<?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-6009468841646919971</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:15:20.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dixon Chicks plus Bill..........</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-8329181874138286998</id><published>2009-04-13T16:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:54:37.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee, it had fuzz on it.</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not talking about anything in my refrigerator either!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about this blog that I haven't touched sinced February!!  I think it's weird that I go to Blissdom '09 in Nashville, had a blast, met lots of fantastic ladies, got great swag, and came back home uninspired to write anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crickets chirpped.  No give-aways.  No serious topics.  No fund-raising.  My blog was just blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if all the bloggers I met were so serious about their writing and blogging networking  and I know that I just do this to meet folks and have some fun..................... As always I didn't think I measured up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then, I decided that that couldn't be the reason because I have finally hit a point in my life that I am not doing stuff to please other people or do what is only expected of me.  I am finally doing things for me and realizing that It. Is. Okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wasn't in the mood.  It happens.  And it only meant something to me.  Sorry if all of this is random and not making much sense, but it does to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope a Happy Easter was had by all.  I always think of my Mamaw at Easter when we sing "Because He Lives."  I missed her so much yesterday it hurt.  I hope I can impact my children and future grandchildren in that same, loving way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do standardized testing this week!!  I only have 31 more days of school!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-8329181874138286998?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8329181874138286998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=8329181874138286998&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8329181874138286998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8329181874138286998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2009/04/gee-it-had-fuzz-on-it.html' title='Gee, it had fuzz on it.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-5688779632177949709</id><published>2009-02-24T19:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:31:41.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.  Is this thing on?</title><content type='html'>Hello.  I know I have posted in a long, long while, but ......... well, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wanted to post about my Blissdom trip, but in order to do that I need to upload my photos to the computer, then find the ones I want and put them in the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to show off my cute green shoes I got on clearance for 9 bucks, but once again,  it would require effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got me a cute green sweater (Did you see that Lynette?  2 cute green things!) that I thought I could share, but instead, I am wearing it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just haven't had the "get-up-and-go" lately.  Ever since my trip to Nashville, I don't feel like I can get caught up.  My laundry is never-ending, I need to vaccum, the cabinets are asking me to go to the store, and my legs are hairy.  Sorry.  I thought I would share that tidbit with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to say that I'm grateful today for my friend Christi's dad's open-heart surgery going well, and I had another friend that got some good news from a doctor too.  I have lots of joys and some concerns too, but we'll discuss those another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get back into the swing of things soon.  The next little bit of time is not slowing down, so maybe I need to go get some vitamins?  Anybody out there know  something that's good to take for energy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-5688779632177949709?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5688779632177949709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=5688779632177949709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5688779632177949709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5688779632177949709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-is-this-thing-on.html' title='Hello.  Is this thing on?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-1049805907465669146</id><published>2009-02-10T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:00:01.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeeeerrrrrrre's Robin!!</title><content type='html'>I have finally gotten around to sitting down with &lt;a href="http://www.lulaville.com/"&gt;Lula&lt;/a&gt;, and letting her pick my brain. I enjoyed putting on my thinking cap and spending time with her questions. Because of time restraints, I got right to the heart of the matter and answered the questions. And Lula, be proud, I wanted to answer all of them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lula: Everyone has been blessed with a talent, be it big or small. What's yours, and do you use it often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Robin: I don’t think I have a true talent, but I can pick stuff up with my toes. I have fun with that with towels on the floor and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lula: Share your favorite memory from childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Robin: I have so many!! I think, probably anytime I spent at my grandparents’ house. When I think of my mamaw, I feel safe and warm and remember just doing simple, fun things. She would hang kite string up in her kitchen, let me wear one of her aprons with clothespins in it, and hang towels. I was “hanging my wash out on the line!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lula: You've been given a two week, all-expenses paid vacation. Where will you go? Whom will you take with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Robin: A beach destination!!! If I wanted just a fun-filled trip, I would take a few close friends and we would lounge and laugh and drink fruity drinks with umbrellas. If I wanted romance, I would take Billy and we would lounge in a different way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lula: If you could have one superpower, what would you want? How would you use it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Robin: I would love to have the power of bending the will of children. Heehee. All I would have to do would be to touch their shoulder, and it would be like a mind-bend thingy. They would do whatever I asked them to do without arguing with me. A sweet Pollyanna glaze would come over their faces. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lula: A movie is being made of your life story. Who will play you? Your significant other? And what song would be on the movie's soundtrack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Robin: I would love for Ashley Judd to play me. She’s beautiful, Southern (Appalachian Southern –there is a difference), and she’s intelligent. I would pick Tom Hanks or someone like him to play Billy. Tom Hanks’ can be funny, serious, and can hold a conversation with you. The movie’s soundtrack would have to be something by U2. I think, maybe, Sometime’s You Can’t Make it On Your Own. I love that song and the backstory to it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lula: If you had an entire day to spend by yourself, with plenty of money at your disposal, what would you choose to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Robin: I would have an outlandishly extravagant spa day!! Massage, facial, mani/pedi, wraps, hot stone treatments, and anything else I could pick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lula: Name three people, living or deceased, you'd invite to a dinner party at your house. What would you serve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Robin: I would love to have: 1- my Mamaw, just to have a chance to be with her again and talk to her and let her love me 2- Dr. John Lang, a college English professor, because even while I was a stupid college student, I could tell his intelligence and love for modern Southern writers, and 3- Elvis, back when he was King, not all doped up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lula: You stumble upon a time machine that will only go back through time. Where will it take you? What will you do in that period of time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Robin: I would like to go back to college and let my freak-flag fly. In high school, I felt like I was more of my own person. In college, I feel that I never quite fit into a peg. That left me at times feeling isolated and lonely. I had a great time, but I wish I would have been truer to myself and that might have been better for me later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lula: What is your all-time favorite book? Movie? Television show? Song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Robin: I always have trouble with these questions. I like so much and such a wide variety of things. I’ll try…..&lt;br /&gt;Book: To Kill a Mockingbird I love the story of realizing what is in your own backyard and how precious it can be&lt;br /&gt;Movie: I always say Grease because it was the movie from my youth that I looked forward to seeing the once a year it came on tv. As I’ve gotten older, I still love it. That’s the type of movie you can watch anytime and just have fun. I also really love The Green Mile. It’s a great story and I can watch it to make me cry when I need a good cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Song: I can't answer this one. It definitely depends on whether it's a party, power ballad, dance floor, or a road trip. I love too much music and too many different kinds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TV Show: I have to say Lost!!! That is the best show that makes you think and is intelligent. I also seem to be watching a lot of reruns of Frasier right now. I always liked that show too. I will admit that Billy and I park our rears every Sunday night at 9:00 on VH1 for Rock of Love. Those girls give new meaning to the word skank!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lula: A physician offers you $25,000 worth of plastic surgery services. Do you take him/her up on the offer? If so, what will you enhance/make bigger/make smaller?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Robin: I would definitely take up that offer. Could I include LASIK in there? My stinking insurance doesn’t think it’s medical, and I want. It. So. Bad. My body could use so many other procedures, but I would give it all up for LASIK. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lula for the thought-provoking questions. Now, I would love to interview YOU!! If you would like to join in the fun, leave me a comment that you would like to be interviewed. I will email you some questions and then you can post it on your blog. Don't be afraid. I can't throw curve balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't want to be interviewed, leave me a comment. I need some lovin' over here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;Robin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-1049805907465669146?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1049805907465669146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=1049805907465669146&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1049805907465669146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1049805907465669146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/heeeeeerrrrrrres-robin.html' title='Heeeeeerrrrrrre&apos;s Robin!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-3665623477974473937</id><published>2009-02-09T16:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:24:40.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise, I promise.</title><content type='html'>I promise to post my &lt;a href="http://lulaville.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lula&lt;/a&gt; interview questions and answers. I am looking forward to answering those and you getting to know me a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also promise to do a full-out post on my weekend at &lt;a href="http://blissdomconference.com/"&gt;Blissdom 09&lt;/a&gt;. Girls, this was serious fun. I mean, F-U-N!! I want to go again already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get to those, just not today. I got back yesterday evening after leaving Thursday afternoon, and I need to unload the dishwasher, unpack suitcase, fold some laundry, do some more laundry, and on and on and on and............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share with you-all. It was fun, have I said that already??? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;Robin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-3665623477974473937?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3665623477974473937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=3665623477974473937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3665623477974473937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3665623477974473937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-promise-i-promise.html' title='I promise, I promise.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-9037229822413832899</id><published>2009-02-03T08:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:05:56.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It just keeps getting better!</title><content type='html'>I must have done something right over the weekend because my fog is lifting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out early from school yesterday, we are closed today, they are calling for more snow to come, Adriana Trigiani's new book, Very Valentine, is out today, AND in 2 days, Christi and I are leaving for Blissdom '09!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SYhO95LfP1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/0ZI4i1wrjJw/s1600-h/im_going_yall.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SYhO95LfP1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/0ZI4i1wrjJw/s400/im_going_yall.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298571786829381458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SYhO9wa3f-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/yw9Ssra0gos/s1600-h/33695479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SYhO9wa3f-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/yw9Ssra0gos/s400/33695479.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298571784477966306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the book:  I love this author.  She grew up in Big Stone Gap, VA which is about an hour away from here.  When she published her first book, Big Stone Gap, Christi and I went to Big Stone for the book signing.  Reed was little and in a stroller.  I forgot to add that Christi lived in Big Stone Gap for her middle school years so that made it even more special.  I've also gotten another one of her books signed.  She just seems so real and friendly.  She's the type that you would want to have a meal with and just sit around and talk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Blissdom:  Christi and I are leaving Thursday afternoon.  We are staying with a college friend Thursday night then heading into Nashville on Friday.  We have not done anything like this since we graduated from college way back in 1995.  I am excited to do something with her and to get adult time for almost 4 days!!  4 days.  Do you know the last time that happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's one big career downfall.  I teach small children all day and then come home to small children in the evening.  Oh yes, the girls are growing up and becoming more self-sufficent, but sometimes just the fact that they need me is overwhelming.  That makes me sound like a real winner in the mom department, doesn't it??  See.  I need this little mini-vacation!!  I hope to learn more about this great big blog world we live in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-9037229822413832899?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/9037229822413832899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=9037229822413832899&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/9037229822413832899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/9037229822413832899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-just-keeps-getting-better.html' title='It just keeps getting better!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SYhO95LfP1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/0ZI4i1wrjJw/s72-c/im_going_yall.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-4417228870833476098</id><published>2009-02-02T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:58:42.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's a good day.</title><content type='html'>I got a surprise today!  A very, simple surprise, but it lifted my heart.  We got out of school 2 hours early for inclement weather.  It was a great shock because it was not expected, and truthfully, we probably could have stayed!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home, ran the vaccum (to get rid of the guilt), sat down to catch up on bloggy stuff, and will be getting off to read some of my Sookie Stackhouse book and drink a cup of coffee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a good day to me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-4417228870833476098?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4417228870833476098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=4417228870833476098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4417228870833476098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4417228870833476098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-good-day.html' title='Today&apos;s a good day.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-6137296734371067323</id><published>2009-01-29T18:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:27:57.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing....</title><content type='html'>I haven't had anything note-worthy to blog about lately, so here's a meme that a friend emailed to me.  Please play along and perk up my comments.  They need some love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What is your salad dressing of choice?&lt;br /&gt;raspberry vinagerette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Stir Fry Cafe, a thai food place here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What food could you eat for 2 weeks straight and not get sick of it&lt;br /&gt;pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your pizza toppings of choice?&lt;br /&gt;ham and pineapple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to put on your toast?&lt;br /&gt;butter and grape jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many televisions are in your house?&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many phones are in your house?&lt;br /&gt;3 plus our cells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you right-handed or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had anything removed from your body?&lt;br /&gt;tonsils and I guess my children =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last heavy item you lifted?&lt;br /&gt;tub of girls' outgrown clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been knocked unconscious?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were possi​ble,would you want to know the day you were going to die?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.  I think I would dwell too much on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;I never have liked Robin.  Mom's other choice was Stephanie.  That's not too bad.  My 8 year old self would have picked Pamela.  I loved Dallas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?&lt;br /&gt;I would try, but not succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pairs of flip flops do you own?&lt;br /&gt;4, I know I flopped!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you had a run-in with the cops?&lt;br /&gt;college, and that's all I'm going to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;Betsy, my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Allie, my 6 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season?&lt;br /&gt;fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month?&lt;br /&gt;June - it's just getting good and hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower?&lt;br /&gt;daisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;grandparents - I would have loved to have known what they thought of my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood?&lt;br /&gt;subdued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say something fabulous, but it's just the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching?&lt;br /&gt;nothing much - a rerun of Everybody Loves Raymond.  Our tv stays on TBS in the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying about?&lt;br /&gt;too many things to list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First place you went this morning?&lt;br /&gt;bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Hotel for Dogs - it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;not enough - I'm a pretty quiet, serious person and then I go to sarcastic! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always answer your phone?&lt;br /&gt;as long as I can find it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it?&lt;br /&gt;nobody.  And let's just say that I'm glad I didn't have access to a cell phone in college.  Drunk dialing, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your eye color what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't I like my green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic?&lt;br /&gt;vanilla or cherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you own a digital camera?&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a pet fish?&lt;br /&gt;yes and I lost it down the drain - it was still alive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Christmas Song?&lt;br /&gt;Blue Christmas, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your wish list for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;LASIK surgery for me, to get the floors done for the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do push ups?&lt;br /&gt;haha, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do a chin up?&lt;br /&gt;never have been able to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the future make you more nervous or excited?&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think about the future too much because like Lost says, you can't change it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any saved texts?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in a car wreck?&lt;br /&gt;no, thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an accent?&lt;br /&gt;Oh heck yeah, I grew up in southwest VA and now live in east TN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last song to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;the hymn, Here I Am Lord -- we sang it at church Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans tonight?&lt;br /&gt;wash clothes and watch tv- Grey's is on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?&lt;br /&gt;too many times to count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things you bought yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;a book, my lunch, and the girls' lunches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been given roses?&lt;br /&gt;yes, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current hate at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything.  That's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met someone who changed your life?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the obvious- my husband and children.  The not so-obvious-- past teachers who helped shape my mind and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song represents you?&lt;br /&gt;My Girl - Temptations, it seems it's all about them right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I said you can't change the future, I guess not.  Even though it would be fun to go back and be young again!  There are things I would have done but didn't for fear of consequences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, stupidly, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any tattoos or piercings?&lt;br /&gt;just my ears are pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in a relationship 4 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm married, I should be. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone love you?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;no, I get seasick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, I always think of praise hymns in the shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had someone sing to you?&lt;br /&gt;yes. a sweet moment with a boyfriend from college. He sang a Depeche Mode song, "Somebody"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember.  Guess that means it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, until I get hot, then "Hands off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands with anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music did you listen to in elementary school?&lt;br /&gt;anything that you would have found on Solid Gold.  I loved that show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are most of the friends in your life new or old?&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like pulpy orange juice?&lt;br /&gt;no I think that's gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something your friends make fun of you for?&lt;br /&gt;anything and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ridden an elephant?&lt;br /&gt;no, they stink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to play Scrabble?&lt;br /&gt;Y-E-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you saving for?&lt;br /&gt;retirement!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you ate peanut butter and jelly?&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night, with a glass of milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;I want an all song service with my favorite hymns and songs. I love old hymns.  I guess that's my little church up-bringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 12 AM last night&lt;br /&gt;sleeping.  It's not 1994, you know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-6137296734371067323?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6137296734371067323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=6137296734371067323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6137296734371067323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6137296734371067323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-nothing.html' title='I have nothing....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2663864567569223213</id><published>2009-01-22T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:07:23.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Thursday, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day I will have worked this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We were out Monday for MLKday.  Then, it snowed!!  I was so happy to get an extra day at home.  It felt nice to have a surprise day off.  Billy and I were hurriedly trying to finish rewatching season 3 and 4 of Lost before last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were on a 2 hour delay yesterday morning, and I like those too.  We go to school a little later but it counts as a regular day.  I got up, showered, came into the living room, cut on the Today Show, and saw that we were out again!!  The sun was shining, and no snow on the ground. It puzzled me, but should I really be looking a gifted horse in the mouth?  Now, I have learned not to ask why, but to be happy with what we are given.  Soooo, I happily got to stay home again!!  Once again, we watched DVDs trying to finish up.  We somehow did it and then got to watch it for real last night!  I'm happy to have it back, but of course, I am confused already!!  That's why I love it though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am going to work today though.  This will be an extremely short week, and there's nothing wrong with that!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Thursday everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2663864567569223213?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2663864567569223213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2663864567569223213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2663864567569223213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2663864567569223213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-thursday-isnt-it.html' title='It&apos;s Thursday, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-7059555920577067839</id><published>2009-01-16T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:02:47.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SXCRvRLnndI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZGf1_v9xIjc/s1600-h/mattfox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SXCRvRLnndI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZGf1_v9xIjc/s400/mattfox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291889803412348370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this picture on PerezHilton, which is from Details magazine, and I got excited!!  There is something about Matthew Fox that I like.  I know his character can be a total you-know-what, but I get him.  Plus, he's awfully pretty to look at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost is coming back!!!!  It will be here Wednesday night and I am so stoked.  I love this show.  I love that, sometimes, after I watch it, I still am not sure what happened.  I often look at my husband, and ask, "What the #&amp;*@ was that?"  That's good television folks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Billy the first 4 seasons on DVD for Christmas, and we have been trying to rewatch before Wednesday.  I don't think it's going to happen.  It's been fun to watch though.  We'll see something and be all, "Well, duh!  The writers actually told us what it was going to be!"  Take when Hurley and Sayid are on the beach with the radio, they pick up a Benny Goodman song (or something close to that).  Sayid says that it could be coming from anywhere and Hurley says or any-TIME!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, they actually told us.  We were just too simple to get it.  Oh how I love this show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Lost fans out there??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-7059555920577067839?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7059555920577067839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=7059555920577067839&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/7059555920577067839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/7059555920577067839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s coming!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SXCRvRLnndI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZGf1_v9xIjc/s72-c/mattfox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2886146132285092020</id><published>2009-01-14T07:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:19:47.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Allie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SW3YIkjPOqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/audu3vSzoNI/s1600-h/100_0883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SW3YIkjPOqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/audu3vSzoNI/s400/100_0883.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291122778992229026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my youngest daughter's birthday.  Allie is 6 today.  She is so excited that she work up extra early this morning.  I can't believe that she is where she is because babies aren't supposed to grow up, are they?  She is a crackerjack, and I wish that I had time to share everything that she says.  She did say last night, "Remember when I used to want to skip 5 and just go to 6?  Well, I don't have to think about that now!"  Her quips are the stuff of legend at church.  She loves to be kissed and cuddled.  I always can count on some lovin' from her.  I pray for her to grow into a woman that continues to show her love and friendliness to others.  I pray that some Christian parents out there are raising a son to be a good mate for her.  I pray for her to be healthy and make good choices as she grows. Finally, I pray that I am the mother she needs me to be to help her get through the coming and forming years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Allie!! I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2886146132285092020?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2886146132285092020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2886146132285092020&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2886146132285092020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2886146132285092020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-allie.html' title='Happy Birthday Allie!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SW3YIkjPOqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/audu3vSzoNI/s72-c/100_0883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-8243296850696828853</id><published>2009-01-10T16:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:50:08.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's not Friday....</title><content type='html'>I know it's not Friday, and Flashback doesn't quite go with Saturday, but I wanted to do a song flashback anyway!  So, we'll call it Song Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running errands the other day and listening to my current favorite channel on Sirius, '90s on 9.  Most of the songs remind me of college and the fun times I had.  I can usually hear a song and remember a certain time, a certain person, or some event.  I feel like my life has its own soundtrack sometimes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, this song was one of those songs from 1991, I think.  It takes me back to fall at Emory and Henry.  Ahhh, the good ole days of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's Naughty by Nature, OPP.  I really loved this song at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gJZt6cZdnhY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gJZt6cZdnhY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-8243296850696828853?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8243296850696828853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=8243296850696828853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8243296850696828853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8243296850696828853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-its-not-friday.html' title='I know it&apos;s not Friday....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-7617948306904471784</id><published>2009-01-06T17:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:17:15.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some January blahs...</title><content type='html'>I had to go back to work yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to not have to work and be able to feel like the laundry actually got finished at my house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have my wits about me at the end of the day and not feel so short-fused with my own children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be able to start something at home and not feel like I'll get around to it on a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I am whining, but please let me.  My assistant is out this week, for a very blessed reason (a new grandson), but it's report card time and my nerves are shot by 2:00!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it is raining so much here that I may be building an ark tonight.  Who knows!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some sun or a snow day or something!  Alright, I feel better now, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am going to Nashville in February to the Blissdom Conference.  Anybody out there going?  I will blog later about getting ready for it with my best friend, Christi.  We will have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-7617948306904471784?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7617948306904471784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=7617948306904471784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/7617948306904471784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/7617948306904471784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-january-blahs.html' title='Some January blahs...'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-4279789193434419880</id><published>2008-12-29T21:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:28:27.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some post-Christmas cheer to share...</title><content type='html'>I thought I would post some pictures from Christmas to share with you. Hope you all are still recovering and gearing up for a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285410651811994514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SVmM_AlR25I/AAAAAAAAAW4/LzE9MzbCNTc/s400/100_0905.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Reed and her new shirt, beanie, and plaid scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SVmM-hPgKTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/q9EyE5-xeyw/s1600-h/100_0903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285410643399158066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SVmM-hPgKTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/q9EyE5-xeyw/s400/100_0903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allie was taking a break from opening presents. She is sitting on a beanbag chair one of my nephews got at Na-Na's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SVmM-SjXpdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KaRIXfZXpgw/s1600-h/100_0885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285410639455954386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SVmM-SjXpdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/KaRIXfZXpgw/s400/100_0885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reed was absolutely over the moon to get her blue DS!! She hasn't stopped playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SVmM-KloUdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/kOlDy2XfUcI/s1600-h/100_0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285410637317951954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SVmM-KloUdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/kOlDy2XfUcI/s400/100_0882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allie and her tri-bot. She started asking for this thing back in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I celebrate my 13th anniversary tomorrow with Billy. We were kids, basically, when we got married. We were almost 23 and had never lived away from home. I had graduated from college in May and Billy had graduated 2 weeks before the wedding. Looking back on it, as a parent, I am shocked that no one tried to talk some sense into us. We had the world by the tail. We soon had reality slap us in the face. But, that's another post for another day. We've had some major things happen (the post I mentioned), and some miracles (our girls) have occurred. We have been blessed by family, friends, and good memories. Then, Billy has a birthday on Jan. 1. I have one on Jan. 11, Allie on Jan. 14, and Reed on Jan. 25. Yeah, we really know how to plan. : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click on it, you can really see how young we looked!! Especially Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SVmS87aUthI/AAAAAAAAAXI/k-qX8lFe1R8/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285417213133895186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SVmS87aUthI/AAAAAAAAAXI/k-qX8lFe1R8/s400/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, why can't I get my scans to be normal size anymore? I need a tutorial!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-4279789193434419880?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4279789193434419880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=4279789193434419880&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4279789193434419880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4279789193434419880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-post-christmas-cheer-to-share.html' title='Some post-Christmas cheer to share...'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SVmM_AlR25I/AAAAAAAAAW4/LzE9MzbCNTc/s72-c/100_0905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-5456246246702342685</id><published>2008-12-24T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:03:16.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to tell everyone Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a great holiday and create some memories to hold on to for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am trying to remember this as I watch my almost 10 year old cling to Santa, but I think she secretly is questioning things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember this as my 5 year old says over and over and over that she is so excited that it is Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember this as I watch my girls perform in the Christmas program at church and I smile so much my face hurts.  Reed did an excellent job narrarating the program and Allie was a lamb.  Before the program, the children got to do an individual act if they wanted.  Reed read a poem that she wrote and Allie sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-5456246246702342685?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5456246246702342685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=5456246246702342685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5456246246702342685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5456246246702342685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-553227199450175895</id><published>2008-12-19T15:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:25:07.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!!!</title><content type='html'>It's Friday afternoon, and I have officially began my Christmas break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am excited. However, I still need to do some last-minute shopping and hope to get it done! If not, then I guess they didn't need it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some exciting news-- I went to the mall last night to pick up teacher gifts for my girls and was wandering around Bath and Body Works. I looked up and saw this woman and thought that she looked familiar. She walked off, then I ended up where she had moved to. She looked and me and recognized me, and it was &lt;a href="http://www.luluville.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had come over into my neck of the woods for something with her husband, and I ran into her. That was so fun. It sort of made this blogging thing more real. When I hear about weather in certain areas I think of some of you, when I hear a news story I think of you, or if we are going somewhere I will think, well that's close to so-and-so. You folks influence and uplift way more than you will ever know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you make it through the crazy winter weather, the crazy people at the store, and the crazy families that you are visiting or are visiting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Merry Christmas. May you feel the Lord's presence in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-553227199450175895?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/553227199450175895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=553227199450175895&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/553227199450175895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/553227199450175895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-made-it.html' title='I made it!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2526188304603310013</id><published>2008-12-16T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:03:24.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you I'd be back...</title><content type='html'>I survived my conference and had a great time.  Is that even possible at a work event?  I heard some great speakers, got some good entertainment from these brothers from Nashville, &lt;a href="http://www.thestandards.com/"&gt;The Standards&lt;/a&gt;.  They sing, well, they sing standards.  They were great for these type of thing, wedding, receptions, and that stuff. They were really, very good, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesley and I shopped some, ate well, and saw a movie.   I "had" to buy a new pair of shoes because the ones I took rubbed some mammoth blisters on my toes.  =)  The weather, however, was not very nice.  It rained most of the time, and we both are paying for it this week.  I can't breathe and my throat tickles.  I hope that's all it does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was great.  My family (my mom, her husband, my dad, his friend, my granny, my sister and her family, and my crew) went out to eat to celebrate my niece's 14th birthday and my "graduation."  I didn't walk but we wanted to mark the event!!  I got some pieces for my WillowTree navity set.  I was quite excited about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are having a good week, and wish us school teachers well as we finish up before the Christmas break.  Most of the little kiddies are so excited about Santa that school work is NOT on their minds.  We are having fun activities this week to help, so that's added excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please pray for the little ones that don't have much this year.  I'm not talking about just presents under the tree; I am talking about not having shoes or a coat for the winter.  Sometimes, I get so bogged down with what I feel I can't do for mine, that I forget what I actually do for them and what "doing without" really means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2526188304603310013?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2526188304603310013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2526188304603310013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2526188304603310013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2526188304603310013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-told-you-id-be-back.html' title='I told you I&apos;d be back...'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-8923580587961727688</id><published>2008-12-09T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:12:14.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back!!</title><content type='html'>Hello all!! I am very excited this evening.  I get to go to a 3 day conference in Gatlinburg, TN in the morning.  That means I get to leave the classroom for 3 whole days!  Don't get me wrong I enjoy being with my kiddos, but sometimes a chance to do something different is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In teaching, my day is so set on schedule.  I can tell you what I will be doing at 9:12 am on Monday, March 9, 2009.  I will be teaching the comprehension skills of my large group reading lesson for the day.  If I had my manual here, I could even tell you the skill, the SPIs I would be covering, and the story we will be on.  So, like I said, a chance to do something different, but still in my field, is exciting stuff!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going with a buddy of mine from work, Lesley.  Hey Lesley!!  We will have 2 evenings free to shop, eat out, and just hang out.  This is my idea of a vacation.  Who cares that I will be sitting in workshops for 3 days?  It will be different!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my own children, and I was frantic trying to gather clothes, medicine, and dance gear; but, I will call them and IT WILL BE OKAY.  I have to keep telling the mommy in me that the Robin in me needs this too.  =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, happy hump day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-8923580587961727688?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8923580587961727688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=8923580587961727688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8923580587961727688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8923580587961727688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll be back!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-1433101445035968178</id><published>2008-12-06T09:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:44:15.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a new post.....</title><content type='html'>Just realized that I hadn't posted in December yet and it's the 6th!! Not much is going on, praise the Lord! No heat pump problems, no flooded bathrooms, and no major issues. Sure as I write this though, something will happen. Quick, say a prayer for us that nothing like that happens for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was great. I felt like our break was just long enough, I loved getting to see &lt;a href="http://www.kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lynette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and her crew, not having to take Reed to any dance practices, and just getting some time with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then though, things have been hectic. Billy was out of town this past week, school and other schedules were back to normal, and I had early morning duty at school. I think I was on time 1 day! LOL. I was 5 min. late the other days. We have to be there 15 min. earlier than usual for morning duty. Thank goodness, it's only like every 9 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we left school early on Monday for snow, that was a great surprise! Then, we went in late on Tuesday. My kids at school were so out of sorts because of the schedule changes. They will be this way though until January. They are so excited with the least little thing. I put up lights in my room, and you would have thought it was &lt;a href="http://www.bristolmotorspeedway.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Speedway in Lights&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you on-line shop? I did on Cyber Monday. I didn't get loads of fantastic deals, but it is so convinient! I was on the computer 2 hours though trying to make decisions on what to do. I love Christmas, but can't stand it at the same time. I don't like deciding what to give. I don't seem to really be in the mood this year. I'm listening to as many Christmas songs as I can trying to drum it up. Maybe it will work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to finish the week off right, Allie had to go to the doctor Friday. She has strep. It's going around school, and her room especially. I hope she's the only one to get it. Reed wasn't home last night so that's a plus. She went to see a play that her friend was in and then spent the night with her. My 9 year old has a better social life than I do. When did that happen???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day/weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-1433101445035968178?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1433101445035968178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=1433101445035968178&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1433101445035968178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1433101445035968178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-for-new-post.html' title='Time for a new post.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-8084321687328309962</id><published>2008-11-28T05:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:34:00.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is..............................</title><content type='html'>Well, I promised you last week that if youtube cooperated then I would present the song that helps get me in the mood for Christmas. I love this song. I got a CD way back when just because this song was on it. My friend, Christi, gave me an ornament that plays this song, back in 1995 (I think.) I still hang it on my tree and my oldest, Reed, loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado, I present you with (drumroll, please), The King. The one, the only Elvis Presley singing Blue Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUyuGFoiWJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUyuGFoiWJ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis has left the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have a great start to the Christmas season!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-8084321687328309962?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8084321687328309962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=8084321687328309962&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8084321687328309962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8084321687328309962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-it-is.html' title='Here it is..............................'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-5228557439169360544</id><published>2008-11-24T20:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:12:29.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want it to happen.......</title><content type='html'>I don't want it to happen but my little butterfly is growing up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SStPZr2HIgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AQ5NMC_Oc6c/s1600-h/100_0844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SStPZr2HIgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AQ5NMC_Oc6c/s400/100_0844.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272395091452305922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie lost her 1st tooth tonight!  She was so proud of herself.  I think the other ones will come out quicker, now that she knows that it didn't hurt to lose it.  She was a little anxious about that.  And ta-da, here she is without the tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SStPZ4VCMQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Qo-0xOUZXiE/s1600-h/100_0862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SStPZ4VCMQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Qo-0xOUZXiE/s400/100_0862.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272395094803230978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to leave Reed out of the conversation, here she is at Halloween too.  She was a "glam girl" this year.  I think it is how she secretly wants to dress for school.  You can't tell in the photo but she had on rhinestone eyelashes.  She came up with the outfit on her own.  Can you believe it? :)  Hello, my name is Tacky. LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SStPaYLyIyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Mu1LppadkL0/s1600-h/100_0849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SStPaYLyIyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Mu1LppadkL0/s400/100_0849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272395103354364706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-5228557439169360544?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5228557439169360544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=5228557439169360544&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5228557439169360544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5228557439169360544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-want-it-to-happen.html' title='I don&apos;t want it to happen.......'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SStPZr2HIgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AQ5NMC_Oc6c/s72-c/100_0844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-5592701247413878743</id><published>2008-11-20T18:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:20:07.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some random things....</title><content type='html'>I was going to do a flashback Friday today, but youtube was not cooperating.  Plus, I probably would have officially gotten on your nerves with my choice!!  I just realized that next Friday is the day AFTER Thanksgiving.  That means I can pull out all my Christmas CDs and drive my girls insane with my choice of music for a month.  Well, I do that everyday, but you know what I mean.  I can NOT believe that it is that time of year again.  I have not bought the first thing this year and do not know where to start.  I hate Christmas for that very reason.  I love the decorations, the festiveness, and the just, generally, good feeling of the time of year.  But, I hate the gift shopping, exchanging, and hoping that you have pleased someone.  Anywho, my song choice....... I'm not telling.  If I can get youtube to do what I want it to do, I may surprise you all with a little cheer next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stomach bug is starting at my school.  I had a child, crying with stomach pains, the last twenty minutes of school.  I call Mom, had to leave a message, waited 10 minutes, and then called grandma.  I told her how he was just complaining right now and wanted her to know for when he got off the bus.  He threw up while I was on the phone with her!!!  And not a little, my poor book corner is all I'm going to say. :) My advice to you mothers: Lysol and Clorox wipes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm all excited about Twilight.  Yes, I'm jealous that Lynette is seeing it tonight, and I'm not.  Yes, I'm stupid for not going and getting tickets early, but I dont' want to go alone.  Yes, I'm afraid I will look creepy going alone to see this movie about a bunch of young, good-looking people.  I will try to get one of my nieces to go, hopefully this weekend.  So no telling, Lynette!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, my fiasco of last night.  Reed was at dance, it was time to get her, I got Allie ready and decided at the last minute to go tinkle.  I used the bathroom, flushed, and rushed out the door.  Cue to 30 minutes later. Walk in the door, downstairs, and hear a noise.  I first thought, I didn't have the washing machine running.  Then, I saw it.   Water was leaking from the basement ceiling.  All over my husband's laptop, book copies, and receits.  I ran up the stairs, and saw the mess in the bathroom.  Our toilet had been running over for 30 minutes!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Long story, short.  My husband got home, was mad about his stuff, was ugly to me, I cried, didn't talk to him the rest of the night, and went to bed without helping him sort through stuff downstairs.  He did apologize this morning, and it saved his life!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was your week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-5592701247413878743?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5592701247413878743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=5592701247413878743&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5592701247413878743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5592701247413878743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-some-random-things.html' title='Just some random things....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-4497521192375848948</id><published>2008-11-14T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:00:00.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="http://christis-blahblahblog.blogspot.com" src="http://tinyurl.com/5zzwl8"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.christis-blahblahblog.blogspot.com"&gt;Christi&lt;/a&gt; for the Flashback picture-thingy.  I finally figured out how to do it!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is not my favorite or the best from Bon Jovi, but I was messing around on youtube the other night and found it.  I do remember the video though.  To a 15 year old girl, I thought this video was risk-ay!!!  The scenes in the car put Kate Winslet and Leo DiCaprio from Titanic to shame! I think these two teens were doing more than living in sin. And what the heck is up with the girl getting communion? I've always liked Bon Jovi, but had forgotten about a lot of their stuff. At the time, I didn't quite get the Jon love.  I just wanted to brush his hair.  I never got into the male hair, I guess. I remember listening to Slippery When Wet for the first time at a friend's house, and yes, it was a big ole vinyl for my baby-like friends out there who don't know what records are!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBwgISISGDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBwgISISGDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-4497521192375848948?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4497521192375848948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=4497521192375848948&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4497521192375848948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4497521192375848948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/11/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2026812728635678255</id><published>2008-11-10T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:26:21.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my turn.....</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Christi over at &lt;a href="http://christisblahblahlog.blogspot.com"&gt;Blahblahblog&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for this fun meme! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Was Doing 10 Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;1. I was pregnant with my 1st child.  I was almost 32 weeks in Nov.  I remember because I never thought January would get here.&lt;br /&gt;2. Going to school to get my master's degree&lt;br /&gt;3. Teaching 2nd grade&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting a nursery ready and all the fun things that go with that&lt;br /&gt;5. Putting my feet up every chance I got!  My feet really swelled with my 1st one--could tie shoes swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things On My To Do List&lt;br /&gt;1. Christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;2. Get lesson plan ready for my evaluation observation next week&lt;br /&gt;3. Have report cards ready to go home tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;4. Make sure clothes are picked out and laid out for the girls tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Like To Snack On&lt;br /&gt;1. popcorn&lt;br /&gt;2. chips&lt;br /&gt;3. trail mix-WalMart has a really good tropical one I like&lt;br /&gt;4. fruit&lt;br /&gt;5. Milk Duds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things I Would Do If I Was A Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay off everything&lt;br /&gt;2. Make sure I invested well&lt;br /&gt;3. Quit work&lt;br /&gt;4. Become a lady who lunches (and shops and gets mani/pedis, and .....)LOL&lt;br /&gt;5. Set up a scholarship for my beloved, Emory and Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Places I Have Lived&lt;br /&gt;1. Damascus, VA&lt;br /&gt;2. Mountain City, TN&lt;br /&gt;3. Emory, VA&lt;br /&gt;4. Abingdon, VA&lt;br /&gt;5. Kingsport, TN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Jobs I Have Had&lt;br /&gt;1. waitress at Shoney's, oh yeah, the stories from there I could tell :)&lt;br /&gt;2. clerk at K-Mart, another good one&lt;br /&gt;3. rec center camp supervisor&lt;br /&gt;4. HeadStart teacher&lt;br /&gt;5. elementary teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Events that Have Made Me a Better Person (I added this one)&lt;br /&gt;1. Working at a muscular dystrophy camp, made me open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. Becoming a mother&lt;br /&gt;3. Teaching at HeadStart&lt;br /&gt;4. Holding a 5 year old child who loves you for being "Mrs. Disk-un"&lt;br /&gt;5. Realizing that the sad and bad things can, in the end, make you love life a little bit more than you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five People I Am Tagging&lt;br /&gt;Oh, come on and do it everybody!!!  I hate tagging because sometimes I forget when I have been tagged and then I feel bad for not doing it.  Sooooo.......... just go ahead and have a bit of fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2026812728635678255?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2026812728635678255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2026812728635678255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2026812728635678255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2026812728635678255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-my-turn.html' title='It&apos;s my turn.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2330752801946647657</id><published>2008-11-03T16:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:28:40.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The field trip......</title><content type='html'>I normally don't post about my classroom and students.  I just don't feel like I should.  However, a couple of folks commented about kindergartners at a pumpkin patch, "how cute" and "won't that be fun."   I have to share the story.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin, let me start with the planning stages.  We had seen the billboards for this pumpkin patch/corn maze.  In six years of teaching kindergarten, I had never taken that field trip.  I thought it sounded like fun, convinced everybody that it would be great, the weather would be fine, and that the kids would L-O-V-E it!!  The website made the place sound fantastic.  So I placed the phone call.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get this place on the phone and couldn't.  I tried emailing and he didn't respond very fast.  Finally, the other teacher (there are only 2 of us for kindergarten-small school) talked to them.  They booked us and we got the kids pumped up.  Well, they called on Tuesday at the school to see if we were still coming, and I said that we were scheduled for the next day.  He said, oh yeah, but I thought it was maybe a different group or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My radar was buzzing then that this trip might not be all that we thought it was going to be. By the way, it was snowing when I talked to him on Tuesday.  Snowing - in October!!!!!!  I can't remember it ever doing that in east Tennessee before.  Wait.  It gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next morning, we are at school getting ready to go.  We are making sure the kids are bundled and ready to go.  Forecast of 50 and sunny with blustery winds.  Grrreeeeaaatttt!!!!!!  Off we go, 45 minutes away to have fun outside!!  By this time, Mrs. H and myself and decided that maybe, just maybe, it would be smarter to bring our bag lunches back to the warm school and eat instead of doing the "oh won't it be fun to eat at the corn maze" idea of when we thought the weather would be in the 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the place and find out that it is beside the sewage treatment plant!!!!!!!   I wish I were kidding but I'm not.  To quote a co-worker, "It smells like straight-up you-know-what!"  Yes, the plant was on one side of the road and the farm was on the other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus parks and the kids unload to get on the hay wagon.  Before we know it, our coolers and lunches are also loaded.  Guess we are eating here anyway!!  Remember the smell?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take us to the play area and let the kids run and play for close to an hour.  They build a fire and roast marshmallows. (The nicest part of the trip.)  Then, they tell us that we can walk them through the corn maze.  We had to walk our classes through ourselves!!  No pumpkin patch in sight, even though the website said that you could pick a pumpkin!!  Our poor kids kept asking us if we were getting a pumpkin, and I felt so bad telling them that I didn't think so.  So, we walk the kids through the maze for almost 30 minutes to come back out to take a hayride.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man rides us around a separate field and we get even closer to the sewage treatment plant!  The kids even notice the smell.  He stops the wagon and asks if anyone wants to be an Indian.  Next thing we know, he has shown them how to take these berries and smear the juice on their faces.  I can only imagine the phone calls that would be coming from seeing Little Sally all decked out with war paint on her face!  Then, he tells them that porcupines come and lay eggs there and throws those little sticky-things at them. Not the burrs, but the little things that stick to coats and stuff.  Magical, I tell ya.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back to get ready for lunch, and guess what?  We are eating outside at picnic tables, under walnut trees that keep dropping nuts, and the farm's DOGS won't get off the tables!!  By this time, I don't think I can roll my eyes anymore.  The kids are frozen, the temp is only about 48, and the wind keeps blowing papers and knocking drinks off the tables.  And, remember the smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we load these little kiddies back onto the bus and head back to school.  Luckily, this was our first field trip so the kids were so excited about just leaving the school.  They did have fun being outside, playing, going through the maze, and the hay ride.  Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know the kicker?  I could have taken my 5 year old daughter and she would have gotten in for free, but because we were a school group, it was $6 a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we won't be going back.  The Griswalds will be going somewhere else next fall to get a pumpkin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2330752801946647657?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2330752801946647657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2330752801946647657&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2330752801946647657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2330752801946647657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/11/field-trip.html' title='The field trip......'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-1880176896626645884</id><published>2008-10-28T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:36:53.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better today, thanks.....</title><content type='html'>Today seemed to be a better day than yesterday.  The washing machine's motor was out.  Luckily, the extremely nice man who we called had a used motor that he was able to use and only for $98.  A new motor(parts and labor) would have run us about $200.  So, I am grateful and prayful that this used part will work for months to come.  &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the comments yesterday.  I really needed those.  It was just one of those days.  &lt;br /&gt;Now, pray for me as I take my kindergarten class to the pumpkin patch tomorrow.  It should be fun, but it shouldn't have been cold enough to be blowing snow today.  Can you believe that?  Oh well, we're all screwed up around here!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, WhereAreMyAngels, maybe we can make it to Jamaica.  We could just get on a raft and float our way down!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-1880176896626645884?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1880176896626645884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=1880176896626645884&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1880176896626645884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1880176896626645884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/10/better-today-thanks.html' title='Better today, thanks.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-6195128831729210083</id><published>2008-10-27T18:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:14:26.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to vent today.  I have no warm and fuzzies for anyone today.  I wish I could blame it on PMS, but those who know me know that I don't do that anymore.  That could be part of the problem; I still need to get this stinkin thing out of me!!  Anywho, my stupid washing machine is messed up.  I had to get wet clothes out of it today, take them to my mother-in-law's and wash them there.  Someone is coming out to look at it tomorrow, but I think it's just the straw that broke the camel's back today.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.  I'm tired of driving somewhere every afternoon to sit and wait for the girls to do whatever it is they are doing.  I'm tired of my house being in a constant state of dispair.  I want the carpet up NOW!! The heat pump is still messed up (but working on that, thanks Lynette!)  Christmas is coming up, and today, I do believe that life sucks big ole rotten tomatoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share, in case anyone is interested.  Maybe tomorrow I will have a chance to be a little more Pollyanna.  Sorry, and thanks for your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-6195128831729210083?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6195128831729210083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=6195128831729210083&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6195128831729210083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6195128831729210083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugh.html' title='Ugh!!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-4629050240934152217</id><published>2008-10-19T12:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:05:28.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This cool weather gives me a latte to think about.....</title><content type='html'>This is the time of year, I love my coffee. Oh, I love it all the time, but cooler days really make me think of coffees and lattes. I like to try different kinds and am excited because soon Starbuck's will have their eggnog latte back!! And I love the caramel apple spice, even though it's not coffee, but it fits the fall season! So, what kind of latte are you? I've never had a pumpkin spice latte, but I may have to try one now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Pumpkin Latte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavorlatteareyouquiz/pumpkin.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are always up for a celebration. You are a very festive person.&lt;br /&gt;You look forward to every holiday, and you are nostalgic for good times after they're over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate the small things that make life special. You love little treats.&lt;br /&gt;You often look at the world with childlike wonder. There's so much to enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flavor Latte Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-4629050240934152217?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4629050240934152217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=4629050240934152217&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4629050240934152217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4629050240934152217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-cool-weather-gives-me-latte-to.html' title='This cool weather gives me a latte to think about.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-8161176021533138226</id><published>2008-10-09T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:28:52.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SO48bZt2GII/AAAAAAAAAQY/5-Y9XPWUbbo/s1600-h/twilight-movie_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255204256645257346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SO48bZt2GII/AAAAAAAAAQY/5-Y9XPWUbbo/s400/twilight-movie_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this photo beautiful? Don't you feel like a peeping tom looking at it? Why, you ask, do I have this photo on my blog? It is of Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart from the upcoming movie, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. They play Edward and Bella, and I think, these two make it look convincing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that you need to do 2 things: 1) Read Twilight the book and fall in love with everything Twilight. (then read the other books) and 2) Go see the movie on 11/21 and fall even more in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love  Edward!!&lt;/span&gt;      He is the perfect man.  I wish I could say more, but I don't like to spoil things for people.  Please, please check it out.  Christi, you would really like this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second radom thought for the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw that the school that I received my education specialist degree is going to begin a doctorate program in executive leadership next summer.  I don't even know if I could get in (not because of ability, but because of the number of people, they only take 40) but is this something I should even be thinking about?  I am afraid to admit it, but I think I am.  {squeal}    I have missed going to classes and reading stuff and even doing the work.  I know, call me a nerd!  The only truely scary thing about doing this is a dissertation, and well, the time involved.  42 credit hours- in 2 years!!!  I'm excited and scared to even think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you all think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you would have to address your cards to us as Dr. and Mr. Dixon.  What a hoot!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-8161176021533138226?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8161176021533138226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=8161176021533138226&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8161176021533138226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8161176021533138226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SO48bZt2GII/AAAAAAAAAQY/5-Y9XPWUbbo/s72-c/twilight-movie_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-8615131739484401965</id><published>2008-10-07T16:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:32:32.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there.....</title><content type='html'>I didn't know how else to start today's post.  I had to complete an in-service on-line for school.  I have put it off and put it off until I finally had to do it.  It was on teen suicide.  We had to go to &lt;a href="http://www.jasonfoundation.com"&gt;www.jasonfoundation.com&lt;/a&gt; and watch a hour and a half video and then complete some questions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time was long, and that's one reason why I didn't want to do it, but after watching it I realized what the other reason was.  It's the fall season, and how I always remember a guy I knew from college who committed suicide. He wasn't a super-close friend or even a guy that I hung out with much, but it really affected me.  I went to a small, private school that only had about 1200 kids.  I can say kids now, we only thought we were mature at the time.  He and I were in a scholarship program together.  The year we started college was the first year for this program.  There were 25 of us and we were really close that year along with our advisor, the college chaplain.  I even worked for that chaplain in school and he married me and my husband.  We did service projects together, goofed off together, and played countless games of trust and getting to know one another.  Christi, do you remember Casey? Robin and the Rolling Stones!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By our third year, there were 75 of us and we had all found our spot- our own group of friends, sororites/fraternites, our own niche.  That first year group drifted.  We still saw each other at our monthly meetings and things but it wasn't the same. In the fall of our Junior year, right after bid turn-in, he went home to see his parents.  I think he lived a few hours from the school so it was an odd thing to do.  He asked for his favorite dessert, went upstairs, and killed himself.  Oh, the gossip flew and things were said.  Like I said, small school.&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I saw a grown man weep and sob.  It was the first time I really realized that ministers were human and felt pain.  It was the first time I could not feel empathy for someone.  I was furious that with all the people that he knew; he didn't ask for help. I had just seen him the week before, couldn't I have seen something? I was so mad about the situation.  Did he not realize that he could have survived whatever pain he was in?  I remember sitting in the chapel with Christi and Mia expressing my thoughts and Mia trying to explain to me how someone could truely feel that hopeless. And Mia, dressing me down, if I remember correctly.  It affected me that way so much because even though I have been depressed in my life and wanted my hurt to go away, I knew that if I would just hang in there, things would change.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have grown and matured and can now empathize/understand much more how people feel that way. Sometimes, we can not make someone snap out of it.   This Jason Foundation is trying to help educate people about this "silent epidemic" of youth suicide.  So, pay attention to the young people in your life and realize that what we may realize and have learned, they may not be there yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the soapbox today, just wanted to share this with everyone.  Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-8615131739484401965?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8615131739484401965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=8615131739484401965&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8615131739484401965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8615131739484401965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-there.html' title='Hello there.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-977492534221767682</id><published>2008-09-30T12:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:21:56.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Since we last spoke......</title><content type='html'>I took today off from work to spend over 2 1/2 hours at the allergy doctor's office with Reed.  We have been battling a cough and allergy symptoms since July and finally got a referral to see the allergist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed is allergic to the typicals: trees, grass, weeds, dust mites, mold, and CATS.  Well, we have a cat.  We've had her for 3 years now, and Reed is just now acting like she's bothering her.  But, looking back on it, the cat did just start sleeping with Reed this summer.  Oops!!   Now, we've got to figure out how to deal with Reed and not have to get rid of Stripes.  I'm sure Billy would be willing to make the sacrifice but I don't know if the girls could give her up.  Kitty-girl is pretty special to them, even though the cat is weird.  I've never been around a cat that doesn't want people to acknowledge her at all.  Reed and Billy are the only two that she will allow to touch her, pick her up, or just rub on her.  She swats at Allie everytime poor Allie gets close.  She just gives me the evil eye and takes off running when I look at her.  Just pray that we can remedy this without wailing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go back to school this evening for parent conferences.  We are doing 3 hours this evening and then half a day tomorrow.  I hope it works out.  I've got to keep the girls with me until Billy can get here, close to 5.  Reed has dance at 5:30 so he better be on time!!!  Brittany's keeping the girls in the morning.  I just didn't realize how much I depended on my mother-in-law for watching the girls.  They will be back in town this weekend though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer for us on the cat and on my conferences.  No problems, that I'm aware of but you never know!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-977492534221767682?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/977492534221767682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=977492534221767682&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/977492534221767682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/977492534221767682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/09/since-we-last-spoke.html' title='Since we last spoke......'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-4716764346976346934</id><published>2008-09-26T07:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:36:57.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday.....</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I hadn't posted anything since last Friday.  Not much going on, just working and driving the girls around.  Our heat pump is messed up again and I am burning up even though it's not hot outside.  I think I have cramps! This IUD thing can confuse me like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm going to flash back to a song from high school.  This is the first time I had ever seen or heard of U2.  We were on a band trip to Williamsburg, VA and us girls were excited to get MTV on the tv at the hotel.  We didn't have that in '87 in my podunk hometown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song and video mesmerized me and began my love for all things Bono, Larry, Edge, and Adam.  Then, when I met Billy, it impressed him that I loved them as much as he did.  We have seen them lots of times now, and have gotten Reed to love them.  As a toddler in a stroller, we would be shopping and Reed would lean forward and say "Is that Bono?" when she heard their music in the stores.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to embed a live version because embedding for the official video was denied by request. --on all of the real videos!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my first U2 song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h7p4BjD7wb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h7p4BjD7wb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-4716764346976346934?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4716764346976346934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=4716764346976346934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4716764346976346934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4716764346976346934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/09/flashback-friday_26.html' title='Flashback Friday.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-1684998422555405012</id><published>2008-09-19T17:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:02:29.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback Friday....</title><content type='html'>My good friend Christi, over at &lt;a href="http://christis-blahblahblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;BlahBlahBlog&lt;/a&gt;, has this neat picture for her Flashback Fridays and so I am borrowing it-- just like I have borrowed clothes, jewelry, and other things through the years. :)  Christi, I couldn't get it to work.  Help!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;She put Prince's Kiss on hers today because we love Prince. We say him in concert back in '97 and was amazed. I know the man is odd, but....... our fascinations were always questionable.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to flash another Prince song today, "Purple Rain," it's the first song I ever slow-danced to in middle school. I just knew I was going to love Tommy Anderson til the day I died. I didn't, but we stayed pretty good friends through out school. Puppy love, isn't it sweet?  However, since Prince is odd, you can't find his stuff to post.  I don't know how Christi got her video because there is nothing on youtube because of copyright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So..... I'm going to be flexible.  I'm good at that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to now flash to a different type of song.  How about a little Joan Jett?  She kicked some tail back in the day.  Even at age 10, I understood she was BAD ASS.  And I'll share a secret, my husband loves her.  He totally crushes on her, and all of her leather and lace appeal.  Typical man, huh?&lt;br /&gt;  Have a great weekend everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3T_xeoGES8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3T_xeoGES8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-1684998422555405012?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1684998422555405012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=1684998422555405012&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1684998422555405012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1684998422555405012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/09/flashback-friday.html' title='Flashback Friday....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2312006587617501096</id><published>2008-09-15T18:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:25:55.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on test.......</title><content type='html'>I thank you guys for offering support and checking in on me during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The test was everything I thought it would be and worse, I guess. LOL.  I had to be there by 7:30.  I got there about 7:20 and folks were there to tell us that the school leadership test had been moved to another building.  I didn't know where it was and was huffing it to make sure I got there on time.  I got into that building and no one was in the lobby to tell me where to go.  I heard voices, not in my head :), but it was for the Praxis, a teaching licensure test.  I heard more upstairs and finally found where I was supposed to be.  There was about 24 of us in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to sit where they told us to sit, have our photo id out at all times, and had to follow certain instructions:  Keep id out, no chewing gum, no drinking anything, if your cell phone were to go off then you were made to leave and no finishing the test.  Doesn't everybody want to take a very important test with their driver license photo staring at them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said we had the "Test Nazis" but I guess she was just reading her instructions from the book.  The room was warm, and later in the day, she said she wrote it up so we couldn't say that was why we didn't perform well.  I think that was her attempt at humor!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started close to 8.  The first test was an hour with 10 questions.  We went straight into the 2nd test, which was also an hour with 6 questions.  Finally, we got a bathroom break.  Then we took the third test which was 2 hours with only 2 questions.  We went to lunch and came back for test #4.  It was 2 hours with 7 questions.  I got in my car to leave around 4:20!!  What a day!!&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I thought of my bloggin buddies and was glad I had you all on my side.  I prayed myself a few times for clarity and making sure I didn't freeze up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions were basically how I would handle certain situations and deal with it.  I had to base it on standards we learned in school, like: getting input, working with families/communities, being ethical, and knowing the legality of things.  I guess they want to make sure that we won't barge in and be difficult to work with.  I don't know, I felt like was writing close to the same thing each and everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know how well I did.  Some questions I felt like I did okay on and others I know I could have done better.  As we were leaving, someone asked if anyone remembered what the first question was and no one could answer him.  Six hours of testing, 25 essay answers, and a long day of writing!!!!!  I was one worn out chica Saturday evening, but felt strangely elated. &lt;br /&gt;I will hear what my results are in about a month.  I hope I am happy enough with them to share with you guys. LOL.   I don't know if I could do that again--$480 and the time.  UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......... sorry that my post is boring and drawn out today, but I wanted to share with everyone.  Thanks again for the support!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2312006587617501096?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2312006587617501096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2312006587617501096&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2312006587617501096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2312006587617501096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-on-test.html' title='Update on test.......'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-5719887734307873307</id><published>2008-09-11T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:58:50.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say a little prayer for me.....</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, I will be taking the SLLA test, the school leadership licensure assessment.  It will determine whether or not I get my license to be qualified to be a school administrator.  I am extremely nervous and I am requesting that you say a prayer for me before you go to bed tonight or Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to be there by 7:30 Saturday morning and the test last for 6 hours.  It is all essay type answer, and that is trying to put me in a tailspin.  I am trying so hard not to think about that, but remember to rely on what I learned in my classes and just answer the questions the best I can.  Situations and documents will be presented and you have to reply to questions about how to handle these situations.  I have studied and looked over stuff, but am not sure exactly how prepared you can be for something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just remember me Saturday as I go for this.  I still don't know if I really would want to be a principal or not, but it will be nice to have the qualification part over and done with in case I decide to go for a position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch, and I hope to have the good news (a passing score) in about a month or six weeks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-5719887734307873307?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5719887734307873307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=5719887734307873307&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5719887734307873307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5719887734307873307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/09/say-little-prayer-for-me.html' title='Say a little prayer for me.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-6513078210896951937</id><published>2008-09-07T14:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:37:31.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much going on today....</title><content type='html'>Not much going on lately.  Oh, I'm doing the usual weekly routines of getting up going to work, coming home, and taking the girls wherever they are going.  But as far as my life goes, not much new to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;So, I've been reading the books from the Twilight series.  My niece Brittany read them first and I didn't think I would be interested.  Then, I read the first one and now I am so excited about the movie coming out in November.  I have a crush on the main male character in the book.  He's a over 100 year old vampire that seems to know how to smile at a girl and kiss her just right.  So funny,that I'm crushing on a character in a book and one that's so............different.  Plus, I have looked stuff up on the web on these books,the author, and even the actor playing Edward (Robert Pattinson, by the way.)  Add to that, that I'm a 35 year old mom and not a teenage girl who these books seem geared towards.  I'm going to have to make Britt or Lauren go to the movie with me so I don't seem so old-person perverted. : )&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to ask  you all a question.  Who have you had a crush on before that has shocked you?  You know, you really don't know what the appeal is, you are just drawn to this person.  Real or a character in a movie or book.  Not a crush that is your "type" but somebody that you would be embarassed by to be seen with you in real life.  Who is your "hidden" crush?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-6513078210896951937?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6513078210896951937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=6513078210896951937&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6513078210896951937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6513078210896951937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-much-going-on-today.html' title='Not much going on today....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2749130537271997927</id><published>2008-09-03T19:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:10:49.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven, my side of things.</title><content type='html'>Melissa, over at &lt;a href="http://reallybadhairday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stretch Marks&lt;/a&gt;, had this up today, and I thought it would be neat to do.  Do you know how hard it was to think of some of these things?  I had to make my brain work and it's after school hours, no fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I Plan To Do Before I Die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get to a beach that's worth talking about.  I mean white sand, clear water, like Jamaica, mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get my doctorate.  There I said it.  I really would like to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel across the country in a car with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Make myself more of an optimistic person.  I am trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to Vegas and do something wild.  However, I think I may be past my prime for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Go on a girls' vacation with friends from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I CAN Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. See myself for the fool I am sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sing badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kiss my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Read and read and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Still at 35, be the "baby" of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Drive a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Love too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I CANNOT Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay attention to astronomy stuff.  So glad my labs got "clouded out" most nights during college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Handle stress well.  The pain shooting through my neck can testify!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Let Billy know he's right alot of times.  I can't stand that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Keep a very neat house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Remember to carry in my coffee cups to the house from the morning ride to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be in the dark for any length of time.  I've seen too many horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lay down the law on my going to work out.  Dag-on-it!!!!  I so need to get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things That Attract Me To My Spouse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The way he turns his head slightly when he is really tickled about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The crinkle around his eyes when he smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. His confident manner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The way he loves his daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He is passionate about running and makes sure he does it.  It's also one thing that makes me mad at him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We both like doing most of the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When we fight, I can NOT stay mad at him.  I can calm down just in his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I Say Most Often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bil-ly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We are leaving the house now!  Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. can rolling eyes count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are we doing for supper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're driving me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Celebrity Crushes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Patrick Dempsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jimmy Smits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Larry Mullen, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rob Lowe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. David Beckham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Matthew Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven People Who I Think Should Do This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2749130537271997927?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2749130537271997927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2749130537271997927&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2749130537271997927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2749130537271997927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/09/seven-my-side-of-things.html' title='Seven, my side of things.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2923989989780739950</id><published>2008-08-28T21:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:51:00.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SLdSMVifkOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Zvjud_IQ-cs/s1600-h/blogger_award%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239747063362588898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SLdSMVifkOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Zvjud_IQ-cs/s400/blogger_award%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christi over at &lt;a href="http://christis-blahblahblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;BlahBlahBlog&lt;/a&gt; gave me this award, simply because she loves me!! Heehee, Christi has known me so long she can tell what I am thinking just by looking at me. And let's say, that we have gotten some dirrrrty looks through the years because of that little trick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am suppose to award this to 7 people. I am so not good at this. I wring my hands and wonder if who I pass it on to has time to do it, if they really care if I love their blog or not, and would see it and go, "Who is this and why are they giving me this?" In light of all my agony, I am just going to say that if you read me and I read you, TAKE IT!!!!! Take it, celebrate it, and know that I do love your blog. I look forward to spending some time each day to see what's going on in everybody's world. Thank you folks out there for letting me have some "adult" time in my kindergarten and children world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my continued thanks to Christi, I am going to do a Flashback Friday thing. She is doing a great one each week, and I am going to be lazy and just take the idea, but not do it up fancy. That's how I roll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christi, there are lots of songs that remind me of us and all the fun we had. This one especially does it though because we were so mean!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlkarj6uJdE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlkarj6uJdE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2923989989780739950?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2923989989780739950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2923989989780739950&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2923989989780739950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2923989989780739950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/08/christi-over-at-blahblahblog-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SLdSMVifkOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Zvjud_IQ-cs/s72-c/blogger_award%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-6970972510011335661</id><published>2008-08-25T22:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:25:38.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Much ado about nothing, nothing at all.....</title><content type='html'>Just realized that I haved posted in a while.  Nothing much going on, just doing the daily grind.  Since school started, (this is our 4th week!!) I haven't seemed to find my routine yet.  Allie started school this year so that has been added to my chaos.  No longer does she get to sleep in and be trotted across the street in pjs for a day of fun at Mamaw's house.  Now, she has to get up and let me get her dressed and hair fixed!  Ugh!  If you know Allie, then you know how difficult that can be.  Allie is not known for her quick decisions or getting in a hurry.  I think God gave her to me to remind me to slow down sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed is having a good year.  She got the spotlight last week of being a local channel's student of the week.  They came to the school, taped her, and showed it on their news cast.  She was excited and I was extremely proud of how well she did on camera.  On the flip side, as she is nearing 10, I can see the seething glare I remember giving my mother, coming my way!!  It makes me want to cry because I can see how much she dislikes me sometimes, but then it makes me even madder.  I only pray that she and I can remain intact during her puberty and that I handle her and her emotions the correct way.  I'm too quick to be all "do it because I said so."  Ah, the joys of being a mother of a daughter.  Anybody else with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enough of my babbling, I wish I had something more exciting to post, but nothing going on right now.  Just getting up, going to work, coming home, checking homework, eating, laundry, and getting ready for bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calgon, take me away!!!!!!!!!!!   Bubble, bubble, bubble.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-6970972510011335661?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6970972510011335661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=6970972510011335661&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6970972510011335661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6970972510011335661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/08/much-ado-about-nothing-nothing-at-all.html' title='Much ado about nothing, nothing at all.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-1475130054971893772</id><published>2008-08-16T13:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:18:43.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, thank you, thank you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SKcViR32wgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vYi3Qw7Po9c/s1600-h/Arte_Y_Pico_Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235176770498904578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SKcViR32wgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vYi3Qw7Po9c/s400/Arte_Y_Pico_Award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the &lt;a href="http://arteypico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arte Y Pico &lt;/a&gt;award. This award was created to be given to bloggers who inspire others with their creativity, and for contributing to the blogging world in whatever medium.&lt;br /&gt;The rules state:&lt;br /&gt;1. You have to pick 5 blogs that you consider deserve this award through creativity, design, interesting material, and also contributes to the blogger community, no matter of language.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each award should have the name of the author with a link to their blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Award winners have to post the award with the name and link to the blog of the person who gave them the award.&lt;br /&gt;4. Please include a link to the &lt;a href="http://arteypico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arte Y Pico&lt;/a&gt; blog so that everyone will know where the award came from.&lt;br /&gt;You have to name 5 little known facts about yourself for the meme part of this award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I know 5 others to tag for this award. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm going to tag my oldest friend, Christi, from &lt;a href="http://christis-blahblahblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;BlahBlahBlog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my other friend I met in college named Christy, from &lt;a href="http://wrbandfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;WRB&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friend from work Amie from &lt;a href="http://www.mumpower4.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Mumpowers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and anybody that may be lurking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show yourself and I shall show mercy on you! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, on to the 5 little known facts about myself. Hmmmm..... if I've not told people, then wouldn't it be stuff I probably don't want people knowing????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, let's see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I wanted to marry Andy Gibb when I was little and watched Solid Gold for him and that one dancer with the hair down to her butt. I thought she was so awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I named all my baby dolls Pamela, as in Victoria Principle, from Dallas. Andy Gibb connection there, right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I was jealous of Lynette and Anne when I was younger. I thought they must have had such a cool life living in O.P. getting to bowl, skate, movies, and hang out with friends while I was growing up in a po-dunk tiny town in southwest VA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I failed my first driver's license test. The driving part. I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Sometimes, at night, I put my feet on Billy's legs. He doesn't like for me to do that so I do it while he is asleep. I'm mean, I know it. Just ask anybody that's related to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-1475130054971893772?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1475130054971893772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=1475130054971893772&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1475130054971893772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1475130054971893772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-arte-y-pico-award.html' title='Thank you, thank you, thank you.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SKcViR32wgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vYi3Qw7Po9c/s72-c/Arte_Y_Pico_Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-425525188869858092</id><published>2008-08-06T20:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:58:45.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things that inspire me....</title><content type='html'>Melissa, over at &lt;a href="http://reallybadhairday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stretch Marks&lt;/a&gt;, yesterday posted 25 things that inspire her and challenged us all to do the same. I'm not going to do all 25 today. I have not had time since school started Monday. How am I tired and back into feeling overwhelmed just after 2 days? I haven't even had all my kindergarteners yet! Oh well, here are some.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My girls&lt;/span&gt;. I want to walk across the stage in Dec. to receive my Ed.S diploma to show them that I want to do better and more for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My students at school&lt;/span&gt;. Some days when I just need a pick-me-up, they can say or do the very thing that I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  My college friends.  &lt;/span&gt;I have seen them grow up ( I've known them forever) and become what they wanted to be. It inspires me to work hard too. I am proud of them and their varied accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My husband&lt;/span&gt;, in 1997, as he battled leukemia. He never let a negative thing enter his mind. Oh, it wasn't easy and later it about destroyed us, but he handled his emotions and the whole thing with bravery. I never heard him say, "What if I don't..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My mamaw.&lt;/span&gt; She made me feel like I was her favorite out of 10 grandchildren. Just like everybody else felt. She loved in a way that I aspire to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm doing today. I'll think some more plus I gotta watch the finale to So You Think You Can Dance!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-425525188869858092?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/425525188869858092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=425525188869858092&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/425525188869858092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/425525188869858092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/08/25-things-that-inspire-me.html' title='25 things that inspire me....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-6198530807401523983</id><published>2008-07-27T14:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:13:34.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I so needed church today......</title><content type='html'>Today, at church, we had Youth Sunday. I so needed this today and am so thankful for the youth in our congregation. Church, lately, has been more of a "I know I should go" type thing, instead of what it is supposed to be about. I won't bore you with those details, but back to today.... Today was one of those days that my eyes welled with tears many times, and I sat and gave up thanks for reminding me why I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a praise band of 3 guys, and it was great. They played covers of lots of popular praise songs. I've put the songs they played plus a couple of extra in the player. In case you can't tell, I do like Chris Tomlin. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth did a stick dance to the song, "My Redeemer Lives." This is one of those songs that gets me every time! The dance is very moving and then with the song, Oh my! Who knew that you could spread the word by doing motions to a song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,my niece and her buddies did children's time. They did well with the wild things at the front of the church in front of everyone. Even my Allie did well, until the end. As they were leaving, she looked up at Brittany and said she wanted to pray. Brittany let her, and I was sorely afraid! She prayed that she knew God was dead and so was her yellow lab, Khaki, who died when he was 7. That was it. Everyone just thinks it's soooo cute, but I cringe everytime the children head to the front, with a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;MICROPHONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message was given by the youth leader and about how we come, just like things we buy, with some assembly required and how we need God to provide us with directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why am I giving you a play by play of my church service today? It was on my heart to share it and to extend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read many blogs about people needing some prayers right now. Let's make this a prayer chain for the folks in our lives right now that need us praying for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave names and then you all add in the comments who you want others to pray for. I feel great things can happen when we lift people up by name. It may not be what we want, but God does hear our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue McVey, a friend's mother battling cancer&lt;br /&gt;my mother, some health issues&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, from Stretch Marks&lt;br /&gt;the family of Confessions of a CF Husband&lt;br /&gt;my cousin Russell in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;Bob Copeland, my friend's father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are many others, but this is to just get us started.  Please participate and share this with others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-6198530807401523983?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6198530807401523983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=6198530807401523983&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6198530807401523983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6198530807401523983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-so-needed-church-today.html' title='I so needed church today......'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2323236735961452870</id><published>2008-07-21T10:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:02.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a confession to make...</title><content type='html'>For the 2 people out there reading this blog.  I am not always a sweet, timid, shy girl.  Christi, don't open your mouth.  Sometimes I do things that even surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;Like on Sunday night.  My husband had plans to go somewhere.  He didn't want to go alone so he said he wanted me to go.  Who can say no when your husband wants to include you on something he's interested in and you are NOT?  I had made fun of him for weeks over this and now he was dragging me along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then, here it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy took me to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so weird about that?  I love music, I love going to see live acts, I love seeing U2 live.  Well, here's the funny part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was POISON!!!  Go ahead and laugh.  I went and saw an 80s hair band, and had a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back in the day, I liked them.  Never thought Brett Michaels was all hot or anything, but like any other teenager liked what they were singing. My friend Kelly though had a huge poster of the band in her room.  I was more into thinking George Michael was "the thing."  Yeah, I know.  I was clueless as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update to today, and Billy and I love to watch Rock of Love and talk about the girls and laugh at the craziness of the show.  It never entered my mind though to go to a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one funny thing about the concert.  Before it started, this drunk chick across the row from us was trying to get a guitar player from the opening band to come up and talk to her.  He was being a good sport, laughing about it, and just said he couldn't.  Well, drunk chick tried walking down to him and ended up falling onto their guitars and spilling her beer all over everything.  Security escorted her out, but let her come back to her seat.  She was passed out by the time Poison came out.  She probably wonders why she is so sore today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the side, but super close. I tried getting pictures with my cell phone, but for some reason it wouldn't zoom like it's supposed to do.  And Lynette has already fussed about not having my camera.  Apparently, I am supposed to have it in my purse at all times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a typical band show.  Lots of pyro, girls dancing on the screen behind the band, and confetti at the end.  My ears are still buzzing at 11:00 Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The capper of the night was a cop pulling out behind us, a mile and a half from our house.  Billy figured he was busted for speeding, but he didn't pull us over until we were at the top of our street!!!  He let Billy go with a warning, thank goodness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoyed laughing at me, but admit it, you are now hearing the song, "Talk Dirty to Me," aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fuzzy pics. Sorry, but it does show how close we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy and me at the concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SISlV4L_0pI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dcbVCVhFRWc/s1600-h/billrob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SISlV4L_0pI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dcbVCVhFRWc/s400/billrob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225483262935159442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett and Bobby during the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SISlWEOoctI/AAAAAAAAAO8/W0bOblzOUNc/s1600-h/brett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SISlWEOoctI/AAAAAAAAAO8/W0bOblzOUNc/s400/brett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225483266167435986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.C. after the show- He cracked me up during the show. He kept checking his hair in a mirror and drinking Diet Dr.Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SISlWNO7qDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/B60d0DNEoAE/s1600-h/cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SISlWNO7qDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/B60d0DNEoAE/s400/cc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225483268584613938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rikki after the show &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SISlWFShnVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OStKtXa6o4A/s1600-h/rikki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SISlWFShnVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OStKtXa6o4A/s400/rikki.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225483266452200786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2323236735961452870?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2323236735961452870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2323236735961452870&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2323236735961452870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2323236735961452870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-confession-to-make.html' title='I have a confession to make...'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SISlV4L_0pI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dcbVCVhFRWc/s72-c/billrob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-4933366057768306350</id><published>2008-07-19T11:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:15:55.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride in the name of love.....</title><content type='html'>Oh, on a side note of pride:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My niece's softball team has won their first two games in the state tournament. If they win tonight, then the championship game will be on Monday.  I so hope they do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, I picked Reed up from camp yesterday and my heart was bursting with pride listening to her talk about her experience.  I would have never gone for a week like that as a 9 year old without knowing anyone, and not cried.  I am proud of her for just going, but I almost cried when she was talking about their last worship service.  They had it at night, around a bonfire, took communion, sang songs, and had a candlelight service.  She said, "It was so awesome, Mommy, I can't put it into words."  My baby experienced God firsthand, I think.  She didn't want to come home, and she wants to work there when she is old enough.  So, that's one of those things to put back in my mind, when I am so mad at her. I know there is good in there somewhere! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being long-winded, just wanted to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to check out the post below about the neat giveaway!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-4933366057768306350?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4933366057768306350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=4933366057768306350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4933366057768306350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4933366057768306350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/pride-in-name-of-love.html' title='Pride in the name of love.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2386013125042559438</id><published>2008-07-19T10:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:03.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here freebie, freebie...............</title><content type='html'>The SITS-tas over at The Secret is in the Sauce are having another giveaway for this week! I am posting about it because it is the neatest and let's face it, I want more entries!  I would love to have this baby, capturing all of life's big moments, like my nephew spilling his drink all over my daughter in the restaurant.  Then when we got to the car, she was so worried about getting her booster seat dirty, I stripped her shorts and panties off of her.  That would have been a Kodak, oops I mean, a great Sony moment!  So, go over &lt;a href="http://www.thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.com"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;, check out the giveaways, and join up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SIIBylfpIEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TQSnpsFNNyQ/s1600-h/s0244168_thb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SIIBylfpIEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TQSnpsFNNyQ/s400/s0244168_thb.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224740486273114178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A RED, yes Red, totally spunky Sony Cyber-shot W150 ($250 value)...8.1 Megapixels, 5x optical zoom and 30m wide-angle lens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, doesn't that get you excited?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2386013125042559438?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2386013125042559438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2386013125042559438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2386013125042559438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2386013125042559438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/sits-tas-over-at-secret-is-in-sauce-are.html' title='Here freebie, freebie...............'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SIIBylfpIEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TQSnpsFNNyQ/s72-c/s0244168_thb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-6908145833579449829</id><published>2008-07-14T15:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:31:39.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What will I do now?</title><content type='html'>I had my last class Saturday for my Ed.S (Education Specialist) program.  That sounds so.......like I'm qualified for something.  I have to take a school leaders licensure test in September, then guess what?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually could be a principal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you are wondering why I would even want to do that?  I remember watching Saved by the Bell and Mr. Belding was not the smartest cookie in the jar. And I remember from my own school experience that these were not always the people I admired.  My elementary principal ALWAYS mispronounced a friend's name.  She could not stand it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they should offer classes on what NOT to do!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But, I enjoyed learning about facilitating leadership skills and hopefully, for right now, it will help me be a better teacher.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Saturday night, the girls and Billy participated in the Crazy 8s activities for Funfest.  I did not.  I watched, I tried taking pictures (didn't work out like I thought it would), and cheered everyone on.  I am not a runner.  Oh, I could have walked in the 3K, but I didn't.  No excuses, just didn't.  Billy ran the 8K and it was fun to watch.  The world's record for men and women are at this race and they thought the men's record would be broken, but he missed it by about 40 seconds.  Don't feel too bad, he ran about 5 miles in 22 minutes and 42 seconds. I guess it's hard to run at night with the humidity in July. It is absolutely amazing to see these Kenyans and Ethiopians come show us east Tennesseans how to really run! Billy finished in 48:25.  He was happy that it was under 50 minutes.  His knees are trying to tell him that he's not 20 anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our big girl to camp yesterday for the week.  Reed will be at church camp until Friday.  This is the first time she has stayed all week, and she didn't go with knowing anyone.  I am so proud of her for that.  I couldn't and wouldn't have done that as a child.  Allie has missed her and made several comments about her being gone.  A funny though, the cat slept with Allie since Reed was gone, and Allie woke up happy and can't wait to tell Reed that one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-6908145833579449829?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6908145833579449829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=6908145833579449829&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6908145833579449829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6908145833579449829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-will-i-do-now.html' title='What will I do now?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-5334076108256380003</id><published>2008-07-11T17:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:44:17.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a game of tag.......</title><content type='html'>Lynette has tagged me to think of 7 songs that I really like right now.  Hmmm.... I don't know how I am going to pick just 7 because I love listening to music.  Of course, right now, I don't think I am listening to anything new.  I'll have to think on this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now, shaping your spring summer. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Viva la Vida - Coldplay- I really like this song.  Billy got the cd, but of course, I haven't got to listen to everything on it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I Kissed a Girl- Katy Perry- I know, I know, I shouldn't like this song, but the music is quite catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- SuperGirl- Saving Jane- Another catchy song.  Saving Jane will be at our local summer thing this year, &lt;a href="http://www.funfest.net"&gt;funfest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Take a Bow- Rihanna- I didn't want to like it, but it has grown on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Shake It- Metro Station- I really like this song.  My niece Brittany just saw them and thinks they are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Damage- Danity Kane- I'm ducking now from shame for liking this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Mercy- Duffy- I just like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots more and right now I just can't think of anymore than these.  I usually like some hip-hop, R&amp;B, but my mind is blank right now.  Oh well.  Now to tag 7 people. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know 7 people who blog enough to ask to do this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooo...................  Just do it if you feel inclined.  How's that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some blogging buddies.  So leave comments please.   pretty please. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-5334076108256380003?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5334076108256380003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=5334076108256380003&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5334076108256380003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5334076108256380003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/heres-game-of-tag.html' title='Here&apos;s a game of tag.......'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2184113689365639390</id><published>2008-07-08T18:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:45:08.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the commercials that my girls and Betsy's kids were in last week. They are only showing on cable channels in southwest VA for the next few weeks. So, feel very special that you are getting to view these "local spots" They like it when Uncle Jeff does this for them!  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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2272271586796311163</id><published>2008-07-08T15:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:03.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They've done it again......</title><content type='html'>My niece Lauren's softball team won their district and are on their way to the state tournament!  These girls are 13 now and are in the junior league division of little league softball.  When these girls were 9-10, they won state. So, let's hope they can do it again!  With them being older, if they would win state, they will go on to the region in Florida.  Very exciting stuff for my small hometown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SHPBfZWfsNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lVz6PljXBmk/s1600-h/2008-JR-SB-Damascus-Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SHPBfZWfsNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lVz6PljXBmk/s400/2008-JR-SB-Damascus-Web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220729138177880274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is the 2nd from the right on the bottom row.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2272271586796311163?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2272271586796311163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2272271586796311163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2272271586796311163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2272271586796311163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/theyve-done-it-again.html' title='They&apos;ve done it again......'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SHPBfZWfsNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lVz6PljXBmk/s72-c/2008-JR-SB-Damascus-Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2144179394677716681</id><published>2008-07-04T10:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:54:43.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th.........</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July to all of you blog readers out there!!!  We live in such an awesome country to think and speak without fear. Let's remember how we got that today and be thankful for our forefathers and the men and women who have fought for our freedoms.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day!  I'm going to the in-laws later for a cook-out.  Hope everyone has a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2144179394677716681?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2144179394677716681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2144179394677716681&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2144179394677716681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2144179394677716681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th.........'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-3193613456927081111</id><published>2008-07-02T10:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:57:20.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm at my sister's house.....</title><content type='html'>I'm at my sister's house for a few days.  Not much to post, just that.  After Reed had her dance competition team try-outs on Monday we came up.  The girls and Betsy's kids were in a commerical shoot yesterday for Jeff.  He is supposed to email me the final cut soon so if I get brighter before then, I can post it.  I don't seem to have much luck with videos.  We'll see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren had her first district softball game last night.  They won 16-0.  This is the group of girls that won state when they were 9 and 10.  They lost out going to state last year by the last game of the series.  So, I'm hoping that they make it this year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten how 13 year old girls are though.  I have slept with Lauren 2 nights now, and oh my.  She is 13 and reminds me more of me than ever her mother. She came through the kitchen last night giving karate kicks, lost her balanace, fell down, and then started laughing so hard.  That was classic me.  Poor girl.   She cracks me up some times and then burns me up others.  But, what is with the pouty lip camera pose?  My 16 year old niece does it, Lauren does it, all these pics she has shown me are of girls giving pouty looks with a peace sign.  Ohhhhhh, she just reminds me of how old I am getting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-3193613456927081111?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3193613456927081111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=3193613456927081111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3193613456927081111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3193613456927081111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-at-my-sisters-house.html' title='I&apos;m at my sister&apos;s house.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2446618964945663934</id><published>2008-06-26T11:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:03.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a new pillow.....</title><content type='html'>A few months ago, I bought some foam memory pillows for our bed.  Well, Billy "broke" his within a week.  He has teased me and said I didn't buy him a pillow I got him a wedge.  What do you think?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SGO1EJENt0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/OZhb6eqfgBk/s1600-h/100_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SGO1EJENt0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/OZhb6eqfgBk/s400/100_0802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216211876182865730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know how can you do this to a pillow and I am going to go get a new one.  I can't even press it back into a pillow shape anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2446618964945663934?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2446618964945663934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2446618964945663934&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2446618964945663934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2446618964945663934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-for-new-pillow.html' title='Time for a new pillow.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SGO1EJENt0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/OZhb6eqfgBk/s72-c/100_0802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-3619274226579711375</id><published>2008-06-21T10:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:05.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, and wishing we were back at the beach.....</title><content type='html'>We got back yesterday from our trip to the beach.  We had a blast!  The weather was good, the girls met buddies to play with, and it was very relaxing.  No one got sunburned and no one complained too much about stuff we did or didn't do.  I forgot to take my camera out everyday until the last one.  Actually I would remember after we got settled at the pool or the beach, but then I wouldn't go back for it.  I also forgot to take it out with us at night.  I am horrible about remembering to take it with me.  I couldn't get Reed alone or with Allie alone for a picture.  She met a friend from Pennsylvania and hit it off. She was too busy for family pictures.  My sister and her family were down there too.  We had a hoot eating at Hooters one night and at Dick's Last Resort another night.  If you have never eaten there, it is an experience.  They make hats for you to wear.  My hat said, "Find me at www.ezmoms.com" and Lauren's hat said, "I stuff my training bra."   On our last night, I got a few pictures of all of the kids on the beach. &lt;br /&gt;Waaaaa! I want to go back!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed and her friend from PA behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0MPBaZjHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fJfiX_AMu6Y/s1600-h/100_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0MPBaZjHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fJfiX_AMu6Y/s400/100_0777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214337395781635186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie doing her Papaw Eugene pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0MRgREAqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0LvDRqdX6OM/s1600-h/100_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0MRgREAqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0LvDRqdX6OM/s400/100_0782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214337438423712418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed, out of the water, for a split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0MTErrVnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hUkIJ-Jftdk/s1600-h/100_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0MTErrVnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hUkIJ-Jftdk/s400/100_0786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214337465378887282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie swimming without her swim vest on.  She got very brave this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0MT8Qs8-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/56gSA7LPtkk/s1600-h/100_0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0MT8Qs8-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/56gSA7LPtkk/s400/100_0787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214337480298132450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls on the beach our last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0MUFaP3fI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bxFbTejBhQ0/s1600-h/100_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0MUFaP3fI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bxFbTejBhQ0/s400/100_0797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214337482754088434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew, Reed, and Allie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0Oqv6Z63I/AAAAAAAAANQ/0kACVTn5SU4/s1600-h/100_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0Oqv6Z63I/AAAAAAAAANQ/0kACVTn5SU4/s400/100_0792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214340071143631730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0OugAw_qI/AAAAAAAAANY/4g-aKww4UYU/s1600-h/100_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0OugAw_qI/AAAAAAAAANY/4g-aKww4UYU/s400/100_0794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214340135594819234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed, Matthew, Andrew, and Allie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0Ow1ptTvI/AAAAAAAAANg/JJkZH0d-jyo/s1600-h/100_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0Ow1ptTvI/AAAAAAAAANg/JJkZH0d-jyo/s400/100_0795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214340175763427058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed, Lauren, Matthew, Andrew, and Allie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0OzFXt6dI/AAAAAAAAANo/B3KJAYRxIiU/s1600-h/100_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0OzFXt6dI/AAAAAAAAANo/B3KJAYRxIiU/s400/100_0798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214340214342674898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed, Lauren, and Allie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0O026lZ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/mnDNP0G1zUk/s1600-h/100_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0O026lZ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/mnDNP0G1zUk/s400/100_0800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214340244822124418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-3619274226579711375?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3619274226579711375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=3619274226579711375&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3619274226579711375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3619274226579711375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-and-wishing-we-were-back-at-beach.html' title='Home, and wishing we were back at the beach.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SF0MPBaZjHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fJfiX_AMu6Y/s72-c/100_0777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-6660215758761733505</id><published>2008-06-15T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:48:37.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road.....</title><content type='html'>We are heading to the beach!!  We were supposed to be going to the Dells in Wisconsin in July, but with the flooding of the area we decided not to go.  Last minute plans were made last Wednesday night (like at 10 PM) to go to Myrtle Beach this week.  I will be back home at the end of the week!!  I hope to have some good pictures to post then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-6660215758761733505?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6660215758761733505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=6660215758761733505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6660215758761733505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6660215758761733505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-road.html' title='On the road.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-6885388031844204019</id><published>2008-06-10T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:20:18.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Allie thinks she can beatbox.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h3rH1DTzOTE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h3rH1DTzOTE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany dressed her up and recorded her.  Allie does this all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-6885388031844204019?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6885388031844204019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=6885388031844204019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6885388031844204019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6885388031844204019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/06/allie-thinks-she-can-beatbox.html' title='Allie thinks she can beatbox.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-1323489394214575522</id><published>2008-06-09T18:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:05.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot about recital......</title><content type='html'>With all the end-of-school hoopla, and just the rush of the time of year, I had forgotten to put recital pictures on the blog.  Allie's group did a number to "Oh,you beautiful doll"  and Reed's yellow costume was for "Walkin on Sunshine."  She did her competition numbers also, plus one hip-hop.  That one was super-cute.  It was to "Shake,Shake,Shake,Senora"  They just wore colorful outfits for that one.  I was glad to see the dance season end, but guess what?  We are starting summer intensives tomorrow with competiton try-outs the end of June.  Oy!!  Reed loves it though, but I hope Allie likes something else!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SE2y8RAx4AI/AAAAAAAAALA/jmr0QXVokto/s1600-h/100_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SE2y8RAx4AI/AAAAAAAAALA/jmr0QXVokto/s400/100_0752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210017092366098434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SE2y9E6JrfI/AAAAAAAAALI/0_PsjrRSAMk/s1600-h/100_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SE2y9E6JrfI/AAAAAAAAALI/0_PsjrRSAMk/s400/100_0753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210017106296942066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SE2y9lX_qwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QUTHve-xUcg/s1600-h/100_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SE2y9lX_qwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QUTHve-xUcg/s400/100_0755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210017115012049666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SE2y-N8bBqI/AAAAAAAAALY/CCn4G0c1tVM/s1600-h/100_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SE2y-N8bBqI/AAAAAAAAALY/CCn4G0c1tVM/s400/100_0754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210017125902255778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-1323489394214575522?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1323489394214575522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=1323489394214575522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1323489394214575522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1323489394214575522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-forgot-about-recital.html' title='I forgot about recital......'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SE2y8RAx4AI/AAAAAAAAALA/jmr0QXVokto/s72-c/100_0752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-1275188744024675996</id><published>2008-06-05T15:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:05.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama at Virginia High School.......</title><content type='html'>Barack Obama was in Bristol,VA today at the high school and I went.  I had gotten a ticket to go, but my friend Lesley didn't have one.  We rode up anyway just to be around the excitement and to see what was going on.  We were standing outside just to catch a glimpse of him going into the school.  A volunteer walked up to us, and the next thing we knew, she had us going into the gym with her.  We got good seats.  Rick Boucher and Mark Warner spoke and introduced him.  We got to hear his speech and listen as he took some questions from the audience.  It was very exciting.  So the footage you see on the cable shows today are probably from our neck of the woods!  No matter your politics, it is exciting to think that we live in this great country and are allowed to publicly express our opinions and support candidates.  Even if you don't like a candidate, you can express that too without fear.  We are certainly blessed!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my camera in my van at Lesley's house, so I only had my cell phone.  I got this picture after the event as he was headed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SEhFW1N-kGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mspDsZJNydU/s1600-h/barack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SEhFW1N-kGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mspDsZJNydU/s400/barack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208489227599122530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-1275188744024675996?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1275188744024675996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=1275188744024675996&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1275188744024675996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1275188744024675996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/06/obama-at-virginia-high-school.html' title='Obama at Virginia High School.......'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SEhFW1N-kGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mspDsZJNydU/s72-c/barack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-3998045815459239146</id><published>2008-05-27T18:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:18:04.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of break....</title><content type='html'>Even though we got out of school Friday, I don't feel it officially started until today. I got to sleep until 9:00 this morning and that was fantastic!!  Then, enjoying a cup of coffee or two for an hour or so.  Loved it!!&lt;br /&gt; We went up to Betsy's Sunday and we had a great time.  The kids swam, we had a cookout, and then more of the same on Monday.  I got to spend a lot of time with family and that is precious to me as I get older (especially since I don't see everybody on a day-to-day basis).  Being up there like that with family around reminds me of being little over in the country at my Mamaw's.  I came home and told Billy I wanted to move up there, but he kind of laughed at me.  I miss my family.  Tonight, I am making my "I miss Mamaw" supper: meatloaf, mac and cheese, green beans, and applesauce.  Don't know what's got me so nostalgic!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have had a great childhood! = )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-3998045815459239146?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3998045815459239146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=3998045815459239146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3998045815459239146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3998045815459239146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/05/start-of-break.html' title='Start of break....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-1208437963914538639</id><published>2008-05-14T17:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:06.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers.....</title><content type='html'>My irises were beautiful this year.  I took this picture Sunday and I wish now I had snapped one before that.  They were very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SCtXXfeg_LI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1QGx6a2wVas/s1600-h/100_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SCtXXfeg_LI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1QGx6a2wVas/s400/100_0743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200346255827467442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just closed my eyes and added this picture of me and the girls on Mother's Day.  It was so cold and windy outside and Billy was the one with the camera.  He took one and said, "Okay!"  I look awful for lots of reasons, but that Barker crack is not very attractive!!  Thanks, mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SCtXXveg_MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KBdHhVWlOA4/s1600-h/100_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SCtXXveg_MI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KBdHhVWlOA4/s400/100_0744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200346260122434754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers are from Momma and Betsy. I got the Teacher of the year award at our school, and they sent those to congratulate me.  They are so pretty.  I did well getting them home because I had a few stops to make.  Almost home, stopped for a red light, and now I have water on the front seat and the floor board.  It's worth it to get such a great surprise today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SCtXYfeg_NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NPTM2eAfjq0/s1600-h/100_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SCtXYfeg_NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NPTM2eAfjq0/s400/100_0745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200346273007336658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-1208437963914538639?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1208437963914538639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=1208437963914538639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1208437963914538639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1208437963914538639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/05/flowers.html' title='Flowers.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SCtXXfeg_LI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1QGx6a2wVas/s72-c/100_0743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-3901597264760332548</id><published>2008-05-07T16:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:06.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest obsession.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SCIUh4m8YnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4W5u_boJ7L4/s1600-h/Chick-fil-A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SCIUh4m8YnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4W5u_boJ7L4/s400/Chick-fil-A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197739492302938738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody tried this?  Oh my, it is sooooooo gooood.  It's the coffee caramel milkshake from Chick-Fil-A.  It is not too coffee-tasty, plus it's got their icedream in it.  I had one two weeks ago, and had to keep myself from getting another one.  I gave in yesterday, and it was as good as I thought it would be.  So, if anybody is looking for a new drink to try.  It's got my thumbs-up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-3901597264760332548?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3901597264760332548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=3901597264760332548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3901597264760332548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3901597264760332548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-latest-obsession.html' title='My latest obsession.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SCIUh4m8YnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4W5u_boJ7L4/s72-c/Chick-fil-A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-4534829319751311049</id><published>2008-05-04T12:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:06.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Edited to Add.........</title><content type='html'>UGH!!!  I have worked over an hour trying to resize these photos and edit them, and I can't figure it out.  Why is it that one time you can do it quick and another time, IT CAN"T BE DONE????????  Oh well...  I told Lynette that I would add a photo of me and Anne.  Don't we look cute in Aunt Sandi's wigs?  The one of us 4 girls is sweet.  It was early in the morning.  We hadn't had time to argue yet.  The one of me, Betsy, Mamaw and Papaw was for Mamaw's birthday.  Moma had wrote on the back it was after an operation that Mamaw had.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SB3wMPHnBDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VbDxwVNTVr8/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SB3wMPHnBDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VbDxwVNTVr8/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196573638062965810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SB3wMvHnBEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UNL0gGwxfD4/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SB3wMvHnBEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UNL0gGwxfD4/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196573646652900418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SB3wMvHnBFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dFiRDfyOqTc/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SB3wMvHnBFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dFiRDfyOqTc/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196573646652900434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-4534829319751311049?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4534829319751311049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=4534829319751311049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4534829319751311049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4534829319751311049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/05/edited-to-add.html' title='Edited to Add.........'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SB3wMPHnBDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VbDxwVNTVr8/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-4064641676303186656</id><published>2008-05-03T13:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:07.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears are still rolling......</title><content type='html'>I'm at Betsy's house today, and she had some old photos out on the bar.  She especially loved the one of her and Lynette and their fantastic hair-dos!  So, I scanned them for the Florida cousins to see and get a laugh out of it.  I only wish I had a few of me and Anne.  I think I do at home.  I may have to edit and add those later!!  Enjoy!  We did have some good summers, didn't we?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SByrB_HnA4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/lns0pVNtNKI/s1600-h/fam.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SByrB_HnA4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/lns0pVNtNKI/s400/fam.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196216120690279298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have glasses, I'm guessing this picture was about 1980. I did love being at Mamaw and Papaw's house though.  I loved playing back behind the tractor shed, stomping on chesnut sticky-things and pulling willow limbs and feeding the cows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SByoI_HnA3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/JPYzXnSLyfc/s1600-h/05-03-2008+01%3B49%3B34PM.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SByoI_HnA3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/JPYzXnSLyfc/s400/05-03-2008+01%3B49%3B34PM.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196212942414480242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Backbone Rock.  Another fun place for us.  Funny, now, I don't like to go up there for anything.  Where were you Lynette?  Working at the Chinese place in the mall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SByoIfHnA0I/AAAAAAAAAII/s98L46XL7YU/s1600-h/lil+bandl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SByoIfHnA0I/AAAAAAAAAII/s98L46XL7YU/s400/lil+bandl.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196212933824545602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cute little girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SByoIfHnA1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4xAS5v3WUmg/s1600-h/fro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SByoIfHnA1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4xAS5v3WUmg/s400/fro.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196212933824545618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-4064641676303186656?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4064641676303186656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=4064641676303186656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4064641676303186656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4064641676303186656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/05/tears-are-still-rolling.html' title='Tears are still rolling......'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SByrB_HnA4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/lns0pVNtNKI/s72-c/fam.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-4639987278386317140</id><published>2008-04-17T07:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:08:59.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Game.....</title><content type='html'>Here's a fun little name game to play.  I'm not going to tag anyone, but copy and play along.  Let me know in the comments if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your rock star name (first pet, current car)......Muffin Quest, that's interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your gangsta name (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe)......Mint Chocolate Flip Flops, don't know about that one, what kind of rap would I give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your Native American name (favorite color, favorite animal)......Blue (Sneaking) Cat, I added the sneaking to make it more interesting =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your soap opera name (middle name, city where you were born)......Renee Damascus, sounds kinda corny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Star Wars name (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name......Dixro, I can see Luke saying my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Superhero name (2nd favorite color, favorite drink)......Green Latte, the Green Lantern might need to worry, I might steal his crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. NASCAR name (the first names of your grandfathers).......Robert Wilton, I can actually see that on the side of a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Stripper name (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)......Pleasure Snickers, oh my, that sounds real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. TV weather anchor name (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a city that starts with the same letter).......Vanover Vail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Spy name (your favorite season/holiday, flower)......Autumn Lilac, sounds mysterious (not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Cartoon name: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now)......Apple PJs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Hippie name (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree).......Special K Willow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "Adult Film" star name (first pet, first street where you lived)......Muffin Hollyfield, I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is your turn to do it...Remember, let me know in the comments if you play along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-4639987278386317140?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4639987278386317140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=4639987278386317140&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4639987278386317140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4639987278386317140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/name-game.html' title='The Name Game.....'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-673676277698908644</id><published>2008-04-07T18:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:07.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The LAST Competition</title><content type='html'>Reed had her last dance competition of the season Saturday at Meadowview here in Kingsport.  Thank goodness, no hotel bill!!  The girls did awesome!  Every competiton groups differently and gives out awards differently.  Reed and her group got "gold" and placed 3rd overall in junior division.  Their production tap got a "high gold" and placed 1st over productions, and their production hip-hop got a "high gold" and placed 2nd overall in productions.  I think that's so weird that you can compete against yourself in the categories.  Another long day of dancing, but well worth it.  Of course, I didn't get any pictures.  We were so busy putting on the make-up and spraying glitter that you don't have time to get the camera out.  However, I did video tape her tap number, "Baby I'm a Star."  (I wasn't supposed to, but I did anyway.)  I'm going to try to figure out how to get it on.  I hope anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At workshop the next day, Reed's friend Makenna got a scholarship for jazz, and Reed got one for tap!!!!!!!!!!!!!    They only give 2 per age group so I was shocked but so excited.  There were about 100 girls there, so it was great.  It just means that next year we won't have to pay the $100 to do the workshop; it will be free!! So, yay Reed!!  My friend Christi's niece got an advanced scholarship.  They actually win a scholarship to go somewhere, and she won the one to the Joffrey Ballet.  She is a beautiful dancer, and well deserving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Reed and Makenna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R_qlocdjOfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XkpTBJ-DoGM/s1600-h/100_0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R_qlocdjOfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XkpTBJ-DoGM/s400/100_0705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186640035124034034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-673676277698908644?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/673676277698908644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=673676277698908644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/673676277698908644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/673676277698908644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-competition.html' title='The LAST Competition'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R_qlocdjOfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XkpTBJ-DoGM/s72-c/100_0705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-464877147379124844</id><published>2008-04-01T21:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:28:11.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe I Made it Home!!</title><content type='html'>Tonight, Brittany, my 16 year-old niece, called me to take her out driving.  Brittany didn't get her learner's permit until last week and has only been out on the road 2 times.  Well, we went!!  She did well and I shouldn't say anything.  Does anybody else remember their first times out on the road?  (My sister yelling at me sticks out in my mind.)  We only had 1 person honk at us, I had to have her slow down a couple of times, and she remembered to press the gas pedal and turn the wheel at most turns.  I had a blast out with her though and am more than willing to go again.  So, say some prayers for me and Britt as I (now, that's funny) teach her to drive.  Christi, remember me trying to teach you a stick out at Patrick Henry?  Good times. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on Reed's dance competition from Asheville this past weekend.  I didn't get any pictures.  We were there from 8 AM until 7:30 that night! UGH!!  I did see some great routines though.  Reed's tap group got a high gold, won their age division, and won 1st place in small groups.  They were excited about that.  Her production tap group got gold, and her production hip-hop group got judge's choice gold, won age division,won the showstopper award, and won 1st place in large groups.  The girls have worked hard, and it was extremely rewarding.  We dance this weekend at Meadowview.  So, hair, make-up, false eyelashes here we come again!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-464877147379124844?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/464877147379124844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=464877147379124844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/464877147379124844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/464877147379124844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-believe-i-made-it-home.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe I Made it Home!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-3625280372124205234</id><published>2008-03-23T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:08.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R-bJaMdjOaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1AnEIFpt_-M/s1600-h/100_0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R-bJaMdjOaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1AnEIFpt_-M/s400/100_0708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181049873195284898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R-bJasdjObI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SypzdPXR3X0/s1600-h/100_0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R-bJasdjObI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SypzdPXR3X0/s400/100_0709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181049881785219506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R-bJbMdjOcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LbmIgkntG7k/s1600-h/100_0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R-bJbMdjOcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LbmIgkntG7k/s400/100_0711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181049890375154114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R-bJbcdjOdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/V9v3yDqG4Ec/s1600-h/100_0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R-bJbcdjOdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/V9v3yDqG4Ec/s400/100_0712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181049894670121426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R-bJb8djOeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/r9RVv2Da00E/s1600-h/100_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R-bJb8djOeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/r9RVv2Da00E/s400/100_0715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181049903260056034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter to all!!  I wish the weather here had been as bright as the dresses and flowers at church.  It's been gray, cloudy, and windy today.  Coming home from church, it was only 45 degrees.  Yuck!!  I am finally ready for warmer weather.  I had to see the end of any season, but I do like the feel of the sun on my skin in the spring.  I'm enjoying being on spring break.  We saw Horton Hears a Who on Friday, and it was cute. Bebe and I took the kids.  Everybody liked it.  Enjoyed the egg hunt yesterday too.  This week, for me, will be working on my practicum for my Ed.S program.  And write a critique and look at writing an article.  Double yuck!!  I just have to remind myself of July 12 and I remember that I can do it!!  Here are some pictures of the girls before church this morning.  We were in a hurry, and with the weather, I didn't want to get outside.  I'll have them wear it again when it's warmer to get some outside shots.  Have a great rest of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-3625280372124205234?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3625280372124205234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=3625280372124205234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3625280372124205234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3625280372124205234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R-bJaMdjOaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1AnEIFpt_-M/s72-c/100_0708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-3923584340540106951</id><published>2008-03-09T20:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:08.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Competition</title><content type='html'>Hello all!!  We got back a little ago from Greenville, SC for a dance competition that Reed was in.  We are two tired little puppies.  Allie stayed with Bebe and her daddy while Mamaw, Mommy, and Reed got to go.  Reed's tap group did fantastic!!  We were a little disappointed with the judging, b/c they only got a high silver.  The girls though did great for this to be their first "big" experience.The production tap team got high silver, and the production hip-hop team got gold.  Reed is on both of these.  Most of what placed the highest were the numbers that were different, edgy, and more comtemporary.  &lt;br /&gt;Reed competed Friday night and then was in classes Saturday and Sunday.  She was thrilled to get to work with Barry Youngblood again and Blake McGrath.  Blake was on the dance show, So You Think You Can Dance.  One of the dancers from our studio won one of two awards that they give.  She won a week's worth of lessons from a Millenium Dance Studio in L.A., that's the one were "famous" people go.  &lt;br /&gt;I have never seen hundreds of girls dancing and screaming and cheering each other on.  I only wish we could take pictures during the actual competition.  Here are a couple of pictures I got with my cell phone of Reed's tap group before they went on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R9SAjDE_q4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/gL0_y-MRbsg/s1600-h/greenville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R9SAjDE_q4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/gL0_y-MRbsg/s400/greenville.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175903211365575554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R9SAkDE_q5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/fG0q5Aka21Y/s1600-h/greenville2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R9SAkDE_q5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/fG0q5Aka21Y/s400/greenville2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175903228545444754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-3923584340540106951?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3923584340540106951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=3923584340540106951&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3923584340540106951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3923584340540106951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/03/dance-competition.html' title='Dance Competition'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R9SAjDE_q4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/gL0_y-MRbsg/s72-c/greenville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-5958873066918166304</id><published>2008-02-26T20:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:09.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R8S8x15aIXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/U3s3OwVeFXg/s1600-h/100_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R8S8x15aIXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/U3s3OwVeFXg/s320/100_0694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171465836595650930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R8S8yl5aIYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6Sx2yFpdbWw/s1600-h/100_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R8S8yl5aIYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6Sx2yFpdbWw/s320/100_0697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171465849480552834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R8S8y15aIZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UruRGY2u-Lk/s1600-h/100_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R8S8y15aIZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UruRGY2u-Lk/s320/100_0703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171465853775520146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed was in her PTA program tonight, and they did a 50's theme.  Thanks to Makenna (and Laura) for letting us borrow the costume.  Sure is nice to have such great friends!!  It is our school's 50th birthday, and our music teacher has done an awesome job celebrating that this school year.  The girls looked so cute with their skirts and ponytails.  It was sweet.  Reed was part of a group who did some dance moves while they sang "Rockin Robin"  I didn't know she was doing that. I was shocked that she didn't bust out, but she seemed kind of shy up on stage.  That's not my dancer.  We'll have dance competition pictues and stories later in March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-5958873066918166304?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5958873066918166304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=5958873066918166304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5958873066918166304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5958873066918166304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/pta.html' title='PTA'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R8S8x15aIXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/U3s3OwVeFXg/s72-c/100_0694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-3735941110079075404</id><published>2008-02-24T09:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:51:56.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a Woman Could Have Written This</title><content type='html'>I laughed so hard at this last night I was crying. Billy didn't quite "get it," but I think it is a lady thing. Have you ever felt this way when it was that time? I have!! I had the video up, but it messed my sidebar up.  So anyway, here's the link:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0e-mldM3ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've edited to ask why the link is not showing up?  UGH!!  First the video, now the link.  Anyway, funny fake commerical about a once-a-year period.  Look it up on youtube, annuale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-3735941110079075404?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3735941110079075404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=3735941110079075404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3735941110079075404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3735941110079075404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/only-woman-could-have-written-this.html' title='Only a Woman Could Have Written This'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2127111533273576420</id><published>2008-02-11T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:09.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement!!!</title><content type='html'>The new songs help show my excitement for Michael Jackson (the 80's version) and U2. Check out the songs, find one you remember, and enjoy. Leave me a comment to let me know what you think about these guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am getting old when these two things are exciting to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thriller&lt;/span&gt;'s re-release on Tuesday. I never had that album, but my friend Jill did and boy did we wear it out. I remember laying on the floor, opening it up to look at the pictures and listening to it. I also remember how big it was to go to the video store and rent the Thriller video. Oh my, I am telling my age here. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R7C2gF5aISI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GiIHWwajC-g/s1600-h/e53057rjfdt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165829435048993058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R7C2gF5aISI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GiIHWwajC-g/s320/e53057rjfdt.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;U2's 3D concert movie&lt;/span&gt; is coming out next week. I am excited for that because I have seen them live 6 times and it is AWESOME. I compare going to see/hear them live as being in church. Some of their stuff is very religious in nature and it is extremely stirring. Did you know their song "40" is based on Psalms 40. Bono quotes scripture during concerts. Also, I just like how they've done it for so long. After 9/11, I saw them in Philly, and at the end of the show they closed out by rolling all the victims' names behind them. They are compassionate people who happen to be a legendary band. Billy got excited when he found a girl that liked them as much as he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R7C2gl5aITI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g6M0DU6uVbk/s1600-h/u2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165829443638927666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R7C2gl5aITI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g6M0DU6uVbk/s320/u2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2127111533273576420?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2127111533273576420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2127111533273576420&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2127111533273576420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2127111533273576420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/excitement.html' title='Excitement!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R7C2gF5aISI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GiIHWwajC-g/s72-c/e53057rjfdt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-7433175970117104846</id><published>2008-02-07T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:09.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTI !!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R6uuTap_DEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ivAJwt7SVjE/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164413046306573378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R6uuTap_DEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ivAJwt7SVjE/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R6uuT6p_DFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eairJwdfMZc/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164413054896507986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R6uuT6p_DFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eairJwdfMZc/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my dear friend Christi!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In honor of Christi's birthday, I thought I would share a special memory from our sorority life.   We were a "redneck" couple and boy, did Christi play the trampy girlfriend GREAT!!  We added more each time, and the act got better each time too.  Christi must have added her tatoo after the picture was taken, and I can't see my sock. = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Christi, I hope you had a great day and I love you with blah-blah love and all mine.  I consider it the greatest honor and priviledge to be your "sister"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id287"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-7433175970117104846?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7433175970117104846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=7433175970117104846&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/7433175970117104846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/7433175970117104846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-christi.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTI !!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R6uuTap_DEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ivAJwt7SVjE/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2680046448579909533</id><published>2008-02-06T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:10.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R6psiqp_DDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9icYJ_pnB2I/s1600-h/massage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164059265555434546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R6psiqp_DDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9icYJ_pnB2I/s320/massage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I want!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2680046448579909533?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2680046448579909533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2680046448579909533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2680046448579909533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2680046448579909533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R6psiqp_DDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9icYJ_pnB2I/s72-c/massage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-6189266386843991104</id><published>2008-02-05T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:15:54.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm It!!</title><content type='html'>My friend Christi at christsblahblahblog.blogspot.com tagged me to have some fun.  I'm not going to tag anybody, but if you want to play.  Let me know in the comments section so I can check you out!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how you play: once you've been tagged you have to write a blog with 4 random facts, habits or goals about yourself. At the end choose 4 people to be tagged; list their names and why you tagged them. Don't forget to leave them a comment saying "you're it!" and to go read your blog. You cannot tag the person that tagged you, so since you can't tag me back let me know when you are done so that I can go read your blog answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I had to get a license to drive a bus when I worked for Headstart.  Totally scary for me!!  I had to identify parts under the bus and under the hood.  Couldn't do it now if you had a gun to my head!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I shook hands with Garth Brooks at the Washington County Tobacco Festival in 1990.  He had just hit it big, and that was a big deal to me for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I still have a blanket.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  For Lent, I am giving up drinking tea for lunch.  I am going to make myself drink water.  For me, that is a huge sacrifice.  I DO NOT like water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-6189266386843991104?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6189266386843991104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=6189266386843991104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6189266386843991104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6189266386843991104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-it.html' title='I&apos;m It!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-1612302199600646995</id><published>2008-02-01T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:59:12.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Feasts</title><content type='html'>Here's a fun little Friday thing to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite kind of cereal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I love cereal so it's hard to pick.  Right now, I'm into Honey Bunches of Oats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you purchased something for your home, what was it, and in which room did it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I bought a shower caddy thing that hangs over the shower head.  So, obviously, it hangs in the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad&lt;br /&gt;What is the funniest commercial you’ve ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I don't know about funniest.  Recently, that Peyton Manning one where he says he's bummed football is over makes me chuckle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Course&lt;br /&gt;Make up a name for a company by using a spice and an animal (example: Cinnamon Monkey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Clove Donkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blank: I haven’t ______ since ______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I haven't had such a good time since I was with Christi last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit more Friday's Feasts &lt;a href="http://www.fridaysfeast.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-1612302199600646995?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1612302199600646995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=1612302199600646995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1612302199600646995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1612302199600646995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/fridays-feasts.html' title='Friday&apos;s Feasts'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-8951090805817734345</id><published>2008-02-01T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:10.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. My. Gosh!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R6NoJqp_DCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zmqLYOB-AbQ/s1600-h/10605461_det.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162084113175219234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R6NoJqp_DCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zmqLYOB-AbQ/s320/10605461_det.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got tickets to the movie. I got online, found them, and Jim and Bernice picked them up for me. There were NO tickets for Saturday, at all. We had to get 8:00 tickets for Sunday night. Actually, I'm kind of looking forward to it. Amie, Meredith, and Parker saw her in concert and said it was great. Should be fun!!&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/6009468841646919971-8951090805817734345?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8951090805817734345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=8951090805817734345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8951090805817734345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8951090805817734345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh. My. Gosh!!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R6NoJqp_DCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zmqLYOB-AbQ/s72-c/10605461_det.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-5600707927317341472</id><published>2008-02-01T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T11:38:03.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reed</title><content type='html'>Reed's throat is doing better.  She says it doesn't hurt as much today as it has been.  She is even trying to eat some.  She had some very, soupy oatmeal this morning.  Well, actually just a few bites, but that is pretty good.  I'm going to get her out of the house tonight and go to North to see Brittany.  She is on the Queen of Hearts court and tonight is the "big event."  I hope to get a few pictures of her.  Cross fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-5600707927317341472?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5600707927317341472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=5600707927317341472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5600707927317341472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5600707927317341472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/02/reed.html' title='Reed'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-4042872405490090074</id><published>2008-01-30T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:07:39.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Playlist</title><content type='html'>The new playlist matches my mood. I'm thankful for what I have, but....................  feeling sort of &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just tired from hovering over Reed. She has not been as perky today. I guess she is drained too. I hope she will pep up some tomorrow.  I feel so sorry for her b/c she wants to eat, is hungry, but can't handle more than a couple of bites of anything more than jello.  She will be so sick of that after this!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for prayers, emails, calls, and visits.  That means alot to all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-4042872405490090074?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4042872405490090074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=4042872405490090074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4042872405490090074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4042872405490090074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-playlist.html' title='New Playlist'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-5629802883620172847</id><published>2008-01-29T20:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:10.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5_T7qp_DAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5WlQGPRJF1g/s1600-h/tonsils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161076720006007810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5_T7qp_DAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5WlQGPRJF1g/s320/tonsils.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed perked up enough this evening to play a couple of games with Allie.    She is doing fantastic.  I feel sorry for her though because she is hungry, and the thickest thing I will let her have is vanilla pudding.    I think tomorrow I will let her have some soup or mashed potatoes.   Like my daughter, I try to do what I'm told to do.  The nurses told us to keep it very light today.   I'm still bugging her to death to drink, drink, drink.  As I keep telling her,   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A moist throat is a happy throat!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5_T8Kp_DBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TdgcEIBCRQo/s1600-h/tonsils3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161076728595942418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5_T8Kp_DBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TdgcEIBCRQo/s320/tonsils3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little trooper with her &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red jello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  mouth.&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/6009468841646919971-5629802883620172847?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5629802883620172847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=5629802883620172847&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5629802883620172847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5629802883620172847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/reed.html' title='Reed'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5_T7qp_DAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5WlQGPRJF1g/s72-c/tonsils.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-1893575298562968124</id><published>2008-01-29T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:29:25.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Update</title><content type='html'>Reed's surgery went well. Dr. Hunt said it was a good thing to get those tonsils out of there.&lt;br /&gt;She was really nervous this morning, but stayed in good spirits. The only time I thought she was going to cry was when I had to leaving her in the holding area, but she stayed brave and didn't make a peep. Believe it or not, I didn't either. She woke up well from the anesthesia and was a good little patient. Allie was glad to see her and kept rubbing her forehead. The nurses were so nice to her and Allie. When we left, they let Allie ride in the wheelchair with Reed out to the car. We are at home now. She is trying to sleep while I am trying to keep getting sips down her. Lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slushies&lt;/span&gt; today!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the thoughts and prayers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA:  Sunday night I was talking to Allie about Reed's surgery.  We talked about how she needed to ask God to watch over Reed.  She said that she didn't need to do that.  She went on to explain that God and Jesus live in people's hearts.  I said "Why not ask God then to watch over Reed?"  Allie replied, "Well, if God lives in my heart then I don't have to ask him, only if he lived outside of my heart." &lt;br /&gt;I thought that was so sweet and such great insight from the 5 year-old.  If only we all could remember that God lives within us and wants to watch over us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-1893575298562968124?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1893575298562968124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=1893575298562968124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1893575298562968124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1893575298562968124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/surgery-update.html' title='Surgery Update'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-985845497447299146</id><published>2008-01-24T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:40:43.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change for Reed</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update. We got a phone call today about 5:15 that Reed will be getting her tonsils out Tuesday instead of 3 weeks from now.   Actually, that was a prayer answered because of competition dance in March and all the practices before then.   Now she really will just be out one practice and it won't be the one right before we go to Greenville, SC.   Just say a prayer that Reed does well and she has no complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note on the Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;UGH!!!! I'm about ready to give up my project. Now, I've songs popping up that won't play.    Of course, it's some of my favorites -- U2, Bon Jovi        Guess I can't have it all.                &lt;br /&gt;Christi, I did add Kenny and Dolly, Islands in the Stream.     Lynette, a little Refugee for you.       I seem to remember you getting called that some when we were younger.      You Cuban you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-985845497447299146?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/985845497447299146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=985845497447299146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/985845497447299146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/985845497447299146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/change-for-reed.html' title='Change for Reed'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-514007917865183346</id><published>2008-01-23T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:11.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5foMKp_C7I/AAAAAAAAADw/cl1QmiRu3Xw/s1600-h/100_0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158847193892719538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5foMKp_C7I/AAAAAAAAADw/cl1QmiRu3Xw/s320/100_0660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 5 year-old DAUGHTER, Allie, wanted Buzz and Woody for her cake this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5foM6p_C8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/sXV-yfVMT7s/s1600-h/100_0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158847206777621442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5foM6p_C8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/sXV-yfVMT7s/s320/100_0661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reed's cake came from her party invitations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5foNap_C9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/HHgsEV659EQ/s1600-h/100_0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158847215367556050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5foNap_C9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/HHgsEV659EQ/s320/100_0671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the girls were excited over their party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5foN6p_C-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/G7i0EOG6BAY/s1600-h/100_0678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158847223957490658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5foN6p_C-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/G7i0EOG6BAY/s320/100_0678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5foOap_C_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TaLb4dFH-qI/s1600-h/100_0676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158847232547425266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5foOap_C_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TaLb4dFH-qI/s320/100_0676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allie with two of her favorite people, Meredith and Andrew. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls loved their party and I wish I had more pics of them with their buddies. Lauren took pictures for me so I could see what little of opening I could see. Thanks Lauren for helping out. The party place was fantastic. I showed up with the cakes and the party hostess did the rest. They served the drinks, the pizza, and even cut the cake. They even gave me a cart to carry stuff to the car. I will have to remember that for next year. As we were driving home, I asked Allie if she had a good party and she said, "It was great!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still can't believe that my girls are getting older. Reed will be nine Friday. Where has the time gone? We found out today that Reed will be getting her tonsils out next month. Please pray for me with everything going on that we get this done and over and for her that everything goes well. Between my school schedule and her dance competition schedule, this is our only window of opportunity until late spring. I want it over with instead of dreading it for months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's all for today. Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-514007917865183346?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/514007917865183346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=514007917865183346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/514007917865183346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/514007917865183346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-5-year-old-daughter-allie-wanted.html' title='Birthday Parties'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R5foMKp_C7I/AAAAAAAAADw/cl1QmiRu3Xw/s72-c/100_0660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-2000941264009262534</id><published>2008-01-21T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:22:26.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still on the Playlist</title><content type='html'>I'm still working on the playlist.   I've added a few, including John Denver, Lynette.   Please help me out thinking of some more.   It has become my obsession right now.  I'll be in the shower and a song will just pop in my head.   UGH!!!    What have I started?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-2000941264009262534?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/2000941264009262534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=2000941264009262534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2000941264009262534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/2000941264009262534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/still-on-playlist.html' title='Still on the Playlist'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-3360252991094022285</id><published>2008-01-19T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:31:32.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Playlist</title><content type='html'>Hello all.  I got an idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can usually relate events in my life to songs of the time.  So, I made a playlist of songs I liked in high school and some songs that I just remember from childhood.  I may make one later of songs I really liked from college.  No, Lynette and Betsy, I didn't put Debbie Boone on here.  But Anne, I did put "Hot Child in the City!"   &lt;br /&gt; If any of you can think of songs I didn't put on that were popular way back then, leave me a comment.  I need your help here Christi. &lt;br /&gt;Like, right now, I just realized I only put 1 Madonna song on there.  Too many songs, and not enough memory. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the playlist!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had their birthday party last night.  It went great.  I'll try to post pics later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-3360252991094022285?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3360252991094022285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=3360252991094022285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3360252991094022285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3360252991094022285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-playlist.html' title='My Playlist'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-5843039497555047683</id><published>2008-01-17T11:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:11.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brittany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R4-ActMrwCI/AAAAAAAAADo/jFe9rXXoPaM/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156481329019994146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R4-ActMrwCI/AAAAAAAAADo/jFe9rXXoPaM/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Brittany was a sophmore rep on the Queen of Hearts court at North. They had their presentation Tuesday at school. Isn't she so pretty? Her escort is her "friend" Cody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-5843039497555047683?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5843039497555047683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=5843039497555047683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5843039497555047683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5843039497555047683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/brittany.html' title='Brittany'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R4-ActMrwCI/AAAAAAAAADo/jFe9rXXoPaM/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-3057355000342705079</id><published>2008-01-17T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:12.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A "REAL" Snow Day!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R499uNMrwAI/AAAAAAAAADY/bhvVB2MMV7g/s1600-h/000_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156478331132821506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R499uNMrwAI/AAAAAAAAADY/bhvVB2MMV7g/s320/000_0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Reed with the little snowman she made. We used Hershey Kisses for the eyes and that orange slice candy for the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R499wNMrwBI/AAAAAAAAADg/Z-p1PWo2Dek/s1600-h/000_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156478365492559890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R499wNMrwBI/AAAAAAAAADg/Z-p1PWo2Dek/s320/000_0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stripes was wanting in on the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156477966060601330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="138" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R499Y9Mrv_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/R1E7CS8fUNY/s320/000_0023.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R499JdMrv-I/AAAAAAAAADI/8ASkPOH1Mx4/s1600-h/000_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156477699772628962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R499JdMrv-I/AAAAAAAAADI/8ASkPOH1Mx4/s320/000_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Allie reminds me of myself.  She kept complaining that the snow was getting in her mittens and her sock was slipping off her foot into her boot.  Sound familiar, Bebe and Mama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a real snow day today. It was great to wake up and see actual snow on the ground. I'm posting pictures for you Florida cousins. We didn't have to use the sprinklers to get our fun outside! :) I still think that was a great idea Lynette. Randy is one  smart cookie.  I hate he left TN though before he got to have the snow.  He could have brought some home for the kids.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-3057355000342705079?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/3057355000342705079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=3057355000342705079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3057355000342705079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/3057355000342705079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/real-snow-day.html' title='A &quot;REAL&quot; Snow Day!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R499uNMrwAI/AAAAAAAAADY/bhvVB2MMV7g/s72-c/000_0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-1794606780621216862</id><published>2008-01-11T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T10:39:48.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They say it's your birthday..........It's my birthday too!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday and what a great day it has been. I turned 35 today, and since I have turned 30, every year is a reflection of what I feel I haven't done yet. This year, however, I decided to focus on the wonderful things I have. I am happy, I am working on a goal for my career, and my family is well and healthy. Sometimes life can't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had friends reach out today to say happy birthday, and I thank you all.  A special thanks to Christi for the shout out on your blog!  I loved it!!  I got a surprise at school. A teacher came to my door today and asked to speak to me. When I got into the hallway, the entire third grade sang happy birthday to me. That's Reed's grade. It was so sweet to see my daughter, her friends, and many kids I had in kindergarten doing that. Also, my class sang to me in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law surprised me this afternoon by having a cake and letting the girls feel like I had a real birthday. Allie really feels it's important for you to have cake and a party on your birthday. She kept saying, "Did you really like your birthday mommy?" She can be so sweet. We went out to eat with the Virginia family tonight and had a good time. I got money from family and plan on spending it on me. (as a mom, you know that doesn't always happen.) My sister surprised me though. I didn't open her present until I was home. It was a Willow Tree navtivity. She has one and I have admired it for a few Christmases. I cried when I opened that one. I may get agrivated with her for still playing "big sister" but she has the best heart out of everybody I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I celebrate how blessed I am and want to hold on to that feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-1794606780621216862?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/1794606780621216862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=1794606780621216862&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1794606780621216862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/1794606780621216862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/they-say-its-your-birthdayits-my.html' title='They say it&apos;s your birthday..........It&apos;s my birthday too!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-5429000296107045396</id><published>2008-01-08T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:46:40.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattegories - Bloggity Style</title><content type='html'>My friend, Christi, had this on her blog and I thought it sounded like fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura at &lt;a href="http://laurawilliamsmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura Williams' Musings&lt;/a&gt; shared this post on her blog and it looked like fun, plus I didn't have anything earth-shattering to blog about today! Here’s how you play. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following categories. They have to be real places, names, things…nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same first initial. You CAN’T use your name for the boy/girl name question. Here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your name? Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 letter word: ripe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle: Range Rover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City: Richmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy Name: Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Name: Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: radiologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you wear: rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity: Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something found in a bathroom: razors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for Being Late: roaming a store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Character: Richie Rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something You Shout: Run!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to play along?Let me know if you are playing along by leaving me a comment so I can come check yours out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-5429000296107045396?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5429000296107045396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=5429000296107045396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5429000296107045396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5429000296107045396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/scattegories-bloggity-style.html' title='Scattegories - Bloggity Style'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-6357374095973689452</id><published>2008-01-03T13:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:12.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3005tMrv8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/JzKc9xbDdFM/s1600-h/sleep2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151331714771697602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3005tMrv8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/JzKc9xbDdFM/s320/sleep2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up this morning, this is the sweet image I got to see. I take these as they come, because after being up for a while, a fight broke out. Fights over Reed not letting Allie into her room, and Allie not letting Reed use the Leapster. Oh the joys of parenthood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-6357374095973689452?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/6357374095973689452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=6357374095973689452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6357374095973689452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/6357374095973689452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3005tMrv8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/JzKc9xbDdFM/s72-c/sleep2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-8334986354422412194</id><published>2008-01-02T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:13:47.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions?</title><content type='html'>I have noticed several people have posted or talked about resolutions for this year. I hadn't come up with any, and it's definitely not for a lack of need. I guess I'll take a shot at it. The main things I want to make sure I do this year are&lt;br /&gt;1- finish Ed.S degree&lt;br /&gt;2- drink more water&lt;br /&gt;3- exercise on a more regular basis&lt;br /&gt;4- feel church again, right now I feel very "whatever"&lt;br /&gt;5- pay more attention to right now and quit worrying about later down the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, guess that's enough for the real things I need to do. I just want to hold on to right now. Reed will be 9 later this month and it has hit me. I am "half-way" finished with her. I know not really, but only 9 more years of having her in the house under my rule. I can't believe how fast the time has flown. Scary, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it so bad, that I was excited to get a snow day for tomorrow after being off for two weeks!!!! Ahhhh, the joy of being a school teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v111/ChristiS/blinkies2/seasons/?action=view&amp;current=snowdays.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/ChristiS/blinkies2/seasons/snowdays.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-8334986354422412194?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8334986354422412194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=8334986354422412194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8334986354422412194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8334986354422412194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions?'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-8999791235964206083</id><published>2008-01-01T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:13.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve with the Fritz family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nNstMrv1I/AAAAAAAAACA/9KnnJt0zsvU/s1600-h/lauren+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150373816805605202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nNstMrv1I/AAAAAAAAACA/9KnnJt0zsvU/s320/lauren+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lauren had been to a party and left her party dress on to ring in the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nNs9Mrv2I/AAAAAAAAACI/JRIcpukYVfM/s1600-h/lauren+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150373821100572514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nNs9Mrv2I/AAAAAAAAACI/JRIcpukYVfM/s320/lauren+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jamie is holding Allie who loves for Jamie to be around. She plays with her and does crafts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nNtdMrv3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/wwXRLltr7ms/s1600-h/lauren+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150373829690507122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nNtdMrv3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/wwXRLltr7ms/s320/lauren+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The crazy kids!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nNttMrv4I/AAAAAAAAACY/nrwO15Rns0M/s1600-h/lauren+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150373833985474434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nNttMrv4I/AAAAAAAAACY/nrwO15Rns0M/s320/lauren+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what my nephews really look like. I think they are related to the Doodlebops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nLMtMrvwI/AAAAAAAAABY/j6kBHZUFRq8/s1600-h/lauren+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nLNNMrvxI/AAAAAAAAABg/HFDdAM3Q840/s1600-h/lauren+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150371076616470290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nLNNMrvxI/AAAAAAAAABg/HFDdAM3Q840/s320/lauren+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lauren showing off her cheerleading skills. I think so anyway.............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nLNdMrvyI/AAAAAAAAABo/tEl162Y57iY/s1600-h/lauren+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150371080911437602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nLNdMrvyI/AAAAAAAAABo/tEl162Y57iY/s320/lauren+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, this is how excited Billy gets over anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, actually we had a good time with my sister and her family. Mom and Jamie came over. We bowled on the Wii.  Billy beat Jamie and then me.  That was a first, on the bowling anyway. Lauren tried to teach me how to play Guitar Hero, but I don't think that will happen.  I have decided I am out of the loop on that one.  Then, we had birthday cheesecake for Billy and celebrated the ball dropping. Billy's birthday is today, New Year's Day. Oh yeah, he has spent his whole life thinking that the big ball in Times Square was for him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nLNtMrvzI/AAAAAAAAABw/3yt-Q18nrn8/s1600-h/lauren+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nLONMrv0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fOzjJvLb2hk/s1600-h/lauren+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nKP9MrvvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kT2S2_WO05w/s1600-h/lauren+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-8999791235964206083?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/8999791235964206083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=8999791235964206083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8999791235964206083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/8999791235964206083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-eve-with-fritz-family.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve with the Fritz family'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3nNstMrv1I/AAAAAAAAACA/9KnnJt0zsvU/s72-c/lauren+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-7533730536380700500</id><published>2007-12-29T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:14.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reed's New Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3ZoIdMrvuI/AAAAAAAAABI/jkyIBe0qfSA/s1600-h/reed-glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149417718430809826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3ZoIdMrvuI/AAAAAAAAABI/jkyIBe0qfSA/s320/reed-glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Reed got her new glasses yesterday. They look really cute on her. I think they may be about the best look she's had yet. And we have had quite a few. We go back next week to try contacts again. Soft ones, this time. She's up for it because it's not going to be a fight. They will be used to help out for all her activities, soccer, ball, and dance. We won't force them on her like we tried to with the hard ones. So, everybody cross your fingers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-7533730536380700500?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/7533730536380700500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=7533730536380700500&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/7533730536380700500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/7533730536380700500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2007/12/reeds-new-glasses.html' title='Reed&apos;s New Glasses'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3ZoIdMrvuI/AAAAAAAAABI/jkyIBe0qfSA/s72-c/reed-glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-5578771241100854625</id><published>2007-12-27T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:33:14.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3RoH9MrvrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZgZmizZvF8E/s1600-h/000_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148854759887453874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3RoH9MrvrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZgZmizZvF8E/s320/000_0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Christmas morning was fantastic. The girls, of course, got way too much. I didn't get any real good pictures this year because of Billy doing a really sweet thing. He surprised me on Christmas Eve night with a new camcorder but we couldn't get the DVDs to work in it. I used my card from my camera and filled it up within minutes. I guess I could start on a list for next year already.... extra SD cards, jumpdrives, and a new computer that has easy access for USB ports to share and store everything. Reed was excited to get Nicki, the American Girl of the Year, Webkinz, and her Disney Mix Max (MP3 player plus video playback). Allie got twins and a stroller but didn't name them until the day after Christmas. She was more excited over her Hot Wheels racer and Leapster.&lt;br /&gt;We are extremely blessed with love and health and the presents are just the frosting on the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3RoINMrvsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XTSR4KvgPlU/s1600-h/000_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148854764182421186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3RoINMrvsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XTSR4KvgPlU/s320/000_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-5578771241100854625?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/5578771241100854625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=5578771241100854625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5578771241100854625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/5578771241100854625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas morning'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/R3RoH9MrvrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZgZmizZvF8E/s72-c/000_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009468841646919971.post-4292967886884008813</id><published>2007-12-27T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:37:34.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I had to jump on the bandwagon!! I figured that this will be a great way to keep loved ones near and far up to date on the lives of the Dixon Chicks and their parents. I hope it's as easy as everyone says!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009468841646919971-4292967886884008813?l=dixonchicks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/feeds/4292967886884008813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6009468841646919971&amp;postID=4292967886884008813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4292967886884008813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009468841646919971/posts/default/4292967886884008813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dixonchicks.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-had-to-jump-on-bandwagon-i-figured.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17982831759199429930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m4c1Cktnqs/SPUpgnRRmDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mKf3_wJrIw8/S220/412215034307_0_ALB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
