<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371</id><updated>2012-01-03T20:43:00.056-08:00</updated><category term='Kayla'/><title type='text'>My Three B's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-4086223538545469424</id><published>2012-01-03T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:43:00.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Their Off!!</title><content type='html'>To school that is. All of the littles returned to school today after a two week break. Were they ready you ask, one was grumbling and the other two were smiling and rearing to go. I'll let you guess who was grumpy:) I was able to go the grocery store,put away said groceries, have a little lunch, and put away some Christmas decorations. After picking up all three Lillian and I headed to hip hop class and I got to see the girls recital costumes. Both are wearing black and white,Lola's is black/white polka dot with hot pink accents and Lillan's is black/white stripe with red accents. Lillian has moved up this year and will be doing three dances:tap,jazz,and balleia. Her balleia costume is solid white(her black/white stripe is for tap and jazz)and is beautiful. I can't wait to see her in it. She also has a hip hop costume which she is excited about bacause it has her two favorite colors:blue and green. It's cute. She is also doing a duet with her friend G. Her mom and I are meeting at the studio tomorrow to look at costume books. Should be fun!! Well that was our day and we'll see what tommorow brings!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-4086223538545469424?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/4086223538545469424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-their-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/4086223538545469424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/4086223538545469424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-their-off.html' title='And Their Off!!'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-8544635799753457295</id><published>2012-01-02T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:29:11.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New Here</title><content type='html'>Well nothing new here to report. Parker went hunting for the first time today. Sorry no pic, they left to early. Ha!!! He and his dad left very early this morning and headed to our property in Mississipi. They didn't see any deer but he had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubs came back home and fixed Lillian's rabbit cage. We then went back to Costco and guess what, they were open!! Yeah!! Got what we needed and headed home. We also went to the furniture store beside Costco to look for a new tv stand for the den. But after talking we might take a whole different route. I'll save that story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we left and went to his parents house in MS., and then the girls and I booked it home because Lillian was late for a piano lesson. Whoops!! We came home and cooked dinner,took baths, and got things ready for school tomorrow. I'm kinda sad Christmas break is over and they all go back to school tomorrow, but I kinda like the routine of it all. Breaks from school do funny things to my sleeping habits. Well everyone is snoozing and I guess I will join them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-8544635799753457295?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/8544635799753457295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2012/01/nothing-new-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/8544635799753457295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/8544635799753457295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2012/01/nothing-new-here.html' title='Nothing New Here'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-8924237510823478240</id><published>2012-01-01T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:51:23.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Day 2012</title><content type='html'>Well it's the beginning of a new year. No resolutions this year, I never seem to keep them and then get frustrated when I can't keep them. So I guess my new year's resolution is no resolution!!&lt;br /&gt;We slept late this morning after seeing in the new year with the kids. After a breakfast of waffles we began to take down our tree and pack away ornaments.Kinda hard with a four year old but we discovered she is really good at being able to undo knots!! Who knew? So after packing away the tree we took Lillian and Lola to see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0_37hb_5nc/TwFA57vY6jI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kkp8DRe9sCA/s1600/muppets_ver8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0_37hb_5nc/TwFA57vY6jI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kkp8DRe9sCA/s400/muppets_ver8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692902768006195762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED IT!!! It was great to see the Muppets again. I loved them as a kid and I'm glad I got to share with my girls. Lola liked the music, she would stand in front of us and dance. Luckily we were on the top row by ourselves:) Lillian really is into the Muppets and thanked us several time for taking her. I'm glad we were able to spend some time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movies Lillan went to a friend's house to play and Lola went to my mom's. The hubs and I headed out to Costco but discovered it was closed. Who knew right!?! We decided since we were kidless to have a late lunch early dinner. Went to Longhorn Steakhouse it was yummy!! The hubs even had a salad( he is not a salad eater at all) he did ok managed to choke some of it down. But it will get better!! I'm super proud of him for trying!! Muah!! We went and picked up kids and came home and while he worked on my Nook Lillian and I played Just Dance 3. Whew that will work you!! Now everyone is in bed and I am headed there myself. Have a great 2012!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjFTz9r6WzI/TwFAsLwK-FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KwSRcIZ_RzY/s1600/muppets_ver8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-8924237510823478240?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/8924237510823478240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-day-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/8924237510823478240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/8924237510823478240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-day-2012.html' title='New Years Day 2012'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0_37hb_5nc/TwFA57vY6jI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kkp8DRe9sCA/s72-c/muppets_ver8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-808549601847952071</id><published>2011-07-18T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:51:57.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicks</title><content type='html'>No, not the furry, yellow,baby chicks running around at Easter or your girlfriends; I'm talking about my kids. My little chicks and I'm the Mother Hen!!! I was hesitant at first to write this out but since I don't have any followers I should be only to read this and I'll just use this as a way to get my feelings out. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like my kids at home with me!!! I admit they can wear the fool out me,try my patience, and make me not a nice person to be around, but I like them HOME!!!!You see my kids went to Church camp this week and I won't get to see them for a few days. I thought I was gonna like it,and get to spend some time with Buggy but I'm still not sure about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel out of sorts,weird, like something isn't right. I feel off kilter and alot down.Is this normal? I hope it is; if not I'm big trouble!!! I feel like I'm missing out; like I'm missing seeing them get to experience all camp has to offer. I feel out of the loop. I was going with Bubba but that fell through and it didn't leave me enough time to be able to sign up to go with Boots so I guess I feel a little well maybe alot left out.I know they are with good people and with friends but other moms and dads are experiencing my kids camp memories and that makes me feel sad. I hated Church camp and I always said I would go with my kids when they went but that was not to be the case this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I sit here typing into the cyber world wondering is this normal? Will this feeing go away as the days pass on,will I feel jealous when I see the pictures that were taken? Will God move and help me find peace with sitution? I hope so; I could really use some peace right now!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-808549601847952071?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/808549601847952071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2011/07/chicks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/808549601847952071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/808549601847952071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2011/07/chicks.html' title='Chicks'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-3258821364250005185</id><published>2011-02-11T20:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T20:54:02.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance,Dance,Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-jKPUukyas/TVYOgBFVVtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8dZuSyqJ8L8/s1600/IMG_6613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572657532126975698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-jKPUukyas/TVYOgBFVVtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8dZuSyqJ8L8/s320/IMG_6613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       This is my sweet boy Parker.Wow, has he grown up on me!!! Tonight, he went to the Valentine's Dance at school. I'm surprised he wanted to go;he typically doesn't like things like this but a friend convinced him to go and I'm glad they did!It doesn't seem like he should old enough to go to dances but he is. This dance is only for the 7th and 8th grade classes and it's held at the gym at the middle school.It's the same gym I went to my dances at in high school before they made the high school the middle school and the middle school the high school(long story). I think its neat and special(I don't think he cares:)). The dances don't last as long as I remember them lasting , this one was from 7:00 till 9:30. I had to sign a permission slip for him to buy a ticket ! I never had to do that! His ticket was$7.00. I wish I could remember how much ours were, I think $5.00.It was semi-formal and they encouraged the boys to wear ties.My son said "No Way!" and even refused to wear the button down I had ironed for him.Little Stinker!But he looked nice in his polo shirt so I guess I can't complain.  He said he had a good time and now he needs a girlfriend because all his friends have one. I know I'm NOT ready for that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-3258821364250005185?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/3258821364250005185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2011/02/dancedancedance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/3258821364250005185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/3258821364250005185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2011/02/dancedancedance.html' title='Dance,Dance,Dance'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-jKPUukyas/TVYOgBFVVtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8dZuSyqJ8L8/s72-c/IMG_6613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-6613034987250388889</id><published>2011-02-10T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:08:01.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcuL8tXjC-M/TVS0NVNvHBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/L2l895k_RmE/s1600/IMG_6567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572276780090203154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcuL8tXjC-M/TVS0NVNvHBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/L2l895k_RmE/s320/IMG_6567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these two sweet girls!! What a joy they make it to be a mom. I have to tell this sweet story that happened tonight.  I was blow drying both heads of hair tonight and they were laying on my bed with their hair hanging off the side (a thing their dad started with Lillian years ago) anyway Lola looks over at Lillian and takes her hand  and says "We'll be friends forever". Then she reaches up and takes my hand while still holding Lillian's hand and says "We'll all be friends forever."I hope so my sweet girl , I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-6613034987250388889?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/6613034987250388889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-these-two-sweet-girls-what-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/6613034987250388889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/6613034987250388889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-these-two-sweet-girls-what-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcuL8tXjC-M/TVS0NVNvHBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/L2l895k_RmE/s72-c/IMG_6567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-7316184362210280402</id><published>2010-04-13T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:59:02.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kayla'/><title type='text'>Happy 15th Birthday Kayla!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/S8Usl1qpOcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qEX5NnwX7YQ/s1600/Kayla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459819151829318082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/S8Usl1qpOcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qEX5NnwX7YQ/s320/Kayla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my sweet niece Kayla.She turned 15 today!!! I can't believe that much time has gone by since we came to see her in the hospital that day!She was the sweetest baby always quiet and smiling.I remember she had the prettiest dresses that her mom would dress her in and pretty bows in her hair.She always had pretty bracelets,rings,and necklaces. I thought it was so neat and wanted my little girl to dress just like her!However Lillian does not like a ring, or any other piece of jewelry!Maybe there be hope with Lola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to be an aunt.Thought it would be the grandest thing.I loved my Aunt Katie and wanted to be just like her with all my nieces and nephews.But alas;I was an only child and knew I wouldn't have any blood nieces and nephews of my own.So I wanted to marry into a large family and have lots of them.But God knew better and instead I got blessed with 1 sweet niece and 1 sweet nephew. They are such a joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed watching Kayla grow into the young lady she is becoming.She is quiet,funny,loves to tease,a book lover,a dancer(she takes pointe and I am so proud for her that she does!)and a beautiful young lady.I love you Kayla and am so proud to be your aunt.Happy Birthday from all of us and we hope that you had a great day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-7316184362210280402?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/7316184362210280402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-15th-birthday-kayla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/7316184362210280402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/7316184362210280402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-15th-birthday-kayla.html' title='Happy 15th Birthday Kayla!!!!'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/S8Usl1qpOcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qEX5NnwX7YQ/s72-c/Kayla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-6462672565323788414</id><published>2010-02-21T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:12:01.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Scoop</title><content type='html'>Well this weekend was a very relaxing one. We haven't had one of those in awhile and I must admit I kinda didn't know what to do with myself. Saturday morning we went to O'Charley's for breakfast.Lillian's school was having a pancake breakfast to raise money for the school and she asked to go.It was really nice and te pancakes and bacon were good.And I didn't have to cook and that is a major plus in my book.Breakfast is one meal I do not like to cook.I don't know why but it is my least favorite meal to cook. After the breakfast Tony went to a meeting and Parker,Lola, and I were the only ones home.However that changed and I wound up taking Parker and Lillian to friend's houses.I did a little shopping with my mom and came home and picked up Lillian and we came home.Not much happened after that.Sunday we went to church and it was really good.Pastor Lindburg talked about something I have been thinking on lately;so now I have more to think on and I guess that is a good thing. We came home from church had lunch and Lola and I took a nap and Tony,Parker, and a friend went to the movies to see Percy Jackson and the Olympians .They really liked it.Well that was our weekend in a nutshell and I hope our week is just as relaxing:)Have a great week!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-6462672565323788414?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/6462672565323788414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-scoop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/6462672565323788414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/6462672565323788414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-scoop.html' title='Sunday Scoop'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-4091198716702401977</id><published>2010-02-12T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T06:00:59.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>This is a conversation I had with my two year old daughter Lola yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola: "I want to play in my woom(room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "O.K., you can go play in your room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola: "No, I go play my woom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"O.K. go play in your room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola:"No,Bubba(her big brother)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Do you want Bubba to go play with you in your room?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola:"No, I play my woom!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"You want to go play in your room but you have to walk by your brother to get there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola shakes her head yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"O.K., I'll walk you to you your room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk her to her room which is past the bathroom where her brother is at and after she goes happily into her room this is the next little conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola:"I lock Bubba out of my woom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Your gonna lock your brother out of your room?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola:"I lock him out my woom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"O.K.,well good luck with that because you don't have a lock on your door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola:"Humph."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-4091198716702401977?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/4091198716702401977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2010/02/brothers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/4091198716702401977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/4091198716702401977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2010/02/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-5165818177924055305</id><published>2010-02-10T20:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:43:11.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436839964981923170" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/S2n4ciEtY1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/zlErwm6lnto/s320/Lillian_lulu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-2816600562237514647?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/2816600562237514647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/2816600562237514647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/2816600562237514647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/S2n6T-l7RzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kOwdnSMCw30/s72-c/Bug_Lulu2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-5788753489703857862</id><published>2010-02-01T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:26:26.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Minutes of Normal Please...</title><content type='html'>I would just like 5 minutes of normal.You would think that would be an easy thing.But for some unknown reason it eludes me.It seems as though things haven't been "normal" for a while now. "What things you ask?" Just normal everyday things. Here's a good example.A week ago my dad was admitted into the hospital.He was having some heart trouble and lung trouble.They admitted him to run tests.Normal right?Nope, took them four days to tell the man he had pnemonia!On said day that my dad gets admitted to the hospital Parker comes sick from school.He has fever,headache, and sore throat. Normal symptoms right? Nope Dr. says he has an infection in the part of the throat you usually don't see. Home with antibiotics. Two days later the husband says he thinks he has an ear infection.Normal to think when your having ear pain? Nope, double ear infection and the Dr. goes and gets the training Dr. so she can see how bad one ear is!! So Thurs. the husband tells me is going to bed for the rest of the night.So I'm left to get Parker to a basketball game and find something to do with the girls.Normal right?Nope, first time my son has had to go to a game without a parent present.Fast forward to Sat. after all the ice.I cleaned house all day and tried to occupy three kids.Everything was "normal" till that night when Lillian screams "the dog just threw up!" So after cleaning that up it was bath time and I put the two girls in the tub together to save time and save Momma.Normal right? Nope, Lola has had some stomach issues and those issues came out in the tub.So Lola is laughing as Lillian is screaming"Get it away" and scrambling to get out of the tub. And I did what was "normal", I laughed. Yes, I stood in the middle of the bathroom floor and laughed till I cried!!!Can I please have that 5 minutes of normal? I really need it now that Lillian is sick with fever, headache and sore throat.Normal right? I doubt it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-5788753489703857862?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/5788753489703857862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-minutes-of-normal-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/5788753489703857862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/5788753489703857862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-minutes-of-normal-please.html' title='5 Minutes of Normal Please...'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-3504239528916863384</id><published>2009-10-02T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:09:55.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 8 Today...</title><content type='html'>Well it is hard to believe but Lillian turned 8 today. The 8 years seem to have flown by. She is my firstborn daughter. Truth be told I wasn't sure I wanted girls. I would have been fine with all boys. I love sports and would have spent all my time at sporting events and doing boy things but God had other plans. When I found out I was pregnant I was sure it was a boy. My mother and everyone thought it was a girl. What did they know? Right!?! My mother said she knew it was a girl the second she saw my face after the ultrasound. She said I looked like I was in shock. I was very much! I wouldn't even buy pink for her! But she won me over when she came into the world and only had eyes for me! I had never felt so special! So to introduce you to my Lillian a little bit I decided in honor of her 8th birthday to give you 8 fun facts about her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Fun Facts About Lillian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Lillian was born on Tuesday, October 2,2001 at 12:29p.m.She weighed 6pds.90z. and was 19 1/2 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Lillian's full name is Lillian Michelle B. Lillian was my maternal great-grandmother's name and Michelle is Tony's sisters name who passed away a day after being born. We were looking for a name that not everybody had and could not agree on one. I finally asked my dad my great-grandmother's name on his side of the family and when he said Lillian I knew that would be her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.She is both a little sister and a big sister. She is a sweet sister and very helpful. She is her little sister's best friend. How her brother feels about her is another few posts in itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.She loves to draw. She is the only one of my kids who ever drew on the walls. That should have a warning sign right there. She likes to draw pictures of her family, hearts, rainbows, and animals. She likes color and lots of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She loves DOGS!!! She loves real dogs, stuffed animal dogs, Littlest Pet Shop dogs, and just about any dog. She got a poodle for her 5th birthday and his name is Tucker. She decided she wanted a puppy for her birthday and got a poodle magazine and carried it around for 2 months so she could show everyone the poodle she wanted. I told you she loves dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.She has never played with a baby doll or a Barbie doll in her life. I tried but she would have nothing to do with one. I just knew she would because I loved baby dolls and Barbie but nope not her. She only loved Littlest Pet Shop. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.She is a bow wearing, earring wearing, necklace wearing, fingernail polish wearing sports nut. She plays soccer and softball and has asked to play basketball this year. She can outrun just about any boy. She proved it last year when her brother's baseball had to run laps and the coach let her run and she beat them all!!!  They were 12 and under!!  She loves to run what can I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.She loves the Lord. She loves going to church and asks everyday how many more days till church. She worships the Lord so sweetly. I watched one night during VBS her worship the Lord and I couldn't stop crying at how sweet it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you've learned some things about my sweet girl! We love you Lillian and wish you many more Happy Birthdays!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-3504239528916863384?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/3504239528916863384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2009/10/shes-8-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/3504239528916863384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/3504239528916863384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2009/10/shes-8-today.html' title='She&apos;s 8 Today...'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-1281692960399705114</id><published>2009-08-02T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:42:43.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Football Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365571270603291906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/SnZWpIFZvQI/AAAAAAAAABY/v845PAbmFJw/s320/IMG_3551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a proud football momma, I love the game! Love to watch it on tv, go to college games , and to watch my son play. Parker is my football player. He loves to play football. He started asking me when he was six years old if he could play. I said "No Way!!" "Not till you are 10 years old!" Well I signed him up for flag football when he was in 2nd grade at FACS. At the first practice when he found out he couldn't tackle he said he would wait untill he was 10 because it wasn't worth playing if he couldn't "take them down." So he waited inpatiently for 2 more years. He began his career at 10 and has played for the CYAA for two years and both years has been a Tennessee Titan. By the way, his momma's favorite team. However this year we have to play for the GYAA in Germantown because he is to old for CYAA and to young for the middle school football team. The CYAA cutoff age is 11 (he's 12) and you have to be in 7th grade to play for Collierville Middle (he's going into 6th). But lucky for us GYAA's age cutoff is 12. I'm kinda glad because I don't know if I'm ready for middle school ball; Parker is ready, I'm not!! So we spent all last week at conditioning and I'm told he did real well. So Friday and Saturday were the evaluations and my husband said he did Great!!! Yeah!!! So for us it will be another season of football practices and games!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for the first game!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365577029267560146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/SnZb4Ux9FtI/AAAAAAAAABg/N08Z9mAHB2I/s320/IMG_3555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Parker Tackling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365590536785077506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/SnZoKkNFpQI/AAAAAAAAABo/mWE1LoW3Pvg/s320/IMG_3556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Parker on the right getting ready to rumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365590861227703922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/SnZodc2PPnI/AAAAAAAAABw/CS1aoSMTjfA/s320/IMG_3564.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;On your mark, Get set, GO!!!!!!!!! (6.5 in 40 yds.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-1281692960399705114?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/1281692960399705114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-football-player.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/1281692960399705114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/1281692960399705114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-football-player.html' title='My Football Player'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/SnZWpIFZvQI/AAAAAAAAABY/v845PAbmFJw/s72-c/IMG_3551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151688036332526371.post-754165994714862116</id><published>2009-07-05T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:33:16.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post</title><content type='html'>July 5,2009&lt;br /&gt;  Well , this is my first post. I decided to do this after reading a friend of mine's blog. She makes it look real easy and fun. I'm not so sure I can do it but I thought I would give it a whirl and see how I like it. I read lots of other people's blogs and I think it's fun to see how different we all are.  It's fun to see other people's kids,how their family works , and other things they like to share. So here I am to try this out and see how I like it. I'm pretty shy so I don't know how well I'll like talking on my blog since I have a hard tome talking to other people. Maybe this will help. I hope everyone enjoys reading mine and maybe gets to know me a little better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9151688036332526371-754165994714862116?l=momof3bells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/feeds/754165994714862116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/754165994714862116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9151688036332526371/posts/default/754165994714862116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momof3bells.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post'/><author><name>Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04402002913846159752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ftzS7PIv4o/Sa8_aaPsMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RkJbhmUeXcA/S220/profile2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
