17.  Played outside...A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;18.  Spilled an entire cup of coffee on my pants in the parking lot of my school one morning&lt;br /&gt;19.  Ryan showed up at my school to bring me my pants but forgot my pants at home...&lt;br /&gt;20.  Wore sweat pants and a t-shirt that I found at school to teach the entire day...my underwear smelled like coffee&lt;br /&gt;21.  Went back to Abilene for Easter:  we decorated eggs, hunted egss and played! &lt;br /&gt;22.  Finally got on Facebook...who wants to be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;23.  Started reading several books that I still haven't finished including:  Gang Leader for a Day and The Shack...&lt;br /&gt;24.  We've been to Central Market to listen to music several times...one of my favorite things to do when the weather is nice&lt;br /&gt;25.  Got a bone density scan and it said I have a low bone density...Calcium supplements anyone??&lt;br /&gt;26.  Had a fun night out with the girls for Tara's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;27.  Started using one of those gradual self tanners because I am W-H-I-T-E!  I can't decide if I like it yet.&lt;br /&gt;28.  Realized that I am a different size than I was last summer so none of my shorts fit...I hate buying shorts.&lt;br /&gt;29.  Getting ready for TAKS...it's this Thursday.  Please pray that all my kids will pass and in order for that to happen, pray that the test is easier than last year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;30.  Heard the song "It won't be like this for long" on my way to school one morning and cried through the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;31.  Been loving the age that Blake is right now...she is hilarious!!  I love her more every single day!!&lt;br /&gt;32.  Gaining a deeper understanding of God's love as I watch my baby grow!&lt;br /&gt;33.  Picked up more leaves...have I ever mentioned that we have 36 trees in our backyard????&lt;br /&gt;34.  Got two...that's right two...tickets from those dang cameras for running red lights.&lt;br /&gt;35.  Working on what our future holds in terms of jobs, our house and where we want Blake to grow up&lt;br /&gt;36.  Started playing tennis again&lt;br /&gt;37.  Had a crick in my neck for a week...maybe it's because I have old woman bones&lt;br /&gt;38.  We've gone to the dog park a few times since the weather has been great!&lt;br /&gt;39.  Ryan and I have a new "deal," if you leave something in the living room and don't put it up you have to clean one room of the house chosen by the other person. &lt;br /&gt;40.  I have been counting down the days until summer since spring break&lt;br /&gt;41.  We went to the Main Street Arts Festival&lt;br /&gt;42.  We ate at the Love Shack in the Stockyards...best hot dog ever!&lt;br /&gt;43.  Ryan brought me flowers and a four pack of Virgil's rootbeer(the best ever) on a random day...he's the best!&lt;br /&gt;44.  We have a plague of disgustingly huge june bugs on our porch...the other day I needed to mail something and found about 700 in our mailbox....yuck!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;45.  Have been spending way too much time watching American Idol and Biggest Loser...&lt;br /&gt;46.  I have cooked several new recipes lately&lt;br /&gt;47.  Since officially starting my facebook page yesterday (meaning I looked for friends etc) I have checked it about 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;48.  I have been writing this post for almost an hour and I am struggling to think of two more things to make it an even 50&lt;br /&gt;49.  Decided to go on a trip to Vegas with my mom and sister right after school is out&lt;br /&gt;50.  I missed blogging and checking other people's blogs...but I'm back now so please don't be mad anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this was just a list and there are no pics...one thing at a time people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-9205478582965147239?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/9205478582965147239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=9205478582965147239' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/9205478582965147239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/9205478582965147239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-sabbatical.html' title='Blogging Sabbatical'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-7239149539879639491</id><published>2009-03-02T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:06:14.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>si-ick</title><content type='html'>Tonight Ryan and I went to play tennis at some courts near our house. We let Blake wander around and play (i.e. dodge the balls we were hitting to each other). After a few minutes I look over and she is chewing on something..."Blake, what's in your mouth?"  She opens it and chewed up gum falls out.  siiiiiiiiiiiiiick!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308761185192708450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SayCK8DLCWI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Z1SmVvAKNPg/s320/2-18-09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-7239149539879639491?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/7239149539879639491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=7239149539879639491' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7239149539879639491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7239149539879639491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-ick.html' title='si-ick'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SayCK8DLCWI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Z1SmVvAKNPg/s72-c/2-18-09+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-7287968228539699462</id><published>2009-02-19T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:15:45.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mom of the Day</title><content type='html'>First of all, I am a blogging maniac.  This is my second post within 24 hours.  Lookout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am playing stay at home mommy.  I love to skip work for this!  We started off the day with homemade french toast and then played while Mickey Mouse Clubhouse was on (I am in the habit of turning on cartoons in the morning.  She does not watch them AT ALL.  She loves the songs just not the cartoon.  But secretly I love them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got dressed and headed off to Target.  I need a black shelf to put on the wall in Blake's room.  Right when I got the cart she started moving her legs around like a martial artist so that I couldn't get them in the leg holes on the kid seat.  So, I put her in the basket part.  I do this all the time.  She sits in there and looks around and sometimes stands but I go very slow.  Yeah, I know.  I am breaking the rules on the flippy down seat thing.  It definitely has an X through a picture of a kid standing in the basket.  AND NOW WE KNOW WHY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the book section looking at some books for Ryan and she stood up.  The next thing I know she is reaching for something, puts her foot up on the side of the basket (she is climbing on everything lately) and FLIPS OUT OF THE BASKET!!!!!  I had enough time to grab the back of her sweatshirt to break the fall a little but she flipped completely over and landed on her back.  Somehow, she did not hit her head.  I freaked!  I picked her up and then immediately looked around to see who saw!  Luckily, no one.  I felt bad enough, I did not need anyone around to see what happended and freak out with me.  She cried for about 30 seconds really hard until I found the pacifier in my bag and she stopped.  I checked for bumps and bruises and amazingly there were none.  I was sweating profusely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up leaving without a shelf but managed to find several "I'm sorry I put you in the basket and let you flip out on your back" purchases including:   some sidewalk chalk, bubbles, a new stroller for her baby (the last one broke because she sat in it all the time) and some easter eggs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-7287968228539699462?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/7287968228539699462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=7287968228539699462' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7287968228539699462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7287968228539699462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-mom-of-day.html' title='Bad Mom of the Day'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-3754191514787093749</id><published>2009-02-18T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:58:50.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas...Here we Come!</title><content type='html'>Mimi, did you teach Blake a new trick on Monday?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304352434366022674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SZzYb3XdhBI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/y8GdeWRV_Nk/s320/2-18-09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304352438379523794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SZzYcGUWrtI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Meno7hXIgd0/s320/2-18-09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304352441920585442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SZzYcTgm_uI/AAAAAAAAAvg/c4bidGgjjBM/s320/2-18-09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake's rash...the rest of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake's fever finally subsided and her rash disappeared.  I have no idea what was wrong because I didn't take her to the doctor.  By Monday she back to her old self!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-3754191514787093749?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/3754191514787093749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=3754191514787093749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3754191514787093749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3754191514787093749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/02/vegashere-we-come.html' title='Vegas...Here we Come!'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SZzYb3XdhBI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/y8GdeWRV_Nk/s72-c/2-18-09+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-4106576677233091679</id><published>2009-02-11T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:32:52.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crate Training</title><content type='html'>We have been trying to crate train Stella. We tried with Lola too. We did really well... she slept at the foot of our bed for almost two years. We decided that we could not go through that again. So Stella has finally learned to sleep in the crate at night. She wakes up at the crack of dawn to pee but no more whining during the middle of the night. If you have ever had a puppy, or should I say a spoiled puppy, then you know it is very similar to having a baby. They wake up in the middle of the night and cry and whine and they need to go to the bathroom a lot and the pee on things and you have to clean it up...just like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crate training worked so well with Stella, we thought we would try it with Blake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is going to bed...night night Blake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301747111593799490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SZOW6HuAb0I/AAAAAAAAAvI/FSwbyNpunSs/s320/2-6-09+Crate+training+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It only took her a few nights to not get freaked out when we shut the door.  We even gave her a blanket to sleep on.  When she starts to get scared we just talk to her through the door and give her a treat every now and then.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301747107938197970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SZOW56GcYdI/AAAAAAAAAvA/duXbxUJLIdU/s320/2-6-09+Crate+training+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aaahhhh...nice and rested.  As soon as she starts whining we hop out of bed and let her out to pee.  Works like a charm.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301747099138654914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SZOW5ZUeAsI/AAAAAAAAAu4/-YT02ZAMYHw/s320/2-6-09+Crate+training+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-4106576677233091679?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/4106576677233091679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=4106576677233091679' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4106576677233091679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4106576677233091679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/02/crate-training.html' title='Crate Training'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SZOW6HuAb0I/AAAAAAAAAvI/FSwbyNpunSs/s72-c/2-6-09+Crate+training+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-4376444189742773634</id><published>2009-02-08T12:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:16:05.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all mom doctors...</title><content type='html'>Blake's sick. It's Sunday. So I don't have many options. I could go to Care Now (yuck) but I would rather not. So, I need your help. Here are the symptoms: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fever last night and the night before but not really during the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did not sleep well...at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She still has an appetite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems to be feeling ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rash all over her tummy, under her arms, around her armpits and on her back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300522257255398466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SY886NvCfEI/AAAAAAAAAug/rCJMJcWQ2ko/s320/2-6-09+Crate+training+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she has been making this face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300522265024848434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SY886qra4jI/AAAAAAAAAuw/tHSZquRsPHg/s320/2-6-09+Crate+training+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A LOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-4376444189742773634?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/4376444189742773634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=4376444189742773634' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4376444189742773634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4376444189742773634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/02/calling-all-mom-doctors.html' title='Calling all mom doctors...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SY886NvCfEI/AAAAAAAAAug/rCJMJcWQ2ko/s72-c/2-6-09+Crate+training+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5763453145713661326</id><published>2009-02-02T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:32:35.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Addition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it's not a baby. Well, actually it is a baby but not a human baby. This is Stella Penelope Ware (Penelope is not her official middle name but it just came to me and I thought it flowed nicely) aka "Stelly". We decided that Lola needed a friend since we play with Blake more than her these days. Stella and Lola are bff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298392899945187506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SYesRTmvSLI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/B3DVxpLlwW0/s320/OKC+B-day,+Stella,+Funny+faces+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298392896952107314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SYesRIdIgTI/AAAAAAAAAuI/EKCk9of60-Y/s320/OKC+B-day,+Stella,+Funny+faces+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298392893616321682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SYesQ8B0dJI/AAAAAAAAAuA/5vBSsu68fig/s320/OKC+B-day,+Stella,+Funny+faces+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5763453145713661326?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5763453145713661326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5763453145713661326' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5763453145713661326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5763453145713661326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-new-addition.html' title='Our New Addition...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SYesRTmvSLI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/B3DVxpLlwW0/s72-c/OKC+B-day,+Stella,+Funny+faces+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1652988908316781999</id><published>2009-01-26T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:24:15.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295806436563589826" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SX59XYYgzMI/AAAAAAAAAtw/7fFwgQPAKaA/s320/OKC+B-day,+Stella,+Funny+faces+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-1652988908316781999?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1652988908316781999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1652988908316781999' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1652988908316781999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1652988908316781999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-words.html' title='No words...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SX575UqZmsI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Pm_4hUMu9Us/s72-c/OKC+B-day,+Stella,+Funny+faces+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-863146240274805093</id><published>2009-01-11T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:54:46.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blake's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrAvOzLknI/AAAAAAAAArs/pPvL6NCGaN0/s1600-h/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290252629959217778" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrAvOzLknI/AAAAAAAAArs/pPvL6NCGaN0/s320/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, sorry I didn't do this yesterday, Joni. And, sorry I didn't get a video. I tried. I have three of Blake standing in front of me trying to get the camera and me saying "Can you say Daddy? Can you say dog? Can you say peekaboo?" No, apparently she couldn't. Sorry, friend, this is all I've got.  I also tried to record her saying "Thanks, AJ, for my sweet shirt.  I love it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrAtmWjJ-I/AAAAAAAAArU/U1kbFCJRZnU/s1600-h/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290252601921841122" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrAtmWjJ-I/AAAAAAAAArU/U1kbFCJRZnU/s320/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some other things in life that I am slacking on...it's not just my blog!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I just unpacked my bag from our trip to Edmond. (We got back last Thursday, as in not this past one, the one before that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Our Christmas tree is still up. All the decorations are off, thanks to my mom, but it is still standing in front of our window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Two trees in our front yard still have Christmas lights on them... from last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I was supposed to clean the house today but our bathroom and bedroom were so gross that I didn't have time for anything else after Blake woke up from her 2 HOUR NAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ryan and I are "training" for a 10k. I ran twice... the week before last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I have two finches for class pets. They came home with me over the break. I was running late every morning last week so I didn't take them to school with me. If I had, I probably would have noticed that they were out of food...Saturday I wondered why they weren't chirping.  It's because they died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAKE'S FIRST BIRTHDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to only have a family party for Blake's first birthday. And in hindsight, this was a genius idea. Read on to find out why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her birthday (the 23rd) we were still at home and had lots of errands to run because we were leaving that night to head to A-town for the rest of the week. She did not feel good and had to get in and out of the car A LOT but we did get to turn her carseat around. Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrAuKNwMqI/AAAAAAAAArc/3qQJfw2MiPA/s1600-h/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290252611548623522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrAuKNwMqI/AAAAAAAAArc/3qQJfw2MiPA/s320/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was probably the best part of her day. In fact, at one point I thought "I bet your birthday last year was better than this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Blake's party on Christmas Eve when the rest of my family came in town. She was still sick and desperately needed a nap. This face pretty much sums up how she felt about the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrAu3MZhLI/AAAAAAAAArk/cC4EDFXGhxU/s1600-h/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290252623622538418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrAu3MZhLI/AAAAAAAAArk/cC4EDFXGhxU/s320/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we still tried to party on anyway. We sang, she blew out her own candle and we practically force fed her a cupcake to try to get the cute cupcake and icing all over your face picture. It didn't really work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrAvQdtfgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/t3L40hZ3F_A/s1600-h/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290252630406036994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrAvQdtfgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/t3L40hZ3F_A/s320/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did manage to open a few presents before nap time. And of course, loved the boxes just as much as the gifts themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrEvNlAkMI/AAAAAAAAAsM/wFRZVzJaxDk/s1600-h/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290257027677851842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrEvNlAkMI/AAAAAAAAAsM/wFRZVzJaxDk/s320/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Any guesses what this was? Great wrapping, Paco!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrEuj2DSyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/_TuUwHZZFOk/s1600-h/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290257016475044642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrEuj2DSyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/_TuUwHZZFOk/s320/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrEvNlAkMI/AAAAAAAAAsM/wFRZVzJaxDk/s1600-h/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few doses of some benadryl and some tylenol, we did finally get her to eat some icing at the end of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrEu7tPefI/AAAAAAAAAsE/1tuyPlCUP2A/s1600-h/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290257022880545266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrEu7tPefI/AAAAAAAAAsE/1tuyPlCUP2A/s320/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy first Birthday, Blakester! I love you with all of my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-863146240274805093?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/863146240274805093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=863146240274805093' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/863146240274805093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/863146240274805093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2009/01/blakes-1st-birthday.html' title='Blake&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SWrAvOzLknI/AAAAAAAAArs/pPvL6NCGaN0/s72-c/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1811509204579104176</id><published>2008-12-28T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:29:46.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Attention Passengers...</title><content type='html'>there will be a 24 hour layover on our journey. Sorry for the inconvenience. Might I suggest unloading all of the Christmas presents, checking out the after-Christmas sales for an hour or two, trying to do all of your laundry, exchange a few presents for different sizes or colors, wash and clean out your car, and re-pack all of your things to pass the time before we continue on our trip? Thank you for traveling with Ware-Express."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SVfvbbe1etI/AAAAAAAAArM/eyStqskQLeY/s1600-h/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284955942255164114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SVfvbbe1etI/AAAAAAAAArM/eyStqskQLeY/s320/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-1811509204579104176?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1811509204579104176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1811509204579104176' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1811509204579104176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1811509204579104176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/12/attention-passengers.html' title='&quot;Attention Passengers...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SVfvbbe1etI/AAAAAAAAArM/eyStqskQLeY/s72-c/Blake%27s+B-day+and+Abilene+x-mas+08+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-4841507612154190727</id><published>2008-12-22T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:54:27.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On this day in History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(actually just last year...I happy enough to remember exactly what I was doing on this day last year, there is no way I remember for any other year.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Saturday December 22. I had just finished teaching my last classes the day before. (There were two other girls at school due after me and they both had their babies before me. I remember sitting at a faculty meeting on Thurs. the 20th and they announced that one of them had their baby the night before, everyone was like "yea that is so exciting", &lt;em&gt;said in your fakest excited voice, &lt;/em&gt;and I said "That sucks!")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and I had some Christmas shopping to do so we were out and about all day. I can't remember all of the details from that day but I do remember that evening we went to Target to shop for stocking stuffers. We set a limit of $20 and each picked a letter. The other person had to buy stuff for your stocking that started with the letter you chose. It was really fun! And required quite a bit of creativity. Being 10 months pregnant I had a major case of pregnancy brain: I shopped for about 10 minutes and had a few things that all started with the letter I wanted and not the letter Ryan wanted so I had to start over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went over to Pei Wei for some supper. I ordered Pei Wei spicy with chicken and fried rice. Did I mention that I was 10 maybe 11 months pregnant at this point?? So I was willing to try the spicy food mumbo jumbo. When our order came I piled on the spicy mustard. Ryan just stared at me with his eyes wide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed home and crashed on the couch for some tv movies, I wrote this &lt;a href="http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/12/bathroom-update.html"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt; at some point and I went to bed fairly early. Little did I know, I had a big day ahead!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Blake and I met Mary Catherine and Alex at the mall for some last minute shopping and lunch. Blake played at the mall playground and has almost mastered walking. She stayed with Paco this afternoon so I could run a few more errands and is now sleeping soundly. WHAT A DIFFERENCE A YEAR MAKES!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282735669502225186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SVAMGi73KyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/YYRDSVDKs2E/s320/Mom%27s+pics+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282735678882522098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SVAMHF4TI_I/AAAAAAAAArE/NrjsB0KI1gM/s320/Mom%27s+pics+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized last night at dinner that since this was a leap year Blake will be 366 days old tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-4841507612154190727?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/4841507612154190727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=4841507612154190727' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4841507612154190727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4841507612154190727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-this-day-in-history.html' title='On this day in History'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SVAMGi73KyI/AAAAAAAAAq8/YYRDSVDKs2E/s72-c/Mom%27s+pics+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5006415323680933842</id><published>2008-12-10T16:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:09:57.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics Like I Promised...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SUBnneGCZ6I/AAAAAAAAAqs/ExgyiOB2w2E/s1600-h/11monthsThanksgivingCar+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278332691069167522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SUBnneGCZ6I/AAAAAAAAAqs/ExgyiOB2w2E/s320/11monthsThanksgivingCar+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SUBnm6jAD0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/7GZLkih3_lY/s1600-h/11monthsThanksgivingCar+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278332681526972226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SUBnm6jAD0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/7GZLkih3_lY/s320/11monthsThanksgivingCar+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SUBnmjoLT4I/AAAAAAAAAqc/lw39coRBIPA/s1600-h/11monthsThanksgivingCar+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278332675374665602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SUBnmjoLT4I/AAAAAAAAAqc/lw39coRBIPA/s320/11monthsThanksgivingCar+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SUBnmOi9d3I/AAAAAAAAAqU/LTaSedQHPuA/s1600-h/11monthsThanksgivingCar+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278332669715642226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SUBnmOi9d3I/AAAAAAAAAqU/LTaSedQHPuA/s320/11monthsThanksgivingCar+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5006415323680933842?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5006415323680933842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5006415323680933842' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5006415323680933842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5006415323680933842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-pics-like-i-promised.html' title='New Pics Like I Promised...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SUBnneGCZ6I/AAAAAAAAAqs/ExgyiOB2w2E/s72-c/11monthsThanksgivingCar+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5952825573626409735</id><published>2008-12-09T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:11:32.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I just tried to log in and put in the wrong user name and the wrong password twice.  That's how long it has been.  I have not been posting for a number of reasons.  And I also haven't been reading other blogs either.  I get this weird guilt trip about not posting and I don't feel like I "deserve" to read other blogs when I don't update my own.  So I have been out of the blog world for about a month!!!  Lots of catching up to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many, many things to post about.  I think that is another reason I haven't blogged in awhile....too overwhelming!  I can't find the time to make one post, especially since I can't freaking log on at school anymore :(  So thinking about all the topics I need to update about makes my head spin.  I decided that I have enough going on in my world right now and bloggin should not be something to stress over.  So, I am going to play catch up.  Little by little.  Maybe several new posts at once.  If anyone is out there, try to keep up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics to hold you over until tomorrow (or maybe the next day!)  Son of a .... you have go to be kidding.  I just sat here for like 20 minutes waiting for these pics (and catching up on some blogs... it was totally legal because I wrote a post) and they didn't load!!!!  Ahhhhh!!!  I am giving up and trying again tomorrow!  Night, night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5952825573626409735?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5952825573626409735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5952825573626409735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5952825573626409735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5952825573626409735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-hiatus.html' title='My Hiatus'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-579988632292841932</id><published>2008-11-10T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:52:33.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop</title><content type='html'>Update on Blakester: (I know this is what most of you care about anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blake's first Halloween was a success. We went with Joni, Beau and Grant to Boo at the zoo on the 26th and then went trick-or-treating with the Williams' and Mimi and Paco on halloween. So Blake was able to sport the chicken outfit twice, and what a cute chicken she was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjuBTbZusI/AAAAAAAAApk/U6XUp576pqY/s1600-h/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267221470372281026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjuBTbZusI/AAAAAAAAApk/U6XUp576pqY/s200/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjuB7V851I/AAAAAAAAAp0/xLhVNaH_8_k/s1600-h/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267221481086838610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjuB7V851I/AAAAAAAAAp0/xLhVNaH_8_k/s200/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjuBtct6AI/AAAAAAAAAps/k7M8Y4iXR5g/s1600-h/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267221477357119490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjuBtct6AI/AAAAAAAAAps/k7M8Y4iXR5g/s200/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjyLlCR34I/AAAAAAAAAqE/V6JsMOIH7AI/s1600-h/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267226044943949698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjyLlCR34I/AAAAAAAAAqE/V6JsMOIH7AI/s200/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Blake is saying a few "words". I put that in quotations because, really, most are hit or miss. But she does have some that she says consistently.&lt;br /&gt;-bye (and waves)&lt;br /&gt;-boo&lt;br /&gt;- peekaboo&lt;br /&gt;-mama&lt;br /&gt;-dada&lt;br /&gt;-og (for dog)&lt;br /&gt;-she can't say "all done" but she can sign it (not with a pen, with her hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My favorite trick right now? She will fake sneeze. If she sneezes or you sneeze or you just fake sneeze, she will say "aaaahhhhhh cha." She will also fake cough very dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side story:&lt;br /&gt;(I was wanting to post this last week but I decided to wait until Ryan actually got back in town so no creepy internet people would find out where I live and kill me while he was gone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ryan was out of town all last week for a thing for work (which was really an honor for him because one of the families that he works with was chosen by the state to come and speak at a conference and be an example for how well the counseling program Ryan uses works...did that make sense?) and this brings with it many challenges. Number one, Ryan is the one that drops Blake off in the mornings. So each morning I had to get both of us ready. Did I have to wake Blake up and get her out of bed. Nope. The sweet girl was still adjusting to the time change and was rising and shining at 6:15. Wednesday morning Blake was playing in our bed while I was trying to make myself get up and I see what is best described as snot coming out of her ear. Yes, her first ear infection and Ryan is out of town! She busted her ear drum and all kinds of grossness was oozing out of her ear. But she felt fine the whole time. So we can check first ear infection off of our list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This isn't really an update on Blake but...we have started putting her in cold weather pjs and they are so stinking cute. See how excited she is?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjyMTxQqVI/AAAAAAAAAqM/lz5EW92Ef1A/s1600-h/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267226057489033554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjyMTxQqVI/AAAAAAAAAqM/lz5EW92Ef1A/s200/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5. And, drum roll please, Blake took her first steps tonight!!! Real steps. Not walking around the couch steps. She was standing in the middle of the room holding a pair of pjs and decided she wanted to play with her giraffe rocker (thanks, Robin!) and she took two steps over to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjyLRqtKOI/AAAAAAAAAp8/cJV5kTs5TBk/s1600-h/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Also, Blake is having a lower GI done this Thursday at 10:00 to see if we can figure out what is causing her constipation (this inspired the title of the blog...). There are several things that could be causing it but they want to rule out some major stuff first. FYI, Blake has had poop issues her whole life, all 10 and a half months of it. It is really painful for her to poop but her tummy doesn't seem to hurt otherwise. So hopefully this is something she will grow out of or can take some medicine for.  So, if you think of us, please say a prayer for Blake on Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjyLRqtKOI/AAAAAAAAAp8/cJV5kTs5TBk/s1600-h/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267226039744800994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjyLRqtKOI/AAAAAAAAAp8/cJV5kTs5TBk/s200/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-579988632292841932?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/579988632292841932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=579988632292841932' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/579988632292841932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/579988632292841932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/11/poop.html' title='Poop'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SRjuBTbZusI/AAAAAAAAApk/U6XUp576pqY/s72-c/Blake%27s+1st+halloween+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-6348977811533792948</id><published>2008-10-29T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:48:40.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?? and Blake is 10 months old!</title><content type='html'>Do they seriously think i can teach CHEMISTRY to 8th graders when I have conversations like this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  This list has all of the assignments on it that you are missing.  Don't even bother with the work that was assigned before Sept. 11th.  It is way too late and I am not taking it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:  Was Sept. 11th last week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake is 10 months old.  Well, now she is 10 months and 1 week old but whatever.  Instead of posting my own pics.  Here is a &lt;a href="http://lisawoodsphotography.com/blog/?p=57"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to the pics that Lisa Woods took for us last weekend.  They are super!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-6348977811533792948?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/6348977811533792948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=6348977811533792948' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6348977811533792948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6348977811533792948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-kidding-me-and-blake-is-10.html' title='Are you kidding me?? and Blake is 10 months old!'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-7493187672530539335</id><published>2008-10-22T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:46:50.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Update</title><content type='html'>Wow! I did not realize it had been so long since my last post!! We have been busy and have done lots of things in the last few weeks. So here is an update in pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had some of Ryan's roommates from college over one night. Aaron and Andrea were visiting and are moving here in the spring and Luke and Lindsey recently moved here from out of state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170957063934354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SP_hnamfUZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/khcEqJNF8Gk/s320/10-21-08+oklahoma,zoo+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan's cousins came in town for the Baylor v. OU football game and came over to the house Saturday night for some pizza and a little Dance Dance Revolution.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170959836811506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SP_hnk7mEPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/jIFpzM7IQjA/s320/10-21-08+oklahoma,zoo+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170970600273522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SP_hoNBzdnI/AAAAAAAAAok/KbCCD5_QR0o/s320/10-21-08+oklahoma,zoo+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake is climbing on EVERYTHING. We have built her several tunnels, ramps and slides to climb on and through and she loves it. She also had a weird bump on her lip for a few days. Luckily that didn't last long.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170980045268386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SP_howNqpaI/AAAAAAAAAos/WvaayZLvnqY/s320/10-21-08+oklahoma,zoo+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Oklahoma to visit Ryan's family and of course watched the Texas v. OU game on Saturday. Here is Blake in her OU gear. She is totally a fair weather fan though, so as soon as the game was over the outfit was changed. Tough loss, Sooners.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260170986761747378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SP_hpJO_-7I/AAAAAAAAAo0/T3BUTPxEu2o/s320/10-21-08+oklahoma,zoo+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260174235987673106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SP_kmRi1ABI/AAAAAAAAAo8/vr3xQMYKtLM/s320/10-21-08+oklahoma,zoo+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Colombus day we didn't have to go to school and Ryan skipped work so we all went to the zoo (so did everyone else) and had a great day with Heather, Laine and Bowen. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260174263200638946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SP_kn2655-I/AAAAAAAAApU/r4Ynmuv9dUg/s320/10-21-08+oklahoma,zoo+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260174244014610386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SP_kmvcmV9I/AAAAAAAAApE/FK0GCkVyePs/s320/10-21-08+oklahoma,zoo+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260174255788734354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SP_knbTxN5I/AAAAAAAAApM/y2Ff1DCcNL0/s320/10-21-08+oklahoma,zoo+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260174275911763058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SP_komReRHI/AAAAAAAAApc/wWxdItz6BB4/s320/10-21-08+oklahoma,zoo+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's all for now...tomorrow Blake is 10 months so I will be updating again after her monthly pics in the white chair.  Sorry I stunk at blogging this month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-7493187672530539335?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/7493187672530539335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=7493187672530539335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7493187672530539335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7493187672530539335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-update.html' title='Picture Update'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SP_hnamfUZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/khcEqJNF8Gk/s72-c/10-21-08+oklahoma,zoo+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-8266988405189938675</id><published>2008-09-29T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:16:42.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I need to work part time:</title><content type='html'>I am home today with the Blakester because she is sick.  Well, she is sort of sick.  Yesterday she had a cough.  Then last night (really this morning) she was up for about two hours tossing and turning and coughing, A LOT.  I have to make the decision to stay home early or I won't have a sub.  So, at 4:30 I stumble to the computer with no glasses on...can't see a dang thing...and with my face two inches from the screen I enter the info for a sub.  I went back to bed then woke up around 7:00 to make sure I had a sub for the day.  I did, so I emailed my sub notes and the assignment for the kiddos to another teacher and she took care of the rest.  Sometimes being absent is more work than just being there myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the title of this post.  Here are a few reasons I need to work part time:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I love my job so I would still like to work.&lt;br /&gt;2.  But it would be nice to have a little more time with Blake.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have done 3 loads of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I had breakfast and made coffee.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Cleaned up the living room.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Cleaned the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Put all of my laundry away.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Blake is down for a nap so I get to check up on blogs.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I folded and put away all of Blake's laundry.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I am dressed (don't be too impressed, t-shirt and jeans with no make-up) and ready so that when B wakes up we can go to Target.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S ONLY 12:00!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list may not be that impressive to some, but for me, this is pretty good.  Now, if I were home all day everyday, I can guarantee I would not be this productive.  How do I know???  Uhhhh, I was just home for 3 months this summer and probably did this much in a week (or two). &lt;br /&gt;I even did Ryan's laundry that was sitting on top of the dryer.  He came in and said "Are you doing my laundry?"  Yes, I am.  "Why?"  So you can see how useful I would be if I stayed home part time.  "That's what I thought."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-8266988405189938675?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/8266988405189938675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=8266988405189938675' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8266988405189938675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8266988405189938675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-need-to-work-part-time.html' title='Why I need to work part time:'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5732342068679426677</id><published>2008-09-23T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:50:17.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blake Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNmwzPQ45EI/AAAAAAAAAdo/bhli1i88cFc/s1600-h/9-15-08+AbileneFair+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249421234994209858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNmwzPQ45EI/AAAAAAAAAdo/bhli1i88cFc/s200/9-15-08+AbileneFair+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNmwzYOuNfI/AAAAAAAAAdw/7px6mCukJwg/s1600-h/9-15-08+AbileneFair+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249421237401040370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNmwzYOuNfI/AAAAAAAAAdw/7px6mCukJwg/s200/9-15-08+AbileneFair+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clock is Blake's nemesis. It lives at Mimi and Paco's house in the kitchen. Everytime she is in the kitchen she keeps a close eye on this crazy kitty clock. Sometimes it makes her cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNmwzgByjrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qcp-R9NkFXU/s1600-h/9-15-08+AbileneFair+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249421239494282930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNmwzgByjrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/qcp-R9NkFXU/s200/9-15-08+AbileneFair+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNms3kNY5GI/AAAAAAAAAdg/5YdZWxXf2ig/s1600-h/9-15-08+AbileneFair+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249416911289640034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNms3kNY5GI/AAAAAAAAAdg/5YdZWxXf2ig/s200/9-15-08+AbileneFair+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNms3bNpvRI/AAAAAAAAAdY/yV5iGtrkE-M/s1600-h/9-15-08+AbileneFair+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249416908874824978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNms3bNpvRI/AAAAAAAAAdY/yV5iGtrkE-M/s200/9-15-08+AbileneFair+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun visit to Abilene a few weekends ago. We went to a great new restaurant (like a new and improved Fuji's) and went to the fair for a few rides and some funnel cake. Blake experienced her first fair ride with Mimi. She looks a little nervous. I completely understand, Blake. Fair rides scare me. They transform from an 18-wheeler to a ride...and that is supposed to be safe???? Yeah....right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNmw034bY9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/wSdK_nazjwI/s1600-h/9-15-08+AbileneFair+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249421263077336018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNmw034bY9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/wSdK_nazjwI/s200/9-15-08+AbileneFair+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNm2Ffe5T6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/Y1biO1Ml7tQ/s1600-h/9-15-08+AbileneFair+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249427046143709090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNm2Ffe5T6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/Y1biO1Ml7tQ/s200/9-15-08+AbileneFair+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNmw0h7sDYI/AAAAAAAAAeA/7s2fXWw4gYo/s1600-h/9-15-08+AbileneFair+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249421257185430914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNmw0h7sDYI/AAAAAAAAAeA/7s2fXWw4gYo/s200/9-15-08+AbileneFair+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Blake eating cheerios off of the floor. She also eats Lola's dog food. Awesome. The last one is of an exceptionally messy experience we had one night when Blake decided to touch the spoon before it went in her mouth and then proceeded to rub her nose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNms3Jw6YLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/p0qr2MEn58Y/s1600-h/9-15-08+AbileneFair+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249416904190877874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNms3Jw6YLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/p0qr2MEn58Y/s200/9-15-08+AbileneFair+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNm2E1L76JI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1srDsgo_jJ8/s1600-h/9-15-08+AbileneFair+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249427034789898386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNm2E1L76JI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1srDsgo_jJ8/s200/9-15-08+AbileneFair+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake does not actually like this pacifier but if I take her other one away she always seems to find this one. But she only sucks on it upside down. The second picture is of Blake's "tornado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNms2nAxWoI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JTy7Dlfnntw/s1600-h/Nine+months+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249416894862154370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNms2nAxWoI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JTy7Dlfnntw/s200/Nine+months+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNms2wmz-bI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nc-ork0zH6w/s1600-h/Nine+months+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249416897437628850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNms2wmz-bI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nc-ork0zH6w/s200/Nine+months+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNm2GBIAJuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rFtnZ2OQZHU/s1600-h/9-15-08+AbileneFair+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249427055174493922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNm2GBIAJuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rFtnZ2OQZHU/s200/9-15-08+AbileneFair+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Blake is nine months old. I love you, Blakester!!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNm2FwfrMyI/AAAAAAAAAeg/f7EZRClCoUQ/s1600-h/9-15-08+AbileneFair+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her most recent tricks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she can say baby- not "baba", she actually says "baby." Not on command, of course.&lt;br /&gt;*she stands up from anywhere in the room. she no longer needs to pull up on things to stand.&lt;br /&gt;*she cries when we drop her off in the mornings. this is my least favorite&lt;br /&gt;*she crawls everywhere&lt;br /&gt;*when she is mad, she crawls and says "mamamamama"&lt;br /&gt;*she smiles all the time but she does not laugh very often&lt;br /&gt;*she gives me sweet, slobbery kisses when I pick her up in the afternoons&lt;br /&gt;*she can say "dada"&lt;br /&gt;*we think she is saying "gog" when we talk to Lola&lt;br /&gt;*she loves her swing in the front yard&lt;br /&gt;*she can wave bye-bye&lt;br /&gt;*she can give you high five but it actually turns in to like 20 or 25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5732342068679426677?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5732342068679426677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5732342068679426677' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5732342068679426677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5732342068679426677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/09/blake-update.html' title='A Blake Update'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SNmwzPQ45EI/AAAAAAAAAdo/bhli1i88cFc/s72-c/9-15-08+AbileneFair+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5134323848046147170</id><published>2008-09-08T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:35:11.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe for Disaster</title><content type='html'>1 car seat (lightly seasoned)&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving down the Interstate this morning about 15 min from the house and 10 minutes from school I realized that Blake's car seat was in my car and Ryan was at home with Blake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 empty jump drive with 2 sides of missing back-up cds&lt;br /&gt;I needed to print a quiz and some notes when I got to school. Two weeks ago my jump drive (with ALL of my stuff from the five years I have been teaching) worked fine. Last week there was nothing on it. My computer was re-imaged one night and my jump drive was in the back... wiped it clean. Luckily I had two back up discs from 2006 and 2007 with most of my stuff. So this morning all I needed to do was get the info off one of the back-up discs. I couldn't find them ANYWHERE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 new quiz and a heaping tablespoon of copy machines&lt;br /&gt;I quickly created a new quiz and decided to forget the notes. I get class started and run down to the copy machine to make the copies for the day. I start class about 10 minutes later than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fresh squeezed open house&lt;br /&gt;As I am frantically making copies I hear our secretary say she is just about finished making copies for tonight's open house. "sh**" I completely forgot about open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roast the five failing pre-ap students in the oven at 300 degrees&lt;br /&gt;After I flew home during my second period conference to take the car seat to Ryan (I actually ended up dropping Blake off since I was going right by her babysitters), I had to come back to school, regroup and prepare to have a serious discussion with my pre-ap class about work ethic... since five of them are failing after two weeks of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool the car in the rain for a few minutes before attempting to serve&lt;br /&gt;I met Ryan and Blake for supper before open house at seven. When I got back to school it was raining and there were tons of parents there already for 7th grade open house. I parked in the back of the school right by an unlocked door. I hopped out of the car tried to shield my super new leather school bag from the rain and ran to the door. I turned to lock my car and couldn't find my keys anywhere. Why?? Because they were still in the ignition and my car was still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving size: Big enough to last me for awhile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5134323848046147170?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5134323848046147170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5134323848046147170' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5134323848046147170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5134323848046147170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/09/recipe-for-disaster.html' title='Recipe for Disaster'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5081634342212666770</id><published>2008-08-27T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:32:42.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Blake fell off the bed and Ryan found a roly poly in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239390789443036210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SLYOKdw0pDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/vQrOlvsuBXM/s320/8-27-08+window+and+swing+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5081634342212666770?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5081634342212666770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5081634342212666770' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5081634342212666770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5081634342212666770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SLYOKdw0pDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/vQrOlvsuBXM/s72-c/8-27-08+window+and+swing+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1940363200656795654</id><published>2008-08-23T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T19:42:46.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I doing...</title><content type='html'>8 months ago??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:15 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up because my back was killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:30 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldn't go back to sleep so I took a long hot shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starving. So I ate some waffles and watched a little tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided that maybe this was more than just back pain so maybe I should start timing these back contractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6:15 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke Ryan up to tell him that the back "labor" was happening every 5 minutes so we should probably get a bag packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6:45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the car on the way to the hospital. There was a beautiful full moon! Ryan was much more calm about the situation than I thought he would be. We laughed between contractions and there were several since the hospital was about 20 minutes away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting close to the hospital and at this point I am doubting that this is actually labor. The contractions aren't hurting very bad and I'm super excited so...this probably isn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7:10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pulling into the parking lot Ryan and I realize we don't really know where to go since we did not attend the baby class. I decide we should go to the ER but Ryan sees a sign that says "Deliveries" and he thinks we should follow the sign. I am almost laughing too hard to tell him that I think the sign means deliveries to the hospital not baby deliveries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7:11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I am getting out of the car a red sports car zooms by and stops in the first parking spot. And my doctor hops out! He sees me and asks what I am doing there. For being a doctor this guy might not be real observant...I told him I was having contractions so I thought I better check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SLDHFgimoMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/sjh5OKcXSBM/s1600-h/Blake%27s+birth+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237905264080232642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SLDHFgimoMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/sjh5OKcXSBM/s200/Blake%27s+birth+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get wheeled to a room and checked by the nurse and I am at a 3. She laughs and says that my doctor told them I was down there but that he doubted I would be ready because I was laughing so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My doctor comes and tells me that we are officially having our baby today!! He breaks my water and tells me that I can have my epidural in about an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SLDHFji1TmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Ye9rU2NKvxU/s1600-h/Blake%27s+birth+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237905264886500962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SLDHFji1TmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Ye9rU2NKvxU/s200/Blake%27s+birth+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Epidural time!! Or so I thought. The contractions are still pretty mild at this point. I am having to breath through them but things are still going great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9:45 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They come in to tell me that the anesthesiologist is assisting in a c-section so it will be awhile. They give me some demarol (sp?) and phenagrin (sp?) for the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SLDHGSdYSdI/AAAAAAAAAco/whWrSIrbnAs/s1600-h/Blake%27s+birth+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237905277480094162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SLDHGSdYSdI/AAAAAAAAAco/whWrSIrbnAs/s200/Blake%27s+birth+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I get a contraction that just about sends me over the back of the bed. From this time on, all contractions could have me climbing the wall and I am only at a five. It is at this point that I think that all people who deliver naturally are completely insane and must be superwoman (no offense, just a personal opinion!). Ryan also tries to do a little recording and quickly realizes that is not the best decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell my nurse (and I have already told Ryan several times) that the medicine is not working AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The nurse comes in and says the c-section is over!! So she needs to flush my IV before he comes to give me my epidural. Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11:00 and 30 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conversation between me and the nurse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Wow, did you just put more medicine in my IV?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nurse: No just saline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: (slurring slightly) Are you sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nurse: Yes, it's just saline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: (Right eye roaming the room, left eye barely open, still slurring) I don't believe you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nurse: Hmmm, it seems that maybe all that medicine we gave you before was stuck in your IV and when I flushed it you finally got the dose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Sounds really good to me.......(eyes closing.....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11:15 (or so I am told)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The anesthesiologist comes to give me my epidural. The nurse has me lean against her. I am pretty sure that if she would have moved I would have fallen flat on my face on the floor. I don't remember much about this process. Because of my scoliosis it took him about seven tries to get the needle in the right spot but I never felt a thing. At one point, I said "Okay, I am going to try really hard this time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No clue what time any of this happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I slept off an on until about 3:30. During this time my family came in to see me several times, Ryan ran to get him some lunch, I made several drug induced comments such as "That guy's throwing peanuts right at me." and "Lola (our dog) loves cat food. She is eating it right now.", and I got some really good rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SLDHGDaLjvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Gxxzob7bqW4/s1600-h/Blake%27s+birth+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237905273440145138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SLDHGDaLjvI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Gxxzob7bqW4/s200/Blake%27s+birth+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4:00 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They told me I was going to start pushing. So I had to get off the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of the AWESOME epidural I can't really feel ANYTHING so I am having to pretend a lot while I am pushing. As I am pushing I am trying to remember what women look like on tv when they are having a baby and I am trying to look like that because I am afraid that if they realize how strong my epidural is that they will take it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4:45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan and the nurse are encouraging me and telling me how great I am doing. I tell them that if I was really doing great then I would already have had the baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My doctor comes in. Uses the salad tongs, twist her head a little and in about three more pushes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blake is here!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My doctor begins the task of sewing 712 stitches. Okay, not really 712 but for those of you who speak "baby" I had a fourth degree tear. Yikes! That doesn't sound good even if you don't speak baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SLDHG88sq9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/3azQRKNJckI/s1600-h/Blake%27s+birth+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237905288885742546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SLDHG88sq9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/3azQRKNJckI/s200/Blake%27s+birth+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blake is all cleaned up and we are holding her for the first time. I can't believe how beautiful she is!! And I can't believe she has hair...and that it's dark! We love her instantly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-1940363200656795654?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1940363200656795654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1940363200656795654' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1940363200656795654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1940363200656795654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-was-i-doing.html' title='What was I doing...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SLDHFgimoMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/sjh5OKcXSBM/s72-c/Blake%27s+birth+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1433593356400633809</id><published>2008-08-18T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:11:41.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SKoBg7BLRiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/2s3h8BbMilk/s1600-h/8-18-08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235999181881689634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SKoBg7BLRiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/2s3h8BbMilk/s320/8-18-08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SKoBhVyPr2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/bB8q3nwA-B8/s1600-h/8-18-08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235999189066821474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SKoBhVyPr2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/bB8q3nwA-B8/s320/8-18-08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SKoBi9hbmFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7gbWcpTJpyk/s1600-h/8-18-08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235999216913586258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SKoBi9hbmFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7gbWcpTJpyk/s320/8-18-08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow I'm back to school. I have been looking forward to this year with excitement and some mixed emotions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I have to leave Blake. I went over to the house where she will be staying this year to get some things in order and it all sunk in. I had to work not to cry when we we drove away. Tomorrow will be her first day...I think she will love it. She loves to play and loves to be around other kids so I know it will be great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I have mixed emotions about the fact that I am &lt;em&gt;ready &lt;/em&gt;to go back to work. I love Blake more than life but I have a hard time being a stay at home mom and I like to go work. And I hate that I have to justify that I go to work. I think it is great when mom's stay home. But I don't. And I always feel that I have to explain myself. Why do I work? Well, unless my house and car get paid off in the next 12 hours then I have to work. But I also really enjoy it. My ideal situation would be working part time. So if any teaching positions open up where I only have to work Tues, Wed, Thurs, sign me up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, I am the new 8th grade science department head...by default. My dept. head left and I was the only one with more than two years experience so they chose me. So this year will be COMPLETELY different. Our dept consists of me, two brand new teachers, another teacher who has taught one year but this is his first to teach science and a long term sub (until a teacher returns from maternity leave in Nov.) AND to top it all off, our school had some of the worst TAKS scores in the district. So, some pretty big changes to handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is coming whether I am excited or not. So, when your thinking of it, pray for my sanity and for Blake's new friends and for my sanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-1433593356400633809?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1433593356400633809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1433593356400633809' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1433593356400633809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1433593356400633809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-got-my-lunch-packed-up-my-boots.html' title='I&apos;ve got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SKoBg7BLRiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/2s3h8BbMilk/s72-c/8-18-08+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-3975745961054041474</id><published>2008-08-14T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:39:50.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say It's Your Birthday...</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday too!!  Today was a great birthday.  Even though when you get older your birthday just doesn't feel the same as it use to.  I don't know how to explain it but it's just a little different.  But today was awesome. And so was last night.  I am notorious for trying to make my birthday last as long as possible but this time it wasn't really up to me.  My mom was in town and wanted to take us out for my b-day on the 13th since she wouldn't be here today for dinner. So we had supper at Ocean Rock which is my favorite seafood place.  It was great but the dinner actually ended up being Jonathan's treat so...thanks mom for the effort and thanks Jonathan for the birthday dinner!!&lt;br /&gt;On to my actual birthday, I woke up a little later than usual because Ryan got up with Blake.  Then they brought me my b-day card in bed and Ryan told me my birthday present was picking out a new bag for school this year.  Yippee!  I love new school bags!  And I love shopping! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to breakfast at Old South, the greatest breakfast spot in Fort Worth!  Not healthy...AT ALL... but what really good  breakfast is healthy??  Ryan had to go to work (shmurk) so Blake and went to hang with Heather, the kids and my mom.  We went to the park for a bit and then mom took me birthday shopping!  yippee, again!  Thanks, mom!  So we all took off to the mall for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really needed a haircut so while we were at the mall I made an appointment with a new guy which is always a little scary but Heather and my mom go to him so I felt pretty good about it.  So Heather kept Blake and I got my hair did.  He gave me a 25% discout since it was my first time in and 25% because it was my birthday!!!  So I got a haircut and some product for $45!!  What a great end to a super duper birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-3975745961054041474?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/3975745961054041474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=3975745961054041474' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3975745961054041474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3975745961054041474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='You Say It&apos;s Your Birthday...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-3676067053797192290</id><published>2008-08-05T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:07:47.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains it pours.</title><content type='html'>This phrase is often given a negative connation but at the Ware house this week it just means we are freakin' busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the reunion was this past weekend and was much more enjoyable than I expected it to be. I have pictures and more to say about it but I haven't loaded the pics yet and what's a story with no pics to back it up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week at our house is really busy. I have no clue why but we are probably doing more this week than we have all summer! For example, here is how my (and Blake's) summer has looked so far:&lt;br /&gt;6:30 am Blake wakes up screaming because she is starving. She scarfs down 6-8 ounces and falls right back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;8:45: Blake wakes up for real this time and I drag my sleepy head out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;9:30: After some playing and a little Mickey Mouse clubhouse we eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;9:45: Hit the road for our walk.&lt;br /&gt;10:20: Come home and play.&lt;br /&gt;11:30: Eat again and time for nap number 1.&lt;br /&gt;12:30: (Yep, only an hour) Blake is up and ready to play.&lt;br /&gt;12:30-3:00: This is where our day can get &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; exciting. We might play, go to the grocery store, paint the hallway, clean the house and if we are feeling really wild and crazy we might go to Target.&lt;br /&gt;3:30-ish: Fight to get Blake to take her second nap.&lt;br /&gt;4:30: Blake wakes up from her nap screaming.&lt;br /&gt;4:35:  Blake goes back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;5:30: Blake is up and the day is almost done. Well, &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; (mine and Blake's) day is almost done because daddy will be home soon to play with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not this week. This week has been and will be crazy. The good part is that it's packed full of fun stuff for us to do before I have to go back to school. There are a few boring things sprinkled in there too...&lt;br /&gt;Monday: I met two new science teachers up at school for a few hours to help them out a little and give them some things to help start the year. Then, Heather invited us over for dinner because we missed Laine's b-day this weekend due to the reunion and my dad was in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Nothing, really. We have Ryan's softball game in a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Go up to school around 9:00 to start working on my room. Ryan has to take Blake to the doctor at 9:45 due to a myterious diaper rash. Training from 11-1:00. Pick Blake up at Heather's and go swimming with Heather and the kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Lunch and swimming with Mary Catherine and Sara. Meet new science teachers at school again to talk about curriculum stuff. Meet with ex-department head and new teacher at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Leave to go out of town, AGAIN! We have been out of town the last four weekends! Yikes! It's been fun. Just crazy, crazy, crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pics from our last few weeks:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231170607287105490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SJjZ847P99I/AAAAAAAAAbI/c_hwBHHQ7LQ/s320/Random,+Reunion,+Ruidoso+7-27-08+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Blake at our favorite pizza place in Ruidoso.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231170582716427330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SJjZ7dZJLEI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ar52zTwVNz0/s320/Random,+Reunion,+Ruidoso+7-27-08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Riding her giraffe in her bedroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231170590920917218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SJjZ779PwOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/VE3bNxXiKD8/s320/Random,+Reunion,+Ruidoso+7-27-08+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Going for a (tiny) wagon ride with her Uncle Bart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231170603605122194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SJjZ8rNZXJI/AAAAAAAAAbA/WHdbgyZgCZ4/s320/Random,+Reunion,+Ruidoso+7-27-08+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of the bears we saw across the street from our cabin in Ruidoso.  I think we saw at least three different bears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-3676067053797192290?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/3676067053797192290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=3676067053797192290' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3676067053797192290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3676067053797192290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains it pours.'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SJjZ847P99I/AAAAAAAAAbI/c_hwBHHQ7LQ/s72-c/Random,+Reunion,+Ruidoso+7-27-08+157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5021607029049136570</id><published>2008-07-31T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:01:04.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations for the big one-oh</title><content type='html'>So the AHS 10 year reunion is tomorrow!  I am a little apprehensive about the reunion for a few reasons.First,  I am horrible with names.  Ryan can vouch for this because there have been several times that we have run into people in A-town that I knew in high school and I don't introduce Ryan because I can't remember their name and you can't count on them saying their own name.  "Hey, this is my husband Ryan.  Ryan this is ............"  In an ideal world it would go like this "This is my husband Ryan."  "Hey, Ryan, I'm ________"  But I just don't have the guts to chance it.  So we walk away and he just looks at me and I'm like "Dude, I have no clue what that guy's name is!!!" &lt;br /&gt;Second, (and some of you may have experienced this when you have seen me in public) when I see someone that I am not expecting to see or maybe I fear an awkward encounter, I turn a very bright shade of magenta.  e-v-e-r-y-t-i-m-e.  When I was working on my master's I had professors that remembered me because I would turn red when they called on me and I wasn't expecting it.  I can stand up and act like a complete idiot in front of 8th graders but if my principal drops by....red.  He loves to do that to me too.  My kids are always like..."Mrs. Ware, you're red."  I know, shut up.  If I randomly see someone at the mall...red.  No matter who it is, how good of friends we are, how long I have known them...red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And third,  &lt;a href="http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-im-little-bit-awkward.html"&gt;as I have said before,&lt;/a&gt; I'm just awkward sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, as I prepare for the weekend, I have created a do's and don'ts list for the event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do:  Start working out about 1 month before so you look extra fit for the big day.&lt;br /&gt;Don't:  Eat a pint of rocky road ice cream at 9:30 pm the night before the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do:  Get your hair done two weeks before so you have time to adjust to the new cut/color.&lt;br /&gt;Don't:  Decide two days before that your roots look really bad and go to Wal-Mart to buy a dye-at-home kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do:  Start working on a tan a few weeks in advance so you look bronzed but not burnt or fake.&lt;br /&gt;Don't:  Go to a tanning place, decide to try Mystic Tan for the first time and have random white splotches under your knees because you have wierd kneecaps and orange spots on your hands because you didn't follow the instructions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5021607029049136570?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5021607029049136570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5021607029049136570' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5021607029049136570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5021607029049136570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/07/preparations-for-big-one-oh.html' title='Preparations for the big one-oh'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-6199990405444003641</id><published>2008-07-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:57:04.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes.</title><content type='html'>I'm really behind on my posts. You know that overwhelming feeling you get when you have so much to blog about that there is no possible way to do it all at once and so you just avoid blogging because it seems like too much? That's where I am right now.  And...did I seriously just write that? Am I really that stressed about my blog?? I have plenty other things that I could be stressed about (but I'm not really) like school starting in 3 weeks and I don't have anyone to keep Blake. Hmmmm...maybe that should stress me out and not this stupid blogging thing. But instead of dwelling on that let's talk about something much more interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back from Ruidoso we found this in our mailbox.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228278429275464946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SI6Th-PNJPI/AAAAAAAAAag/rrCROQ0FhD4/s320/ff+postcard+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations! It pleases us to inform you that your family is eligible to appear on Family Feud. You are now in our active file and we may contact you for a taping.  Of course, we cannot guarantee an appearance.  Please be patient and wait for us to call you....We appreciate your enthusiasm and look forward to seeing you soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have chosen to ignore the part about "Of course, we cannot guarantee an appearnce." and we sit eagerly by the phone waiting for "THE CALL".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post topics I must complete this week:&lt;br /&gt;Blake is 7 months&lt;br /&gt;Our 5th anniversary&lt;br /&gt;Ruidoso vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all important but I am not sure anything trumps a Family Feud call back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-6199990405444003641?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/6199990405444003641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=6199990405444003641' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6199990405444003641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6199990405444003641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/07/yikes.html' title='Yikes.'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SI6Th-PNJPI/AAAAAAAAAag/rrCROQ0FhD4/s72-c/ff+postcard+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-2118728793390242727</id><published>2008-07-17T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:38:57.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time To Play...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SH_wyhTcnyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cZpupRUwLjA/s1600-h/family+feud+and+joni%27s+house+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224158843497127714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SH_wyhTcnyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cZpupRUwLjA/s320/family+feud+and+joni%27s+house+007.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SH_wzfpGDlI/AAAAAAAAAaI/TDhHypXpTbQ/s1600-h/family+feud+and+joni%27s+house+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224158860230921810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SH_wzfpGDlI/AAAAAAAAAaI/TDhHypXpTbQ/s320/family+feud+and+joni%27s+house+006.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The FAMILY FEUD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Sunday Ryan, Heather, Jonathan, Virginia (Ryan's mom) and I tried out for Family Feud. First of all, I have to admit that during the summer I occassionaly watch F.F. at 12:00 on channel 33. One day Ryan happened to be home during lunch and we were watching and they had an advertisement for tryouts in the Dallas area so we called and got a tryout.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224158852544720146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SH_wzDAj7RI/AAAAAAAAAaA/7ZH44dbkuZA/s320/family+feud+and+joni%27s+house+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224158862968982098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SH_wzp15ilI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/947stvByAcI/s320/family+feud+and+joni%27s+house+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224158875186856882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SH_w0XW3g7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/oj8tgLjDPLw/s320/family+feud+and+joni%27s+house+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sorry for the poor quality of the pictures but you get the idea... The tryouts were held in Grand Prairie at a restaurant in a baseball stadium.  I was really hoping that there would be lots of white trash people there so we would automatically make it but that was not the case.  There were about 40 families and I would say that more than half were quality looking people.  When we got there we had to fill out some information on all the players, take a group photo and sit around and wait.  They called up two families at a time and you played two rounds against the other family.  They gave lots of instructions like:  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. make sure you say "Good answer" every time someone guesses even if they sound like a complete idiot &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Huddle in a group when the other team is giving their answers so if it comes to your team you have a guess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. When it comes to your team for a steal make sure you yell out answers for your captain before he makes his official guess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, it was a little nerve racking to try to remember all of this and think of good answers and try not to look and sound like a moron.  But I think we did pretty well.  We should find out in about two weeks if we made it.  So I will let you know if the Ware family will be the next contestants on the FAMILY FEUD!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh...I am a little behind on blogging because I have been at training all week from 8-4:00.  But, we had fun at Ryan's reunion.  We had to come home early for the tryouts.  I will not post pics from that because I am probably going to wear the same dress to my reunion and then if I have pictures of it people might be like "Oh, that dress is cute.  I saw it on your blog."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan and I also just celebrated our 5 year anniversary but I posted this first because I am creating a picture montage (sp?) and I have to scan several on to the puter and it takes awhile.  So, stay tuned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow we will be leaving for a week long vacation to Ruidoso, NM so I will be posting from  the mountains where the high is expected to be about 75.  Peace out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-2118728793390242727?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/2118728793390242727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=2118728793390242727' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2118728793390242727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2118728793390242727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-time-to-play.html' title='It&apos;s Time To Play...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SH_wyhTcnyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cZpupRUwLjA/s72-c/family+feud+and+joni%27s+house+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-8587341327222894541</id><published>2008-07-08T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:47:10.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>This weekend we were busy bees at the Ware household. Thursday night (the 3rd) we went to watch eat and watch fireworks in Southlake with our friends Chris and Jena. Jena was 36 weeks pregnant and had gone to the doctor that day and was told she was "ready to go". So sure enough, Miss Bailey Grace made her entrance on Friday July 4th. She is super cute! Ryan's sister Melissa and her husband Bart came in town on Friday so we went to eat at Mellow Mushroom then went to Trinity Park to watch some more fireworks. We sat on top of a hill so we could see two sets of fireworks and here is the fun we found while waiting for the shows to &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SHPfaijMNcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/svaHw1kAv5w/s1600-h/7-8-08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762040096536002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SHPfaijMNcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/svaHw1kAv5w/s320/7-8-08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SHPfckAYFII/AAAAAAAAAZo/4uaP5N5uZME/s1600-h/7-8-08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762074847122562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SHPfckAYFII/AAAAAAAAAZo/4uaP5N5uZME/s320/7-8-08+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SHPfcUvi2zI/AAAAAAAAAZg/EbICHSmUj4A/s1600-h/7-8-08+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762070749993778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SHPfcUvi2zI/AAAAAAAAAZg/EbICHSmUj4A/s320/7-8-08+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SHPfdO4MBhI/AAAAAAAAAZw/114lO_-JB9M/s1600-h/7-8-08+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762086355502610" style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="204" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SHPfdO4MBhI/AAAAAAAAAZw/114lO_-JB9M/s320/7-8-08+028.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right...all you need to pass the time? A little cardboard and a pretty steep hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Saturday we met Heather, Jonathan and the kids at Burger's Lake for some swimming and a cookout. Being the great mom that I am, I took NO pictures. So you can just imagine us hangingout, jumping off the high dives, sliding down the slide and swinging on the trapeze into the water. Blake thought Burger's Lake was pretty cool but she is not a huge fan of being in the water for extended periods of time so we took turns hanging out with her at the camp site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on Saturday we got a text from Kyle and Brittany saying that their sweet girl had arrived as well! Two babies in one weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we said goodbye to Mel and Bart after church and a trip to Joe's. Then we tried to catch up on some sleep and so we crashed on the couch for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend will be another busy one because we are off to OKC for Ryan's 10 year reunion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-8587341327222894541?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/8587341327222894541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=8587341327222894541' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8587341327222894541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8587341327222894541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SHPfaijMNcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/svaHw1kAv5w/s72-c/7-8-08+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-8788514120710569850</id><published>2008-07-04T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:54:30.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are MY Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, I finally got the video uploaded! Yippee! Try to ignore my singing and my facial expressions...I wouldn't want any of you to be jealous of me. This is Blake's favorite song ever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6330e3b887a7b534" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6330e3b887a7b534%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331905713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7360A2D2818025B6B4206A98E1E6D0B56BE15369.6D57245E7AE9F29C7F05085243F2393D24A0DB3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6330e3b887a7b534%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt6pC6-c1sPNRUZR5TYm7I7dyiOs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6330e3b887a7b534%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331905713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7360A2D2818025B6B4206A98E1E6D0B56BE15369.6D57245E7AE9F29C7F05085243F2393D24A0DB3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6330e3b887a7b534%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt6pC6-c1sPNRUZR5TYm7I7dyiOs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-8788514120710569850?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6330e3b887a7b534&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/8788514120710569850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=8788514120710569850' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8788514120710569850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8788514120710569850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-are-my-sunshine.html' title='You Are MY Sunshine'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-6009966270444624772</id><published>2008-07-02T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:26:39.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to lose a few pounds??</title><content type='html'>Just get strep throat and you can drop about 3 pounds in 3 days, at least I did.  I probably wouldn't suggest this option but it does work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I woke up with a super icky sore throat on Sunday and my ears hurt and my head ached and my legs were crampy.  I just felt gross.  Do you remember the commercial of the little girl sitting on her bed saying "It'll hurt if I swallow.  It'll hurt if I swallow.  It'll hurt if I...MOMMY!!!"  That is EXACTLY how I felt.  I would do ANYTHING not to swallow.  Or yawn.  Or talk.  So Monday I woke up feeling just as crappy so I went to the doctor and sat around for 2 hours and they told me I had strep and they gave me a shot in my butt... which hurt really bad afterwards and was pretty expensive "Thanks, doc!"  So, I did just what the commercial said and I called my mommy.  She came to the rescue to keep Blake while I laid around and felt bad.  I haven't been this sick in a LONG time...like, I haven't been this sick since I have been married, so at least 5 years.  I was down for the count for three days and I am still at about 70% today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then, on top of being sick...yesterday Ryan was getting ready for work and walked down our hallway and found water on the floor.  When he opened the closet that holds our water heater and air conditioner (our house is old so all of this is conveniently located in our hall with the wood flooring) thier was water pooled around the water heater.  So he called the plumber listed on the water heater.  He came about an hour later.  I showed him the problem.  He poked around  and said he thought it was the air conditioner and not the water heater.  Then he took the air conditioning vents off that were underneath the closet where the ac and wh were and their was a puddle of water under there.  AWESOME!!!  So he decides that it is the water heater and that the tank broke so we need a brand new water heater and he says it will cost $1300.  YIPPEE!!!  We thought this sounded a little high so Ryan called Home Depot and they said they could do it for $700.  Woohoo!!! $700 that was suppose to go towards a little vacation this summer is now paying for a new water heater!!  Well, then our neighbor, Jim...a super nice guy and a Mr. Fix It comes buy and fiddles around with it all and he finds out that it is NOT the water heater and IS the air conditioner.  Turns out all we needed was a little drano because a pipe was not draining that should have been!  JIM IS THE BEST!!!!  So our $1300 problem turned to a $700 problem turned to a $4 problem in about 7 hours.  That deserves a real YIPPEE SKIPPEE!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-6009966270444624772?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/6009966270444624772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=6009966270444624772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6009966270444624772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6009966270444624772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/07/need-to-lose-few-pounds.html' title='Need to lose a few pounds??'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-7494941463279543615</id><published>2008-06-26T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:50:59.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things You Gotta Check Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Numero Uno:  Go to my &lt;a href="http://laineandbobo.blogspot.com/2008/06/babysitting-blake.html"&gt;sister's blog&lt;/a&gt; and see Blake's adventure's in babysitting!  Heather and Jonathan kept Blake last Saturday so we could go to a friend's birthday party.  Thanks guys!  You gotta go check out all of the shenanigans from that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numero Dos:  Here is a video of Blake (and me) at my parent's house.  Sike!!!...I couldn't freaking figure out how to get the video uploaded on my mom's stupid mac so this will have to wait.  I will try again later when I am back on my normal pc.  So now you have no choice but to check out &lt;a href="http://laineandbobo.blogspot.com/2008/06/babysitting-blake.html"&gt;Heather's&lt;/a&gt; blog!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-7494941463279543615?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/7494941463279543615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=7494941463279543615' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7494941463279543615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7494941463279543615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-things-you-gotta-check-out.html' title='Two Things You Gotta Check Out'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-8343680959970932171</id><published>2008-06-24T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:30:18.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blake...a 6 month update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SGEs9VOs81I/AAAAAAAAAYk/ePmetdlytOk/s1600-h/6+months+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215499275654198098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SGEs9VOs81I/AAAAAAAAAYk/ePmetdlytOk/s200/6+months+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe it has already been 6 months! On one hand I feel like it was just yesterday that we were at the hospital... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215499332347957474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SGEtAobjEOI/AAAAAAAAAZE/oR1G-yf-76k/s200/Blake%27s+birth+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;but on the other, I feel like you have been here forever. (ooohhh, please don't enlarge that picture...yikes) You have made such a smooth entrance into our lives. I did not know what to expect when you got here but you are so much better than I could have ever imagined! We love you so much more than I can explain. I hope that your life is full of love and happiness. Your daddy and I will do our best to make sure of that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blake Facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have just started holding your own bottle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215495047251557234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SGEpHNM8-3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/iYGmTRgY2-4/s200/6+months+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Holding your own bottle is tiring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215499286592044450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SGEs99-fPaI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WS19H01aLr8/s200/6+months+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You scoot all over the place. My least favorite place that you scoot to?? off of the carpet and on to the tile. Why? because you like to lick it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You started getting on your hands and knees ready to crawl when we were in Arkansas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215499312982109474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SGEs_gSXrSI/AAAAAAAAAY8/YALxMvhHqSU/s200/6+months+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You love to watch Lola play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215495024656747842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SGEpF5B7jUI/AAAAAAAAAX8/6wn0BUc4c8s/s200/6+months+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't laugh a lot but you smile ALL of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You growl when you are frustrated or bored or just because you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have started making this fake cough sound when you want attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can lay you down at night for bed and you put yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You sleep until 8:30 or 9:00!! Mommy loves that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you take a bath you suck on a finger puppet the whole time you are in there. It's kind of gross but it makes you really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215499282132162434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SGEs9tXK14I/AAAAAAAAAYs/OxrOf_AmTPc/s200/6+months+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You LOVE to be outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215495030656403810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SGEpGPYXCWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/BTvvmiw1J0U/s200/6+months+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your favorite song (and has been since the beginning) is You are My Sunshine. You can be screaming and we will sing it to you and you calm down immediately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can put your pacifier back in your mouth. I lifesaver for me at 4:30 in the morning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are really good at eating baby food...most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me really happy when you try to roll over while I am changing your diaper. I love that... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You give the sweetest kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When you wake up in the mornings you never cry, you just talk in your crib until someone comes in to get you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you, sweet girl!! Happy 6 month birthday!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received.  Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.  Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace." Eph. 4:1-3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215495041087921282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SGEpG2PbXII/AAAAAAAAAYU/jZrU82p1dzM/s200/6+months+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-8343680959970932171?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/8343680959970932171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=8343680959970932171' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8343680959970932171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8343680959970932171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-blakea-6-month-update.html' title='To Blake...a 6 month update'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SGEs9VOs81I/AAAAAAAAAYk/ePmetdlytOk/s72-c/6+months+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-4308964262684512020</id><published>2008-06-20T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:55:08.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your opinion?</title><content type='html'>Okay...read through the following and when (not, if) you comment just put the number and answer yes or no. If you feel you need to explain your answer, great. If not, great. If you want to answer anonymously (sp?) great. But I don't think I put anything embarrassing on here. So, comment AWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES OR NO?????????&lt;br /&gt;1. Music on blogs? Sometimes I enjoy it but other times I forget my speakers are on and it scares the c-r-a-p out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wearing t-shirts out in public? I am about to turn 28 and I realize that as a mom and an adult maybe I should dress a little better when I go out in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Am I a bad mom? I love to read and since I work during the year, that is what summers are for. Sometimes I cringe when I hear Blake waking up from her nap because I haven't finished the really exciting part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Am I a lizard? This is for those of you that are around me or have been in the past. Do I lick my lips a lot when I am talking? ( I already know your answer, Ryan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Spandex shorts. Are they ever appropriate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Awkward faces. This is for those of you who have kids. Can you keep from making an awkward face while you are feeding your kids baby food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. (Not an opinion, just a fact) Shaving. I am terrible at shaving my legs. Never fails...I ALWAYS miss some hairs, either on my knee or around my ankle. Are you good at shaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Saving money. Does there come a point, when saving money, that you aren't actually saving you are hoarding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nail polish. Do you think it is necessary to have polish on your toes for your feet to look good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Getting political. Will you vote for Obama?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to answer number 10, for whatever reason, then that's okay.  You can just answer this alternate question... will you vote? (title it alt. 10 on your comment...that you will definitely be leaving.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-4308964262684512020?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/4308964262684512020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=4308964262684512020' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4308964262684512020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4308964262684512020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-your-opinion.html' title='What&apos;s your opinion?'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1377396851400683581</id><published>2008-06-17T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:51:23.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFh3FJP5Q3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/NNA-wbcNa0A/s1600-h/Ruidosos,house+etc.+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213047498946986866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFh3FJP5Q3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/NNA-wbcNa0A/s320/Ruidosos,house+etc.+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, here I am...as always... a day (or two) late and a dollar short but better late than never. (Wow, two sayings in one sentence. Amazing. That should be my motto.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty reasons why I love my husband...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He looks ridiculously good in shorts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He is one of the most sincere people I have ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He tells me I look good without makeup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He loves God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He is crazy too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213046368712799794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFh2DWzENjI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ytvi7mKW08k/s320/Blake%40Rangers+013.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. We both think the same things are funny. (which are not always funny to other people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He makes me try to be a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He opens my car door... even after (almost) five years of marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He holds my hand when we are just lounging on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. When I am away or he is away from home he calls at least once a day just to say hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. He does not judge people when they make mistakes. Which is why he is really good at his job. (For those of you that don't know his job...he is a counselor for kids, and their families, that are on probation and who also have a mental health disease like ADD, ADHD, bipolar disorder etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. He talks in voices that make me laugh sooooo hard.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213046347944716594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFh2CJbkaTI/AAAAAAAAAW0/vY_c66am_WU/s320/Blake12-26-07+015.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. He loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. He is the greatest dad to Blake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213046353819866178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFh2CfUUFEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/neggOdGAm9Q/s320/blake2+026.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213046354890891634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="281" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFh2CjTqoXI/AAAAAAAAAXE/MeQA5jhpIFw/s320/Blake1-28-08+002.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;15. He is good at sports and likes to play sports with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. He is hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. He makes me pancakes and coffee on the weekends. Or if he doesn't feel like cooking then we go to Old South.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. He is my best friend and I can tell him anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. He loves to travel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. He loves me even when I am not being very lovable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**This list is in no particular order. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Happy Father's Day to MY dad!! Who is in Spain right now with my mom. But I am not jealous AT ALL. Not even a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am copying my sister but here are the reasons I love my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213047502392461218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFh3FWFXB6I/AAAAAAAAAXk/sv-6lbwxlRg/s320/IMG_0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1. It takes a LOT to make him angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He is funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He likes wierd things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He is definitely one of the smartest people I know. If I were on W.W.T.B.A.M? he would be my phone a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He used to come watch all of my tennis matches when I was playing. (So did my mom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He had funny nicknames for me when I was young...the most common? Shatzi (sp?) I think it's german or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He loves all of the grandkids and is great with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He loves to work out and sometimes spurs me on without knowing it because I'm like "Ok, if my dad can run a marathon surely I can run a half."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He is adventurous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He is kind to people. Even ones that he has not seen in a long time but still call the house to talk to him almost everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. He gives good advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. He's very photogenic. (Come on, dad, you know that made you smile.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. He would do anything for me or Heather or my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. He pretty much used to do everything for me. (I was a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; spoiled)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. He is a very good teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213047509141206930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFh3FvOYt5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/FfCMdQggqQ0/s320/IMG_0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my dad putting Laine through the window because they were locked out.  See... he is a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My list had more than Heather's!!! nanny, nanny, boo, boo......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-1377396851400683581?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1377396851400683581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1377396851400683581' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1377396851400683581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1377396851400683581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day-ryan.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day Ryan'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFh3FJP5Q3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/NNA-wbcNa0A/s72-c/Ruidosos,house+etc.+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-3484016506187234349</id><published>2008-06-12T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:19:45.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFHX_7CxibI/AAAAAAAAAWY/cbGXh59n6Og/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211183737025431986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFHX_7CxibI/AAAAAAAAAWY/cbGXh59n6Og/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This has been the greatest week so far this summer...it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; only the second week but whatever. Blake and I flew to see Joni and Grant on Monday and have had a fabulous week of shopping, swimming, laughing, relaxing and hanging in our pajamas 90% of the time. Getting here was the craziest part of the trip. Ryan dropped us off at 8:15 for a 9:45 flight and I took my rolly bag, Blake and the stroller to check in and the lady promptly told me that my flight was delayed by 3 HOURS!!! I immediately called Ryan but he didn't have his phone so Blake and I had an exciting day at the airport. When I finally talked to Ryan he said "well, that should be a little fun, you love being at the airport." True. BUT it's a completely different situation with a 5 month old in tow. When the plane FINALLY arrived at DFW at 12:45 one of the airline people told me that the plane would definitely get to Hot Springs but may not be able to get to my final destination because a computer at the airport was broken. AWESOME. So I had to do some quick thinking and decided to chance it and leave anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIME OUT...I need to explain that I was one of seven people getting on this plane. So while I am making this decision they are all leaving me and boarding the plane and the guy keeps getting on his walkie talkie and is like "Uh...we have another passenger here." "Hey dude don't forget we have another passenger up here." "don't worry ma'am I'll walk you down there myself." Seriously??!!?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at Joni's in record time because the pilot decided to "chance it" and went ahead and flew to the airport anyway even though they told him once we took off that it might be best to turn back. How do I know this you ask??? That's because the pilot is also the steward and the door opener and the help you get off of the plane guy and we had a conversation and he said "Ahh don't worry. We missed the storms, it was just like threading a needle." What is that supposed to mean?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211183713651538162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFHX-j-AOPI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PYS9RWCPDxw/s320/DSC00382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211183727319818802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFHX_W4xojI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9tC5I7R6Fes/s320/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211183745806689202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFHYAbwY47I/AAAAAAAAAWg/f3HKcwu_s1U/s320/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND...Introducing...Joni finally has a freakin' blog.  Hip, hip hoooorrraaayyy!  Go check it out.  &lt;a href="http://www.goshfinally.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.goshfinally.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-3484016506187234349?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/3484016506187234349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=3484016506187234349' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3484016506187234349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3484016506187234349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/06/vacation-week.html' title='Vacation Week'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SFHX_7CxibI/AAAAAAAAAWY/cbGXh59n6Og/s72-c/DSC00398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-4362958061751816407</id><published>2008-06-06T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:33:48.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Citizen's Arrest</title><content type='html'>Thank you so much for the comments on the last post. I checked almost everyday to see what people were saying. I agreed with every single one of them! I was worried that what I was trying to say wouldn't make sense but it seems that most of you agree! After reading those comments I have decided thatI am going to try to be more "myself" in hopes to get others to do the same. Then we wouldn't have to have the "first date" feeling as much. So if I start to be too wheels off crazy just tell me and I'll reel it back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208882294666342866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SEmq2WJosdI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PPJW5CzedGg/s320/6-6-08+Blake+005.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first day of summer. Blake and I had a great day of hanging around the house doing absolutely nothing. My allergies have been killing me since the wind started blowing 829 mph two days ago so I have been a little lethargic. Today I did one of the things on my list (see post from a few weeks ago) and I had cereal and coffee before the day actually began. It was great! I was also very wife-ish and went to the grocery store, cleaned the kitchen, did laundry, made lunch and made supper. Look out!! I may have set the standard a little bit high on this first day of summer. But we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208882304983524242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SEmq28lcY5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/-V-fdBN2mAU/s320/6-6-08+Blake+007.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday Blake and I went to the library so I could get a library card. While I was getting her out of the car I heard a dog barking. I could tell it was a little dog but I couldn't see where it was. So while I was getting Blake in the stroller I looked around the parking lot and realized the dog was in a car behind mine. The car was not on and it was like 100 million degrees outside. So I strolled Blake over and looked in the back and saw a little weiner dog in a crate in the back of a car. The windows were rolled down about a half inch. Are you kidding me???? I am surprised the dog had enough energy to bark as much as it was. So I immediately started hatching out a plan of how I was going to bust this person. As soon as I turned to march into the library and demand to speak to the owner of a grey chevy trailblazer I saw a cop. So I waved my arms around like an idiot and told her the situation. I told her that I would take care of it and I would be glad to drive the perp downtown myself but she seemed to want to handle it her way. While I was getting my library card she had them page the lady (which Iwas totally going to do too) and talked to her nicely (which I would NOT have done) and asked her to take the dog home BEFORE she spent an hour in the library with her kid. What an idiot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a picture from Blake's first trip to the Ranger's game in April. It was a little cold that night.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208882269521694594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SEmq04erz4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/RjgbB7kq5D8/s320/Blake%40Rangers+006.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208882284232452930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SEmq1vSAK0I/AAAAAAAAAVg/_qYaWqRtooM/s320/Blake%40Rangers+010.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here she is at her second visit to the ballpark. Sunny, hot and this is the night when the 829 mph. winds started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208882292804691506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SEmq2PNyJjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Jggjfbzxk6k/s320/Blake%40Rangers+011.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-4362958061751816407?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/4362958061751816407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=4362958061751816407' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4362958061751816407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4362958061751816407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/06/citizens-arrest.html' title='Citizen&apos;s Arrest'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SEmq2WJosdI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PPJW5CzedGg/s72-c/6-6-08+Blake+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5569779001264394885</id><published>2008-05-29T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:07:48.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>**When you read this post, don't read it with a mean voice in your head.  I am not ranting...this was just on my mind.  When I read through it just now it sounds like I am mad...but I'm not and I don't know what to change to make it sound different.  SO just read it with a happy voice and maybe that will help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that as an adult, it is kind of hard to make new friends. I'm not talking about "fake" friends...you know, the ones that when you are with them it feels a little bit like a first date??? Do you know what I mean? Well, those aren't the friends I am talking about. I mean really good friends that you &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to be with and actually take the effort (because, in a big city it takes a lot of effort...that's a whole other blog topic) to be with them and have a meaningful, fun relationship. I know that one of the reasons it is so hard is because everyone is at a different point in their life when you are an adult. When you are in school...everyone is in school. When you move off to college and have to make new friends, everyone has to make new friends. But when you are an adult,that's just not the way it is. For example:  You might find some friends who all married but some of them are trying to have kids, some are pregnant, some have a kid and some aren't ready for kids at all.  Or maybe most of your friends have kids and it seems like you are all at the same point but really you aren't.  Because some might be on their first kid, some on their second.  Some moms work and some don't.  Some kids are easy so their parent's get out a lot and with some it's just easier to stay home.   No matter the situation...you are just at different stations of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am almost convinced that I will never find better friends than the friends I made in college. They are the girls that I can really be myself around. I have always considered myself a very open person...I will share anything, sometimes too much. But I sometimes find myself having to edit my conversations with people who are my "friends" because I wonder what they might think if I said one thing or another. I would NEVER worry about that with my girlfriends from college. Why is that??? Is it because when you live with someone they see all aspects of you and you see all aspects of them? the good and the bad? the pretty and the not-so-pretty?&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were still that simple. I miss having really close girlfriends right across the street or in the next room or a few blocks away. Ryan is my best friend in the whole world but it is still nice to have girl time. There is just something about being with a group of girls and talking and laughing that makes my world a better place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that to get to this...today I was thinking...what does a really close friendship look like to me? And there was one thing that kept coming into my mind... I know I have a close friend when I can make fun of them and they can make fun of me and no one gets their feelings hurt. I am not talking about making fun of the way they look or dress or mean things like that. I am talking about if you do or say something stupid, I can call you out on it and we can laugh about it. Because I say and do stupid things all the time and I like to laugh at myself. And I like to have someone laugh with me. Please don't think this is my main goal in life...I don't sit around and make fun of people.  I just mean that I know I have a close friend if I can joke with them and say what I am thinking and not have to edit myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to my faithful readers out there...how do you "judge" a close friendship?  Don't answer with the cheesy things like "I want a friend who is patient" or "I know I have a close friend because they are nice to me."  Duh...no one wants a mean friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5569779001264394885?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5569779001264394885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5569779001264394885' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5569779001264394885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5569779001264394885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-2320914202396310847</id><published>2008-05-27T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:44:30.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 month picture...s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDy4umuXjeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/k3Omt65zGTA/s1600-h/5+months+and+Edmond+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205238380141972962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDy4umuXjeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/k3Omt65zGTA/s320/5+months+and+Edmond+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDy4vGuXjfI/AAAAAAAAAU4/m3lIfxGaooY/s1600-h/5+months+and+Edmond+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205238388731907570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDy4vGuXjfI/AAAAAAAAAU4/m3lIfxGaooY/s320/5+months+and+Edmond+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDy4vWuXjgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9_W-4ru4vJg/s1600-h/5+months+and+Edmond+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205238393026874882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDy4vWuXjgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9_W-4ru4vJg/s320/5+months+and+Edmond+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDy4wWuXjhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/uoU1SHAA8QY/s1600-h/5+months+and+Edmond+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205238410206744082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDy4wWuXjhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/uoU1SHAA8QY/s320/5+months+and+Edmond+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDy4wmuXjiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/2vVun3Sygs4/s1600-h/5+months+and+Edmond+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205238414501711394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDy4wmuXjiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/2vVun3Sygs4/s320/5+months+and+Edmond+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are getting more difficult each month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-2320914202396310847?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/2320914202396310847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=2320914202396310847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2320914202396310847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2320914202396310847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-month-pictures.html' title='5 month picture...s'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDy4umuXjeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/k3Omt65zGTA/s72-c/5+months+and+Edmond+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-2846186333835664264</id><published>2008-05-26T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:44:54.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime and the livin's easy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDs82muXjcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/lVIrTSyml8g/s1600-h/Week+of+5-12-08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204820703162371522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDs82muXjcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/lVIrTSyml8g/s320/Week+of+5-12-08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only 6 days left!! I am really excited about summer this year!  The last two summers I was taking classes at UNT but this summer I got nothin. Here are some things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Being with Blake in the mornings because that is the time of day she loves the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Not having to set my alarm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Wearing tank tops and shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Taking Blake swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Not putting on any makeup unless it is absolutely necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Eating lunch at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Getting to hang out with Ryan more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Meeting friends for lunch and playdates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Blogging more often because there are people (at least one that I know of, thanks Mel) that check my blog daily for pics of Blake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Using my new scanner to upload pics to my blog from back in the day (heads up Wally Hotts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Only washing my hair every other day because it's probably up in a pony tail anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Going to bed late because I don't have to wake up early for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Seeing some movies at the matinee. (I just realized that matinee is very close to manitee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Going to the zoo. Thanks mimi and paco for the zoo memberships!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Going to the zoo with friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Hanging with Heather, Laine and Bowen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Traveling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. No stress...at least not the school kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Playing with Blake as much and as often as I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Eating a bowl of cereal and having a cup of coffee BEFORE my day starts. (usually I do this as the kids are coming into my room.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Not having to pick out what I am wearing the night before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Not having to iron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Using less gas because I am not driving all the way to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Finding some projects to work on around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completely different subject:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has anyone ever taken their baby to the daycare at the gym?? We just renewed our membership because Bally's was offering an incredible deal where we only pay $18 per month for both of us and we get to work out free until August...anywho, Ryan and I thought we would go at the same time but that would mean Blake would have to go with us. I think she is too young and we should work out at different times...but I am not completely against the idea either. Any advice? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204820711752306130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDs83GuXjdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/v1ByJGx3TeE/s320/BowenBdayMom%27sDay+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-2846186333835664264?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/2846186333835664264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=2846186333835664264' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2846186333835664264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2846186333835664264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/05/summertime-and-livins-easy.html' title='Summertime and the livin&apos;s easy...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDs82muXjcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/lVIrTSyml8g/s72-c/Week+of+5-12-08+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-6457670456499973134</id><published>2008-05-18T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:33:49.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Blake is not a good napper. She sleeps well at night but she does not take long naps during the day. Except for today! She has been asleep for about 2 1/2 hours! Yippee! Nap time will be something we perfect this summer...which is only 9 and 2 half days away! Double Yippee! I feel sorry for people with "real" jobs who don't get to experience the excitement of summer time. I have had a summer off my whole life and I can't imagine anything else. Sometimes when I think teachers should make more money I remind myself that I work 183 days a year and then I feel pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDCRVp_1ECI/AAAAAAAAAUY/FGGHP959q_0/s1600-h/Week+of+5-12-08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201817370849775650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="185" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDCRVp_1ECI/AAAAAAAAAUY/FGGHP959q_0/s320/Week+of+5-12-08+034.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have had an eventful weekend. Friday night we decided to go to Central Market to have burgers and listen to music. We got there around 5:45 and there was not an empty table in sight. So we left and went to Mellow Mushroom pizza. We sat outside and had some great food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Ryan played in a softball tournament. We went to Panera bread for breakfast before and ran into Rick Atchley. When I first saw him I felt like I was spotting a celebrity...weird.  We were at the games until about 4:00 then went home and decided to go to Pei Wei because we still had a gift card from Christmas.  We sat outside again and then went to Central Market for gelato and to listen to music.  This time we were successful at finding a table.  One of our favorite things to do at CM is people watch and it was great entertainment.  A random lady sitting next to us came over and to a picture of Blake...awkward.  I didn't really know how to respond but she seemed really nice and then asked for our address and she would mail us a copy.  So I guess if we have a stalker in the next few days we have a suspect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear the Blakester...time to put mom pants back on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-6457670456499973134?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/6457670456499973134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=6457670456499973134' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6457670456499973134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6457670456499973134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/05/nap-time.html' title='Nap time'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SDCRVp_1ECI/AAAAAAAAAUY/FGGHP959q_0/s72-c/Week+of+5-12-08+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1643880240626746627</id><published>2008-05-13T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:26:28.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Julie Clark...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SCpZwp_1EBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8KWo7qa2Ez4/s1600-h/world+animals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200067412194824210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SCpZwp_1EBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8KWo7qa2Ez4/s320/world+animals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many people out there who think that shows like Baby Einstein are just babysitters for your kids so that you don't have to play with them. I say... Dang right! It's not that I don't want to play with Blake every minute when I come home...it's just that there are certain things around the house that need to get done. When she was an infant I could carry her around in the sling and do things. But now she wants to wiggle around and play so I hate to constrict her in the carrier. Plus there is a real danger of dropping her on her head into the dishwasher when I am unloading it. So, thank you Julie Clark...your concept was so simple and yet so amazing. Blake loves it! (Writer's note: Baby Einstein movies only last about 20 minutes...it's not like she is sitting there for 2 hours...it is a nice thought though.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is after she watches a few episodes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200067060007505906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SCpZcJ_1D_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/INsZH3KVzVI/s320/einstein+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This entry actually needs two titles: So here is title #2 (ha...that just made me laugh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLAKE ALWAYS GETS CALLED A BOY BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T HAVE MUCH HAIR AND I DON'T MAKE HER WEAR A BOW ALL THE TIME BUT MAYBE I SHOULD BECAUSE I AM SICK OF IT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. Actually the title pretty much says it all. And to all of you people out there who have "baby" looking babies that if dressed in the opposite gender's clothing pass for that gender, do you get pissed when people assume your kid is the opposite sex? At first I just ignored it. But we were at the Abilene mall on Saturday and FOUR people came up and asked things like "ohhh, how old is he?" "He is so cute, what did you name him?" That question can be awkward anyway since I can't say something like "Mary" and then they automatically know they made a mistake. I have to say "Her name is Blake" and then they maybe think that they didn't hear me right so they look even more confused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my suggestion for everyone who has run into the situation of not knowing the babies gender try this: FIRST-take in all the context clues. If the baby is wearing PINK (or a pink and black zebra outfit) then it's probably a girl. Or if the baby is covered in a PINK blanket then it is probably a girl. If you take in all the visual information and you still can't tell...DON'T GUESS! Because if you are wrong then eventually you will probably get corrected and you will feel like an idiot and in the meantime the mom is trying to decide if you are worth correcting and if you are then how they are going to go about doing it. But...that's just my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family portrait on Mother's day. I love how you can see my aunt Linda in the reflection trying to get Blake to smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200067068597440514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SCpZcp_1EAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fWrXL8vjxYw/s320/BowenBdayMom%27sDay+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-1643880240626746627?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1643880240626746627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1643880240626746627' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1643880240626746627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1643880240626746627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-julie-clark.html' title='Thank you Julie Clark...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SCpZwp_1EBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8KWo7qa2Ez4/s72-c/world+animals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-4166571418811623395</id><published>2008-05-01T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:50:49.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science TAKS is OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>Yipppeee skippeee! I have been Debbie Downer for the past 2 1/2 weeks because all we have been doing is reviewing for TAKS. But now it is OVER!!! This morning I was able to accidentally sleep in, drop Blake off, pick up donuts for my kids and still make it to school on time! A great start to TAKS day. Now it's over, Blake laughed at me several times this afternoon (always a good confidence booster) and I am thinking of going to pick up some Pei Wei. A great end to TAKS day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week we are dissecting frogs. I told my students and most were excited. There were some that are all freaked out about it. When I was at Franklin Middle School I remember that some boy took an organ from the frog we dissected and put it on another kid's lunch tray. Pretty sure he got in big trouble. I also remember that a kid in my group (Michael M.) was cutting the frog and the scalpel knife broke off and hit him in the goggles. I always tell my students that story when they ask me why they have to wear goggles. Michael might only have one eyeball now had it not been for a great science teacher enforcing the rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195548364438522514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBpLtdO4SpI/AAAAAAAAASw/9Lv9hqH511c/s320/Firsts+at+4+months+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few firsts this 4th month of Blake's life: she can now role from back to tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195548373028457122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBpLt9O4SqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/8qFh6-t3u3U/s320/Firsts+at+4+months+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195576393395096338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBplM9O4SxI/AAAAAAAAATw/JQYaOBBcEls/s320/Firsts+at+4+months+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195548381618391746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBpLudO4SsI/AAAAAAAAATI/gsMTd8QmByQ/s320/Firsts+at+4+months+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195548385913359058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBpLutO4StI/AAAAAAAAATQ/HnwpnFMJc8o/s320/Firsts+at+4+months+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she is testing out some good old rice cereal and baby food. So far the cereal has been successful combined with carrots, green beans and peas. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195550597821516530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBpNvdO4SvI/AAAAAAAAATg/ORY9GAloL_U/s320/Firsts+at+4+months+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195550593526549218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBpNvNO4SuI/AAAAAAAAATY/GwgVoijIZAI/s320/Firsts+at+4+months+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195550606411451138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBpNv9O4SwI/AAAAAAAAATo/e0OIRnflYDA/s320/Firsts+at+4+months+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-4166571418811623395?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/4166571418811623395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=4166571418811623395' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4166571418811623395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4166571418811623395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/05/science-taks-is-over.html' title='Science TAKS is OVER!!!'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBpLtdO4SpI/AAAAAAAAASw/9Lv9hqH511c/s72-c/Firsts+at+4+months+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-6398154438825690434</id><published>2008-04-25T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:05:14.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been a long time gone...</title><content type='html'>I don't look at blogs anymore. Not because I don't want to. But I have so many other things I want to do instead. And I read soooo many blogs that I'm always on the computer forever and I would either rather play with Blake, hang with Ryan or go to bed. Anywho...I really wanted to catch up on blogs and I felt guilty reading and not posting so here I am! I am going to have to figure out blogging time into my schedule. We'll see...only 5 more weeks of school and then I can do whatever I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an update blog...by the way, I have realized after catching up on your blogs that many of you have way cooler lives than I do. I wouldn't trade though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fun weekend with Beau, Joni and Grant.  We had Joni's shower, went to church and went to Central Market.  Grant and Blake are in love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193614675672582722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBNtB9O4SkI/AAAAAAAAASI/sTKd2oCFAe4/s320/Blake4Months+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193614679967550034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBNtCNO4SlI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XQ-zjJi82JE/s320/Blake4Months+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193614688557484642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBNtCtO4SmI/AAAAAAAAASY/KqIl7b1vmow/s320/Blake4Months+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A few weekends ago we went over to Jeremy and Julianne's apartment with some other great friends and played volleyball and had a cookout.  I love Blake's face in the picture with Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193614692852451954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBNtC9O4SnI/AAAAAAAAASg/OVQfc2X93sc/s320/Blake4Months+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193614697147419266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBNtDNO4SoI/AAAAAAAAASo/lseTL3r0xPQ/s320/Blake4Months+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This weekend is pretty busy.  Ryan's parent's are in town.  We are meeting friends tonight for supper and then tomorrow we are going to a musical (that's right) of Wedding Singer with Meredith Bills (one of my bffs) and Nate (one of Ryan's bffs).  More pics to come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-6398154438825690434?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/6398154438825690434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=6398154438825690434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6398154438825690434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6398154438825690434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-been-long-time-gone.html' title='I&apos;ve been a long time gone...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SBNtB9O4SkI/AAAAAAAAASI/sTKd2oCFAe4/s72-c/Blake4Months+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-732517800242235917</id><published>2008-04-07T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:19:13.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial</title><content type='html'>I think that I have been in denial that Blake is actually getting older. I know that she does more stuff and has gotten bigger but I just really have tried to keep her from getting older in my mind. Does that even make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186705951894775762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R_rhlTkXp9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/8jf6Vtk-0y0/s320/S5001245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186705960484710370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R_rhlzkXp-I/AAAAAAAAASA/ultEpa2L1Ys/s320/Mimi%27s+week+4-4-08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was Blake's first day with her "nanny".  I like to call her that in my head because it sounds fancier than babysitter.  She is staying with a wonderful lady who lives across the street from us.  Today when I came home they were sitting out on the porch and I just walked over and picked her up!  It doesn't get any better than that.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a fabulous weekend with Beau and Joni and Grant!  I will post some pics tomorrow.  I haven't uploaded them on the puter yet.  Blake and Grant are definitely boyfriend and girlfriend now.  It was fun having all the girls over on Saturday...see Shauna's blog for pics.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I am officially a working mom now.  Our house is a mess.  I have yet to cook a meal.  And Blake has been eating more formula because pumping is more of a hassle than I thought it would be.  But on the bright side of things...I have not been late to work yet.  I think that I am a better mom now.  Blake has the hugest grin on her face every time I get home from work.  My afternoons are carefree.  Blake sleeps from 9:30-7:00 eats and then goes back to sleep until about 10:00.  (Please don't let me jinx that by talking about it...)  Ryan gets to have Blake and daddy time every morning.  I miss being at home but summer is just around the corner!  Forty school days left!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-732517800242235917?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/732517800242235917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=732517800242235917' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/732517800242235917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/732517800242235917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/04/denial.html' title='Denial'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R_rhlTkXp9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/8jf6Vtk-0y0/s72-c/S5001245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-3959219782743946400</id><published>2008-03-30T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T10:07:19.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break...a week late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R-_HhDkXp7I/AAAAAAAAARo/DN0sqjaqK4k/s1600-h/S5001925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183581066834192306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R-_HhDkXp7I/AAAAAAAAARo/DN0sqjaqK4k/s320/S5001925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a pretty good week back at school. It wasn't near as bad as I thought it would be. I like being with my teacher friends again and it gives me some time during the day to be a little selfish. The day goes by and coming home to Blake is the best! We have afternoon talks now instead of morning talks and our time together is even more precious than before...because there isn't as much of it. So to the mom's out there who are headed back to work soon, my diagnosis of the situation is that it's not as bad as you think it is going to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I did not come home from work and hop on the computer to blog. So here is the spring break post a week late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and I both love to ski but we haven't been since we went with Minter Lane Church when we were engaged. So this year we talked about it a lot. We thought the chances of us going were slim because of the Blakester. But the week before spring break we finally decided to look into it. (Yes, it was a last minute decision) So we talked with my parents, checked out the ski report and took off to Red River. We drove to Abilene Monday evening to meet my parents and then we all got in the car and drove to Clovis. We spent the night there and got up early the next morning so we could make it in time to ski a half day. We skiied half day Tuesday, all day Wednesday and Thursday and drove nine hours home on Friday. My mom and dad took turns skiing and watching Blake so Ryan and I got to ski the whole time! They are the best!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183581036769421186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R-_HfTkXp4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/0v37djUz3No/s320/S5001922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183581045359355794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R-_HfzkXp5I/AAAAAAAAARY/8I4lvhBjS18/s320/S5001938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183581053949290402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R-_HgTkXp6I/AAAAAAAAARg/5n6Dq6nwlws/s320/S5001927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183581071129159618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R-_HhTkXp8I/AAAAAAAAARw/_5xR_Cj5a7M/s320/S5001942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Blake watching Baby Einstein.  Ignore my triple chin in the background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-3959219782743946400?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/3959219782743946400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=3959219782743946400' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3959219782743946400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3959219782743946400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-breaka-week-late.html' title='Spring Break...a week late'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R-_HhDkXp7I/AAAAAAAAARo/DN0sqjaqK4k/s72-c/S5001925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-2583405480231366463</id><published>2008-03-24T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:20:57.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two in One Day!!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to give a shout out to my new baby friend GRANT DYLAN BENNETT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, Beau and Joni!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some great pics of Joni's belly two days before Grant's delivery...you will not believe how great she looks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think Joni should start a blog leave her a comment on mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-2583405480231366463?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/2583405480231366463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=2583405480231366463' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2583405480231366463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2583405480231366463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-in-one-day.html' title='Two in One Day!!'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-6773178637430178994</id><published>2008-03-24T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:21:29.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to blog so little time...</title><content type='html'>So I have about a million things to blog about today and my daughter is currently screaming her head off so I don't have much time.  (I am not ignoring her to blog...Ryan has her.)  So today I will choose to blog about going back to SCHOOL!  Bleeeecckkkk!!!!!!!!  (that is supposed to be a throw up sound, I can hear it in my head but it is hard to spell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today was my first day back.  I cried a lot last night and the night before but I only cried a little this morning.  Once I got to school everything was fine.  The day went by pretty fast and my kids were nice to me.  (That will probably change soon!)  One of my classes even cheered when they realized I was back.  So that made things a little easier.  This week Ryan's mom is here to keep Blake.  And she is doing a fabulous job, of course.  So that make it easier too.  I also teach with several super great moms who have recently come back to work after having babies and they help me to get up every morning because I know I am not the only one.  I do, however, hate everyone who gets to stay at home.  Just kidding...sort of.  I know that it is hard either way (thanks, Heather) and that I am helping lots of kids by going back to teaching (thanks, Ryan).  Plus, the end is in sight.  One school day down, fifty to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPCOMING POSTS: &lt;br /&gt;Our spring break trip&lt;br /&gt;Easter&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that is all...I just thought I had a lot to blog about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-6773178637430178994?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/6773178637430178994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=6773178637430178994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6773178637430178994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6773178637430178994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-much-to-blog-so-little-time.html' title='So much to blog so little time...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-3046046576769539000</id><published>2008-03-12T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:32:53.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donkey Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R9ggdrLr6DI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZKkNGFpqDWo/s1600-h/donkey+basketball+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176923465842419762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R9ggdrLr6DI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZKkNGFpqDWo/s320/donkey+basketball+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I played in a donkey basketball game. If you have never played donkey basketball...let me give you a few of the rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You don't have to dribble the ball...thankfully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You must hold on to your donkey at all times. If you let go and you have the ball then possession goes to the other team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When you are passing the ball one person (either the passer or the person receiving the pass) must be on their donkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. You must be on your donkey to score.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should also know that these donkeys are crazy. Some don't move at all. Other buck you off as soon as you try to get on them. And a few will run like crazy when you put any weight on their back at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played last year too. The circumstances of my two years of donkey basketball were completely different. Last year I was training for a half marathon. This year I had just had a baby. Oh, and I have walked with her three times now and done my work out tape 5 times. So, my endurance level changed a little from the first year to the second. Luckily, I only played one quarter, which I think lasted 8 minutes. Unluckily (is that a word?) my donkey would not move. I tried everything. Here are a few pictures to show my battle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparing for the game.  Somehow I ended up with the hugest egg helmet.  Everyone else had cool riding helmets (well, as cool as helmets can be.) So I am easy to spot in all of the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176923440072615938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R9ggcLLr6AI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ny_bvYw1ZWg/s320/donkey+basketball+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the donkey.  And being slightly successful.  I think we made it up and down the court once during the eight minutes.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176923474432354370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R9ggeLLr6EI/AAAAAAAAARA/bwHaiTeZLvg/s320/donkey+basketball+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Trying to bribe my donkey with an apple.  I don't know where the apple came from but he seemed to enjoy it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176923448662550546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R9ggcrLr6BI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hbu4WrNLu98/s320/donkey+basketball+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The apple, however, did not work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176923457252485154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R9ggdLLr6CI/AAAAAAAAAQw/lgDaK0QioJk/s320/donkey+basketball+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Even though my donkey sucked my team won!  Another successful donkey basketball game in the books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-3046046576769539000?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/3046046576769539000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=3046046576769539000' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3046046576769539000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3046046576769539000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/03/donkey-basketball.html' title='Donkey Basketball'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R9ggdrLr6DI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZKkNGFpqDWo/s72-c/donkey+basketball+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-4034670806988710436</id><published>2008-03-10T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:30:45.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Sara</title><content type='html'>10 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;I was a senior at Abilene High, go Eagles! I didn't have a boyfriend...not surprising if you read my post about eyebrows. Probably playing tennis way too much. Loving all of my friends. Thinking about college. Driving a white Beretta whose driver's side window did not roll down without making this aweful sound...so one time I actually reversed into Sonic so that my passenger (I believe it was MC) could order out of her window and I didn't have to roll mine down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do List...&lt;br /&gt;1. Get this house cleaned and organized before I go back to work. Only 2 more weeks :(&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish the bathroom. Here's where we are now...&lt;br /&gt;We have one side completely done. The other side still needs: a mirror, light fixture and working sink. Then all we have left is the wood work. Our deadline is Sunday the 23rd. That is when Ryan's mom will be here to stay with Blake for a week and then my mom comes the next week. Thanks moms!&lt;br /&gt;3. Long term to do-Simplify my life. This is more complicated than it sounds. (Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Order knobs for bathroom&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay the water bill.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pay MORE hospital bills...will they ever stop coming?&lt;br /&gt;7. Take a shower?&lt;br /&gt;8. Decide what to have for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I became a billionaire I would&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay off all debts...obviously&lt;br /&gt;2. Give a lot of money away to friends, family, good causes, church, people who need it, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. Move&lt;br /&gt;4. By a house in Ruidoso, Colorado and Vernazza Italy&lt;br /&gt;5. Quit my job and Ryan and I would open a shop that sells outdoor stuff. I could go into more detail because we have talked about it several times but I am not a billionaire so I won't.&lt;br /&gt;6. buy Ryan a Toyota Tacoma and a Jeep.&lt;br /&gt;7. have land rover make me a hybrid LR3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bad habits...&lt;br /&gt;1. Being selfish&lt;br /&gt;2. Biting my nails&lt;br /&gt;3. Interupting Ryan's stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I have had...&lt;br /&gt;1. cashier at Joe Allen's&lt;br /&gt;2. Waitress at Lytle Land and cattle co.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tennis coach&lt;br /&gt;4. Teacher&lt;br /&gt;5. Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things People don't know about me...&lt;br /&gt;1. I am freakishly afraid of grasshoppers.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like to cook. When I get hungry I want to eat right then. I don't want to wait on stuff to cook.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am addicted to coke. Not cocaine...&lt;br /&gt;4. I have wanted a great dane my whole life. When we go to the dog park I have thought about stealing the ones that are there.&lt;br /&gt;5. My real bad habit is picking my nose in the car but I don't want people to think i am gross so I said biting my nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-4034670806988710436?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/4034670806988710436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=4034670806988710436' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4034670806988710436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4034670806988710436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged-by-sara.html' title='Tagged by Sara'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-4534829827378875628</id><published>2008-03-05T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:00:40.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JBF</title><content type='html'>I went to the just between friends sale last night and got several super cute outfits for the Blakester but here are my three favorite purchases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A jogging stroller $65  (pronounced with a soft j) so that I can go on walks with Blake. I might eventually using it for jogging but after my experience a few weeks ago walking sounds pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174395214756923042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R88lCF8RRqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6Q9lzSZf-iA/s320/play+date,+jbf+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A super cute snow leopard rocking "horse" $12 that makes a sweet growl when you press the ear.  Lola flipped when I brought it in and chased her with it while it was growling.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174395223346857650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R88lCl8RRrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fITPMIbbIKQ/s320/play+date,+jbf+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I couldn't get a picture because I am currently wearing it but I found a Snugli $8 that lets me wear Blake around the house so I can get stuff done.  Thanks to the Snugli I am able to type this post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you get a chance shop jbf because it is awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-4534829827378875628?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/4534829827378875628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=4534829827378875628' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4534829827378875628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4534829827378875628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/03/jbf.html' title='JBF'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R88lCF8RRqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6Q9lzSZf-iA/s72-c/play+date,+jbf+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-7683146451703663302</id><published>2008-03-03T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:20:03.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three road trips in a month...</title><content type='html'>Blake probably hates her car seat by now. We have traveled to Oklahoma, Abilene and Oklahoma again in the last month. She has done really well in the car. When we went to A-town it was just me and Blakester because Ryan was sick and she slept pretty much the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8zKi6O5idI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1DFD_6Ysm3I/s1600-h/Oklahoma+3-1-08+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173732773037967826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8zKi6O5idI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1DFD_6Ysm3I/s320/Oklahoma+3-1-08+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we went to Nowata, Ok (yes, that is a real town) to celebrate Ryan's grandpa's 80th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8zKh6O5ibI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yy6Z7ZFCpxY/s1600-h/Oklahoma+3-1-08+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173732755858098610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8zKh6O5ibI/AAAAAAAAAPo/yy6Z7ZFCpxY/s320/Oklahoma+3-1-08+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We drove to Edmond on Friday and spent the night with his family (about 3 hours away) then we all drove up to Nowata on Saturday. So this made for a long car ride on Sunday from Nowata back to Fort Worth. Here is how the driving arrangement ended up when Blake decided she was starving to death. &lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Lola in the front seat and Blake and I in the back.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8zKiKO5icI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dA63VPFSj5Y/s1600-h/Oklahoma+3-1-08+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173732760153065922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8zKiKO5icI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dA63VPFSj5Y/s320/Oklahoma+3-1-08+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still having a hard time seeing that Blake looks like me.  Everyone says that she does.  Every once in a while I see a face she makes and I think it looks like one of my baby pictures but other than that I just don't see it yet.  Unfortunately for Blake, I do see one trait she inherited from me...eyebrows.  The poor kid got my eyebrows.  They have no shape and they never will.  She is doomed to a life of plucking and plucking and some more plucking.  For some reason, no one chose to inform me about how bad my eyebrows looked for a loooonnnggg time. I think I was a senior in high school before I started plucking.  Seriously???  My eyebrows grow all the way to my eyelashes and then meet in the middle in a Bert (or is it Burt?) like fashion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a solution to plucking everyday, however.  If you are in a hurry or just don't feel like plucking just stand about 3 feet further back from the mirror than you normally stand and poof! your stray eyebrows disappear!  The other day I was driving to my school and I flipped down my car mirror to put on a little mascara and  AAAHHHHH!!! it looked like my eyes had bangs!  So, if you decide to go with the 3 foot rule avoid the car mirror in the natural light.  Not pretty, my friends, not pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-7683146451703663302?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/7683146451703663302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=7683146451703663302' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7683146451703663302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7683146451703663302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/03/three-road-trips-in-month.html' title='Three road trips in a month...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8zKi6O5idI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1DFD_6Ysm3I/s72-c/Oklahoma+3-1-08+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1358850916446211824</id><published>2008-02-27T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:16:57.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not as stupid as I thought</title><content type='html'>I think I am figuring it out.  With help from Ryan and my sister I finally, with much trial and error, got my blog to look half way cute.  (It only took about 7 hours)  What do you think?  Is it too busy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-1358850916446211824?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1358850916446211824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1358850916446211824' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1358850916446211824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1358850916446211824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-not-as-stupid-as-i-thought.html' title='I am not as stupid as I thought'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-135261646687072127</id><published>2008-02-27T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:53:57.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Linda</title><content type='html'>I couldn't get on blogger all night. So first thing this morning I checked and tada! So here are bathroom pics and some pics we took of Blake with our new camera.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171711367834600450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8WcFpChhAI/AAAAAAAAANE/phoY6_gfvkE/s320/Blake+2-26-08+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171711376424535058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8WcGJChhBI/AAAAAAAAANM/xjmF9EQHPq8/s320/Blake+2-26-08+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't know if you can tell the paint color from these wonderful pictures but it is a neutral greenish. I am pretty sure that is the actual name.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171711385014469666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8WcGpChhCI/AAAAAAAAANU/JTz7r2FZQ6g/s320/Blake+2-26-08+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The white spots on the wall are where we decided not to waste paint or texture becuase that is where the mirrors will be.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171711393604404274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8WcHJChhDI/AAAAAAAAANc/c-hHRxpBHDQ/s320/Blake+2-26-08+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So close to being finished...I hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blake and I had some fun with the camera yesterday. Here are a few of the products...And at the bottom, a picture of our neglected child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171713768721318978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8WeRZChhEI/AAAAAAAAANk/3lCtzY-3vs0/s320/New+Camera+2-26+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171713777311253586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8WeR5ChhFI/AAAAAAAAANs/yc6hzoVY60Y/s320/New+Camera+2-26+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171713790196155490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8WeSpChhGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/28vgo1-kPjI/s320/New+Camera+2-26+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171713794491122802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8WeS5ChhHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/X2sA3jV8C2s/s320/New+Camera+2-26+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171713798786090114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8WeTJChhII/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ach8DibRk8c/s320/New+Camera+2-26+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know...I am still trying to figure out how to make my blog cute?  Can I do it myself?  How does everyone have those cute headers and I can freaking figure out how to do it!!!  Someone let me in on the secret!  Or I am going to have to just change my template everyday so that I feel a little better about myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-135261646687072127?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/135261646687072127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=135261646687072127' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/135261646687072127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/135261646687072127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-linda.html' title='For Linda'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R8WcFpChhAI/AAAAAAAAANE/phoY6_gfvkE/s72-c/Blake+2-26-08+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-7077438731621502018</id><published>2008-02-26T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:20:52.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...??!!??</title><content type='html'>I can't get onto blogger from my home computer.  I was freaking out all day today.  I can get on blogs but I can't see or post comments.  It tells me that the page cannot be displayed.  I also can't get onto blogger so I can't post.  What in the heck is going on?  Any suggestions????  I have pics to post and I can't do it.  BTW I am using Ryan's work puter to post this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking back at some of my old posts and I used to be a lot funnier.  I need some new material.  You would think that having a baby would provide some new material but the mommy brain myth is totally true.  I am waaayyy stupider now than before Blake was here.  Anywho...Ryan is home now and hopefully he can fix the dang computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-7077438731621502018?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/7077438731621502018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=7077438731621502018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7077438731621502018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7077438731621502018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/02/what.html' title='What the...??!!??'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1522846547529152056</id><published>2008-02-24T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:49:22.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweatin to the Oldies</title><content type='html'>I have decided to start working out again.  Last weekend I was in Abilene and I went to work out with my mom and I decided after that day that I REALLY needed to start doing some type of cardio excercise.  I went and ran one day and that sucked.  It hurt every time my feet hit the pavement and plus my boobs were all over the place.  They hurt really bad and I just wanted to hold them while I ran but I knew that would be awkward so I tried the oh-so-subtle wrist hold.  You know... hold your arms really tight to your body and use your wrists to keep your boobs in place.  That worked for awhile.  But then I started to get cramps near my shoulder from making my muscles so tense. &lt;br /&gt;So last night I bought a Biggest Loser workout dvd.  I just did the 5 minute warm up and the level one cardio workout.  My butt is already sore.  I think that this is going to be great.  I have several more pounds I would like to lose.  My goal is seven pounds before I go back to school.  That means I have one month.  The countdown is on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my mom came this weekend to keep Blakester Ryan and I got quite a bit of work done on the bathroom.  Yes, the bathroom that we started working on before Blake was born and is still not done yet.  But major progress was made.  Thanks for your help mom!  Blake was so sad to see Mimi leave that she decided to cry from 5:30 when we arrived at small group (and left early because she wouldn't stop) until approximately 8:30.  That's three hours of crying in case you couldn't add.  Thanks, Blake.  That was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-1522846547529152056?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1522846547529152056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1522846547529152056' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1522846547529152056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1522846547529152056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweatin-to-oldies.html' title='Sweatin to the Oldies'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-7994882486682489151</id><published>2008-02-22T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:36:38.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where da skunk?</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday night we had Heather, Jonathan, Laine and Bowen over for a late Valentine's day dinner.  (Ryan was sick on the real V-day)  I cooked...look out.  And while I was in the kitchen cooking Bowen came in and stood next to me for a while.  Here is how our conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;Bowen:  Where da skunk?&lt;br /&gt;Mere:  What, buddy?&lt;br /&gt;Bowen:  Where da skunk?&lt;br /&gt;Mere: &lt;em&gt;laughing &lt;/em&gt;What skunk?&lt;br /&gt;Bowen:&lt;em&gt;  holding his nose&lt;/em&gt; It mells.  Where da skunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowen walked around the living room for a while making a really bad face, holding his nose and continuing to ask "Where da skunk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am a little worried.  Was it my cooking?  Does my house "mell"?  Whatever it was Bowen was real convinced it smelled like skunk.  So much, that he had Ryan go with him to look for the skunk in our bedroom.  Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-7994882486682489151?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/7994882486682489151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=7994882486682489151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7994882486682489151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/7994882486682489151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-da-skunk.html' title='Where da skunk?'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-6414658741391807188</id><published>2008-02-18T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:34:09.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>I always say to myself...I will write on my blog tomorrow. And then I don't. Blake is screaming her head off right now, so I am shifting into mommy mode. But here are some pics until I can think straight and write something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smiley Pants&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168526756958798754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R7pLs5Chg6I/AAAAAAAAALU/oDD1la52P4g/s320/Blake+2-18-08+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168526722599060322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R7pLq5Chg2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/AYF-1dTpqfA/s320/Blake+2-18-08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pouty face&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168526731188994930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R7pLrZChg3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/G97JDCcsG1c/s320/Blake+2-18-08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mike the dang cat on B's changing table&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168526744073896850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R7pLsJChg5I/AAAAAAAAALM/79lGR4uJ0sY/s320/Blake+2-18-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168528479240684466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R7pNRJChg7I/AAAAAAAAALc/TQe3dCaFtbc/s320/Blake+2-18-08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Blake in the couch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168528487830619074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R7pNRpChg8I/AAAAAAAAALk/Y6aHmZ0xgVQ/s320/Blake+2-18-08+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168528492125586386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R7pNR5Chg9I/AAAAAAAAALs/f3EWpvAvfm0/s320/Blake+2-18-08+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;First V-day party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168528500715520994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R7pNSZChg-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/JAhJ1zW-jgk/s320/Blake+2-18-08+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168528509305455602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R7pNS5Chg_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/qxqO1QiEZOs/s320/Blake+2-18-08+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-6414658741391807188?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/6414658741391807188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=6414658741391807188' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6414658741391807188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6414658741391807188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/02/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R7pLs5Chg6I/AAAAAAAAALU/oDD1la52P4g/s72-c/Blake+2-18-08+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-2652889659463890767</id><published>2008-02-02T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:44:42.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog title</title><content type='html'>When I first created this blog I couldn't think of a title.  So I just titled it Enter Original Title Here but I decided it needed a real name.  So here you go.  I am also trying to figure out how in the heck to make my blog look cute like everyone elses.  I was less than successful, obviously...but I did pick some new colors.  Wow, Mere, that is really creative...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-2652889659463890767?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/2652889659463890767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=2652889659463890767' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2652889659463890767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2652889659463890767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-blog-title.html' title='New blog title'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5046196729637654574</id><published>2008-02-01T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:00:01.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New hair cut</title><content type='html'>here are the pics for those that asked (and those that didn't ask). please only leave positive comments...if you don't like it make up something nice to say.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162242725812622130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R6P4aIxn0zI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SLWv-Vy5ok8/s320/S5001691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162242738697524034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R6P4a4xn00I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/shwPw60cKYk/s320/S5001690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162242742992491346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R6P4bIxn01I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/e_AStwzsPs4/s320/S5001692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162242751582425954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R6P4boxn02I/AAAAAAAAAKE/85Y3ulM8tRY/s320/S5001694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5046196729637654574?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5046196729637654574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5046196729637654574' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5046196729637654574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5046196729637654574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-hair-cut.html' title='New hair cut'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R6P4aIxn0zI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SLWv-Vy5ok8/s72-c/S5001691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-4527077557036616172</id><published>2008-01-31T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:09:01.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Amanda who stole it from someone else...</title><content type='html'>1. Do you wear a name tag at work? I think I am supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What kind of car do you drive? mazda cx-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you order when you go to Taco Bell? baja beef chalupas with no pico and a baja blast mountain dew...my mouth is watering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever had a garage sale?yes...i think they are always a little awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What color is your iPod?pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What kind of dog do you have? a choco lab named lola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's for dinner tonight?uuuhhhhhhhh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the last alcoholic beverage you had? A margarita the other night at mi cocina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Stupidest thing you ever did with your cell phone?dropped it in a swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last time you were sick? the beginning of my pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How long is your hair?shoulder length but i am getting it cut today...yippee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you happy right now?Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What did you say last? i said yippee out loud when i typed the answer to number 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who came over last?my neighbor. she brought us cinnamon rolls, awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have your brothers or sisters ever told you that you were adopted?No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite key chain on your keys?a duck...but it's head fell off the other day. still mt favorite though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last movie you watched at home? please don't judge me...the simpson's movie. ryan rented it the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is in your pocket?lint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who introduced you to your crush? I think I introduced myself to Ryan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where do you hurt?i woke up with a headache this morning. probably due to the tornadic winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Has someone ever made you a Build-A-Bear?um no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What DVD is in your DVD player? i think it is empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's something funny you did today?  I don't think I was funny today.  But Ryan and I were just eating dinner and I had some laundry on the couch and when Ryan walked to the kitchen he had a hanger hanging from the back of his pants and he didn't know it.  That was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who was the principal of your high school? mr. curtis...cool guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Has your house ever been TPd?yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you think of when you hear the word 'meow'?my cat mike. who is supposed to be an outside cat but is currently sleeping on blake's changing table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What are you listening to right now?blake whining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Drinkin? i just had a coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite aisle at Wal-Mart?  Any aisle with body wash or hair care products. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. When is your birthday?August 14th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What's the area code for your cell phone?No can I get an 817 up in here??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where did you buy the shirt you're wearing now? I didn't.  My aunt Linda gave it to me.  Thanks, Linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Is there anything hanging from your rear view mirror?No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. How many states in the US have you been to? I have no clue...13ish or maybe more...maybe less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What are you going to do after this?Well, when I first started this blog this morning I would have said going to get my hair cut.  But it is now 7:00 and I am just getting to finish so I would say that I am going to sit on the couch and watch Lost with Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the last person you went shopping with? Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What about your favorite dessert?I don't know where number 39 went.  I am sure if it was here I would understand why this question was phrased "what about..." Anyway, my favorite dessert is cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is something you need to go shopping for?Some clothes that fit....not fun right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you have the same name as one of your relatives? Nope.  But one of my we had growing up was named after one of my mom's relatives and my cat has the same name as my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What kind of car do your siblings drive? Heather drives a minivan!!!!  Haaaaa!!!  Just kidding...it is actually the coolest minivan I have ever seen.  I love you Myrtle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like pickles? Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What about olives? G-ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What is your favorite kind of juice?  I love the v-8 fusions.  I feel really healthy when I drink them because it says that you are getting a serving of fruits and veggies.  So then I feel better about having a cinnamon roll and a coke for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you have any tan lines?  I have an eternal tan line around my ankle and on my thigh from playing tennis for 20 years.  My legs have never been one solid color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What hospital were you born in? I don't know...somewhere in wichita falls, texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you remember the name of your kindergarten teacher?Lucy.  I don't think she had a last name.  She was kind of like Madonna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-4527077557036616172?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/4527077557036616172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=4527077557036616172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4527077557036616172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4527077557036616172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/01/stolen-from-amanda-who-stole-it-from.html' title='Stolen from Amanda who stole it from someone else...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-2138557885122609359</id><published>2008-01-26T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:15:56.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here I am! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a mom is suuuuppperrr. So is staying home from work everyday! I am not really all that busy but I seem to find lots of crap to do besides blog. I am looking at my sweet baby right now and she is frowning at me. I think that she is thinking that I am the worst blogger ever. Now I think she is pooping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking with my family last night saying that one of the reasons I haven't been blogging is because I don't want this blog to be the all about Blake blog. I am still a person and I still have thoughts but right now they are pretty much all about how freaking cute Blake is so I don't want to bore everyone with that. I want to have something else to talk about. And my dad had a great point...No one cares about what I want to say right now, they just want to see pictures of Blake. Good point, dad. So here you go!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159924246631666354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R5u7w4xn0rI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KOF-vv1nYAU/s320/1-18-08+Blake+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blake and dad working on the computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159924255221600962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R5u7xYxn0sI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W3_yssyQezA/s320/1-18-08+Blake+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blake on her first date with Alex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159924263811535570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R5u7x4xn0tI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Tlfo0G6gQ9g/s320/1-18-08+Blake+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alex thought Blake said I love you a little too soon and didn't say it back so it hurt Blake's feelings a little bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159924268106502882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R5u7yIxn0uI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sJw-K8U_2k8/s320/1-18-08+Blake+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tummy time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159924276696437490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R5u7yoxn0vI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5vwobFKpivk/s320/1-18-08+Blake+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What in the heck??&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159926325395837698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R5u9p4xn0wI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rKHqopkvhKU/s320/1-18-08+Blake+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blake's poop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159926329690805010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R5u9qIxn0xI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YbEHikv5EfA/s320/1-18-08+Blake+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Blake in her super cute snow boots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159926338280739618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R5u9qoxn0yI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sq7lQ4n204A/s320/blake2+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Blake and her big sister Lola.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-2138557885122609359?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/2138557885122609359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=2138557885122609359' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2138557885122609359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2138557885122609359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/01/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R5u7w4xn0rI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KOF-vv1nYAU/s72-c/1-18-08+Blake+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1498502523410507370</id><published>2008-01-10T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:54:28.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan's post 'cause Mere sucks at blogging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R4bZcEgkPPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rwTnKlKktug/s1600-h/S5001383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154045899842010354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R4bZcEgkPPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rwTnKlKktug/s320/S5001383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The demand for pics is amazing...thanks to all those Blake fans out there...she loves you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R4bZcUgkPQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vQREN54oWvU/s1600-h/S5001300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154045904136977666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R4bZcUgkPQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vQREN54oWvU/s320/S5001300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R4bZckgkPRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/I7a4oql8k-w/s1600-h/S5001386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154045908431944978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R4bZckgkPRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/I7a4oql8k-w/s320/S5001386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R4bZc0gkPSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/q892DGJcVQs/s1600-h/S5001347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154045912726912290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R4bZc0gkPSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/q892DGJcVQs/s320/S5001347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lola loves being a big sister...so much that she started nibbling on Blake's feet last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R4bZdUgkPTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lwQ7E3_8Mts/s1600-h/S5001265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154045921316846898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R4bZdUgkPTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lwQ7E3_8Mts/s320/S5001265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was before she pooped in the towel...trust me, you don't want to see that pic!&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/19896183-1498502523410507370?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1498502523410507370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1498502523410507370' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1498502523410507370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1498502523410507370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/01/ryans-post-cause-mere-sucks-at-blogging.html' title='Ryan&apos;s post &apos;cause Mere sucks at blogging...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R4bZcEgkPPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rwTnKlKktug/s72-c/S5001383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-195378724990823445</id><published>2008-01-06T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:58:48.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ware Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/J/storage/site1/files/78/59/31/785931_01852965fb1874li7s1y31.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/celebrity-collage.php"&gt;Celebrity Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/myheritage-research.php"&gt;Free genealogy search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTk2ODU2NTQ1NDYmcD*xMTA1NzEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-195378724990823445?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/195378724990823445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=195378724990823445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/195378724990823445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/195378724990823445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2008/01/ware-look-alike-meter.html' title='Ware Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5161546524076511791</id><published>2007-12-31T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:41:47.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blake Adalyn</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics of our sweet girl!  I'll update when all the Christmas craziness is over!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R3lvg0gkPLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JHtbucyR0D8/s1600-h/Blake12-26-07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150270258516606130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R3lvg0gkPLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JHtbucyR0D8/s320/Blake12-26-07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R3lvhEgkPMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rT35ujMQaCc/s1600-h/Melissa%27s+Blake+Pics+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150270262811573442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R3lvhEgkPMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rT35ujMQaCc/s320/Melissa%27s+Blake+Pics+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R3lvhUgkPNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9tySK7objnw/s1600-h/Melissa%27s+Blake+Pics+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150270267106540754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R3lvhUgkPNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9tySK7objnw/s320/Melissa%27s+Blake+Pics+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R3lvhkgkPOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0U7wqgH6Wls/s1600-h/Melissa%27s+Blake+Pics+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150270271401508066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R3lvhkgkPOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0U7wqgH6Wls/s320/Melissa%27s+Blake+Pics+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5161546524076511791?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5161546524076511791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5161546524076511791' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5161546524076511791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5161546524076511791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/12/blake-adalyn.html' title='Blake Adalyn'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R3lvg0gkPLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JHtbucyR0D8/s72-c/Blake12-26-07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-4485378112975251108</id><published>2007-12-23T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T19:51:03.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Blake _______ Ware!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Born: 5:12 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 7 lbs. 15 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Length: 20.5 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair: Yes, dark brown fuzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poop: Yes, all over the baby bucket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute: Definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and Blake are doing great, Meredith had a good labor and wanted me to tell you that she has 704 stitches.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147380866512862370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R28roEgkPKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8bd8J-dcpHE/s320/blake+07+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147380862217895058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R28rn0gkPJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/A7l2-wYL3mo/s320/christmas+07+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147380853627960450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R28rnUgkPII/AAAAAAAAAHM/aiIJQ9dCATU/s320/blake+07+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want, you can vote on her middle name, here are the top three choices:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Addison&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adalyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More pictures to come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-4485378112975251108?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/4485378112975251108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=4485378112975251108' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4485378112975251108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4485378112975251108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/12/introducing.html' title='Introducing....'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R28roEgkPKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8bd8J-dcpHE/s72-c/blake+07+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-295719941535655723</id><published>2007-12-22T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T10:49:16.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Update</title><content type='html'>No baby yet...but I am done with school until March. That seems weird. Especially since there is no baby yet. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a reminder of the pink bathroom when we moved in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146869868483853426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R21a4EgkPHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Q5eKJvK6wPo/s320/New+House+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here is what it looks like today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146869838419082306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R21a2UgkPEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nPTc4eGLVR0/s320/bathroom+and+Lola+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146869855598951506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R21a3UgkPFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Hgkz7NHPPks/s320/bathroom+and+Lola+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146869864188886114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R21a30gkPGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_GOebfbsztc/s320/bathroom+and+Lola+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ryan and Jonathan did everything except the tile!  They did a fabulous job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It should be finished today. The tile setters are coming at 1:00 to grout (spelling??) and lay the remainder of the tile. Then Ryan just has to finish the dry wall, texture and paint. Any suggestions on paint color?? We have no clue what we are going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-295719941535655723?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/295719941535655723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=295719941535655723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/295719941535655723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/295719941535655723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/12/bathroom-update.html' title='Bathroom Update'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R21a4EgkPHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Q5eKJvK6wPo/s72-c/New+House+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-9168621059597799374</id><published>2007-12-18T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:36:41.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is my pick...</title><content type='html'>I know most of you are used to me sucking at keeping up with my blog but I still feel like I need to apologize.  So...sorry.  I have come home almost everyday for the last two-three weeks and sat on my butt on the couch.  So there is really no reason for me not to walk into the spare bedroom, sit down at the computer and create a new post but it just didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I am still pregnant.  I really didn't want all my posts to just be about pregnancy so maybe that is why I haven't posted lately...since that is ALL I think about.  I get a break at school...I have to think about what I am going to teach and I have to think about not hurting some of my students and I have to think about not being mean to my coworkers everytime they say "You're still here???"  (No, idiot face, I am not here...that's why I am still big and pregnant and standing right in front of you) So I do get to think of some other things during the day but when I get home all I think about is when she is going to get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Thanksgiving we all picked days that we thought Blake would arrive.  My day is tomorrow.  I don't think it's going to happen.  I feel pretty good.  I have been having some contractions, mainly in my back, but nothing that is going to lead to a baby being forced out of a tiny opening.  Oh yeah, I've been thinking about that a lot too.  God has been teaching me about a lot about patience and giving up control these last few days.  So for now, I sit calmly waiting for her arrival.  I will not be bitter if she does not come tomorrow.  I will not be bitter if she does not come tomorrow.  I will be bitter if she comes on Ryan's day...January 3rd.  Thanks Ryan.  I love you babe.  Even though that is a really stupid guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-9168621059597799374?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/9168621059597799374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=9168621059597799374' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/9168621059597799374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/9168621059597799374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/12/tomorrow-is-my-pick.html' title='Tomorrow is my pick...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-3556452988532519696</id><published>2007-11-26T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:08:06.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be jealous...</title><content type='html'>I have been reading many blogs of people who were in Abilene or surrounding areas during the grrrrreeeeaaaattttt snow day on Thanksgiving. But I bet you didn't get to experience the snow in a pair of these...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137333561661043618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R0t5p9N_s6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/AYXa9wE5mjA/s320/date+night,+t-day+etc.+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137333570250978226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R0t5qdN_s7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/1rr5bgGQx8Q/s320/date+night,+t-day+etc.+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You shouldn't be jealous. I did look really hot, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update on a few things: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have decided to remodel the pink bathroom. I know, big mistake because pink is really fashionable these days but we are doing it anyway. Here is the progress so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137334845856265154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R0t60tN_s8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/cEFDp_PQWrk/s320/date+night,+t-day+etc.+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137334850151232466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R0t609N_s9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/vVMDrsDkyAM/s320/date+night,+t-day+etc.+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137334858741167074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R0t61dN_s-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ot27vynrXQw/s320/date+night,+t-day+etc.+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new tile is ordered and while I type this Ryan is tearing down more walls and Blakester is jumping all over the place. Speaking of the baby...here is an updated picture. It is a little old, only five weeks left now but it's better than nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137335863763514354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R0t7v9N_s_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/1JUvT5i5Oks/s320/date+night,+t-day+etc.+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look closely, you can see the bird peeking out of my pants...it's never done that before. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-3556452988532519696?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/3556452988532519696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=3556452988532519696' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3556452988532519696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3556452988532519696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-be-jealous.html' title='Don&apos;t be jealous...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/R0t5p9N_s6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/AYXa9wE5mjA/s72-c/date+night,+t-day+etc.+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-3735339612217415109</id><published>2007-11-05T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:02:12.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Hotness</title><content type='html'>We had a really exciting pre-halloween extravaganza at H &amp;amp; J's. Sorry I am a little late posting these. We decided to go over to their house for chili and pumpkin carving and then Ryan thought of dressing up. The only rule was that the costumes had to come from something in your closet. Enjoy...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129538343632219810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Ry_H8jHxrqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qQVSdyXho4s/s320/halloween,+shower+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not want to enlarge this picture because Ryan is wearing a pair of my maternity shorts and I can't promise a family friendly picture if you get too close!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129539559107964594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Ry_JDTHxrrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1kFrRw3tYjc/s320/halloween,+shower+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129539567697899202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Ry_JDzHxrsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XqzeqaCQY4s/s320/halloween,+shower+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes, Lola got to dress up too!! This is actually a pair of kid's pajamas. She hated it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is my 9 week countdown pic. Please don't look too closely at my sicko roots (thank you prenatal vitamins) or my morning face. Ryan decided he wanted to take this before I left for school at 7:00 am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129539571992866514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Ry_JEDHxrtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/V0Rzai0zlaY/s320/halloween,+shower+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This past Saturday we had a couples shower with lots of our friends and family. It was super fun and we got lots of great things! I don't think this is everyone that was there but it is everyone that counts...just kidding!!! We decided to take this pic at the end of the evening so some people were already gone! Thanks to everyone who came, you made it very special for us! And we can't wait to see Blake in her homemade onesies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129539576287833826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Ry_JETHxruI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_WSZf2ArdxE/s320/halloween,+shower+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And yes, ladies as you can see, you made the photo!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the greatest idea ever so you can steal it if you want to.  Each couple decorated a onesie or a hat for Blake.  There were some really awesome ones!!!  She will wear them all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129541315749588722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Ry_KpjHxrvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DwdyMoI-03U/s320/halloween,+shower+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-3735339612217415109?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/3735339612217415109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=3735339612217415109' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3735339612217415109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3735339612217415109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-hotness.html' title='Halloween Hotness'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Ry_H8jHxrqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qQVSdyXho4s/s72-c/halloween,+shower+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1931522184344569965</id><published>2007-10-23T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:37:20.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful weather!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love the fall. I love when it starts to get cold and it gets dark early...that means Christmas and Thanksgiving are right around the corner!!! (Not in that order, of course) Cold weather maternity clothes are few and far between in my closet right now...so I need it to stay fair for a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate when I am lazy and don't blog because then I have a lot to write about but then ADD sets in and I can't sit here and focus long enough to blog about all of it. So here is a brief rundown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the lake with Ryan's family a couple of weekends ago and it was awesome!! I borrowed a maternity swimsuit but luckily was able to keep a tanktop and shorts on most of the time... We ate lots of great food, made campfires and hung out on the lake. It was a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124694924618622978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rx6S4dQj6AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1YR4jAJ--zw/s320/Fall+2007+lake+trip+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124694928913590290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rx6S4tQj6BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RhtCQ5zw8i4/s320/Fall+2007+lake+trip+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I went to Abilene with all of my bff's and had a great time at homecoming. Actually we had much more fun just hanging out at night and talking and laughing. It was great to catch up on some much needed girl time. We all came without our sweet husbands and stayed at the house next door to my parents because they were out of town. So we were all close and no one had to pay for a hotel...does it get any better than that? Saturday my mom's friends gave me a shower and we got lots of super cute stuff...I did not take my camera this weekend (awesome.) so I will have to post pictures later but there are many, many great photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake's bedding is done. And it looks great! I can't decide if I like the pink crib skirt so tell me what you think:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124694885963917282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rx6S2NQj5-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/aCQ-PWuC4os/s320/Fall+2007+lake+trip+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is a picture of the final countdown. I know I haven't done a great job of taking belly pics so I will try and post them these last 10 weeks or so...This picture was taken after teaching 8th graders all day and after date night to Mi Cocina and the bookstore. So excuse the raggedy look on my face!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124695637583194146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rx6Th9Qj6CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1zltH-8q304/s320/fall+2007+lake+trip+038+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-1931522184344569965?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1931522184344569965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1931522184344569965' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1931522184344569965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1931522184344569965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/10/beautiful-weather.html' title='Beautiful weather!!!!!'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rx6S4dQj6AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1YR4jAJ--zw/s72-c/Fall+2007+lake+trip+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-4849255534472690435</id><published>2007-10-03T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:00:12.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are the pics of the tree in the baby room. Ryan did an AWESOME job! I love it so much! Tomorrow I will blog about my first public pregnancy break down. I would do it tonight but I am tired... and it's only 8:52. So, until tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117294588593432482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RwRIUNQj56I/AAAAAAAAAEE/1FLd7kMRHa4/s320/S5000937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DURING:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117294597183367090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RwRIUtQj57I/AAAAAAAAAEM/wRX6XX36e3A/s320/S5000942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;AFTER:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117294601478334402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RwRIU9Qj58I/AAAAAAAAAEU/-5LgQYnih6A/s320/S5000959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And here was my project...her letters on the wall.  I don't know if you can read it but this is officially the first "public" unveiling of her name...If you can't read it then you get to wait in suspense for longer...I hope you can sleep tonight.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117294605773301714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RwRIVNQj59I/AAAAAAAAAEc/85jBh_GmqTo/s320/S5000940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-4849255534472690435?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/4849255534472690435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=4849255534472690435' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4849255534472690435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4849255534472690435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/10/tree.html' title='Tree'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RwRIUNQj56I/AAAAAAAAAEE/1FLd7kMRHa4/s72-c/S5000937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-8612185707596594086</id><published>2007-09-26T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T16:40:27.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step at a Time...</title><content type='html'>Baby room is now mostly painted. We are going to attempt painting a tree on her wall...actually, that is not true. "We" are not going to be that crafty, Ryan is. So here are a few updated pics. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114661026316674914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RvrtGtQj52I/AAAAAAAAADk/_K5T8G2EhwQ/s320/dave,+blake+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114661674856736642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RvrtsdQj54I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZrlFRgmEydg/s320/dave,+blake+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114661030611642226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RvrtG9Qj53I/AAAAAAAAADs/613iiuGY-tE/s320/dave,+blake+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114661683446671250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rvrts9Qj55I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ScL9hYKQMI0/s320/dave,+blake+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to the Dave Matthews concert this weekend with our friends Rick, Amy, Darren and Ann. I have been wanting to see Dave for a really long time! I am a huge fan and I thought the show was great...started off a little slow but he finished well!! So, a few pics from that as well.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114661009136805698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RvrtFtQj50I/AAAAAAAAADU/Fcv7jgS9d7Y/s320/dave,+blake+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114661013431773010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RvrtF9Qj51I/AAAAAAAAADc/jmvZUqwb1fg/s320/dave,+blake+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114661000546871090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RvrtFNQj5zI/AAAAAAAAADM/EiEXJa-b3O0/s320/dave,+blake+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I do see the double chin in this picture....maybe I should stay away from Shipley's donuts during the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, not much else to say today. I am trying to suck less...and I always like blogs with pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-8612185707596594086?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/8612185707596594086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=8612185707596594086' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8612185707596594086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8612185707596594086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-step-at-time.html' title='One Step at a Time...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RvrtGtQj52I/AAAAAAAAADk/_K5T8G2EhwQ/s72-c/dave,+blake+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5280445442069838782</id><published>2007-09-19T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T18:31:09.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck at blogging...</title><content type='html'>That is the conclusion I have come to. I was very dedicated at first...but now I have a really hard time. I used to sin by not updating my blog but still looking at everyone else's. Now I just don't do either. So the other night I got on and spent f-o-r-e-v-e-r reading up on everyone's lives. So I thought, what the heck...I'll see if anyone still checks mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few projects we are working on around the casa.   I know... I 'm retarded and didn't rotate this picture before I put it on here...this is our entry way.  We painted and bought a cute table, hung some pics and found a fabulous zebra rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112090596486041794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RvHLT_8qUMI/AAAAAAAAACs/xa9C_qU5LOk/s320/Ruidosos,house+etc.+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what we are going to do to the front of the house.  Ryan did this handy work all by himself.  We HATE the white columns and the natural wood makes the front of the house look completely different.  Yes, we have only done one so far...we wanted to make sure we liked it first.  Next on the to do list...get rid of the white paint.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112090609370943698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RvHLUv8qUNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lgwWZp6p-Gg/s320/Ruidosos,house+etc.+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We finally picked out some baby bedding.  Does it look a little big for the crib??  Well, that's because it is actually a queen sized bed spread but we loved the material and knew we could find someone fancy enough to turn it into baby bedding for us.  We haven't actually found that person yet but we do have some names.  I would volunteer but I obviously can't since my sewing machine was taken in the summertime robbery.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112090613665911010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RvHLU_8qUOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RNLvetKwj1I/s320/Ruidosos,house+etc.+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And here is what her room looks like so far...boooooorrrrriiiinnnngggg.  We haven't painted, or really done anything besides put the crib together and put her stroller in there.  Lots of work to do.........&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112090622255845618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RvHLVf8qUPI/AAAAAAAAADE/13e5H7-4HkQ/s320/Ruidosos,house+etc.+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5280445442069838782?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5280445442069838782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5280445442069838782' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5280445442069838782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5280445442069838782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-suck-at-blogging.html' title='I suck at blogging...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RvHLT_8qUMI/AAAAAAAAACs/xa9C_qU5LOk/s72-c/Ruidosos,house+etc.+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-2631650332785466685</id><published>2007-08-15T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T09:37:43.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in my Butt...</title><content type='html'>Always a good expression but right now it is my reality.  I am having some sciatic (sp?) nerve issues.  I can't really explain the sensation but every so often hot pain shoots down my butt and sometimes reaches my calf.  It only lasts for a few seconds but afterwards it feels like I just did 100 squats.  This, therefore, makes me waddle.  I was at school yesterday and someone said, it's too early for you to be waddling...thank you.  That is an awesome observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from Ruidoso a few days ago and I haven't reentered the real world yet.  It is 11:30 and I am still in my pajamas.  I am waiting on the carpet installers to get here so maybe I should change soon.  Today, carpet is being put in our bedroom and the front bedroom and yesterday Ryan laid the wood in the baby room.  He is a hot handy man!  Now we just need a few key items like a crib, some bedding, some furniture and a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can CPS be called for a baby that hasn't been born yet?  I decided to paint the entry way this week.  I was really careful and had lots of air flowing through and I stopped about every 10 minutes or so.  But then I was reading in my baby book that said her sweet little brain is doing lots of growing right now.  Great...I may have just ruined her chances of being a national merit scholar because I needed to paint the entry way!!!  Sorry baby rabbit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-2631650332785466685?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/2631650332785466685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=2631650332785466685' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2631650332785466685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2631650332785466685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/08/pain-in-my-butt.html' title='Pain in my Butt...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-8255070632759676281</id><published>2007-07-25T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T09:31:40.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Blogger</title><content type='html'>I tried three different times last week to write a post and everytime I clicked publish it kicked me off!!!  And I tried to leave comments on Molly's and Annalee's blogs and it wouldn't let me leave them.  Stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY GREAT NEWS...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we found out last week that we are having a GIRL!!!!  Ryan and I were both surprised.  Even though I wasn't making a guess, deep down I really thought it was a boy.  I am super excited!  I can't wait to choose bedding and decorate her room.  Ryan has already picked out pink converse, Jordan's and Vans.  We have no name ideas yet, so luckily we still have awhile.  Right now she is being called Rabbit, please see Heathers blog for more info on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY CRAPPY NEWS...&lt;br /&gt;BOTH of our cars were broken into this weekend.  They broke the back windows on both cars and really didn't steal much of value...to them!  They stole my leather school bag (which I love with all of my heart) that had all of my grad stuff in it.  They don't need any of that.  They are probably just going to throw it all away.  They could have just dumped the bag out in my car and taken the leather bag if they really wanted it...stupid idiots.  One bright spot, they cut themselves when they broke into Ryan's car and blood was on his door so CSI came to our house and took a blood sample and dusted for prints.  The CSI guy didn't drive a hummer and didn't have on cool sunglasses so I am not sure if he was for real.  They also stole our (mine and Heather's) sewing machine.  Yes, I know...I should not have had a sewing machine in my car...lesson learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-8255070632759676281?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/8255070632759676281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=8255070632759676281' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8255070632759676281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8255070632759676281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/07/stupid-blogger.html' title='Stupid Blogger'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-4225451826026262666</id><published>2007-07-14T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:09:04.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Shauna...</title><content type='html'>Sorry, Shauna. I did not mean to keep you in suspense for this long. Here are some pics from the trip!  And the much anticipated Vince pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is at the Peabody Hotel in Memphis.  Everyday at 11:00 they have a parade for the ducks that live in their fountain.  The ducks sleep in a house on the roof and ride the elevator down to the first floor and walk across a red carpet to the fountain.  They stay in the fountain all day until 5:00 when they do the parade again back up to their house.  It was awesome!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087099219723799474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RpkByajNy7I/AAAAAAAAACE/ppuOEZa1l1Q/s320/S5000672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I haven't posted a picture of our house lately so here is a random one of our living room.  Okay, not really.  We went to Graceland and this is one of the outstanding rooms in the house.  Unbelievable.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087099228313734082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RpkBy6jNy8I/AAAAAAAAACM/uTKAycsQHLw/s320/S5000679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is one of the awkward time when we were trying to get a picture of Vince Gill without him knowing.  If you look closely you can see him in the background.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087099232608701394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RpkBzKjNy9I/AAAAAAAAACU/HVO_BEaXTGg/s320/S5000718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Heath and his beautiful bride!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087099236903668706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RpkBzajNy-I/AAAAAAAAACc/QzaYE8lBnVA/s320/S5000741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Finally, we got up the courage to get a group shot with Vince. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087099245493603314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RpkBz6jNy_I/AAAAAAAAACk/rtHG_MbePVQ/s320/S5000744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So that's it.  The exciting Vince Gill picture!  My new claim to fame...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-4225451826026262666?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/4225451826026262666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=4225451826026262666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4225451826026262666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4225451826026262666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-shauna.html' title='For Shauna...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RpkByajNy7I/AAAAAAAAACE/ppuOEZa1l1Q/s72-c/S5000672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5836263561315629451</id><published>2007-07-10T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:12:18.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Down to Sex Day</title><content type='html'>I probably could have come up with a better title...it's not what you think.  Only nine more days until we find out the babies gender!  So, I probably should have titled the blog count down to gender day but...sex day is way more fun to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from Tennessee at our friend Heath's wedding...unbelievable!  Amy Grant and Vince Gill sang at the wedding and were just hanging out at the rehearsal dinner and reception.  We did finally get brave enough to ask for a picture with Vince...I'll post that tomorrow.  I haven't uploaded them on the puter yet.  We also hung out in Memphis for a few days before the wedding and went to Graceland...also unbelievable and a little bit ridiculous but we had lots of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started my LAST GRAD CLASS last night!  I think it is going to be great.  I was completely dreading it but the professor is really cool and there aren't many assignments!  Only four weeks and I am free!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much exciting stuff to discuss today.  I'll be more creative tomorrow, I promise!  So let's make this interesting and make baby gender guesses...I have no clue!  I have done all the mumbo jumbo with the chinese calendar and wedding ring over the belly.  I have officially gotten 50-50 results...I have no motherly instinct telling me what the baby is.  Today Ryan tried to ask the baby through my belly button but we didn't get a clear answer.  So, it's up to you...what do you think????  BOY???  GIRL???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5836263561315629451?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5836263561315629451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5836263561315629451' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5836263561315629451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5836263561315629451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/07/count-down-to-sex-day.html' title='Count Down to Sex Day'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-949220726353185883</id><published>2007-06-27T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:35:31.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumbo Shrimp</title><content type='html'>This week the baby is the size of a jumbo shrimp...weird! Most of the info I have read refers to the baby as the size of a lime or small orange but this was definitely the first time I had heard jumbo shrimp. That sounds a little more creepy than cute...but I am a science teacher so I like creepy! I am 13 weeks and am not really showing at all. For those of you who have seen me recently...yes, I know I am growing in other areas but as far as I know babies don't live in back fat. The only times my tummy pokes out is when I am bloated or I just ate supper. I definitely look more pregnant at night than in the morning. Slide into the jeans at 7:00 am...1:00 pm undoing the button, 4:00 pm lucky if they are still zipped and by 8:00 I don't have to worry if they are zipped or buttoned because they aren't going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ahead a took some tattoo pictures for everyone. The first one is what my tattoo looks like in the morning and the second is what it looks like by the end of the day. So we can all just imagine what it will look like after nine months of this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080937450954915154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RoMdsRIlfVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NSWtwFxhY8g/s320/bird13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9:00 pm&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080937450954915170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RoMdsRIlfWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/P5Dpzn3_Pmg/s320/bird71.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-949220726353185883?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/949220726353185883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=949220726353185883' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/949220726353185883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/949220726353185883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/06/jumbo-shrimp.html' title='Jumbo Shrimp'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RoMdsRIlfVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NSWtwFxhY8g/s72-c/bird13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5974962462306429066</id><published>2007-06-08T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T10:21:32.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News...</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone is ever going to read this blog again because of my 40 plus day hiatus (sp?)...I was busy gathering all of the animals in the world and putting them in pairs of two...but just in case anyone is still out there, here is an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who read my blog and don't know (there can't be many of you) I am pregnant! I will be 11 weeks tomorrow and so far b-dub (baby Ware) is doing great. I have no pics to post because I have not taken any.  Everyone does the belly pictures so I guess I will too but I decided not to start that game until week 12.  Why? I have no idea... I was trying to be creative and come up with some other body part to take pictures of instead of my belly but the only ones that are changing would not be appropriate to post on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could take a picture of my tattoo...it was a really great idea at the time, I promise.  Right now it is a cute little dove but by the end of this thing it could be the size of a falcon.  That could be fun...we'll see if I am brave enough to put those pics out on the world wide web.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5974962462306429066?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5974962462306429066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5974962462306429066' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5974962462306429066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5974962462306429066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-news.html' title='Big News...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-3769707066064341795</id><published>2007-04-25T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:41:12.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH</title><content type='html'>This house thing is going to be the death of me...I don't even want to get into all of the caca that has been going on because, believe me, you don't want to hear it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted lately because a tree fell over in our backyard and pulled out our phone line. yipppeee...that is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather just searched me on the internet (the "Meredith needs..." thing) and here is what we got:&lt;br /&gt;Meredith needs:&lt;br /&gt; 6. written and oral communication skills.&lt;br /&gt; 5.  to be given medication throughout the day.  (they don't know how true this is)&lt;br /&gt;4.  a new facility specifically designed for continuing education.&lt;br /&gt;3.  to assert herself a little more, sometimes she blends into the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;2.  a break. (ha!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;1.  to get out and live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to do this...got a few laughs out of me on a very stress filled day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-3769707066064341795?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/3769707066064341795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=3769707066064341795' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3769707066064341795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3769707066064341795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/04/aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhh.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-4034649727929548911</id><published>2007-04-08T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:56:30.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots and lots of posts...</title><content type='html'>Guess what I should be doing right now?? Yep...writing a paper.  I started already, really...it is currently a tab at the bottom of my screen right now and I am already on the third page.  It is due today (I am not competely crazy, I do realize it is Sunday...) and really I am ahead of schedule because I thought that I was going to be up super late tonight finishing it because I thought Ryan's parents would be in town this afternoon and then I thought we would have small group but neither one is the case.  Unfortunately Ryan's mom got sick last night so they left to go home early this morning.  And small group was moved to last night but we couldn't go cause the fam was in town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being completely crazy, the last few days I have said and typed some really weird things.  Now, I am not the best typist in the world but it is usually due to the fact that I don't really know where all of the keys are not because I am crazy (Flashback to the post when I didn't use the backspace key...).  But yesterday I was typing my post and wrote "house in the rooms" instead of "rooms in the house".  That is just weird.  Then yesterday we were at IKEA and I said to Ryan "Isn't this a really great chucar?"  What the heck is chucar???  I was trying to say color...those words aren't even close!  Then last night I took out some pants that my mom bought me (thanks mom!) to show Ryan and I said "They aren't exciting or anything, they are just brown."  Why is that wierd, you ask???  The pants aren't brown...they are blue!!  I am officially losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Ryan and I laughed really hard at a bumper sticker...I don't usually laugh out loud at bumper stickers but this one was funny (maybe because I can relate) so I thought I would leave you with this closing thought:&lt;br /&gt;I am only speeding because I really have to poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-4034649727929548911?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/4034649727929548911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=4034649727929548911' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4034649727929548911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/4034649727929548911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/04/lots-and-lots-of-posts.html' title='Lots and lots of posts...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-6479479285989402191</id><published>2007-04-07T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T09:41:12.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ryan met with the inspector and everything checked out okay. So...I guess we will be moving in about 3 weeks!!! I think that there are a few more loose ends to tie up but the inspection was the biggest hump to get over. Here are a few more pics of the house:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the back of the house (obviously).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050726119183801186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RhfIpT-822I/AAAAAAAAABU/50Ji2qIOZ3A/s320/New+House+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050726136363670386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RhfIqT-823I/AAAAAAAAABc/Ae5hsklHt6o/s320/New+House+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the back yard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050726140658637698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RhfIqj-824I/AAAAAAAAABk/AXrIOSXOH0U/s320/New+House+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is probably the only room in the house that we won't change.  Just kidding.  This is the second bath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050726153543539602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RhfIrT-825I/AAAAAAAAABs/ZSsWcDPEiBQ/s320/New+House+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is going to be our living room.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-6479479285989402191?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/6479479285989402191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=6479479285989402191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6479479285989402191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6479479285989402191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/04/house-update.html' title='House update'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RhfIpT-822I/AAAAAAAAABU/50Ji2qIOZ3A/s72-c/New+House+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-2274710476485378202</id><published>2007-04-05T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T17:28:42.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crap load of stuff to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What does that mean actually??? A crap load? I say that quite a bit and just realized it doesn't make since. I love the movie Sweet Home Alabama ( I love all Reese W. movies) and in one scene when she comes to Alabama from New York and wants her husband to sign the divorce papers and he says "Are you sh**in" me?" And she says "No, I am not sh**ing you. I never understood that expression any way." (Or something like that) It cracks me up everytime!!! The phrases we use are funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The month of April is going to be a crazy one. I had a paper due today, one due tomorrow and a presentation on Tuesday night. In between all of this my parents and Ryan's parents are coming in town, we are supposed to go to a Ranger's game Monday night and I am driving for a field trip on Tuesday. But the good thing is that once Tuesday is over, I have about two weeks until anything major is due again. Then is hits like a ton of bricks a second time. So in other words, I should definitely be working right now and not typing this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a counter offer on the house, we accepted it with a few stipulations and they signed the contract. The inspector is meeting Ryan in the morning and we should know by tomorrow afternoon if we are getting the house. I think that the inspection will go well but I don't want to get my hopes up too soon! Here is a picture of the outside. I will have Ryan take some more pics tomorrow. I hope this doesn't jinx it! Just kidding.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050105114157439826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RhWT2D-821I/AAAAAAAAABM/JQeqF8NzTnc/s320/house.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI:  When I posted the picture I widened it to make the house look extra big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-2274710476485378202?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/2274710476485378202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=2274710476485378202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2274710476485378202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/2274710476485378202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/04/crap-load-of-stuff-to-do.html' title='A crap load of stuff to do...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/RhWT2D-821I/AAAAAAAAABM/JQeqF8NzTnc/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-1895987722760488801</id><published>2007-04-02T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T16:27:35.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times they are a-changin'</title><content type='html'>It (of course) has been awhile since my last post.  Thank you for reminding me Tara... So here is a little update on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nine hours I am currently taking in school is biting me on the you-know-what right now.  I three things due every week in April (papers, tests, presentations), so needless to say, I am a bit busy this month, but this will soon all be over.  If I live until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My students have been excellent for the last few weeks!!!  Praise the Lord for that.  I am spread so thin right now that I give about 40% in all areas of my life and that just doesn't work real well when you have 28 faces looking at you first thing in the morning.  But they have been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I got a membership to a gym and have had record breaking attendance (for us at least) I am going to get totally buff...watch out Chyna (WWF reference here...Ryan just told me to put her name).  She is a little manly...so hopefully he wasn't making a direct coorelation between us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I have been house hunting since around Christmas and have finally found something we like so we may put an offer on the house sometime this week.  It's scary.... We got some really great insight from our small group last night...thanks everyone!  (because I know ALL of you read this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my internship set up for this summer which means I am almost officially getting ready to be done with grad school!  Hip..hip...hoorrraaaayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not much else is going on :)  This post is very boring and I am sorry.  I will work on some more material for Wed.  Can't post tomorrow, I have class!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-1895987722760488801?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/1895987722760488801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=1895987722760488801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1895987722760488801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/1895987722760488801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/04/times-they-are-changin.html' title='Times they are a-changin&apos;'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-3267653843895802155</id><published>2007-03-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:39:57.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pics from the trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf86WIDZfyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kXe0VMXfOiQ/s1600-h/Disney+World+07+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043814259471515426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf86WIDZfyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kXe0VMXfOiQ/s320/Disney+World+07+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is actually from our last night at D.W.  Ryan and Bowen were enjoying the light parade and fireworks at Magic Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf86WoDZfzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/z05UoW5Zz6E/s1600-h/Disney+World+07+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043814268061450034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf86WoDZfzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/z05UoW5Zz6E/s320/Disney+World+07+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Ryan helping push a lady up a hill.  Her motorized scooter/wheelchair died at the bottom of the hill.  A little momentum and she was on her way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf86W4DZf0I/AAAAAAAAABE/R3J4_A9XrpI/s1600-h/Disney+World+07+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043814272356417346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf86W4DZf0I/AAAAAAAAABE/R3J4_A9XrpI/s320/Disney+World+07+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at...you guessed it!  Epcot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf84noDZftI/AAAAAAAAAAM/71P9nC0TjCo/s1600-h/Disney+World+07+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043812361095970514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="303" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf84noDZftI/AAAAAAAAAAM/71P9nC0TjCo/s320/Disney+World+07+010.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laine with face paint in Animal Kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf84oIDZfuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_ZKWveLgm6Q/s1600-h/Disney+World+07+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043812369685905122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf84oIDZfuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_ZKWveLgm6Q/s320/Disney+World+07+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Heather on the jungle safari. It was grrrrreeeattttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf84oYDZfvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l55CHbmtcLE/s1600-h/Disney+World+07+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043812373980872434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf84oYDZfvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l55CHbmtcLE/s320/Disney+World+07+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are our new sunglasses we bought at Animal Kingdom. Not really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf84o4DZfwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O0TG-JXHv3k/s1600-h/Disney+World+07+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043812382570807042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf84o4DZfwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O0TG-JXHv3k/s320/Disney+World+07+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan and Jazz-man. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043812391160741650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf84pYDZfxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fIe9qt0oB_c/s320/Disney+World+07+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More sweet sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The trip was awesome!  I will totally go again someday.  Or I would love to go skiing or to New York next year...Mom???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-3267653843895802155?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/3267653843895802155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=3267653843895802155' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3267653843895802155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/3267653843895802155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/03/few-pics-from-trip.html' title='A few pics from the trip...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/Rf86WIDZfyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kXe0VMXfOiQ/s72-c/Disney+World+07+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-8415391732678626223</id><published>2007-03-11T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:59:38.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No comments from me...</title><content type='html'>I just realized that everytime I have left a comment on someone blog recently it hasn't posted.  I traded over to the "new blogger" and I didn't know that I had to verify my stuff before it would let  me leave a comment.  So...to all of my blogging friends I have been reading your blogs and I have actually commented on many but it hasn't worked.  Sorry friends!  I do still love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving for Disney World in about 7 hours. I can't put in words how excited I am.  I am 26 years old and I have never been.  My parents are paying for the whole family to go so we are definitely going to have some fun!  I will post many pictures when we return.  I love spring break.  I know that many of you out there that have "real" jobs no longer get to enjoy spring break and for you, I am sorry.  I have had a spring break my whole life.  When you go from being in school to teaching school, you still get the same rewards.  So, even though no matter how hard I try I will never make big bucks...I am happy right where I sit.  Because not only are we off for one whole week, this summer will almost be a full three months. (due to the later start in August.)  So keep your money, Texas, I'll take the vacation time.  (But I would totally not argue if they decided to increase teacher salaries...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-8415391732678626223?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/8415391732678626223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=8415391732678626223' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8415391732678626223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/8415391732678626223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-comments-from-me.html' title='No comments from me...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-5325735182871361518</id><published>2007-02-27T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:04:29.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>I already have it and it isn't even March yet.  I know that I am getting the itch when my students begin to annoy me for no reason.  It's not their fault (at least not all of it.), I just am in the mood to be outside, sitting in the sun reading a good book and worrying about absolutley nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, YES we did complete the half marathon with our full marathon numbers.  It really wasn't that big of a deal.  They just marked a huge red A across our chest when we finished...Not really.  It was great.  I will post pictures (and would have sooner) when I can figure out my camera.  It's not new really, I just don't remember how to make the pics appear on my computer.  I thought that I was going to be really amazed with my skills whenever we finished and I thought that I would want to brag to everyone that I JUST RAN 13.1 MILES!!!! but I didn't really feel that way.  Mainly I just wanted to brag about not having to run ever again if I didn't want to!  I didn't run all last week and I actually got the urge to hit the road again on Sunday but I didn't.  I think I will start running again...in fact, I am declaring that this Wednesday will be my first run since the half marathon.  There, I said it.  Now I can't back down...or can I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-5325735182871361518?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/5325735182871361518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=5325735182871361518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5325735182871361518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/5325735182871361518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/02/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-6527900308740570772</id><published>2007-02-21T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:06:05.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Weird Things...</title><content type='html'>Actually, I don't think they are weird, I think they are totally rational but other people might think they are a little strange.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am deathly (obviously a bit of an over statement) afraid of grasshoppers.  I believe I have explained this fear in a previous post so I won't go in to great detail.  If you need more info I will share.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am equally as fearful of fish.  Not fish in my fish tank at school...that would be silly.  I am afraid of being in the lake with fish.  I get anxiety every time someone mentions going to the lake.  I absolutely refuse to just swim in a lake.  That is not fun for me at all!!!  Anytime I have ever gone water skiing I look like a complete idiot because when I fall I splash like a freaking psycho until I get back in the boat.  I am not 100% sure if I am more scared of the fish or the unknown.  There could be a 12 foot baracuda swimming right underneath me and the thought of that makes me wet my pants a little as I type this...&lt;br /&gt;3.  I like to swallow gum. Not little pieces of gum, I can handle those.  I am talking about bubble gum (Bubble Yum to be exact) when I put a big juicy piece of gum in my mouth it takes all my will power not to swallow it.  I used to do it all the time.  Then I had some issues with my appendix and someone told me that swallowing gum can cause those types of problems and I stopped...but I still get the urge every now and then and I have to spit it out immediately.&lt;br /&gt;4.  When I find a bra that fits really well I wear it until it falls apart.  I think I have some bras that are like seven years old...that is kind of gross when I actually type it out and put that information out there.  I hear Victoria's Secret calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I love to fall asleep during movies.  I love the way it feels when you are fighting off sleep because you really want to watch the movie but then you just give in because closing your eyes feels sooooo goooood.  Ryan does not really enjoy this about me. &lt;br /&gt;6.  I have weird superstitions when I play tennis.  They used to be really bad when I played in high school.  Like one time, I took my watch off during a match and set it on the back of the court by the fence.  I won the next two games so when I went to pick it up because we were changing sides I noticed exactly how it was sitting and instead of throwing it in my bag I took it to the other side of the court and set it up the exact same way.  I did that for the remainder of the match...there are others but they get a little wordy and I am tired of typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-6527900308740570772?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/6527900308740570772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=6527900308740570772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6527900308740570772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/6527900308740570772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/02/6-weird-things.html' title='6 Weird Things...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-117167302645026282</id><published>2007-02-16T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T16:43:46.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIIIIIIIIGGGGG  MISTAKE</title><content type='html'>I made a HUGE...huge mistake this week.  I am used to making small mistakes pretty much everyday but it has been awhile since I have screwed the pooch as bad as I did this week.  I would like for you to take a minute and think about the last time you made a huge mistake.  I'm not talking about something bad that happened TO you, I'm talking about something that YOU did, something YOU had control over.  ( If this is bringing back terrible memories, please forget your mistake and live vicariously through mine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so, we have been training for a half marathon since about October.  I have known since then that we were going to run the Austin Marathon, which is this weekend, since OCTOBER.  We have been running every week, long runs on the weekend, I checked the website to see how much is cost to register, I even saw that there was a date when the price went up and I told all of my friends so they would be sure to register on time.  ( do you see where this is going already?)  So, even though I have known for approximately 5 months that I would be running this particular half marathon on this particular weekend...I forgot to register.  So, I get on the website this week to see when late registration is and the half marathon is FULL and they are accepting NO MORE ENTRIES!!!!!!!  WHAT???!!!????  I flipped.  Not just a little.  I am talking panic attack, flip out.  I called Ryan and I think I hung up on him in mid-sentence so that I could call my mom and I was able to choke out what happened and I was so delirious that I couldn't find my Dad's number on my phone and almost called Durham bus services because it was right below Dad.  Finally, I composed myself and called the Austin marathon people and said surely this is a mistake, I mean, I'm nice, I screwed up and can you PLEASE let me in???  Did I mention that this means Ryan isn't registered either and we are meeting my sister, dad, sister's friend, Audrey and others to run in this thing.  So it's not like this just affected me and Ryan.  I just wanted to let you know what type of screw up scale we are talking about here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are still going.  We are still running.  But we are registering for the full marathon because there are still 850 spots for the marathon.  Are we running the full marathon uhhhhh...no.  We are just paying $120 each for the full marathon (instead of $60 each for the half) and we are only running the half.  Sounds cool, right?  I am such an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-117167302645026282?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/117167302645026282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=117167302645026282' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/117167302645026282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/117167302645026282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/02/biiiiiiiiggggg-mistake.html' title='BIIIIIIIIGGGGG  MISTAKE'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-117081492313174643</id><published>2007-02-06T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:22:03.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I'm a little bit awkward...</title><content type='html'>I am not really that good at small talk, this is when I tend to say the awkward things to people.  I am not sure what makes me think that I need to fill silence with random words but I do.  For example, one night Ryan and I were eating out and we saw a couple that we knew.  I had heard that she was pregnant so I asked her about it and she told me that she was due on Christmas day.  So what do I say?  "Oh, so you are going to have a werewolf?!?"  Yes, you just read that right.  But you can go back and read it again if you want to.  I don't know why I said it.  It just came out.  I'm not even sure if that is true but I think I heard an old wives tale once that said babies born on Christmas were werewolves.  Can anyone verify this?  Dad, are you reading this?  But even if it is an actual "old wives tale" that isn't even the point!!  Who says that???  Normally when I say weird things Ryan at least gives me a courtesy laugh and then tries to direct the attention away from my awkward moment but even he couldn't help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because I am such a poor small talker I actually fear situations where small talk is going to be necessary.  Another example:  If I see someone I know in public, I immediately get anxious and turn bright red.  It is not because I don't like them or I am embarrassed, it's because I am worried that I won't be able to come up with something meaningful to say.  I have diagnosed myself with small talk anxiety disorder.  I just can't do it.  And if there is a time when I am actually being successful at "small talk" I go on and on for so long about random subjects that it actually becomes "long talk" and no longer falls under the category of "small talk" anymore.  And those of you that know me, know that I am completely capable of "long talk."  But even then, I think that I have a disorder because I will come away from a conversation and think, "Did I even let the other person say anything??"  So if you have ever fallen victim to my small talk anxiety disorder or have ever been completely overwhelmed by a conversation you have had with me because I didn't let you get a word in edge-wise, I am sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is random...but at least I am blogging again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-117081492313174643?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/117081492313174643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=117081492313174643' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/117081492313174643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/117081492313174643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-im-little-bit-awkward.html' title='Sometimes I&apos;m a little bit awkward...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-117038487656031354</id><published>2007-02-01T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T18:54:36.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even have a good excuse...</title><content type='html'>So you aren't going to get one.  I was trying to decide what to blog about for my return to the blogging world.  In the past I have just done one big update on my life but that sounds way to involved and a little bit boring.  So I am just going to pick a random topic.  Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here is my list of pet peeves (sp?).  Actually they may not all be "pet peeves" but they are things that bother me:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Water around the sink.  Because when you are tall you lean over to look in the mirror and the water gets on your pants.  Plus it just looks gross.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Morning breath. &lt;br /&gt;3.  Shaving my legs and having them immediately start to grow back as soon as I step foot out of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Cutting myself shaving...I mean seriously, I have been doing this for about 15 years and I still can't get it right?&lt;br /&gt;5.  When my students ask me where they turn in an assignment.  They have turned in assignments TO THE SAME PLACE ALL YEAR...figure it out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6.  I take the time to paint my toenails then I go run and they are all chipped and stupid looking.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Having to charge my cell phone.  They should have created something by now that just works forever.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Waking up at the crack of dawn every morning.  Of course my school district would decide to change the middle school start time to 8:30 NEXT year when I might not be there any more...thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Getting a blow out and not really knowing how to change a flat but trying to pretend so that hopefully someone would stop to help me.  Trying relentlessly to pull the spare out of the trunk and saying a bad word right as a nice man walks up to help me, reaches in and unscrews a cap keeping my spare tire in place...the tire then came right out.&lt;br /&gt;10.  The fact that I still have to look at the keys to type because if I don't then my sentences might look something like this:  Me love you long tim...  Me lobe you long time... You are ruining my joke, get out of my offive.  ( Please tell me that some of you watch the Office...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this blog seems sort of negative.  I am actually in a very good mood and I hope this just made you laugh and wasn't actually a downer to anyone!  Have a great day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for finally posting, Meredith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-117038487656031354?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/117038487656031354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=117038487656031354' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/117038487656031354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/117038487656031354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-even-have-good-excuse.html' title='I don&apos;t even have a good excuse...'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-116681680952746100</id><published>2006-12-22T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T11:46:49.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...a long time ago.  Sorry Shauna!</title><content type='html'>A - Available or single: That doesn't make sense.  Aren't you available when you are single?  Anyway, I am neither.&lt;br /&gt;B - Best Friend: Ryan Matthew&lt;br /&gt;C - Cake or Pie: Cheesecake...which I am not sure falls under either cateogry but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;D - Drink of choice: Coca-cola&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential Item you use everyday: hair stuff...it doesn't even matter what kind.  have you seen my hair without product???  Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite color: Green&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy Bears or worms: Worms&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown: Abilene, Tx&lt;br /&gt;I - Indulgence: I don't know what this word means.  Ok, I just asked Heather...probably getting my hair cut and colored.  I don't like to tell Ryan how much it cost so this has got to be it.&lt;br /&gt;J - January or February: January.  Because it doesn't have a silent "r" that makes it hard to spell.&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids &amp; Names: None. &lt;br /&gt;L - Life is Incomplete Without?  Laughter.  Ryan makes me laugh everyday.  We just watched Little Miss Sunshine and there is the funniest part where the car horn won't stop honking...I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.  &lt;br /&gt;M - Marriage Date: July 12, 2003&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of Siblings: 1-Heather&lt;br /&gt;O - Oranges or Apples: Apples&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobias or Fears: Fish and grasshoppers.  I hate both.  Grasshoppers are ridiculous.  I could go on and on about how stupid it is that when you come up behind one and you think you can scare it and make it jump forward but it really turns on you and comes straight at you like a C 130 and lands on you with its nasty grippy legs and...you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;Q - Fave Quote: "You ate an entire wheel of cheese?  You pooped in the refrigerator? I'm not even mad, that's amazing!"  Ron Burgundy&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to Smile: When your student names your class turtle tes-tes because he saw the word in the back of the science book and didn't look at the definition.&lt;br /&gt;S - Season: Winter because you can go skiing.&lt;br /&gt;T - Tag 3 or 4 people: heather, Robin, and all of the rest of you that haven't done this.&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown Fact about Me: Currently my hair is blackish-red due to a poor attempt at self coloring. Hopefully it will be normal again by the time I see any of you.  But I promised pictures that I'll post soon.&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetable You Don't Like:  Tomatoes and mayonnaise.  neither one is a vegetable but I don't like either of them.&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst Habit: Overanalyzing my imperfections. &lt;br /&gt;X - Xrays: Had one a few months ago due to a severe muscle spasm in my neck.  I was heavily medicated and could barely stand still long enough to let them take the picture.  I have also had several on my back, quite a few MRI's and an upper GI.&lt;br /&gt;Y - Your Fave Food: Pei Wei - really anthing from here&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac Sign: Leo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-116681680952746100?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/116681680952746100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=116681680952746100' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/116681680952746100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/116681680952746100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2006/12/taggeda-long-time-ago-sorry-shauna.html' title='Tagged...a long time ago.  Sorry Shauna!'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19896183.post-116673378579569582</id><published>2006-12-21T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:43:05.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I turned my hair marroon.  Actually it is a little but fuscia.  How you ask?  I like to think that I am a hair dresser sometimes and can dye my own hair.  I went a little too dark and too red and taadaa....fuscia.  Laine asked for a barber chair for Christmas so next time I'll just get her to do it.  Can't get any worse.  I'll post a picture later.  We are going to Abilene today so I will post a before and after.  After?  you say.  Yes, I'm thinking that if I put an ash brown color on top of it then it will even out the red.  See...I am practically a hairdresser.  Anyone want to be my first client????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19896183-116673378579569582?l=meredithware.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/feeds/116673378579569582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19896183&amp;postID=116673378579569582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/116673378579569582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19896183/posts/default/116673378579569582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meredithware.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Mere Ware</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07691725429945372359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASoXzDkW42I/SvtPDd33suI/AAAAAAAAAzo/NxYctopoXto/S220/IMG_3147.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
