tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611516869292391682024-02-21T03:43:42.097-08:00Outnumbered by BoysThree boys and me...
welcome to my wild and crazy days!!!Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-60163656148898130792010-05-20T14:45:00.000-07:002010-05-21T18:00:57.222-07:00A Day of HealthDue to my strong family history with breast cancer, I am already having to have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mammograms</span> and ultrasounds done. And I gotta tell ya, I am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sooooo</span> thankful my doc is starting this now. It really helps to put me at ease.<br /><br />Today's experience was actually quite nice.<br />I had a great parking space,<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDv_hUfAkBDQlNbkbGJ5yQgerq-Ih_SLaO_BcOAnoq-fkC43TU_yPF3NFU9Kn4IHb9v1praqOTFg_SxklFLTrn9CX1ak1uWi4Jux_2tqfuFRq-SUk2Xv5p_n6APadEwlm7h5xE6BGjJo/s1600/sign.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473472003189965954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDv_hUfAkBDQlNbkbGJ5yQgerq-Ih_SLaO_BcOAnoq-fkC43TU_yPF3NFU9Kn4IHb9v1praqOTFg_SxklFLTrn9CX1ak1uWi4Jux_2tqfuFRq-SUk2Xv5p_n6APadEwlm7h5xE6BGjJo/s400/sign.jpg" border="0" /></a> was given a pretty bracelet,<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5AYWOHlfjmybPhkwV-RTkNUSTMgpLggOCTQuhvROmvFEMCA828vY4-1YRLgjFJECDSHKU8Ikg-wT7yHPJf2jSKCoDejaGQ9jU_tF0siKigfODeFKPL2ZnMigByllsAzEC-GnQknfrek/s1600/tag.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473472000886305122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5AYWOHlfjmybPhkwV-RTkNUSTMgpLggOCTQuhvROmvFEMCA828vY4-1YRLgjFJECDSHKU8Ikg-wT7yHPJf2jSKCoDejaGQ9jU_tF0siKigfODeFKPL2ZnMigByllsAzEC-GnQknfrek/s400/tag.jpg" border="0" /></a> and I was able to snuggle up in a warmed blanket while I waited for the radiologist. It was very relaxing and oh, so quiet. (Did I mention I was there without kids?)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhoBaMOAJe2GHmxTdIHbRF2Z3o9kCB0um2BtpPaLY8uqWlNQxhzNJodGnqKVpLAM5HL5PnF2tHZP7JIlaxe1R7J_bHV0Z-H0cgFbijBHr3cv3RghKHree1XdJahEpYg1pZAWYI_zTVIc/s1600/blanket.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473471994488266978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhoBaMOAJe2GHmxTdIHbRF2Z3o9kCB0um2BtpPaLY8uqWlNQxhzNJodGnqKVpLAM5HL5PnF2tHZP7JIlaxe1R7J_bHV0Z-H0cgFbijBHr3cv3RghKHree1XdJahEpYg1pZAWYI_zTVIc/s400/blanket.jpg" border="0" /></a> What more could a girl want?</div><div></div><div>Well, actually I can think of a few silly ways to answer that question. But seriously though, a girl can want a healthy report, and I got one! Woo-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hoo</span>! One down, a lifetime more to go.<br /><br /></div><div>And it wasn't just me that was taken care of today. While at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Petsmart</span> buying crickets for the toad the boys found over the weekend, we noticed a parakeet that was trapped upside-down behind his feeder.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj55DgP5eCySh53DN8fmLXPNcPBHjL0gE8u_b5OO_r1dWwqT4DjjYqy5ayabjg3tHAM5L3Fx4rvPlf63jlZMigkPWot0Y-fe1bM0JiWYYIkXNZDWGO1MIV5UOWqLOzrUh0F8xzJAy9yc8E/s1600/bird.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473471989741472434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj55DgP5eCySh53DN8fmLXPNcPBHjL0gE8u_b5OO_r1dWwqT4DjjYqy5ayabjg3tHAM5L3Fx4rvPlf63jlZMigkPWot0Y-fe1bM0JiWYYIkXNZDWGO1MIV5UOWqLOzrUh0F8xzJAy9yc8E/s400/bird.jpg" border="0" /></a> We told an associate and they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">immediately</span> came to his rescue. Who knows how long he had been stuck!! Poor little winged fellow. But what was really interesting to watch was the white parakeet that stayed next to him as if he was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">offering</span> his feather friend support. He'd anxiously hop all around the area trying to examine the situation while bobbing his head up, down and all around as if he were making a plan on how to free his frantic friend. The other birds in the cage didn't seem to be phased in the least, but this one little guy stuck it out (or maybe I should say 'hopped' and 'bobbed' it out) with his buddy. What a sweet friend! Wait. Can birds have friends? Well, you know what they say... "Birds of a feather flock together." <span style="font-size:78%;">ha ha </span></div><div><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-90133732851491773942010-05-09T17:59:00.000-07:002010-05-09T19:51:25.211-07:00My Sixth Mother's Day......was special. Every day with my kids is special (well, <em>almost</em> every day). I felt very loved and appreciated, so thank you to my sweet boys!!!!! I was showered with gifts from both of them.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Grant</span> made these at school for me...<br />a picture of him holding flowers<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469440572398182178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zzauDKlIz1CbxdrEAvrlfKSsf4g09PshfyBfhNE0O-h3ZK6sMchVWfZ4tl4Dw5tTJ7j_YcmUta5y1FDPHSIMPLVLANiKeh8wIBjNMij-HLySEDmlKcq0YqimQGsRaVDdAMa_u3fSfh4/s400/IMG_0432.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />and a card (that truly cracks me up)!!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469441192838801378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLrVp_1H-CZukMXwhL92ICB_pQpBilE4tZIrDrrw91OQ__T60GqUAj-tVYNymYs2E3FAEiXQrHqvIhR260yET9ZQLtjBLlKqHSYGc-PhacO8QPTp5z7jVlG6BMOqf6l38mUhZ9wmsw2gY/s400/IMG_0434.jpg" border="0" /><br />Since you can't read it, allow me... "I love you when you take me to Mexico to see my great-great-grandfather."<br /><br />I have just laughed and laughed over his words for three reasons. 1) I took him to NEW Mexico. Not Mexico. 2) While there, he saw his great-grandfather. Not his great-<em>great</em>-grandfather.<br />3) I only took him once ~ had <em>no</em> idea it meant so much to him. It's funny he picked this, out of all the other things I do for him, to put on my card. What a nut. <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Yet it still doesn't top the year</span> <a href="http://www.andreanchad.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Gabby</span> </a><span style="color:#33ccff;">said, "My mommy is <em>almost</em> pretty." </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">******And as you might have imagined, Mom and Aunt Jessica, there are drawings of wind turbines <strong>all</strong> over it.</span><br /><br />Grant also gave me a store-bought card, and I gotta say, I laughed OUT LOUD at this one! Really loud!<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">front </span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469447214042729810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8oqGNk80NXe2BeRQBP9eiYtSYxVObDwcfyATUJl39abv20Y91YI77DC9MHINskCxtctQYKHYrCbGqT8tjoZzE1Exykl418ykTRJZDfd93CMLM9A6F_rp89ch8eqGdckVajDw24oO5jA/s400/IMG_0430.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">inside</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469447223707454866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocivjfzUApZeHLmxnhp9x88B9EhOWegeUDe66MefpDuXHyue1WALOZ__ODrNU9UIDy18nv8v9Xt1E14V1pxqH9q9TuKuEZdSZyfN7Xt3DZPS6PXbTn86KK6IFLM5ob_ayfJdgsqG1Xe4/s400/IMG_0431.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">And that, dear readers, quite simply sums up what life with </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Grant is <em>really</em> like!!!!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Rhett</span> made several things at school, too, but I've put my favorite below - what a ham!!! And you just won't believe how proud he is of this paper!!!!! He loves to tell anyone who will listen that that is a picture of HIM, and that is also HIS <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hand print</span> (which he will then prove by placing his stubby little right hand on top of it - in case you were doubting his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sincerity</span>).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469440551420653954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-valPFj-zCkld4mz-QVb8jeUPOPqYfwU0qJ952SYeurRUQTbWm6IrZRvVxlVsRU0ol4XMI04WamKkHbAlJmpxpvu8dloVPOOSCFxtKIlojuvo9pWl0PnC0iyiYajFwL9lmkp46rgAtbs/s400/IMG_0437.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />I also received an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">iphone</span></span>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know, I know - I'm getting into the ballgame quite late, but hey - - - - what did you expect?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469440541828503170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6bPsszA9N7L4W4S5WR5Su1pTJEhWNeToxqUuCGVLohUxv9kvy-OZIwKCuwziXT3gMC6YtDu5LYAgaBK8MTowYIVvPOYIu9_6n9tiMk9sZxt06C88Z47ZG9lUJSYZVilbFDOUyQpNGyk/s400/IMG_0438.jpg" border="0" /><br />The Mother's Day celebrations don't end there! Grant lost his first tooth the night before! <span style="font-size:78%;">So what if I cried a little?</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469441209649561730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp-ClvnWZMVl04Srj5_DaxH0WyhGUwcW_b7AGeuVp4HSl-bsy52229HeGyIPxNwat3205cTH9Shyphenhyphen1itt1zzuaiycKzxjD4rZry6l2QllgywFn8pDTFmsWBpNiNxIa18bj8jppEYx9Ciyg/s400/IMG_0423.jpg" border="0" /><br />He thought just 'some' of it came out (because it was so small), but was extra excited to learn that the whole thing <strong><em>had</em></strong> actually come out, and that baby teeth really are that tiny!<br /><br />This event, of course, meant that the Tooth Fairy would be visiting our house for the first time. Man, oh, man! She came, alright!!!!!!! This morning, Grant HAPPILY awoke to this beneath his pillow...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469441200071967682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_YvauvHavdOlw_KODgdb9cbx7ca-85HZhBbjZnfdnXYanFmnRcFmOXC5ghjxYgkVa3WxY_BSjGZtw0P-26F5O6ufTWhtYZ7zCx-VMwizLwpFr70hb7a8qMYPG1roldd7PiPojYq_4vA/s400/IMG_0428.jpg" border="0" /><br />Yip - it seems we had TWO Tooth Fairies visit us last night. One of them left what <strong><em>she</em></strong> thought was a very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sizable</span> gift of $3 since the first tooth is worth extra, ya know? Imagine her surprise the following morning when she learned that her partner had also visited Grant that night and left a WHOPPING $10!!!!!!!! So in case you didn't add that up already, Grant got $13 from the Tooth FairIES last night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <strong>Can you spell r.i.d.o.n.c.u.l.o.u.s???</strong> I think the tooth fairies that are assigned to our house will have to communicate better, huh?<br /><br />Mother's Day ended in its own special way. I sat down to do some quiet sewing as I was trying to complete some orders...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRMZkybaTTnTODqNeHmm-kXutFikltjJwS_5egdVQtZzMDwP3M9_TK-cWh7W2xcB6SmFoGORiGNadF3arIvCJnlEye1797tJEgyP7SYw6-wbvGsHV6-00qoVqBYTHsU6sx54nLcl-snc/s1600/IMG_0395.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469441225931389634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxRMZkybaTTnTODqNeHmm-kXutFikltjJwS_5egdVQtZzMDwP3M9_TK-cWh7W2xcB6SmFoGORiGNadF3arIvCJnlEye1797tJEgyP7SYw6-wbvGsHV6-00qoVqBYTHsU6sx54nLcl-snc/s400/IMG_0395.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWM6BWzI8fn7wQvUP9ZB63U87C3eTke_gRlNPlwt8lqLFknwAFrDBsWboW9brnwOD-U4h0zz6jBLnPiqaJA9SW9e2Tnv7FTMCb-kd41kwJJnju7mbrZHY_8GCESUMdcS9fUWDJBdz3T7Y/s1600/IMG_0417.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469441218745864274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWM6BWzI8fn7wQvUP9ZB63U87C3eTke_gRlNPlwt8lqLFknwAFrDBsWboW9brnwOD-U4h0zz6jBLnPiqaJA9SW9e2Tnv7FTMCb-kd41kwJJnju7mbrZHY_8GCESUMdcS9fUWDJBdz3T7Y/s400/IMG_0417.jpg" border="0" /></a>... and Rhett came in. He's always talking and singing and chanting, so I'm pretty used to tuning out the background noise that follows him. This time, for whatever reason, I was lucky enough to look up and get to watch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIYy7NiAwII"><span style="color:#33ccff;">this</span></a>. What a sweet and silly boy! He was so content playing with my fabrics and talking to my thread. I stored the moment up in my heart as I know one day too soon he won't do this kind of stuff anymore, and I'll miss it <em>terribly</em>. </div><div></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hmmmmm</span></span>. Now that I think about it, this is my favorite Mother's Day gift from Rhett. The picture and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hand print</span> and the finger flowers he made were just as precious as can be, but this sweet moment - - - priceless!<br /><div></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Happy Mother's Day to all you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">rockin</span></span>' mommas out there! I hope you felt loved and appreciated on this, your special day!</span><br /></div><div><div><div><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p></div></div></div></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-74374298969828353882010-05-05T11:33:00.000-07:002010-05-05T18:21:38.612-07:00Happy 3rd Birthday, Rhett!Poor second kids - they never get the birthday extravaganzas that the first-born gets (or that seems to be the case if I'm the mom). I didn't want to sell Rhett's 3rd birthday <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tooooo</span></span> short, so we had a little birthday celebration at a restaurant with our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lifegroup</span></span> from church. I figured why not? We were all together having dinner... why not throw a little birthday bash in the mix? Despite its <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">randomness</span>, it truly was very special to share my sweet little one's third birthday with all our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">precious</span> friends!!!!!!! <div><br /></div><div>I asked Rhett to smile...</div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467855910464537058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3F-9M2L8YkEkFjCFBVvrTVK5waRRKBM2vtIh0mEshlktSdvdpjlHBmSwZfwHnkhBv8iy1PZb5SGnrp2yrtmK2KxEKPC6WVMSK6IY3ZruVbT8xZHRst_RvOR1bPPFLt9O2PiU_0ok9FQc/s400/IMG_0376.jpg" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hmmmm</span></span>. Let's try again...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467858202707009090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLq0_rOMXkkNVVLzVDM5c476c-6bGuYm4TINFIWvmt0JAzb1_ZK566iB6ghFtEqPkoPTh4ePmntC_tizeB_yWVEcr1eJONVdl_YwCvKZRabUQVXEoiPJsBC-owInTe_XwaIp4uOhYboRM/s400/IMG_0372.jpg" border="0" />..... And, again... <div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467858191532347714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-hj2tqtA4DI3wYzIphT-zyHntEKBkPiZ6NBBYxR3SuY11DKjNehhfsjtXTGsM3XlSjGBemsgcCyNBtHi_FoRyJgvhc6zQUd-KOe6HcxqlD-spklUIEoUUwz_fIrMWFIx-9rrAcVyOmI/s400/IMG_0373.jpg" border="0" />Oh, forget it!!!!!!!!!<br /><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467858204461641410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYxLpBEyROCVcfnMCOYybJ_D-IovURHvknX34UdIGKgzofb3n5z_10rxDpPbZ1kO51RRND7MyF7ay-3jhI_X2E6M8Xs2vX3yypAPZAJ5rWrekPCKOQ325__BRWwU-4Pghs7UbfhW6tEM/s400/IMG_0375.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">*******Yes, that <strong><em>is</em></strong> a fourth pink candle that found its way onto the cake. Don't ask... (Don't ask me, but you can ask Grant. He can explain that one to you.)</span></div><div></div><div>At least I got a cute video of the birthday singing which you can watch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFxMMN_4uIw"><span style="color:#33ccff;">here</span></a>. <span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;">Don't miss Erin covering Avery's mouth at the end of the song so Avery couldn't 'help' Rhett blow out the candles!!! Sooooooooooo funny! </span></div><div> </div><div>And as keeping with tradition, Rhett later told us that he didn't like 'that' song. SHOCKING! There's some proof Grant and Rhett are for sure related for ya.<br /></div><div>Rhett, I sure love you, Bud (even though you aren't potty trained - - - yet!) Here's to a GREAT 3rd year!!!!!<br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-46617111732239599232010-05-04T18:15:00.000-07:002010-05-05T11:32:57.500-07:00Family Wedding ShowerIn keeping with the Martin tradition, Danni (Dannielle), my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bro's</span> fiance, was thrown a family shower a few weekends ago in Austin. Just like <em>my</em> family shower, Danni's took place at Green Pastures in Austin which is known for its 100+ year old house and gorgeous grounds. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467589157472248274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qeLBzNkeL7eK45GOU1XgLRWjOoTyAKxE2hAY4Z2F8s-NZBJZ3Z_Z4wYsfQnWJBjx24qY5KcGonwejvxn4tprC0aVClsLR6sdSFofpBm0TIK6hglc_QyOH_V8qqPO7noz0yndn5MCszY/s400/IMG_0371.jpg" border="0" />Oh, yes... Can't forget the peacocks. Green Pastures is also known for their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">peacocks</span>.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467589809093027554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDsZpEgpJFuHEIIGKKhaz6Dj8Qr3m9BDzO2HnuAyn5hylcT5ZUepf1_HF3Z0NZo5a6XZ7XbXDC7lqbD8sPaAQ9Wq2jD2dKj-A2WqSiBps-Eg05xPitMbcd1YFA2ihqbvMPTET8kHMPyk/s400/IMG_0354.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>A.L.L. of them!<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467589182936792306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDnafMGOiqALCr-ov_N6jm0-W6pzuXNL3o_ycAJPnLoh4khqeO8y1czxxQN5k1TFtCR9zdvnAvZBfsKIRd9cQ13MadCVgWh9YTbgY4VByMCrsopWZMueCDnAeDXAti2jiUvNt7nFmDjOA/s400/IMG_0357.jpg" border="0" />And so very beautiful! (Well, maybe not so much the females - Oh, God and his funny, funny, funny humor.)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467590475855714562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZzvISNw1kyXiSGL9Mu9JDoTsh6JdRhHIH-GIutQq6AZX5uNOjk9dWeY68vU8ALC9pR0Sl4mL3QLgVpNsE363SCDjrKqPJazo7wvQoq1rOyyQGo8itAbbAuqT_kQjhoGk500kHz1EyQo/s400/IMG_0351.jpg" border="0" />They even have a few rare white <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">peacocks</span> who put on quite the show. They seem to know when it's time for their close-up and pose so prim and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">proper</span> for the cameras' flashes while either gracefully adorning a tree's limb...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467589817870081058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAZQK1JgcUETnwsMA7ylwRGVCKdUyz4Aatit1HIfCv3PRJm7d3Ul_8xfqc5XQD58XT_ILyLS-KejbkZb2mcSx288qmP8CYRH6nRO6vgFwMkWBhc7kvq_XMoe8Ji2r0_SsiRajexeefuE/s400/IMG_0353.jpg" border="0" /><br />... or just showing off their spread.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467589177670077234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwv2m_gRFwH4hlxQ1HJZxl2-Oqym-20HJdGrJkrTsDWnWNohdf8l38Q7RgQnjtXGrxhHQJw8HzPjBcrgXPDtAnSnEXUrJPf2_fxeCGiA8408snPeTNgqDGjrH_6DZcjJn2fcD72UhVKvE/s400/IMG_0364.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifA6dKGMUxCAg6Ol8HhvEF2CrVDjcQA9uocxJar94j3AmN4SiPlM_sAWzA4RBydD5g_0qIwl-2EaYOUnL7Y-ppD84VmbkdFAkahxJ3OLkURrktaFbiK0B413KeH7Qov45PcJxtxOC8J18/s1600/IMG_0340.jpg"></a><br /><div>The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">original</span> Martin granddaughters = me, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Sommer</span>, Jessica and Hailey <span style="font-size:78%;">(who's three months <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">prego</span>!!!!)<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UBMRB-jJ9q4-NWPaShdEkEg-5eppRyWv00ey4dc3inUXP-VZ7YPVeLeTDaS0b38XIZ_7akKZtAg6pKhtW1mSppfMd2Oa8K_0GpKfswNnDAIFLJoalP7j1TTo2Vc9zp90JHqmR8xJ2A4/s1600/IMG_0344.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467589835717735506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UBMRB-jJ9q4-NWPaShdEkEg-5eppRyWv00ey4dc3inUXP-VZ7YPVeLeTDaS0b38XIZ_7akKZtAg6pKhtW1mSppfMd2Oa8K_0GpKfswNnDAIFLJoalP7j1TTo2Vc9zp90JHqmR8xJ2A4/s400/IMG_0344.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The old with the new = me, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Sommer</span>, Jessica, Danielle (isn't she so very beautiful??) and Hailey<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVnYG7nyOUprcSZS2P1OikNcQr73DeiLFFz6pbeG34-g_3zwGIxt1QGJ3kdlB6Vh6e9U8lmw2Cn1MGXmgOQY22KIoPdh8HFrK12bjjgiQG4pZ6qSd8YJG2_HgQUiDHgCxO-CNz1hWZ-Y8/s1600/IMG_0346.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467589826977092050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVnYG7nyOUprcSZS2P1OikNcQr73DeiLFFz6pbeG34-g_3zwGIxt1QGJ3kdlB6Vh6e9U8lmw2Cn1MGXmgOQY22KIoPdh8HFrK12bjjgiQG4pZ6qSd8YJG2_HgQUiDHgCxO-CNz1hWZ-Y8/s400/IMG_0346.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Grandmother Martin and me - <span style="font-size:78%;">(not the best picture in the world of either of us, but at least she looked better than I did)<br /></span><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjomhFHqfzs4U6ge8B8HdXpKWm7iOKVQLgkIHhWVX3ycajHAh2ax06FIl1M3QO_4c4UiJFltJrId191rfLIhIQGkOX-ThSBDiSr9qQzVb2ZbmW8_c4mkTvRWI9VyHJPzpPgaFK9Ui09ow/s1600/IMG_0370.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467589166575819474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjomhFHqfzs4U6ge8B8HdXpKWm7iOKVQLgkIHhWVX3ycajHAh2ax06FIl1M3QO_4c4UiJFltJrId191rfLIhIQGkOX-ThSBDiSr9qQzVb2ZbmW8_c4mkTvRWI9VyHJPzpPgaFK9Ui09ow/s400/IMG_0370.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It's hard to believe the wedding is about five weeks away... Never thought my little brother would be getting married. But, it appears that he <em>really</em> has grown up and <em>really</em> is going to marry his high school sweat heart. (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh</span>! So sweet!)</div><div></div><div>Well, Green Pastures, we'll see you again very soon. Might I suggest you lock up your prized <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">peacocks</span> before Abigail, Annalise, Grant, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Jackson</span>, Emmaline, Rhett, Noelle, Everett and Coleman (the Martin great-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">grandkids</span>) arrive. Either that, or you could just teach your birds how to run away - - - - - - QUICKLY!<br /><div><div><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-33829547099884604812010-04-21T14:30:00.000-07:002010-04-21T14:57:26.177-07:00My Little Cub Scout (excuse me ~I mean BOY Scout)I can't believe Grant is old enough to join Cub Scouts (although he prefers you just go ahead and give him the rank of BOY Scout, thank you very much). He and Kerry had their first meeting this Monday at our church. Grant was so excited to be joining such a fun-looking organization (especially since Ethan and his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Steppy</span> D were in the same group - <span style="font-size:78%;">should I be calling it a <em>pack</em> or a <em>den</em>???), </span>and Kerry was excited to get to spend this special time with Grant since they so rarely get to see one another.<br /><p>Do I see a future Boy Scout model in the making? (yip, he posed himself - again)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462710043433230402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHh2IlhYDInLmtzd_MfZIPO1pEF4DAIYhO9SpzfbDGs64WL3TZPSlvxX_xsIf7xEM32qwE3evdMjglmUeVFX78cXA4cP2BEaAWJ_nYqg1qZ3fUywN4MCC0UBezX88lRG7-Y9oB8JFgW1c/s400/IMG_0332.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><div>No, I did not buy the uniform shorts... I just couldn't. Am I horrible to think they looked too dorky? I mean, the bright scarf was hard enough for me to buy as it was. <span style="font-size:78%;">'Scarf' doesn't scream 'manly' in my book. That goes for you too, cowboys. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bandannas</span> should probably be left to wear on the heads of gang <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">members</span> only.</span> I didn't buy the hat either, but that was because the den leader requested that we not. Apparently five and six-year-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">olds</span> can get distracted by them. SHOCKING! </div><br /><p>And who do you think also wanted to join in on the picture taking??? <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462710045596385698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjmQGuu79SUdt1trINVXDsmoRaeLg-rK_enWAnSkMwM75Un9pJ90cQSfI1Ab4GaxyBNBsvEcQ_38BvKZ52hwe7z_okAVRWLvMg69pPXHsapEo_uGbgcor1GcEGQD2KO22vpra4HWgUE4/s400/IMG_0334.jpg" border="0" /><br />Correct you are!<br /></p><br /><div>(Rhett posed himself too. No complaints though... At least he's 'smiling' this time, right <a href="http://www.andreanchad.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Andrea</span></a>?)</div><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-56617463145804157162010-04-20T17:25:00.000-07:002010-04-21T15:17:27.994-07:00Scarlett Fever in the 21st Century<div align="center">arm</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462704337752672322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5FVyTuf6lqB-ppavunbtr8PuiQ7Lz6OVmmvW39cJpOTXxX_KjMnrcHohe8lm-2424xZXIn6O6kCVhwoZ5ZxWSYegMnxT56M5Vl9KF7vJ_lNDj8wXHjb7WzV9nqdCcpcNRDAvhDfU3DY/s400/IMG_0330.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">tummy <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462716560803798178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYpDw05B6r8Wk70YUmzVWn38Xd6mbK28Z95JyYH_3nMXy2uDkOdpjg9Y_4bZONtBVac1M9VMuPc1CQtKQRdclnQReWSrykRtFZNn2daBMmqVJoqwXz7tJElM_PKzqy0uzRuxPF1jEYYg/s400/IMG_0327.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="left">My, how times have changed. Not that I was alive when the diagnosis of Scarlett Fever could mean a death sentence, but one has to be thankful for the passage of time when it comes to the advancement of medicine.<br /><br />Rhett woke up Saturday morning just covered in a rash. He wasn't scratching it, and for some reason, perhaps it was Mother's Instinct, it seemed to be screaming at me, "I'm a red flag!" So I called the doc. He had us come in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">immediately</span>. (Pretty <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">impressive</span> for a Sat. morning!) He took one look at Rhett and said in a concerned voice, "This looks like Scarlett Fever," and began to examine him. As you can imagine, that was the last thing I thought I was going to hear that day! I gotta tell ya, the words 'Scarlett Fever' shocked me a bit. Sure enough, a blood test confirmed the doc's suspicions, and Rhett was stamped with a Scarlett Fever diagnosis. We were sent home with an antibiotic and were told to keep Rhett away from the public for two days which is when he would no longer be considered contagious.<br /><br />For all you moms out there = Yes, Scarlett Fever usually develops after a bout with Strep Throat that was not treated properly/entirely. However, as I learned today, it can pop up on its own. Rhett did NOT have Strep prior to Scarlett Fever. As a matter of fact, to quote the doc, his throat was "squeaky clean". He did not have a cough. He did not have a fever. He did not have drainage. His ears looked good. The doc was sure to listen to his heart since Scarlett Fever can move to that organ, but Rhett's heart was murmur-free. That's right, folks, the only tangible symptom Rhett had was the rash. He did act like he felt yucky at times, but nothing too severe as you can see <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ms-XxSJ8GBU"><span style="color:#33ccff;">here</span></a>, the day of his diagnosis.<br /><br />Five days later he is still covered with the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">scarlet</span> colored rash. Most of him is looking a <strong><em>tad</em></strong> bit better except for his face. It's still quite bumpy and as red as - well.................. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">scarlet</span>. <span style="font-size:78%;">(please ignore his usual messy mouth)</span></p><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462714364214068434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_KV1BrBCdWzEkxCqHnH4qaBpW7ep83Dfdkm1cRf0eBF1epbNLsqXzcgsHGvY4GNia_Uo5LNiHMdNsbgYgAQKLunjeA5zRL31EPljJTa8oSFktFGwxPQ7GDS2NUHnI4ZBKvJv2Pm9jaY/s400/IMG_0338.jpg" border="0" />He does seem to be more sleepy than usual. <em>Surely</em> that has something to do with the illness. I found him like this (above) in the rocking chair at 5 p.m!!! Other than that, we have no complaints. And better yet, everyone else in the house has remained well. Whew!</p><p align="left"><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /><br /></p></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-90890819934813296252010-04-07T18:24:00.000-07:002010-04-07T19:25:47.040-07:00And the winner for the Crazy Person of the Day is...... the father I met during a lunch date today at Sweet Tomatoes.<br /><br />Go ahead and ask yourself what these nesting cups...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457571659515870450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUSW0mDu5IOzoCN7Udd7EUuSjyNkKe45cKPWiQ-cwER_fHzGoGQL88ah-Za5xScKDBbdOlSt2-NGsZmkILG7zUozPJbqUggaSr3XtjzagVlVs_bbgiY5_y-mE2b18QcSJPXS2TTi2yJM/s400/bath+cups.jpg" border="0" /><br />and the crazy dad in Sweet Tomatoes had in common. Go ahead. I'll wait...................... You'll NEVER get it........... (unless you're crazy like him...............)<br /><br />Okay, I'll skip straight to the story b/c I'm telling you - it's a good one!!!!<br />While I was at the pasta bar, I noticed a boy about the age of eight walking around with nesting cups stacked on his head. I mean, he had them all stacked on top of one another (nested), and was balancing them on his head. I thought it odd, but I went on with my pasta picking, plucked a warm brownie from the dessert counter and sat down at our table. Several minutes later the girl I was with asked me if I had seen the kid with the cups on his head... "WHO could miss it?" was my response. You better believe throughout our lunch we kept an eye on balancing-nesting-cup-kid as we just pondered and pondered over the story behind it.<br /><br />During my third trip to the pasta bar (keep comments to yourself), I once again ran into the kid and his dad, and I just HAD to take the opportunity to ask what the deal was. Of course I disguised this interrogation with questions like, "Are you working on a new skill? Just bored? Going for a record???"<br /><br />The dad's eyes widened, he leaned closer to me in a very odd way, tilted his head down which caused me notice that he was wearing a hat like the kind Dr. Hannible Lector wore at the end of "Silence of the Lambs" and said that ever since the little boy was two and they were out in public, they had him balance the cups on his head b/c it kept him calm and helped with his posture. (I mean, you can't act like a fool and balance cups on your head - but you certainly can LOOK like one.) And that was it - they walked back to their crazy table, and I walked back to mine with eager anticipation of sharing the strange information that was just given to me with my friend.<br /><br />Before the family left, the dad made his way over to our table and proclaimed that he had worksheets on the idea that he could email me and promptly asked me for a pen and paper. I could not find a pen in my purse (not that I really wanted to, either), so he interrupted the people eating behind us and asked if they had a pen he could borrow. (REALLY??? It's that big of a deal that you need to go on a hunt for a pen?) Iguess it was life and death. Anyway, I'd like to point out that at this point their weirdness is truly topping the charts as I notice the boy balancing the cups is starting to unzip his pants. I just wanted the whole thing to e.n.d., so I quickly jotted down his email address to make him happy. He wished me a good day, and that was that, and the family walked out of Sweet Tomatoes while the son trailed behind with the cups <em>still</em> on his head.<br /><br />As you can imagine, the child's been doing this for many years, so no, the cups NEVER fell. He walked all around the restaurant and even made big body movements, yet those cups never moved.<br /><br />I've spent the rest of the day perplexed. Can't decide if I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">should've</span> left the restaurant thinking, "What a sight!" or, "What a freak!"<br /><br />**Just for the record = I don't usually judge others so harshly, but this one seems to be in a class all by itself. While I appreciate the creative idea of the cups keeping a child calm, one truly can not go through life balancing cups on their head. Is it just me? Can I get an 'Amen'?<br /><br />No, I am not going to email the dad for his worksheets. What are they going to be, anyway??? Multiple choice? Matching? Match the freak to the crazy idea???? Okay - so now I am starting to feel bad.<br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-33081520041274963962010-04-04T21:21:00.000-07:002010-04-04T21:59:33.973-07:00Easter 2010<div>I, the queen of holiday fun, have fallen down on my motherly Easter duties... I did not take the boys to get a picture taken with the Easter Bunny this year. (insert gasp here) I didn't even make them an Easter shirt! (insert sigh here) So instead of being able to offer you professionally done Easter pictures, I give you the <em>quick</em> pics I took today. <span style="font-size:78%;">(Daddy had to get the boys up and dressed by himself this morning, so please excuse their crazy hair.)</span></div><div><div><div><div><p>Rhett refused to cooperate (as usual), so getting an Easter brother portrait just didn't happen this year. Try #1 was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unsuccessful</span>. Rhett wouldn't stop moving.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456505492847588962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJBmMFH2blVT7RxFYNQjm7rvPOu6YsAZ_52-JvTZrUIfL3ucahQ9Eq0NO3WVprfyiMl_wuQxSYO8f67qcs8ZUHwkzSzkUEzMUvRFuI92Qh3U3X1wlPMuk2Q6pGLYZjO1pnlZeIFk4kSLA/s400/IMG_0273.jpg" border="0" /></p>Try #2 failed. Rhett did not want to stand by the tree.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456505485429960482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidE3ALSs1cvx0iefIa87DUzKFAtcYcyTD2KT8Fa77JkwOGB0R-Gktm6Jcn7xXzw0aRLBocHWGwCfuMCOdhfW9JQPUoueBQmYbTILluBKZcdK3x4NxEADeJt8b9gI408sAxv966AQlOnao/s400/IMG_0277.jpg" border="0" /><br />Try #3 was a charm, half-way anyway. Grant posed himself for this one and announced that he was pretty sure he looked really handsome. (minus the crazy hair)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456508540304532050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqAJFWviTnsWvRAPp86G-flbhTckTgfmwDVBZf9uZZsJDfJ1-pXgag6cck58iVVdGiuRgXjGsSWf7DvcifabXNjJQ7djJ4l40R-VICFLvFt5qTc86v4iC9ktmrGvnQg6nOuRbvMxKlLQ/s400/IMG_0278.jpg" border="0" /><br />The Easter Bunny really came through this year. Although the boys' baskets were stuffed to the brim, they got the biggest kick out of the all-terrain race way. I tell ya, that Easter Bunny knows what he's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">doin</span>'!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456506289651531458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XLVKo5uBmreypGciGbHNDkNIvTTBT1ErR2UoRQ8mrKy40MM-hN0zcWJFAkack8yMXgKT115TtKbEWhUJ7Aj9EgzJUGDvi90szJQpbpoTwZmtZqV8JY6J4_SPww0fSWzryweKNpcdQOA/s400/IMG_0293.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>We made our bunny cake after church. Before we could decorate it, however, it had to cool. This was very disappointing to Grant, so he decided to decorate a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">piece</span> of bread to help pass the time. As long as he had an icing tube or sprinkles in his hand, he was calm and in the zone.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456504885303264818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dwnDMPhyphenhyphenCSiRfQaKBSvLxmmNbHAWYHWqVEcGEN3uqbOEjxRa1DU7wTzrHE0_ipaPQ64Xf01zGBEdttKlh31Q3b0XlyteAm0T5QVMxA_2ZBMxebeTI4kfKOCLfU_qCSqmnWIMbD6sQqE/s400/IMG_0286.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hmmmm</span>. I wonder who else decorated bread... (good guess)</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456504878282280594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJJkRxxx7gmQ_EhZmy9nGacBPpL1IKhiSXFxubde3mo0pUdlXBi6rO5wcccDL3ffVevNlrDvf2U9OA0qSihMyxUVJVy8dRx_A_krFwwqabMvHb-EjGEzBll1nYKC7UlpWIAslkEw_GDo/s400/IMG_0287.jpg" border="0" /><br />The cake finally cooled and we were able to cut it into the bunny shape <strong>and</strong> decorate it. Grant was <em>thrilled</em>, and Rhett was thrilled because Grant was thrilled. </div><div align="center">Everyone had a thrilling job to do.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456504870089435346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4pD6od3dGPE-8tTTevRORDm95JbTCAQpCT1D1UIoa9ZOX3PsA_M7eZNmQp_8-Wep-1bYefq6IAcUw-h9HQu-BUAgOa_AcxcJUkX1UIxDrEbiGlnmNtLkJr9e0b4KkIjuZhUG-q8pH2Y/s400/IMG_0288.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456504862869658946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQnGlBHgoFVhF6MF1H4ANcVi7fDinXmcInkxfXWTpy9xfO6Go79NrTHYxWk6ovP8Bf8xWkZe-yGk9EjNdz270wlHgPx4vlccSU8bLwHnknLWucqd_1Rx1x3tRw2vYsenvNjyO8GztULrE/s400/IMG_0290.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Tah</span> duh!</span> </div><div align="center">Our finished product. Ain't he a beaut? </div><div align="center">(Yes, Rhett got a little excited over the sprinkles.)<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456506478845916754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVr_WcYFMOgluv05QOAT6TKqVrDfnv_xhW9ZjkK-D6kq5WncjH_C_Dq07vk5QHfGtrKr-X6LnCRDswjsZtL1Kni8AayM_sD0t8uoWtAuRMebZf-2rzqy49MBEWIQQXlhVbQfOADS5f0Wk/s400/IMG_0291.jpg" border="0" /> <p></p><div>Even Madalyn was looking her best today thanks to Rhett. </div><div>The little sneak found this marker...</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456505505985337474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02osis55FHL-DoTbgYNVQ8itfT0wCwlx976djlD99tb_mZDtgVTOEdKTPHSNZE9ecrwDRmBcv3KGBP4837xczFYZ_IOyuUftYLW8LsMw7CwFvrniRoILAFMnhBFh3s2GQhqo-wky30nI/s400/IMG_0206.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>And did this to her feet...</div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456504893431036578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4SamQr7yUtG6rhrOUyG7JJaV_7Jke8a2ATOpVwBQI2tN_E68c4l003zcNKZ5EXJlIyFA7jW9zmc16cNQm6sdQNXzC2lehDpjwaic9zQz6Eaa5g1XrcVF1HHRyPRsJbc9IvMB0eB1YHpg/s400/IMG_0280.jpg" border="0" /> <div><p>And as amazing as it sounds, Madalyn is <em>still</em> not a fan of Rhett. <span style="font-size:78%;">Ha!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;">Happy Easter, everyone!</span></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p></div></div></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-75984874005589495232010-04-04T20:51:00.000-07:002010-04-04T22:06:40.870-07:00Biker Boy and His ShadowGrant ran into the house last Tuesday exclaiming he had taught himself how to ride his bike w/o training wheels. I really didn't think he quite knew what he was saying and what it means to <em>really</em> ride your bike w/o training wheels, but his confidence sparked my interest, so I followed him outside for the demonstration he was so excited about.<br /><br />And what do you know, he really did teach himself - in one day - less than one day! I think it took him just a few tries, and he had it. Whew! I was starting to think I was going to have to be the one to teach him, and frankly I didn't think that running alongside a six-year-old on a bike over and over and over again would be very fun. You can watch a video of him showing off and almost running me over <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9PAmGdbO64"><span style="color:#009900;">here</span></a>.<br /><br />He was just sure that I would let him ride his bike to school like the other kids in the neighborhood. (Notice the backpack.) But, sadly, he was wrong. I just don't feel like he's old enough or has had enough experience on a bike to be able to go it alone. No, this did not go over well, but I'm Mom, and Mom makes the rules.<br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456499347425759426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2DGep4hzgeTWR9EZGbIyvsZ8S9FdUyVzmZaUWrQZeqUpgxbN-I1BB9vJMndj_pwGfgBzuhacEvOoN6EWQao0riBhzZp3uC7S6q0xDubQUVOksU4_gx_w4L6B2MELuXO42k32PccPclg/s400/IMG_0264.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Of course Grant's shadow had to partake in the events of the moment, so he grabbed his "bike" (yes, it's a scooter), and showed off his moves which you can watch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBVsIIGcKoc"><span style="color:#33ccff;">here</span></a>.</p><p>Even Breena, our sweet neighbor, joined in on the fun. Boy howdy, I tell ya, these two do everything together! Between her sweet curly hair and his spiked do, they really turn heads.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456502975316694338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjknWbQcO7sx8m5fetglbvaLghVtj3aKC_mJOdve5n0P5uciqYjNecLfu_iPlex9P9GP763s5pfaALoPLfeEpZNy17mD0ERUXhlShlfDgIl0VfahbqpN1KRjuBDrb5jShTuzoDLfnEUShY/s400/IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-34925598089163511762010-03-30T15:42:00.000-07:002010-03-30T16:28:40.283-07:00Garry update for AFE friends<p>I got home from church on Sunday and received a sad phone call that informed me that Angie, my long time friend and old teaching partner's husband, Garry, was in a very bad car wreck the night before. He had called her and said he would be home soon, but he never showed and wouldn't answer his phone when she called him. She finally got in the car to look for him, and she did end up driving up on the wreck. Thankfully, he had already been taken away, so she did not see him at the wreck-site. As a matter of fact, he had already been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">care flighted</span> to Memorial Hermann in the med center and was in surgery by the time she found the wreck. </p><p>Diagnosis thus far (I'm getting info from Angie's mom and sister, Julie) = He has many broken bones including ribs and his jaw. They are worried about his left arm as the driver's side was hit and a lot of the glass went into that arm. They had to remove his spleen and had to "fix" other hurt organs. (sorry I'm not more specific than that - the list was long and was given to me quite quickly) He had surgery on Monday to repair his bowel and the abdomen was able to finally be closed. No other internal bleeding was found. He is still unconscious, but last night he was able to move his shoulders, jaw, hands and legs. Angie said she saw a tear in his eye when she played their song for him. Today (Tuesday), a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tracheotomy</span> was done to prepare for future jaw surgery. That procedure went well. The biggest concern is his head/neck injury. He currently has a halo thing around his head to keep his back/neck straight. Not much more info to give in that area. He is also on a feeding tube. I don't know if he's on a ventilator or if he's breathing on his own... I'll ask Julie.</p><p>He remains in the trauma ICU and there is no talk of him leaving it any time soon. They remain hopeful that he will pull through. I have a feeling he will - daddies will do a lot for their families... They appreciate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">everyone's</span> support and prayers. Angie said she'd talk to us when she was able/ready. </p><p>At this point, they do not know much about how the wreck happened. They just know he was hit in an intersection (I believe), and he was struck on the driver's side...</p><p>I told the family that we are all here to help and are ready to meet their needs. They said they are fine for now, but they know needs will be changing shortly and will let us know what those are as they arise. Her mom said that money for parking and vending machines (life at the hospital) will soon be needed.</p><p>Angie continues to remain by Garry's side all day but does go home at night for sleep. Baby Ashley is continuing to go to daycare this week. They aren't sure what they're going to do with her next week. Right now they are just taking it day to day. Angie requests that no one call her - she just can't handle that right now. Because of this, I will continue to pass along info as I receive it from her mom and sister Julie. I plan on doing most updating via my <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000896371613&ref=ts"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">facebook</span></span> </a>account, so check there daily for updates as Julie sends me info on a regular basis. </p><p>Thank you, Lord, for wrapping your arms around this sweet family during this hard time. We pray that you will continue to speak to the doctors and nurses and hold Garry in your healing arms.</p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-6721868378004887932010-03-28T20:38:00.000-07:002010-03-29T09:05:57.987-07:00It's all about who you know...We spend Sunday nights with our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lifegroup</span> from church. Our group consists of four families (which includes eight kids - Whew!). Tonight was Sean & Lisa's turn to host... and we are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sooooooo</span> thankful it was their turn because tonight just so happened to be the date of an MD Anderson Children's Hospital fundraising event at the zoo that Lisa helped to coordinate. And since life is all about who you know, and we just happened to know Lisa, our entire <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lifegroup</span> got into the event for free!!! Our sit down dinner was free! Our drinks (and wine) were free! The cotton candy was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">literally</span> just sitting out on tables for you to pick up! And as if that weren't great enough, the zoo was closed to all guests - except those of us with yellow wristbands. It rocked! Okay, so the fact that everyone there (except our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Lifegroup</span>) had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">boocoos</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">boocoos</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">moola</span> and their kids were dressed to the nines (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Strasburg</span> Children outfits, beautiful dresses, smocked brother/sister coordinating zoo outfits - literally. I am serious. Many of the rich kids' clothes matched their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">siblings</span>', and many were smocked and then embroidered with zoo animals. Wow!) did make us feel a bit out of place, we decided to suck it up and enjoy the free evening.<br /><br /><div align="center">There were zookeepers walking around the party with animals you could pet. (Yes, I see Grant needs a haircut.</div><div align="center">I do promise that I combed his hair </div><div align="center">and put hair GLUE in it - it's really obvious, huh?)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwrFqvG01bppmVkCKv3TKRVsYalXFkrwhQvF4MB_ykpDR5U1QI7apKX5sCtXWSSZCvw9LwRGZE4-U1Yh-bi6qbSCyTstoBeLw0K0d3OxmqEP0skzv7yHlx8pGlBebFOBqYshtD3qf0aHc/s1600/IMG_0228.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897563697558882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwrFqvG01bppmVkCKv3TKRVsYalXFkrwhQvF4MB_ykpDR5U1QI7apKX5sCtXWSSZCvw9LwRGZE4-U1Yh-bi6qbSCyTstoBeLw0K0d3OxmqEP0skzv7yHlx8pGlBebFOBqYshtD3qf0aHc/s400/IMG_0228.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">They had a beautiful brightly-colored decorated tent with </div><div align="center">yummy food and AWESOME desserts!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIvq329Y-MKzIOaY1Zm-70l27Z6x96FFpJ7Io-1W_sUXn8EW-zA_tkFQWJdeJ0jPAOcIXCxbfeOEWzzuT66B8QIXjZkIxukRk4qA-Av4v_ihcCa5nYefObC8qOzLnM8DvwWGDODda0d_o/s1600/IMG_0229.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897283527169634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIvq329Y-MKzIOaY1Zm-70l27Z6x96FFpJ7Io-1W_sUXn8EW-zA_tkFQWJdeJ0jPAOcIXCxbfeOEWzzuT66B8QIXjZkIxukRk4qA-Av4v_ihcCa5nYefObC8qOzLnM8DvwWGDODda0d_o/s400/IMG_0229.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>As if</strong> I was going to pass this up! It's as big as my head! </div><div align="center">Ask me if I even care how many calories it was... </div><div align="center">It was sooooooooo verrrrrrrrrrrry worth it!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4v790HxbIkLcR6Gc_OppdiifMxBiz-NxUvVwpdnO7xqloLLjUEO9G0HyAthTW87BuKof_cG2jLCgBZc5LRDvgp9SqvV0PS_JnVleDi0U7LFazy3ILpJnDwxdw-jW-zH7uf0EHr8i7fo/s1600/IMG_0232.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897278394558626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4v790HxbIkLcR6Gc_OppdiifMxBiz-NxUvVwpdnO7xqloLLjUEO9G0HyAthTW87BuKof_cG2jLCgBZc5LRDvgp9SqvV0PS_JnVleDi0U7LFazy3ILpJnDwxdw-jW-zH7uf0EHr8i7fo/s400/IMG_0232.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Grant and Ethan enjoying their <em>free</em> cotton candy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDYV-gM3eDfAcVFk0zndGQJ9OjNynM47OkU0Me6dBMx0h0IcDl9bBTD7GaZh8gwLVhJB5LbUcx34LhjtzhU7tQNQAsjFkIL_QeMStCGlJmL-bT-kYZucZ3v5el9PGESIjYMN0o3t6vAnY/s1600/IMG_0234.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897267081567298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDYV-gM3eDfAcVFk0zndGQJ9OjNynM47OkU0Me6dBMx0h0IcDl9bBTD7GaZh8gwLVhJB5LbUcx34LhjtzhU7tQNQAsjFkIL_QeMStCGlJmL-bT-kYZucZ3v5el9PGESIjYMN0o3t6vAnY/s400/IMG_0234.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Of course the zoo's carousel rides were free tonight, too. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Rhett didn't care about the free part. He was flat out pretty freaked out by the whole tall-animlas-moving-up-and-down-to-loud-muisc-thing. (Shocking, I know, since "Rhett" is synonymous with "Tough Guy".)</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8tXTH7XxRSvkTJKtBcZRnyWsKxFRSMWA5nYex8UEheRzcnbv0UJAZGBjKkDVwXCk2ghuMrhwnx2quVsLtAsBJhm-cGjzKs1Fdl9jJRPv-CbJ87xJYasdlTUut1PpogxxFfBXRaeZTSBs/s1600/IMG_0236.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453897265033416034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8tXTH7XxRSvkTJKtBcZRnyWsKxFRSMWA5nYex8UEheRzcnbv0UJAZGBjKkDVwXCk2ghuMrhwnx2quVsLtAsBJhm-cGjzKs1Fdl9jJRPv-CbJ87xJYasdlTUut1PpogxxFfBXRaeZTSBs/s400/IMG_0236.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />But <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Bruvher</span>, Ethan, Mia and Avery were having a good time, </div><div align="center">so Rhett decided to give it another go. </div><div align="center">(Grant was waving at me.)</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453910989467649426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Onm3eda-6wpG6FYlbghWzpQC0YSIt6XAjZNnj9KxK0JDdzHAlRTI-mu6BnnveiaxOd_yifTI930nS3NLqcyXD9vbdU1-ebvA5Y_EGNbpZbduydrqSOYKp2u1HtE3bkMCT8_w9ZrOfZ4/s400/IMG_0242.jpg" border="0" /><br />And he LOVED it!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Selw8AXIZEd9IXNXYUmkDpRlTXVEPlpT-2qyLilJq5ZnXrUjm9p2lGe4ilxm9HW0EWdbzpjyuQz1hVMrSoS0lImVRgw8LZapK5OGy4UhYwvyU-lRSbvXnOZffOtqF4AhQSSF6x3y7lE/s1600/IMG_0240.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453896792742859906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Selw8AXIZEd9IXNXYUmkDpRlTXVEPlpT-2qyLilJq5ZnXrUjm9p2lGe4ilxm9HW0EWdbzpjyuQz1hVMrSoS0lImVRgw8LZapK5OGy4UhYwvyU-lRSbvXnOZffOtqF4AhQSSF6x3y7lE/s400/IMG_0240.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So did I! </div><div align="center"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgEYoXALEK_hNIZ0JjJ2BuKGgYACgRzMWVepu-Nk5SPkmNbP6GOJ2lyPPIZZHR8UzuKJFkP8lYOluU1Y1FHDSJih5FOjybo9c4N3OIh-C55jId2tD9MBmvLEF-EWsTetUdCPcekNPmb4/s1600/IMG_0243.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453896784957815554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgEYoXALEK_hNIZ0JjJ2BuKGgYACgRzMWVepu-Nk5SPkmNbP6GOJ2lyPPIZZHR8UzuKJFkP8lYOluU1Y1FHDSJih5FOjybo9c4N3OIh-C55jId2tD9MBmvLEF-EWsTetUdCPcekNPmb4/s400/IMG_0243.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Rhett loved it so much, we had to take turns riding it with him.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17f_ZqxWRZY7ToJkL9geYdFTP3cBswM4vrkYM9VwZbp47bhDsAqW63IeutF1nZqIiqjksU8BQWq83AsXPR3TYhe4eFva77XbWmrcI-LTHXfS4iPNdC3t4zmVQN2UFmRl6VhMMm6fu92Q/s1600/IMG_0244.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453896777330534146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17f_ZqxWRZY7ToJkL9geYdFTP3cBswM4vrkYM9VwZbp47bhDsAqW63IeutF1nZqIiqjksU8BQWq83AsXPR3TYhe4eFva77XbWmrcI-LTHXfS4iPNdC3t4zmVQN2UFmRl6VhMMm6fu92Q/s400/IMG_0244.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We finally got him off the carousel and got to see a few animals in</div><div>the children's area before it got dark. </div><br /><br /><div>You'll just have to trust me that this is the owl cage </div><div>since I took a picture of their dinner (dead rats) instead of them. </div><div>The owls were really very pretty though, but their dinner was really pretty funny!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlOqBNBjHiUYwqyL61Nd7ilst9q-67ebgg4K6ralYygCc2CRY9O_rvLTxZbvS0FFedl4RzY0Xop8gX_LC4Kv3UbxKTtORNBnRsWX8XRi5YZ-e9sc6uymx_8PBd7Bnsghob25pyxvGURgE/s1600/IMG_0246.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453896773862833378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlOqBNBjHiUYwqyL61Nd7ilst9q-67ebgg4K6ralYygCc2CRY9O_rvLTxZbvS0FFedl4RzY0Xop8gX_LC4Kv3UbxKTtORNBnRsWX8XRi5YZ-e9sc6uymx_8PBd7Bnsghob25pyxvGURgE/s400/IMG_0246.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We got to pet and brush the goats. I think Rhett brushed every. single. goat. Surely the Houston Zoo has the most handsome goats tonight thanks to him.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr3yVoeUdIte_lYbZdnDjGVRyRc3hCT-lMdSYW-8YEa7mPk568NEVrZ_4IwaUnYy7_B-jOSFoPuzU53xIwaEiRgFwGF0AVUGWRqFVLnl05_oCHmYfuqL3jZr8hmnMyKtutp5BA-DwOego/s1600/IMG_0248.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453896761571011010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr3yVoeUdIte_lYbZdnDjGVRyRc3hCT-lMdSYW-8YEa7mPk568NEVrZ_4IwaUnYy7_B-jOSFoPuzU53xIwaEiRgFwGF0AVUGWRqFVLnl05_oCHmYfuqL3jZr8hmnMyKtutp5BA-DwOego/s400/IMG_0248.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />City boys Grant and Ethan quickly learned that when a goat raises its tail, it's about to poop... They got a real kick out of it! Boys will be boys - especially when goats will be, well..........goats.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMW8-Nl4Vi6O_KgTO4JGUW2pPbQrjUo2mDKBx5TtPAq1NHCQ7VP8HsqBMSB4pQ0bH50wKGH4yRxbBZHOC7G_N8ZoT7XpQQDenjuCSk5knN3nmZq8yalXhNTpq2cwkbB66UOsxT626f_LA/s1600/IMG_0250.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453896234882201906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMW8-Nl4Vi6O_KgTO4JGUW2pPbQrjUo2mDKBx5TtPAq1NHCQ7VP8HsqBMSB4pQ0bH50wKGH4yRxbBZHOC7G_N8ZoT7XpQQDenjuCSk5knN3nmZq8yalXhNTpq2cwkbB66UOsxT626f_LA/s400/IMG_0250.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is Keeley. She was in a bad mood tonight. She yelled at everyone. But then again, if I were a stinky, ugly goat with an overbite that lived in a petting zoo, I'd probably yell at everyone, too. This is the one goat that Rhett chose to stay away from.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453904520078121554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jiwJuPp4Te-gXvv__k0588nKIlS0_v8RQ-guF6o8HG5tUTowzlDRRNBQWkfWrunf0Av60VpkWD16NXJe8QCNQfriE5UBzedHAa9cX_ze_11TVgqqXptSNX8kVeoXCt5C1oplWHjNbps/s400/IMG_0247.jpg" border="0" /><br />The boys got to fulfill their lifelong dreams of being prairie dogs.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453896215315628402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhTUrMULtR5f_9BHre2xKoLaDhDyLeRlXL5_oyBVMMLoRApEH7LqvxY6aAGhkJ6cQgFMrQFtk9ETHWke0s9DEKhIoyX8LMlBDRGXglkMWGbuehW3XWbzbPDaNmhzMADMBzYdCmMth5W34/s400/IMG_0257.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ethan, Grant and Rhett enjoyed being some of the few </div><div>lucky Houstonian kids running and screaming through the echoing bat caves. I did not enjoy being one of the few Houstonian parents that lost my hearing because of it.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453904508069054002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsaj7EjRZt7reHCaUpYcC9elUP__wFn1mq04ONjjm8JaQuQgd5E3hx5GSgk4Rm6YCgd7N91zySw7iBsfBHZ1gprZFmE9y-eybZQ_OM4-3Ax3yGjOBxFAJ_wsq6uQyTkvxDQSRBlcxYJeY/s400/IMG_0254.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Icing on the cake = there was a beautiful full moon shining down on us.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453896223755780130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKTFYkR5D3B1Lc-MVcjo8k0HW3hyphenhyphenSqWyxPqHNX5AZ0IvIRCjY_3PyxLEeQKvj4JhHOoYFgBY0pwYZR9w-KV3wa80nJItHsukRuPqfqB2rYtTSqWM_HVCCMhU4e8vnuFwXAi7ly7UX9qgo/s400/IMG_0256.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>And the weather... Oh! the weather!! It was <em>perfect</em>. Now, for a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Houstonian</span> to say that, you know it's a big deal. There was <strong>low</strong> humidity. The temp was in the low 70's. There was a light breeze and lots of sunshine (before the gorgeous moon came out). In case you still don't understand how rare of a beautiful day it was here in Oven Land, here's one more hint = It was actually a <em>good</em> hair day! <span style="font-size:78%;">(except for Grant - ha ha)</span></div><br /><div><br />This is the outside of the zoo when we left. Notice there is NOT a crowd! Rare sight! </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453896202120864066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEZ_4To_P6FCLTgNwX3IQml-B383H_vx39fIeg61eDTZTbFXY8lgeRQVQtkYoGpIt9P3D4T09J7jPwDUAZiWllofkh3Cu_lkbQVjK0zOQSrTQ2FA8bjiIyEy2w94QXcw679tmbuRmxKO0/s400/IMG_0261.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Gee, it's fun knowing the "right" people. </div><div><br />The animals were getting tired and were literally starting to go to sleep for the night, so we decided to go home to our beds, too. Grant was too sleepy to walk back to the car (so he said), so he hitched a ride on Daddy's shoulders.</div></div><div><div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ZoA7AnnQ-l0N5HqciaxCPuAb5RMo5UL0Xpk7OKDY-qGLTeBmod-uR8ELDw3QgKXw4TzLlhIRgJHbEFAPtYxmO3Co3IkA4rV5z2HBErABnD3nHf9E4s3TVgB1gO_qMRwweWCbhI1nCOM/s1600/IMG_0260.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453896213294695698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ZoA7AnnQ-l0N5HqciaxCPuAb5RMo5UL0Xpk7OKDY-qGLTeBmod-uR8ELDw3QgKXw4TzLlhIRgJHbEFAPtYxmO3Co3IkA4rV5z2HBErABnD3nHf9E4s3TVgB1gO_qMRwweWCbhI1nCOM/s400/IMG_0260.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="left"><br />What a fun evening! I think I can speak for the whole group when I say all sixteen of us had a BLAST! What a great way to end the weekend. Gee whilikers, I can't wait until Sean and Lisa host again. Ha! Tonight's going to be pretty hard to beat.<br /></div><p align="left"><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /></p><br /><p></p></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-36075419870970442112010-03-21T22:34:00.001-07:002010-03-21T22:34:51.168-07:00Howell Life Group (Final part of "A Youth Group, a Vision for Haiti and a Talent Show")<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/VnzvXa5FaTc' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VnzvXa5FaTc'/></object></p><p>So I am actually admitting to the world that yes, I call these people my friends. We were actually in a Lifegroup with them, but the group got so, so, so big and we had to split into two. Anyway, I LOVED their act as it was very creative, and as you can see, their goal was to be as random as possible. (Toooooooo funny!) Points of interest = the five people eating hamburgers - just because, the saxophonist playing different tunes, Courtney and Lisa blowing bubbles behind the hamburger eaters, Amanda juggling, Ryan dressed up like Mini Me, Josh wearing a bunny outfit, Angie speed walking around the stage, and let's not forget the cartoon that was being shown on the big screens behind them. Are they not the most awesome people, or what? Yes, we have a GREAT time together!</p></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-89983857061585995102010-03-21T21:28:00.001-07:002010-03-21T21:28:25.181-07:00Stuff LikeThat There (Part III of "A Youth Group, a Vision for Haiti and a Talent Show")<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/U5vknnmokL0' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/U5vknnmokL0'/></object></p><p>Thanks to sweet Rick, I now know how to upload videos from You Tube. And let me just say, it is waaaaaaaay faster than using Blogger! (note to self) <br /><br />Okay, family, here's my talent show act Kerry recorded with my little Cannon camera (NOT a video camera). WARNING = The quality is not the best, but at least you get the idea. <br /><br />I think I may have had a little too much fun with this song- but, it is one of my favorite songs, after all, and I do LOVE performing! I continue to be my worst critic, though. I see/hear many flaws (flailing arms - was I trying to swat a passing bee??? Gee whiz!!!!!, shaky pitch at end of song, was my vibrato really that happy is it the poor recording quality???) that I hope you overlook. Oh well - at least I had a BLAST on my way-too-short vacation that performing can take me on. Laundry was not on my mind. Errands were not on my mind. Keeping track of Grant and Rhett was not on my mind (they were on Gramma's - ha ha). My To-Do List was not on my mind. It was just me, a mic, my favorite dress and my favorite song. And let me tell ya, it was very freeing!<br /><br />Oh, in case you are wanting to know what I said before the music began (Mom), I told the sound guy to "crank it!"</p></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-38940128813003886062010-03-21T21:20:00.001-07:002010-03-21T21:20:39.548-07:00Taking Care of Business (Part II of "A Youth Group, a Vision for Haiti and a Talent S how")<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/txWkVbgug28' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/txWkVbgug28'/></object></p><p>This is the video of Kerry and Grant at band practice as I mentioned in this post.</p></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-55891150532286485032010-03-20T15:53:00.000-07:002010-03-20T19:38:59.526-07:00Unfair<p>Today I learned that my friend, <a href="http://rickantioch.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Rick Johnson</span></a>, died today while on a walk with his wife near their home in Antioch, CA. This is very shocking news - especially because Rick was an avid runner. He was in G.O.O.D. shape! This came out of no where, and it hurts. I hurt for his sweet wife, Virginia, who crocheted my treasured "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kilgore</span>" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">doilie</span> when K and I got married that now hangs above our front door. I am sad for his younger son, <a href="http://jeremyandamber.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Jeremy</span></a>, who just had his first child. I am sad for his older daughter, <a href="http://johnsonleung.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Jennifer</span></a>, and her three kids. I am sad for those of us that truly valued him as a person and a friend and a leader. </p><p>I first met Rick when K and I started attending Sugar Grove Church of Christ here in Sugar Land. He was the music minister here, so of course we hit it off. They moved to California a few years ago to continue their ministry, and I've continued to keep up with Rick via blogging, and of course enjoyed seeing him and Virginia when they came to visit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">SGCC</span> on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">occasion</span>. He was easy to talk to. He was a very, very good man. I just can't believe someone the world really needed was taken away - - - just like that, yet it happens every day to people everywhere. And this is why I say it's <em>unfair</em>. I did not know him as long or nearly as well as so many others did, but I am blessed to have been able to call him a friend.</p><p>Wouldn't you know, he's the last person to post a comment on my blog - just yesterday.</p><p>We love you, Johnson family.</p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-64026120123195888622010-03-13T11:08:00.000-08:002010-03-13T12:03:28.937-08:00A Youth Group, a Vision for Haiti and a Talent Show= Part 1I have been trying, to no <span style="color:#ffff00;"><span style="color:#000000;">evail</span> </span><span style="color:#000000;">(sp?)</span>, to upload videos from the talent show our youth group planned to help raise money ($7,000) for Haiti. But, being the hard-headed person I am, I shall NOT give up! After all, tomorrow is another day...<br /><br />In the meantime, I thought I would post these two pictures that depict the rocker that Rhett is sure to be, come to find out. We know he likes music. No shocker there. We know that if you dare to change the station in the middle of a song that he likes while driving in the car, you will get lip about it. Loud lip that goes something like, "Hey, Mama! Dat is my bavorite tong!" (BTW, they are all his favorite.) We know that he spends 99% of his days chanting and singing, but we did not know that he was a mic hog. Yip. Go ahead and give a big "Oink!" at him because he will take charge of your mic, and you will NOT get it back.<br /><br />L.O.N.G. story short, Kerry and a band from church sang "Mustang Sally" and "Takin' Care of Business". I was asked to sing back-up and play the tambourine. I laughed at this thought for a few days because I was pretty sure that NOTHING would make me feel more dumb and useless than standing there playing a tambourine. But, I walked away having had a BLAST, and I also learned that I actually <strong><em>rock</em></strong> the tambourine. It's okay that I sometimes accidentally referred to it as a cymbal during band practice... It just matters that I rocked the house with it in the real show.<br /><br />Back to Rhett... So while we were rehearsing, Rhett asked me to hold him. I thought it was because he was tired. Silly me. You better believe that just as soon as I picked him up, he reached across me, swiveled the mic stand to face his mouth, and he began to sing lead with Kerry, "Ride, Sally, ride!" And he knew when to do it, too, which means he had to have been sitting there and internalizing the song as we practiced. I got so tired of holding him that I ended up pulling up a chair to the mic and letting Rhett stand on it so I could catch my breath.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGISWO149sejo3YqgrPR3jp-p-d7-m2w28we3HT6wLu28Y5rk8JE9xLEFbR_vrOoLGkBHyVD6MhU2gFZvUDNvtgdWC7vN9c_XHcpHanqJwFrURPl375ye62Q-EBPnFKCkcVzJA_ibBcLE/s1600-h/IMG_0135.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448200358141506210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGISWO149sejo3YqgrPR3jp-p-d7-m2w28we3HT6wLu28Y5rk8JE9xLEFbR_vrOoLGkBHyVD6MhU2gFZvUDNvtgdWC7vN9c_XHcpHanqJwFrURPl375ye62Q-EBPnFKCkcVzJA_ibBcLE/s400/IMG_0135.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />After I tried many times to get my mic back, I finally decided to go with the wise, old saying (that I've altered a bit for this post's purpose), "If you can't beat 'em at the mic, join 'em at the mic."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zaiTMhpG_AQoK6ldnfiIeAhxvEy8hq1aLdgAvAHlblbHGcwJcJOPE8N58187xc8KP0JswnmZWudPylR14KvrV6_Ygl_RDR_Lfscs4MpI5J_tlx3aE5SiMxvoXM5KRQdZ-Ve_lFhFUsY/s1600-h/IMG_0138.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448200351308340834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zaiTMhpG_AQoK6ldnfiIeAhxvEy8hq1aLdgAvAHlblbHGcwJcJOPE8N58187xc8KP0JswnmZWudPylR14KvrV6_Ygl_RDR_Lfscs4MpI5J_tlx3aE5SiMxvoXM5KRQdZ-Ve_lFhFUsY/s400/IMG_0138.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />More talent show pics and videos to come soon including a video of Rhett singing lead with Kerry, my performance of my favorite big band song "Stuff Like That There", and a group of <em>very</em> funny people, that we cautiously admit are our friends in the fear you might think we're crazy, participating in thier own "special" way for the youths' Haiti Talent Show fundraiser.</p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-90099711045624164822010-03-05T15:10:00.000-08:002010-03-06T10:10:12.745-08:00A Lunch Date with "Bruhver" (Brother)<div align="center">Rhett and I had lunch with Grant today. By that I mean the plan was to just go sit with him while he ate since his lunch is at 10.30. Not sure if it should be called "lunch". I am thinking "brunch" would be a more appropriate choice of words. I thought Rhett and I would actually eat our real lunch at a <em>real</em> lunch time once we got home. Rhett, however, had other plans. He knew we were going to "eat" with Grant at school, so he wanted me to pack him a lunch so he could eat, too. He was so very proud (although in this picture he looks annoyed) to walk into the school with his big boy lunchbox...</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445295107624725554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbbVH3Nyo4m3pOKmzgYGfRs_3D6jhocYZvliL5WNN5S1KsIDRnNCVgH0APam1eec6e0-bVdopl4XAlmjDudzcP2vJz5fX9fo-ylNNyS_WiF1jwHY8l8aJhxgUNRl1EOgvM16WBh2V3fM/s400/IMG_0127.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">...and its contents because his lunch was just like "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bruhver's"</span>!!!!!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445295116803692130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQyMW_L2GwQvNpOTt5jG5V0Cp8FbR_KXgIfoaBTGjmLBfi22SV_YsSIAZnrJwoa6joFtXzgA8ZZXk5FOSvsoj9TWAvhK1-DQncIbTOuY2rynNU_M6QSWlTNz9InXSY1sFTQR1-_hLAvSg/s400/IMG_0129.jpg" border="0" /><br />This whole follow/copy-my-older-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sibling</span> thing bewilders me. If Grant says it, Rhett says it. If Grant yells, Rhett yells. If Grant wants a drink, Rhett wants a drink. If Grant wants to put on shoes, Rhett wants to put on shoes. If Grant is mad, Rhett is mad. I guess since I was the oldest and never had an older brother or sister to follow around, the idea of being <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">someone's</span> shadow is foreign to me. Therefore, I've really enjoyed watching this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">phenomenon</span> at our house. Thankfully it's only a phase - not sure I want Rhett to copy <em>everything</em> Grant does.<br /><br /><div align="center">Grant (and his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cheeto</span> smile) and Stephen at lunch</div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445295119546775682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFptgC3hD0Vu31j_sPtrOjGscqPkrRJNPIVVdLDH4vlIviyjV2aD5e2W65YtI0dB97LP-OJcTjywvTODjsfEQMagboT_4ffthiyNf5_XkKAPls-DQ0q_2bHihbVL2tDJRxuuqv0yB0oE/s400/IMG_0131.jpg" border="0" /><br />I am so thankful Grant really seems to enjoy school. I absolutely HANDS DOWN <strong>hated</strong> school. I hated kindergarten up through junior high. I dreaded going to bed at night knowing that the only thing the next day had to offer was school - again - another l.o.n.g., boring school day that I had no choice but to endure. It got MUCH better in high school, but I still never <em>loved</em> it. I never really liked my teachers until I got to high school. Well, there was my junior-high math teacher, Mr. Pearson. He rocked. But high school is where it changed - barely. Only a few teachers made a difference to me. (which I think is kind of sad) Mrs. Cleveland was awesome. She and I had a special bond (still do). Mr. Lee was awesome. He got a bad rap (My heart still hurts for him). Mrs. Hope was awesome. She was the first choir teacher I ever had that I felt actually taught me something and respected me and cared about me. That woman taught me singing, and that woman taught me how to be a confident and competitive soprano. She showed me "the ropes" for surviving as a soprano in a competitive district, and for that, I'll always love her. Who knew that sopranos could be so catty???!!!!!! Not me - until state choir auditions, that is. (I know, DUH! I think everyone knew this about sopranos, but me. Leave it to me to be the last informed.) That's where I learned to play the mind games, thanks to Mrs. Hope, and I learned that those mind games were just as important as singing your music perfectly in order to defeat your opononents. Let's see... That's about it. I hated my math teachers. Ya, that was mainly b/c I was bad at math and they really didn't help me - even when I went to tutorials. They just sort of threw me life vests to keep me afloat when I was so close to drowning and really needed saving. Come to find out, I think they were just really bad teachers. In college, Kerry tutored me in math, and I had no trouble learning from him. He just knew how to present the material to me. (sort of sad, in my opinion, since my teachers actually had a degree for teaching math and Kerry didn't - then again, Kerry is a C.P.A., so he's really got this number thing down) You know who really stands out to me though? Mrs. Reed, and NOT for good reasons. And honestly, I don't see me getting along with someone that boastfully called herself "Baby Hitler". That woman still boggles my mind. She HATED me. Now, she LOVED my sister and brother, and she loved most of my friends, and she loves my dad, but I'm pretty sure she thought I was as worthless as belly button lint. Not sure why she thought that... I was good in her class. I followed the rules. I was nice. She just chose to hate some of us (a lot of us) and was down right mean to that select group, and she chose to love others (<em><strong>if</strong></em> you were in her AP English class). That always made me mad. Like you weren't worth her time unless you were in one of her upper-level courses. What a witch! But, I suppose that although as odd as it sounds, I should thank her. She made me a better teacher. She made me want to make every one of my students feel loved and worthy. She, along with most of the other teachers I had, made school a pretty big bust. I should thank them, too. Because of them, I wanted to be a teacher. I wanted to make a difference in the world by being the nice/cool teacher. (For the record, that doesn't mean that I'm the "easy" teacher. I tend to be the most strict with both discipline and academics.) I wanted my students to look forward to school, not hate every second of it like I did. Mr. Lee taught me how to do that. Mrs. Hope taught me how to do that. Mrs. Cleveland taught me how to do that. The final tier came in college. Some of my professors were FAB-U-LOUS-O! Truly gifted would be a better discription. They were born to teach, and they excelled at their craft. Dr. Rankin, a literature professor, stands out the most. That man is a genious. Not only was he a genious, but his teaching style and my personality totally clicked. He made class FUN, and I found myself feeling bummed when the class was over. From him I learned that teaching.......... was an art.<br /><br />I am also thankful that school has changed <em>drastically</em> from when I was a student as it was certainly overdue. It has changed for the better for the kids. School is hands-on now. There are manipulatives out there for every possible subject under the moon. Kids actually move around and stay active at school as opposed to sitting at the same desk hour after hour like I did. School is fun. Even if you have a bummer teacher, there are still really awesome things kids get to do. I do have to take a sec to give a shout out for all those hard-working teachers out there. They no longer "have it made" and instead work their tooshies off day in and day out thanks to wasteful programs like "No Child Left Behind" and receive very little pay for their efforts. God, help 'em! God, love 'em!<br /><br />How did I get off on this tangent????? Oh, yes. I am glad my kids love the idea of school. That's all I was really wanting to say.<br /></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-6779177681960921992010-02-28T22:34:00.000-08:002010-02-28T22:48:24.941-08:00I could see light at the end of the tunnelRhett was eating. He was playing. He was yelling at Madalyn to leave him alone so he could eat in peace. I thought he was WELL.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443550663650156610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9fmQRsbC_H5qDXRh1PeABumGPqrTVW89CCLw8v0lAWWrUPDH14bGtvijJoW3A8RzCqwNZCbKzvb8o05dT788cVizmgMCM5J3MKx-9AFBqtk_XriKF7iV98a-oAlRmRmP05lXkh_Pr81I/s400/IMG_0104.jpg" border="0" /><br />I was wrong.<br /><br />This is how I found him once we got home from church today.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443550670868288818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPuVuSktCijA5Jt5xaPOjSgjIJJa2qbpAW1ZTYd5FL53vPt7La-00Y8S2MP3acSXkewmwKwCbmS4XAfMhKLj54K6r9pFoZ223wAoldA5sMhBQr-jJuN5CZYzkSRbmgNlIJr5RLE-sTpsk/s400/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" /><br />He didn't look so hot, but no doubt he was. Poor guy had a temp of 103.3.<br /><br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">immediately</span> gave him Advil, took off his layers of clothes and put him to bed. Shortly after, I found him like this.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdoBibpC27lWuA-hXeQLQ7DCPO9JqYaCmLMur-MR4GvifjSQMn1-WSw71ABgcdHQXDSeqLprputxrnfX67em2LtpOOHCR_1aq1HRGPhMSHI9idFvudayhvvvrU9D2jtXh5epzoIklDxk/s1600-h/IMG_0106.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443550992312149810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdoBibpC27lWuA-hXeQLQ7DCPO9JqYaCmLMur-MR4GvifjSQMn1-WSw71ABgcdHQXDSeqLprputxrnfX67em2LtpOOHCR_1aq1HRGPhMSHI9idFvudayhvvvrU9D2jtXh5epzoIklDxk/s400/IMG_0106.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And because it was so sweet, I couldn't help but take a close-up of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Towmater</span> in his little hand. I thought it was the perfect portrait of a boy, ya know? They're never too sick for their cars, and they're never cuter than when they sleep with them.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443550685341798930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ8jbpGLJmempXXVusyVGn0yPjP_Klk2nuakcZlJM9oMEsXA7ZSDra0UAbf7uXVz_p2MS7nQ3X5rc008TTsKvjHX8-Vq_sHBNSDV6VAG6rhT-ar9uBdsyd9Q0a0qi3G0zIvtQDmhikEJ4/s400/IMG_0107.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div>He did well the rest of the day, but he did go to bed with a fever of 103.2. I wonder what tomorrow may bring. I'm hoping it'll be a flashlight so I can navigate my way through this darkened tunnel of the-house-that-will-never-be-well-again.<br /><div><div><div><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p></div></div></div></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-72703374128165611052010-02-26T15:08:00.000-08:002010-02-26T15:40:32.023-08:00Twiddling ThumbsThis virus must really wear you out. Although Grant had a pretty good day today, I did find him like this about thirty minutes ago...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHtf8N_Ba3ixB5SbgMcARVKKVN_-UxrDgH3n4S7Bwj6IaUUkPxq3Q1xzndhmHbMUoQCT_xCm0EFZ5xlXjwcc1wgP9cav86FiGqv7vLQSRVqvPONKda-WB22smVz5jWStGGib0I6EU3VI/s1600-h/IMG_0102.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442694193337646690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHtf8N_Ba3ixB5SbgMcARVKKVN_-UxrDgH3n4S7Bwj6IaUUkPxq3Q1xzndhmHbMUoQCT_xCm0EFZ5xlXjwcc1wgP9cav86FiGqv7vLQSRVqvPONKda-WB22smVz5jWStGGib0I6EU3VI/s400/IMG_0102.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />But I guess that's better than how he was a week ago, huh?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442694181256589922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTJqe96QUw0L9EkjJYYSeDDH3AtJD63RLuwFyDoRPtjCj-AwgyBhA783GwHph44R3JgzhQ35MXbRHFQZTR0PJsZtoeS0KZTC2mH0RgFCOExkvJmmsJnsr8w6iE6DLb_FJaobBIGa-oog/s400/IMG_0079.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />And as you probably guessed, Rhett has the Infinity Virus now, too, because heaven forbid we just get back to restful nights and normal days. He was up a lot of the night with fever and a stuffy nose. He finally went to sleep during nap time today. Can you tell he tried to fight it?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ed5fXQwgJUNLJa0mm6wjYnH1tc8V38aGx3bvyQNAagLkZBp7U0x-JlPMTFdiTNaeJcLkwX8iUbH_DXh0IRqxYm2cSHYO1kcjENBAE7VVriZyXRsMUND88VBX4IHF95xWpD6khRpiQTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0101.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442694188227501330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ed5fXQwgJUNLJa0mm6wjYnH1tc8V38aGx3bvyQNAagLkZBp7U0x-JlPMTFdiTNaeJcLkwX8iUbH_DXh0IRqxYm2cSHYO1kcjENBAE7VVriZyXRsMUND88VBX4IHF95xWpD6khRpiQTQ/s400/IMG_0101.jpg" border="0" /></a> Personally, I don't think I could sleep with toys all around me whilst snuggling up to a hard, plastic lid, but then again, that's just me.<br /><div><br />I, on the other hand, am feeling much better - as long as I take Advil Cold and Sinus. The doc did prescribe a steroid and an antibiotic yesterday, and the effects are already being felt - thank goodness! I can't be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">husbandless</span> with two sick kids while I'm sick as well. I mean, I am Super Woman, but I am <strong>not</strong> Miracle Woman! Luckily for me, my mother-in-law came over to help out <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yesterday</span> afternoon/night, and she's coming over again tomorrow. Thank goodness!!!<br /></div><div>I think I can safely say that you and I have the same feeling toward the month of February now, <a href="http://korylives.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Kory</span></a>. It STINKS! I wish my month of February was exciting like <a href="http://andreanchad.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-changes-in-february.html"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Andrea's</span></a>. That's okay though. I guess I can look forward to fun summer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">play dates</span> at Sienna's kid pool with you guys. I'm not above inviting ourselves out to your place, girl! </div><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-90503236583651390362010-02-24T17:43:00.000-08:002010-02-24T18:14:46.308-08:00Here she is... Miss America!I finally found a handyman to hang the 6 light chandelier in my room I got for my birthday <em>two</em> <em>months</em> <em>ago</em>. The L.O.N.G. wait was worth it though - it looks even better in my room than I dreamed. It's like the perfect handbag or necklace that make that little black dress that you love stand apart from all the other black dresses in the room, ya know? It's more than eye candy... it's soul candy.<br /><br /><br />The surrounding black shade is made of silk strands which is why you can see through it. And the crystals... OH, they are <em>just</em> beautiful. I found this ceiling <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bling</span></span></span> on Overstock.com for a MEGA price break (I'm talking at least an $800 price break), and that makes me love it even more. So, I invite you to join in with me and behold its graceful spirit.<br /><br /><div align="center">lights on<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin3ZGE7K7jgv8_PWMMnumaPXVYVLI1xY3G73tRKoJKKCKN8qOkBS0YG00S2hQTAPpv0iyStotsc1S01UT7XCJopyZtLDRSC8Zb7Eh9EKT-kcBRjtZK4QmqIXSKW23iEqoy7s0DaA-6WJ8/s1600-h/IMG_0088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441991198262914354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin3ZGE7K7jgv8_PWMMnumaPXVYVLI1xY3G73tRKoJKKCKN8qOkBS0YG00S2hQTAPpv0iyStotsc1S01UT7XCJopyZtLDRSC8Zb7Eh9EKT-kcBRjtZK4QmqIXSKW23iEqoy7s0DaA-6WJ8/s400/IMG_0088.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">she's still just as breathtaking when the lights are off<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj268h0qguZgryvUc0veiH7SHIhRXqzzYcwhgkVg4fK_d4INRzhNX_2gcFhX9XJ8zc2bm9k3BkCFWOIW5Zjwm2orVtC-N5uVJcAkTtNjN_N3WR7AgurCDUHDaj6ilXPakHHsZ7BL8_lCZg/s1600-h/IMG_0089.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441991192137505138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj268h0qguZgryvUc0veiH7SHIhRXqzzYcwhgkVg4fK_d4INRzhNX_2gcFhX9XJ8zc2bm9k3BkCFWOIW5Zjwm2orVtC-N5uVJcAkTtNjN_N3WR7AgurCDUHDaj6ilXPakHHsZ7BL8_lCZg/s400/IMG_0089.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p></p>A family update - Grant is still sick and still running a fever of 102.4. This is day <strong>six</strong> now. I woke up this morning feeling pretty miserable. I feel like my lungs are going to catch fire every time I cough (OUCH) which is often since my asthma is really acting up. I don't understand this b/c I really jumped on my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">meds</span></span></span> when I felt the asthma creeping up on me, but they just can't keep up. My head hurts. My muscles hurt. My fingers actually hurt as I am typing. My skin hurts. My joints hurt. My head hurts, and my nose is stopped up. I am going to the doc tomorrow (love your dad, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="color:#cc0000;"><a href="http://dannyandheidimcgraner.blogspot.com/">Heidi</a></span>) and I'm hoping I will get a MEGA steroid shot to get control over my asthma and a nice, fat antibiotic (because if antibiotics were fat, I would want a really fat one) that will cure what is hopefully a monster infection and NOT the virus Grant has b/c frankly, I can NOT be sick as long as he has been. I'll rip my hair out and my house will be taken over by little boys since it's Kerry's busy season and he doesn't get home until at least 11 every night. I've already called in subs for my sweet students tomorrow... not that I could go to school anyway since G is still sick. But (Did you see that, <a href="http://www.themccallfamilytx.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Jordan</span></a>? I <a href="http://thekilgorefour.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-would-not-recommend-talking-like-this.html"><span style="color:#33ccff;">started a sentence with "but")</span> </a>at least I can lie in my bed and stare up at my beautiful new light (while watching "The Golden Girls", of course).<br /><br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-19517163214871435852010-02-23T15:32:00.000-08:002010-02-23T16:05:21.705-08:00Perhaps I need some stronger LysolThis is Grant's fifth day to be sick. This is his fifth day to have fever ranging from 102.4 to 103.9. This is his fifth day to feel pretty yucky. Count it - one. two. three. four. five. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Uggggh</span>!<br />So far in those five days...<br />1. He has missed three days of school.<br />2. I have missed one day of school.<br />3. Grant has seen the pediatrician <em>twice</em> and has received the same diagnosis both times = blood tests confirm it's a virus and we have to let it run its course. It is not the flu. I wish it was since there are actually <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">meds</span> for that and it would probably be gone by now. And get this - the doc says this virus can last up to two weeks. TWO WEEKS PEOPLE! YIKES!<br />4. Grant has spent Days #1, 2, 3, 4, 5 like this<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoDmcPnOkh10F6xDhyphenhyphenA-sbOjF58z_NMHKTOBC8_X5kXZ947hF8rgbHURSsDH8WPtd79zeEFWINfthMdi2gEINhidUCkQy9ITD3L9fVIDmlNvUIio7kHYWC6AzFrg3EVH-GxC21IjhqE3c/s1600-h/IMG_0077.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441589153488480242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoDmcPnOkh10F6xDhyphenhyphenA-sbOjF58z_NMHKTOBC8_X5kXZ947hF8rgbHURSsDH8WPtd79zeEFWINfthMdi2gEINhidUCkQy9ITD3L9fVIDmlNvUIio7kHYWC6AzFrg3EVH-GxC21IjhqE3c/s400/IMG_0077.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />5. Thankfully Rhett has spent a lot of the time playing games on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Leapster</span> or the computer.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*don't judge me for my messy desk</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGxYitBohVtg3K971GLfiyiHxqiTavNYlNUNQyNtds27O_xTy1MEQoKqIpPcOkf7y19I1XVXr6_ilgCSXCFQlGhr6-JbYYY5t_lQluFdwbZ3H4P4EX9q2PgEwhyemMpbO-4k0P4Msqr0/s1600-h/IMG_0078.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441589144627237138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGxYitBohVtg3K971GLfiyiHxqiTavNYlNUNQyNtds27O_xTy1MEQoKqIpPcOkf7y19I1XVXr6_ilgCSXCFQlGhr6-JbYYY5t_lQluFdwbZ3H4P4EX9q2PgEwhyemMpbO-4k0P4Msqr0/s400/IMG_0078.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />6. And between being the in-house pharmacist and doing daily chores, I made <a href="http://themccallfamilytx.blogspot.com/2010/02/cake-recipe.html"><span style="color:#33ccff;">this</span> </a>yummy treat just for me. I don't usually reward myself with food, but this is chocolate and peanut butter we're talking about here, dear readers, and that is not something to be ignored. I plan on devouring a piece with some milk during "Lost" tonight. Yes, I am VERY excited about this little date.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL2HPy3wci4gUazZjB3mdRrFKmuf92PONvupRenAP0Yyj7HMZBJJJhSlUMgrQwJGj13yZDdz7qGYq8_RFR2ZexNOwjzSTFOqD6EG40n4fCcgWq7lWXInjIq5qQ0N8ohIHLVlMvNIDLxbc/s1600-h/IMG_0080.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441589138420059058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL2HPy3wci4gUazZjB3mdRrFKmuf92PONvupRenAP0Yyj7HMZBJJJhSlUMgrQwJGj13yZDdz7qGYq8_RFR2ZexNOwjzSTFOqD6EG40n4fCcgWq7lWXInjIq5qQ0N8ohIHLVlMvNIDLxbc/s400/IMG_0080.jpg" border="0" /></a> 7. My asthma has started acting up, so I am certainly not at my best. The tight/inflamed chest feeling is not a fun one. I sure wish my asthma <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">meds</span> worked faster!</div><div><br />Until next time, keep your fingers crossed that Grant gets well so he will not only feel better and continue life away from the couch, but that we can return to our normal routine of school and homework and lesson plans and grading papers in a healthy, virus and asthma free house.<br /><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-48842883531693184682010-02-18T15:09:00.000-08:002010-02-18T15:33:09.387-08:00This post is not for everyone...<p>... because many do not find rules of the written English language as stimulating as I do. It certainly is not a topic I'd bring up on a first date (or fifty-first date for that matter), and I know I may be labeled a total dork for this, but who else thinks punctuation rules and sentence structures are not only fun but also interesting? (I'm guessing <a href="http://rickantioch.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Rick J</span></a> won't leave me hanging.) <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Discussing</span> such a topic as this is <em><span style="font-family:courier new;">almost</span></em> as exciting as finding that perfect pair of shoes. (Not that you would really understand that emotion, Rick. <span style="font-size:78%;">hee hee</span><span style="font-size:100%;">)</span></p><p>All young writers that I've taught over the last nine years want to start sentences with "and" or "but", but I do not allow mine to do so. Below is part of an email I sent to one of my parents regarding some questions she had about such rules. I had the best time communicating back and forth with her about it. My brain feels stimulated and ready to solve the problem of world peace.</p><p><em>It is my understanding that starting a sentence with "and" and "but" is becoming more commonly accepted as it was in the 18<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> century (and the Bible is full of them). Yes, authors and writers do begin sentences with "and" and "but", but it is "excused" as they are published and can "do what they want". In the meantime, the rest of us unpublished folks are expected to refrain from such no-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">no's</span> as such practices are still considered informal writing - especially if a comma is not used to separate the dependant and in dependant clauses they create in complex sentences. Texas students are taught how to correctly begin a sentence with sub. conjunctions like "and", "but" when they are in the fifth/sixth grades. Until then, I prefer my students to not begin sentences with sub. conjunctions so they won't get itno an early practice of misusing them. In the future, it is highly expected that commas (and therefore starting a sentence with "and" or "but") will be perfectly acceptable for all of us (published or not) as the trend seems to show us reverting back to the more lenient ways of the writers of the 1700's. A big reason for this is the use of new technologies. People do not want to take the time to add in correct punctuation in emails and when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">texting</span>. Since those technologies were not available to you and me when we were in school, no one considered not not using them. </em></p><p>As an added bonus for sticking with this post that most probably had noooooooooo interest in, I am excited to announce that Kerry got me a camera for Valentine's Day, and I'll soon be posting pictures and videos again. Wooooo-hoooooo. I took a really cute video of Rhett eating chocolate pudding today. He was actually moaning with delight while eating it. He gets that from me. Chocolate is my best friend. </p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-20743951450544946132010-02-17T16:13:00.000-08:002010-02-19T05:45:45.381-08:00Monday and Tuesday in Pictures (and a few words)<div align="center">I couldn't help but share with the world how messy Rhett's face <em>usually</em> looks prior to me cleaning it off before going anywhere. I am still a tad confused as to how his face can remain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sooooooo</span> dirty the majority of the day.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439371027488867314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicrMBQGUIUsZMCqa4fa7LupmDwkMKilbq3A4VLltCp7iPr1Q5qs8ohBKXK9Ff5xY5zYWcfnT8ADI5ATlDGkEcZVuEEpYxbOB5E4kgcwgvwuB5KKMhxQB2fTMvNq2cyj2GEDtIHs5JtbJI/s400/IMG_0030.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">At least he has a cute face!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439371564414444770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEtr3Rxz86cZg4MOo42JrJFGiPO8rBNbT_Q0hd_a6tkNIM2REry36Nbg8SngoVR7_87mxGJ4s6uykAbT9varNs0WnYxUjY5_SYI-NCZfylg9uv22MtXDdetJkspfyuh4nB_g3309_RCFE/s400/IMG_0059.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">I stumbled upon this scene this morning. Don't be fooled. This is not a portrait of mutual addoration. Madalyn is NOT a fan of Rhett. </div><div align="center">Rhett, however, IS a fan of Madalyn.</div><div align="center">(No, I had not done his hair yet.)</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439371045604429602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldqA_bUbdiwfU21rV_FMHNnhcGuJWJwzsMlkKV2UTlOtW2c6PI1_BZC3LOHNng5K9wlVedChKmCvWxclb7hbyq7EIkyonXNM16qGyFA-MPIbWtd4fjKXCj6MgmjXnNKPlKUj9_2mepFA/s400/IMG_0060.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Look at my new counter high table I got for Christmas!!! Don't you love the red chairs/stools and the white legs on the table? I gotta tell ya, the ensemble looks quite at home in my red/white kitchen, and the table top is the same color as the new floors. </div><div align="center">Even better yet, it can seat EIGHT!!!!!! </div><div align="center">Even better still, the bottom cross beams on the new </div><div align="center">chairs are not chewed up with teething marks </div><div align="center">from Madalyn's puppy days. It all looks brand spanking new!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439371576414253762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdnifKsfs_ng3Zw5W41bz25ccD9AkO0Y23qpOK7Cwdnd2GrpdTxr72n_BmmR8Evw6f8UpsrQXXuhf_b2w7jnJ9ixnA-PfHkc6wzdO3eJbuQZVNsaOH0imxS0d2AlFv_-OP-kAYnNrL2g/s400/IMG_0056.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">We like to sew, play games, do homework and make crafts on our new table. Oh, and we eat at our new table, too.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439371588328078194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhya5_BkXq9_lZT7ArCNsXnWI57SfB1v92-qS3Q29Z905H5hLshMzJQjQrhg5pohqXRwtGyGB6ugLAncwQ5Pwjj2p_-PK2SuugDadV1gzgHw_jAaogoMoIeRbNx0dn5chvO9-pI4f4zLiA/s400/IMG_0055.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">This chubby little fella lives right outside the office window. He says hello several times a day, and I've grown quite fond of not only his presence, but his plump bird belly as well. I was thinking of naming him "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Weeble</span>" from that song/poem that says</div><div align="center">"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Weebles</span> may wobble but they don't fall down".</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439371573391027554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq72V5kGVqneneYurjJxZm1akP1jJkZsMQqe5hxhrGCOZvQskUR20d7TIGF94eJT7tWi9xcegVRTEw1CihI0whf435w-55DVMdHb1yA1V9_0RJTU3UBDqNDNL4vedXx89M8RObv6F46VQ/s400/IMG_0058.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I've never burned double noodle soup before - until today. Guess I shouldn't check email when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">something's</span> on the stove. Not only does it look gross, but take me at my word when I tell you smelled even worse. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439371038155676354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgei0CMiArYKLTIYLRXqBHTevTrjj8kEvpu4ISIGsB7m5b8RlclCWh1_-UuV6kPXdGk7LmCxQ9dvVIx2oPcQ5L-x0oPpn80JqGQ8eJY1RjC2d1E1iG5HkSNLloT1tank1dez2NsjW9sIXE/s400/IMG_0062.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Rhett wanted to take his favorite monkey puppets (Monkey and Curious George) for a walk.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439371592389703298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeUa79Jh1ipF7qybDTqf5V1e5nVg2mLtvvNqyfUiYdp5hF9b-oLiyxb2pawhXJvx2_LFkniHvwy81xm_vxBXyPTVHUGIaG_JB57jawkaDpY6eQilRfTJLLAI0ZtQAWDNBgLFQmSxBSBVc/s400/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />And now I leave you with pictures that I happened to find on my camera when I was uploading this post...<br /><div align="center"><br />Grant's shadow</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiVeCCaqIBqN9vAnb7epjeaQYtpLM622FpW4ONhZK-qbr6lw_c4MbgTuan0xVqpmeDA9BpHL8H79894vvxQKcXaZRsOaHd88ZRwc4dYYTXfONmtzdFLPsbwFJBB3rWE4QXZa-0VN6WVw/s1600-h/IMG_0043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439372278877255026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiVeCCaqIBqN9vAnb7epjeaQYtpLM622FpW4ONhZK-qbr6lw_c4MbgTuan0xVqpmeDA9BpHL8H79894vvxQKcXaZRsOaHd88ZRwc4dYYTXfONmtzdFLPsbwFJBB3rWE4QXZa-0VN6WVw/s400/IMG_0043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I guess only boys think fire hydrants, water lines and dead grass </div><div align="center">are cool enough to take pictures of.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbT8pD20Ffvj66DJVUg0n14HFWwmLUzgqtqpyBbh4us7fQKlGLJfqUslM21fuT1bJtFpdTC7Jd5avD-YJ8veoF6sFvPCICNBUUaq5Go1izGVAYJOcqL4mqfzSbaIlYfWvk17dzjKKJhcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439372273726194594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbT8pD20Ffvj66DJVUg0n14HFWwmLUzgqtqpyBbh4us7fQKlGLJfqUslM21fuT1bJtFpdTC7Jd5avD-YJ8veoF6sFvPCICNBUUaq5Go1izGVAYJOcqL4mqfzSbaIlYfWvk17dzjKKJhcQ/s400/IMG_0046.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />mailboxes<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjHjfALkCMU5umIp2F6BslxKOIZazwFfRGk2TN8EJgtZnISH4OcSvaqd-2k9n2k5_KcToYeBpqE9KCgu4OzV4kMDJ-nmqT7wG4rUL07KXVEMUXcOJJc-h1NTdgWqH9aAbUMix2DzHI3c/s1600-h/IMG_0047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439372266181341490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjHjfALkCMU5umIp2F6BslxKOIZazwFfRGk2TN8EJgtZnISH4OcSvaqd-2k9n2k5_KcToYeBpqE9KCgu4OzV4kMDJ-nmqT7wG4rUL07KXVEMUXcOJJc-h1NTdgWqH9aAbUMix2DzHI3c/s400/IMG_0047.jpg" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Hmmmmm</span>. I didn't even know he found my camera or that he took it outside!<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><p align="left"><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /></p><p></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-73928470302525853912010-02-15T18:23:00.001-08:002010-02-16T19:08:23.091-08:00Dinner, anyone?<div align="center">Free double decker rubber fishing worm sandwich. Going once, going twice...</div><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNlfwkiNALOdmr4YLOHxgNgcsa6sHLzLOMu1judDnq45VS-MCESMK1n6gCMqmZFjjsjgSNvJhyphenhyphenJsFagpNKxgHnswKOxov4AkEwlzJL53UVn2MVxsEOKoVHuEgnZlXWTBbfrWGDuS2SeGI/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438661685566206914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNlfwkiNALOdmr4YLOHxgNgcsa6sHLzLOMu1judDnq45VS-MCESMK1n6gCMqmZFjjsjgSNvJhyphenhyphenJsFagpNKxgHnswKOxov4AkEwlzJL53UVn2MVxsEOKoVHuEgnZlXWTBbfrWGDuS2SeGI/s400/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" /></a> Creative? Yes. A waste of bread? YES!<br />Where <strong><em>does</em></strong> Grant get these ideas from?<br /><br /></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1061151686929239168.post-30030444622172560332010-02-10T10:47:00.000-08:002010-02-10T10:52:45.211-08:00Wednesday Blues<p>The good news = Grant is better.<br />The bad news = Rhett started throwing up at 2 this morning. </p><p>Never fear, I have already bleached and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lysoled</span> and cleaned and mopped and sprayed the house down. Ain't no way germs will win this time. I have also already done two loads of what I have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">affectionately</span> named Vomit Laundry, Rhett has had a bath and I, too, have showered. All of this done by 1 p.m!!! </p><p>I could really use a nap!</p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/amandasig-4.jpg" /> </p>Amanda Brooke Kilgorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08447298291620980597noreply@blogger.com3