<?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-6404721919136352851</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:04:19.499-05:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Childhood'/><category term='Hannah&apos;s Prayer'/><category term='Infertility'/><category term='Wii Fit Challenge'/><category term='ministry'/><category term='church'/><category term='Growing up'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Weight loss'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Surgery'/><category term='Razorbacks'/><category term='school'/><title type='text'>The life of the Dean's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-2602033994984975402</id><published>2010-10-08T06:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T06:45:19.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A time of renewing....</title><content type='html'>So, I have really wanted to get back to blogging. Many times I will be driving and think, that is a great topic to blog about, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; to go on with my life. Needless to say, it does not get done. I will try to blog better in the future (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; Carol??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still the same in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NLR&lt;/span&gt;. Jobs are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;INCREDIBLY&lt;/span&gt; busy! I am working as a LSW (licensed social worker) in a local nursing home. This is my second NH job. (I have since learned that with NH sometimes it's similar to the police, when you get a new leader, other are brought in). I won't go into the story but I can say that the change was definately for the better. Now, do I still work long hours and need a vacation? YES!!!! It's a very challenging job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee is doing great. She is in 3rd grade and is so bright. She is in the top of her class with her composite test scores. Her grades are pretty good and her homework grade would be better if she remembered to turn it in. Her teacher says "Aimee do you have to have a personal invitation to turn it in?". Third grade is HARD.....at least for me! Her spelling words are just so much longer than in the past (which I know, is the point) and they are working on multipication and cursive. My baby is not a baby anymore!!!  She was working with us on her skip counting and we were rocking the 2's and 5's. She then asked me to do the 12's after I surpassed her on the 3's. I could not do them and had to stop 1/2 way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my early morning post is to an end....she is awake and ready to watch the sunrise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-2602033994984975402?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2602033994984975402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=2602033994984975402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2602033994984975402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2602033994984975402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-of-renewing.html' title='A time of renewing....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-6071730715073877593</id><published>2009-06-17T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:36:19.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same old, Same old....</title><content type='html'>There is nothing new that is going on around here. We booked our vacation last night. We are going on a Cruise! Fun fun.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-6071730715073877593?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6071730715073877593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=6071730715073877593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6071730715073877593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6071730715073877593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2009/06/same-old-same-old.html' title='Same old, Same old....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4220688833322291428</id><published>2009-05-09T22:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:30:58.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Aimee</title><content type='html'>When I picked Aimee up from school on Friday, I had a mother's day book she gave me. It said this..... (oh and btw, this is HER spelling, not mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is so speasl (special).&lt;br /&gt;She is prettier then a princess.&lt;br /&gt;She is the best mom ever.&lt;br /&gt;My mom loves cook chicken (she told me later she left out the to in the sentence).&lt;br /&gt;My mom is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couplet by AimeeMy mom is so cute I hope she likes the floot (flute).My mom is so pritty. she probly likes a kitty.TEARS! This makes all the tough times worth it. Best coffee table book I could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee has also started karate. She looks so grown up in there going "hiya" and blocking her coach. We had 3 lessons and a uniform for $20 so we shall see how good she does before we committ to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4220688833322291428?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4220688833322291428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4220688833322291428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4220688833322291428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4220688833322291428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2009/05/aimee.html' title='Aimee'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-9193655824633804826</id><published>2009-05-02T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:51:09.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Weekend at Carol's</title><content type='html'>We went to Carol's this weekend.....Saw my dad, stepmother, momma, and D's parents. This is our "Mother's Day" weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is always a hard day for me. There were many many years I longed for just "one" child to hold in my arms. I remember praying, crying, fasting, begging....just for God to let me have a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a poem that I want to share with you. You will find it on my blog from last  year.....i want to never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…For the married women who desire to have children and cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for the single women who desire children yet are getting weary waiting on a spouse. God understands your situation and we care. “In the name of Jesus, we ask that the Holy Spirit will comfort your heart and give you peace and that our Father God would grant you your petition. Amen.” (1 Samuel 1:2-17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the single mom. God understands your challenge and we care. “In the name of Jesus, we ask that the grace of God will sustain you, the wisdom of God lead you, the love of God encompass you, and the provisions of God overtake you. Amen.” (Philipians 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the moms with a child who has chosen a destructive lifestyle and is in a physical or spiritual prison. God understands your concern and we care. “In the name of Jesus, we ask that the Holy Spirit would convict them of sin. We ask for the perfect laborers to cross their path. We thank God for their salvation, deliverance and restoration. Amen.” (Proverbs 11:21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the moms who experience grief on Mothers Day because of miscarriage, stillbirth, abortion, or a childs death outside the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those men and women who experience grief on Mothers Day because of the loss of their mom. God understands and we care. “In the name of Jesus we ask that the Holy Spirit will comfort your hearts and give you peace. Jesus bore your grief so you don’t have to. Jesus we thank you for removing the grief and healing the heart. Amen” (Isaiah 53:4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of Jesus we pray for all of our mothers on Mothers Day. May God our Father bless you and strengthen you and encourage you. May your eyes be opened that you and others may see that your price is far above rubies and may your children rise up and call you blessed. (Proverbs 31:10-31)”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-9193655824633804826?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/9193655824633804826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=9193655824633804826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/9193655824633804826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/9193655824633804826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-at-carols.html' title='Weekend at Carol&apos;s'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8027190429651952204</id><published>2009-05-02T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:11:00.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Aimee and Lexie Dancing</title><content type='html'>Aimee and Lexie Dancing- go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s733.photobucket.com/albums/ww338/histaiah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Zi6_0056.flv"&gt;http://s733.photobucket.com/albums/ww338/histaiah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Zi6_0056.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8027190429651952204?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8027190429651952204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8027190429651952204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8027190429651952204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8027190429651952204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2009/05/aimee-and-lexie-dancing.html' title='Aimee and Lexie Dancing'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-7463394206799340527</id><published>2009-05-02T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:39:19.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Typo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.levybaptist.com/"&gt;http://www.levybaptist.com/&lt;/a&gt; is our current church address.....Go check it out! My man is on there too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-7463394206799340527?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7463394206799340527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=7463394206799340527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7463394206799340527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7463394206799340527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2009/05/typo.html' title='Typo'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-6990479486530355553</id><published>2009-05-02T14:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:05:24.695-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah&apos;s Prayer'/><title type='text'>HP Virtual Weekend</title><content type='html'>So your missing the HP retreat (as i am....my first one ever to miss)?  Go join the fun here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://innerbeautygirlz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://innerbeautygirlz.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is HP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stands for Hannah's Prayer which is an infertility and loss board in which I serve on the Board of Directors. It it's the most amazing place to be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hannah.org/"&gt;http://www.hannah.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to Hannah's Prayer, offering Christian support for fertility challenges, including infertility or the death of a baby at any time from conception through early infancy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-6990479486530355553?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6990479486530355553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=6990479486530355553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6990479486530355553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6990479486530355553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2009/05/hp-virtual-weekend.html' title='HP Virtual Weekend'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-2793602816605816232</id><published>2009-04-29T20:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:06:07.510-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Aimee singing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="415" height="345" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-372de896195b022f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D372de896195b022f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329851314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D836DE453C7C3DFB74D08F54A38B73AC62610259C.6206E2852E4A45D6D2078F3DA70C80DA7B756D49%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D372de896195b022f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrXuxvCaDvEZLIrQ5fu3QKz5-I-U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="415" height="345" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D372de896195b022f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329851314%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D836DE453C7C3DFB74D08F54A38B73AC62610259C.6206E2852E4A45D6D2078F3DA70C80DA7B756D49%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D372de896195b022f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrXuxvCaDvEZLIrQ5fu3QKz5-I-U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Aimee singing Yakety Yak from her school performance that is tomorrow! I got a new camcorder so I can do videos of her growing up. Hopefully, this will be a way for our family and friends to keep up with our family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what has happened since the last post. We moved to Little Rock for D to take a job at Levy Baptist Church (&lt;a href="http://www.levybaptist.com/"&gt;www.levybaptist.com&lt;/a&gt;). Go check it out cause it's a wonderful site! We are enjoying the church fellowship and our new friends, Steven and Theresa (the pastor and his wife). We are going to be good buddies! (Hi Steven and Theresa).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nancy is coming to see me soon. She was in the last post in case you are wondering. I am also taking Aimee and going to Shreveport this weekend to see Carol and Lexie and my mom and dad. WHOO HOO, Family Reunion! I will also get a chance to see D's parents so all in all, we will have all the family covered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you have a blessed day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-2793602816605816232?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=372de896195b022f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2793602816605816232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=2793602816605816232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2793602816605816232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2793602816605816232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2009/04/aimee-singing.html' title='Aimee singing!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-3066476512520143633</id><published>2009-02-21T04:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T04:54:23.089-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SZ_c-sStyiI/AAAAAAAAATA/zVhEIUNBYng/s1600-h/020709_1256%5B02%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SZ_c-sStyiI/AAAAAAAAATA/zVhEIUNBYng/s320/020709_1256%5B02%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305201855665392162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SZ_c-mgzY3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ax9nn4sHfQo/s1600-h/020709_1256%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SZ_c-mgzY3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ax9nn4sHfQo/s320/020709_1256%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305201854113866610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SZ_c-UYmHQI/AAAAAAAAASw/u-w-vNDe9Bo/s1600-h/020709_1255%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SZ_c-UYmHQI/AAAAAAAAASw/u-w-vNDe9Bo/s320/020709_1255%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305201849247603970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SZ_c-YDBJnI/AAAAAAAAASo/sTlAdp0TI9o/s1600-h/020709_1255%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SZ_c-YDBJnI/AAAAAAAAASo/sTlAdp0TI9o/s320/020709_1255%5B00%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305201850230842994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SZ_c-Q5QsNI/AAAAAAAAASg/yujvO3sxodU/s1600-h/us+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SZ_c-Q5QsNI/AAAAAAAAASg/yujvO3sxodU/s320/us+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305201848310870226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you some recent pictures of my trip with my friend, Nancy. She is my friend from Florida and I just love her. She could pass as my sister (although she is the sister of my heart). We had such a good time just hamming it up for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving from Eldo to Little Rock! We are so very excited about this move...it will be good for our family. Darrell has taken a job as the Associate Pastor of Administration and Education at Levy Baptist Church. It's very exciting. We have met a large majority of the church family and its as if we are coming home which is always a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will covet your prayers for this move. It's always hard to move and Aimee will have to leave during the school year which we have not done before. I am already job searching so hopefully this will happen when we get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-3066476512520143633?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3066476512520143633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=3066476512520143633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3066476512520143633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3066476512520143633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SZ_c-sStyiI/AAAAAAAAATA/zVhEIUNBYng/s72-c/020709_1256%5B02%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5432889547068930480</id><published>2009-01-07T09:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:03:59.595-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>OK for Carol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SWTSNxFEhUI/AAAAAAAAASU/slHCLPkbmaE/s1600-h/PIC3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288582996394542402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SWTSNxFEhUI/AAAAAAAAASU/slHCLPkbmaE/s320/PIC3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SWTSNluXgtI/AAAAAAAAASM/eRZ4vSlSS8g/s1600-h/Girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288582993346527954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SWTSNluXgtI/AAAAAAAAASM/eRZ4vSlSS8g/s320/Girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st Annual Dean/Fulford WDW trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is for my sister Carol who is ALWAYS telling me to update my blog. I want to share someone very important to me....Natalee Alexis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the funniest picture of her dancing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NoRGB2WUNoo&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.thesullyfamily.blogspot.com/&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NoRGB2WUNoo&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.thesullyfamily.blogspot.com/&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5432889547068930480?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5432889547068930480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5432889547068930480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5432889547068930480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5432889547068930480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-for-carol.html' title='OK for Carol!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SWTSNxFEhUI/AAAAAAAAASU/slHCLPkbmaE/s72-c/PIC3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-1751682163608355601</id><published>2008-12-10T20:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:52:54.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mom Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMhuAtyFCrw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMhuAtyFCrw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am LOVING this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-1751682163608355601?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1751682163608355601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=1751682163608355601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1751682163608355601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1751682163608355601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/12/mom-song.html' title='The Mom Song'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5057729741906892417</id><published>2008-12-02T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:00:20.612-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Elf yourself....</title><content type='html'>Go check this out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/mcfteVBgndTPItLGmElH"&gt;http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/mcfteVBgndTPItLGmElH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5057729741906892417?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5057729741906892417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5057729741906892417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5057729741906892417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5057729741906892417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/12/elf-yourself.html' title='Elf yourself....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8175488829887503652</id><published>2008-11-24T08:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:06:06.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i know, i know.....</title><content type='html'>It's been FOREVER. We have been so crazy but i will do better at getting back to regularly scheduled posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8175488829887503652?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8175488829887503652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8175488829887503652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8175488829887503652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8175488829887503652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-i-know.html' title='i know, i know.....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8970798735184479709</id><published>2008-07-28T12:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:53:43.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii Fit Challenge'/><title type='text'>Betcha you were wondering...</title><content type='html'>Where the Wii Fit Challenge went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still doing it and it rocks!  I have not had the time to post to the blog everyday like I had hoped but all in all, it's been great. I have had such a great time with it.  I can tell a difference in my clothes and that makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the boxing game unlocked for the second time. I LOVE that game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8970798735184479709?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8970798735184479709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8970798735184479709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8970798735184479709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8970798735184479709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/07/betcha-you-were-wondering.html' title='Betcha you were wondering...'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-3452907430692538495</id><published>2008-07-24T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:22:41.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii Fit Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 3 &amp; 4</title><content type='html'>Just FYI I have been on the Wii Fit the last 2 days. I had a long post for yesterday that got deleted when I posted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home yesterday to find out that Aimee had deleted my Wii. So, I had to start all over. VERY frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-3452907430692538495?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3452907430692538495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=3452907430692538495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3452907430692538495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3452907430692538495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-3-4.html' title='Day 3 &amp; 4'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-2678905322559799424</id><published>2008-07-21T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:52:12.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii Fit Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>July 21 (Day 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit the gym today in addition to doing the Wii Fit. I logged 33 minutes on the Wii Fit and 55 at the gym working on cardio and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yoga- Was able to unlock a new pose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cardio - Was able to unlock DELUXE Hula Hoop! It was harder because you had to do from right to left and then left to right. I can do right to left well but not left to right. I also did the step one there and it was fun. You have to get the hang of it but I liked it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strength Training - I only did the plank and the lunge. The plank was hard and I was feeling it a couple of hours later in my back. I am not sure I did it right. The lunge was easy cause I can do that stuff well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still have to work on my balance. I am "unbalanced"...in case YOU needed to know that. It said that I had lost 3 pounds and almost 2 points on my BMI so that was good. My Wii Age was up from 41 to 42. I am not sure what the Wii age is really for but oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drank lots of water and worked out a lot so I am feeling pretty good tonight. I like it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-2678905322559799424?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2678905322559799424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=2678905322559799424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2678905322559799424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2678905322559799424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-3168983407715568118</id><published>2008-07-20T19:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:20:24.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii Fit Challenge'/><title type='text'>Wii Fit Experiment - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We got a Wii today...and a Wii Fit! I am excited about this Wii fit. We just happened to get it because honestly, they are hard to find (if you don't know that). I called and the guy at Game Stop said that they had 1. I told him my name and that we were going to drive 30 minutes to come get it and to not sell it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there and get our stuff. While Darrell was purchasing the items, I played a little Guitar Hero which will be our second purchase I imagine. It was pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we get home, Darrell hooks this thing up and it's good to go. I pull out the Wii balance board which is this item here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225263817459579458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SIPdweFhOkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rkisfH0gbSU/s320/wiiboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wiki states that the Balance board is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;shaped like a household &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Weighing scale" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weighing_scale"&gt;&lt;em&gt;body scale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, with a plain white top and light grey bottom. It uses four AA batteries as a power source, which can power the board for about 60 hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wii_Balance_Board#cite_note-2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[3]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; The board is wireless and contains multiple pressure sensors that are used to measure the user's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Center of balance" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Center_of_balance"&gt;&lt;em&gt;center of balance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;—the location of the intersection between an imaginary line drawn vertically through the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Center of mass" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Center_of_mass"&gt;&lt;em&gt;center of mass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and the surface of the Balance Board—and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Body mass index" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Body_mass_index"&gt;&lt;em&gt;body mass index&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You first start by calculating your basic stats...height, birthday, age and then it figures out your weight and BMI and gives you a "Wii Fitness Age" based on your current age, weight and athletic ability. My age was...........40! What is up with that? I am pretty fit even though I am overweight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally was able to get started and the first thing I did was Yoga. This included Deep Breathing, Half -Moon, Warrior and Tree (which is the hardest for me since I dont' balance well). As you play more, you get to unlock more poses and things. I hula hooped, ran a short jog and did some balance stuff. I think I played for about 30 minutes before I had to go to church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided I would put my progress on our family blog since we have SOOO many readers (that is scarcism at it's finest). We are going on a family vaction in 48 days so I want to make sure that I have lost around 10-15 pounds before the vacation to Walt Disney World. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What does this entail you ask?Here are my goals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal: My goal is to see how much weight I can lose before our trip to WDW in 48 days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Process: I will attempt to use Wii Fit every day for a minimum of 30 minutes at least 5 days a week. The maximum time I will spend on it in one day is 60 minutes. During this time I will try to do several different exercises. (The reason that I say at least 5 days is because I will have to fight Darrell and Aimee for Wii time.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Habits: I will be starting my weight watchers again tomorrow. I find that I am much more successful with actually losing weight if I eat well along with exercising.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Additional Exercise: I will still go to the gym like I normally do. OK, stop with the wisecracks I know I have not been lately but heck, why not start again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recording: I will try to update this with the games that I do but probally not the "specific" time because that is too much for me to keep up with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 1 (July 20)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yoga - Man this was hard. I have horrible posture and I found that a lot of the poses were hard to do but I dont' think I did that badly. I already feel sore 2 hours from now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balance - I was HORRIBLE on this one. I could hardly to it at all. I have NO balance and did not need a wii to tell me that. I will continue to work on it though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cardio - I liked this one. It had a hula hoop game which is shown below. Basically you hula hooped and the more hoops you caught, the better your score was. My first score was 129 and the second time was 173! It was fun but I am sure I looked stupid. There was also a soccer game that I did but it was pretty hard. OH, you can also run on the Wii Fit and I did a short 5 minute run.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225269832206759138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SIPjOkw_tOI/AAAAAAAAANE/KIsKyo5nZjo/s320/2535137741_9b894518f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked over the Strength Training but did not have time to do it. I will look at it tomorrow I suppose. I guess I will try to get up before work and do some of this stuff since I am sure that Darrell will want to play football all the time on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-3168983407715568118?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3168983407715568118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=3168983407715568118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3168983407715568118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3168983407715568118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/07/wii-fit-experiment-day-1.html' title='Wii Fit Experiment - Day 1'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SIPdweFhOkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rkisfH0gbSU/s72-c/wiiboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-6324027942817483611</id><published>2008-07-14T21:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:39:27.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Family time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SHwRSjDPDbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UHSR8SkNMEM/s1600-h/Pics+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223068678187060658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SHwRSjDPDbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UHSR8SkNMEM/s320/Pics+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this is one of my most favorite pictures of the weekend...Isn't that just the most precious thing ever????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SHwRS-TRLmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KgGIm1Evq4E/s1600-h/Pics+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223068685502066274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SHwRS-TRLmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KgGIm1Evq4E/s320/Pics+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aimee is like "sit here Lexie bug". She looks like a little dolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SHwRTTvz4_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/T_vGUMmrTeU/s1600-h/Pics+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223068691258926066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SHwRTTvz4_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/T_vGUMmrTeU/s320/Pics+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I just LOVE this picture...Everyone always kisses on the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time with my sister this weekend. We took lots of pics and videos. It never ceases to amaze me what a great time I have with my sister. We laughed so much that I gave myself a headache.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-6324027942817483611?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6324027942817483611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=6324027942817483611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6324027942817483611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6324027942817483611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-time.html' title='Family time....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SHwRSjDPDbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UHSR8SkNMEM/s72-c/Pics+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-7319005612767390671</id><published>2008-07-08T19:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:59:22.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><title type='text'>NKOTB</title><content type='html'>Now, when I was a teenager, I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED NKOTB who were then known as New Kids On The Block. They are no longer kids but man, they are still pretty hot. This is the article that was on MSNBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/24583744/"&gt;http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/24583744/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, is it crazy to say that I um, want to go to one of their concerts?  Would it be crazy to say that there are about 4 others that want to go with me to said concert?  PITIFUL...but I so want to go.  For now I will just hang out listening to their new song that I bought on itunes and be a nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-7319005612767390671?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7319005612767390671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=7319005612767390671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7319005612767390671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7319005612767390671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/07/nkotb.html' title='NKOTB'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4527584933378734387</id><published>2008-06-23T15:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:45:06.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just because I am bored:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I got my hair cut off this weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's shorter than normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My child wants to go swimming tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Her daddy told her she could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mommy also has to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't like swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I do like my new swim suit though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I started my diet again today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, don't give me sugar cause I can't eat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am ready to go to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's still early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have too cook tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4527584933378734387?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4527584933378734387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4527584933378734387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4527584933378734387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4527584933378734387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-1.html' title='Random #1'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-2305059044808777399</id><published>2008-06-19T20:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:10:36.947-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>What a helper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SFsDeQ5GXeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9mQFyng6h7A/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213764812076899810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SFsDeQ5GXeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9mQFyng6h7A/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SFsDeys2DEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nPbYoQAPnJw/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213764821152304194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SFsDeys2DEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nPbYoQAPnJw/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aimee is such a good helper. She helped us in the flowerbed a couple of weeks ago. I am just now getting this updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Summer is goign well. She is doing so well here at the house with her sitter. She LOVES Shelby, her sitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, that is all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-2305059044808777399?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2305059044808777399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=2305059044808777399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2305059044808777399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2305059044808777399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-helper.html' title='What a helper!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/SFsDeQ5GXeI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9mQFyng6h7A/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4193117563160018971</id><published>2008-06-03T13:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:05:06.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Summer has begun....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have been so lame in updating this.  Does it help to say that we are just so busy???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;School is out!!!  Our baby is now in first grade.  Does that make her still a baby or a big girl now?  She will always be my baby. She was picking on her Daddy the other day and I just started laughing cause she said "it's ok Daddy, I was just aggrivating you".  We got the biggest chuckle out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are waiting to get some test results on her back from a school that we took her to. Aimee has always been a very high maint child. We had struggled for a while on if we wanted to get a psychological on her to see what we are dealing with.  We finally did and let's just say....she is smart.  Her IQ is around 127-151 depending on the test. Her teacher recommended that she needs to be in the GT program so we are persuing that. Actually her testing for that starts next week.  So, we are really working on how we need to parent her.  We don't want to quench her spirit but we do want to make sure that she is behaving the way that God desires her to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We have a teenage girl that is going to keep her over the summer. We had put her in a local day care but they put her in a 4 year old class for some reason.  Anyway, we decided that was not going to work for us or her.  This is a much better fit for our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As far as D, he is normally at the ball park!  He is umping and enjoying it so much. He was unable to do this in Tyler as it is considered a "part time job" and he was unable to have one there per the pastor of the church.  He is really good at it.  Matter of fact, we do a youth/adult softball game 1 time a month during the summer and he called a strike on me....ME!  His wife, the love of his life.  Can't ever say he is not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For me, work keeps me busy. I do enjoy my job and getting to play with the children and feel like I have made a difference in their lives.  It's time consuming but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are telling a group of students good bye this fall. I have never been as sad to see a group graduate as I am with this group. I love these students and this group has just loved all over us and showed us what student ministry is.  I am going to miss my girls.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4193117563160018971?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4193117563160018971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4193117563160018971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4193117563160018971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4193117563160018971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-has-begun.html' title='Summer has begun....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4801292946517104845</id><published>2008-05-19T18:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:38:47.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>My baby is growing UP</title><content type='html'>We have 1 week of school left. I am so sad to think that the first year went by so quickly. It's neat to see how my baby has grown and how much she has learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4801292946517104845?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4801292946517104845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4801292946517104845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4801292946517104845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4801292946517104845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-baby-is-growing-up.html' title='My baby is growing UP'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-2055438526827093143</id><published>2008-05-09T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:54:04.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>A Mother's Day Prayer for You on Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;…For the married women who desire to have children and cannot. Also, for the single women who desire children yet are getting weary waiting on a spouse. God understands your situation and we care. “In the name of Jesus, we ask that the Holy Spirit will comfort your heart and give you peace and that our Father God would grant you your petition. Amen.” (1 Samuel 1:2-17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;For the single mom. God understands your challenge and we care. “In the name of Jesus, we ask that the grace of God will sustain you, the wisdom of God lead you, the love of God encompass you, and the provisions of God overtake you. Amen.” (Philipians 4:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;For the moms with a child who has chosen a destructive lifestyle and is in a physical or spiritual prison. God understands your concern and we care. “In the name of Jesus, we ask that the Holy Spirit would convict them of sin. We ask for the perfect laborers to cross their path. We thank God for their salvation, deliverance and restoration. Amen.” (Proverbs 11:21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;For all the moms who experience grief on Mothers Day because of miscarriage, stillbirth, abortion, or a childs death outside the womb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;For all those men and women who experience grief on Mothers Day because of the loss of their mom. God understands and we care. “In the name of Jesus we ask that the Holy Spirit will comfort your hearts and give you peace. Jesus bore your grief so you don’t have to. Jesus we thank you for removing the grief and healing the heart. Amen” (Isaiah 53:4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;In the name of Jesus we pray for all of our mothers on Mothers Day. May God our Father bless you and strengthen you and encourage you. May your eyes be opened that you and others may see that your price is far above rubies and may your children rise up and call you blessed. (Proverbs 31:10-31)”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-2055438526827093143?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2055438526827093143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=2055438526827093143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2055438526827093143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2055438526827093143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-prayer-for-you-on-mothers.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Day Prayer for You on Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-957784368929764697</id><published>2008-05-05T08:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:31:29.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Aimee lost a tooth yesterday at Ryan's.  We put it under the pillow and guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MOMMA forgot!  I felt HORRIBLE but I just plain forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, I told her that the tooth fairy doesn't work on Sunday's because it's a day of rest.  I mean, what else could I say? I don't want to spoil it for her at this age.  And technically, the tooth fairy (which is ME) doesn't work on Sundays!  So, no lies there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I did call my friend who works at the dentist office and told her about the situation. Aimee has to go get her teeth cleaned today so she is going to stick to the story if it is mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So FYI, OUR tooth fairy does not work on Sundays!  Other days, she does.....I have GOT to remember that tooth tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-957784368929764697?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/957784368929764697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=957784368929764697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/957784368929764697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/957784368929764697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/05/tooth-fairy.html' title='Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4055167618649951842</id><published>2008-04-30T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:02:29.933-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>She won!</title><content type='html'>Our sweet little Aimee came home today with a gift certificate for $10. It appears that she has won 3rd place in the school art show. All the K-4th classes had 2 kids that were picked to submit their drawings. In the K dept, she won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go AIMEE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4055167618649951842?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4055167618649951842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4055167618649951842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4055167618649951842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4055167618649951842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/04/she-won.html' title='She won!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8795139834939759289</id><published>2008-04-15T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:17:36.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's</title><content type='html'>A - Age you got your first kiss: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Band listening to right now: Well does "Wicked: The Broadway Musical" count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Crush: Darrell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's name: Can't put that. My dad does not like everyone to know his name.  What if someone googled him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest person to talk to: Several, Carol, DeAnna, Nancy (of course this goes without saying that D is always number one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite bands at the moment: Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy worms or gummy bears?: Sour patch Watermelon thingies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown: West Monroe, LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments: Piano and flute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- Junior High: West Monroe junior high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: One....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest car ride ever: Orlando, FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's name: See Dad's comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- One wish: to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobia[s]: non really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote: "I can do all things thorough Christ who strengthen's me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile: grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Song you sang last: Popular (off Wicked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you woke up [today]: 4:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact about me: I am hyper...most people don't know that....LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate: cauliflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit(s): people who pick their nose and don't wipe their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: oh man, way to many to count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food: anything mexican food in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign: Capricorn I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8795139834939759289?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8795139834939759289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8795139834939759289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8795139834939759289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8795139834939759289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/04/abcs.html' title='ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-7164818725216685267</id><published>2008-03-27T13:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:10:31.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Letter/Sound Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;These are the directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Print the letter that represents the beginning sound for each picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a picture and they YOU write what the first sound is. Aimee wrote the word also (according to how she heard it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish - fish&lt;br /&gt;Ball - bol&lt;br /&gt;Dro - dro&lt;br /&gt;Watch - woch&lt;br /&gt;Bear - ber&lt;br /&gt;Kite - kit&lt;br /&gt;Crayon - caron&lt;br /&gt;Duck - duce&lt;br /&gt;Vase -vas&lt;br /&gt;Lips - lips&lt;br /&gt;Acorn-acorn&lt;br /&gt;Turtle - turtle&lt;br /&gt;Wig - wig&lt;br /&gt;Hat- hat&lt;br /&gt;Peanut - penat&lt;br /&gt;Star - sor&lt;br /&gt;Mouse - mas&lt;br /&gt;Pear- per&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella - umbrella (she HAD to have help with this!)&lt;br /&gt;Gate - gat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the work she is doing. The last sentence she wrote was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I lic (like) my bune, mom, dad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just love this little girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-7164818725216685267?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7164818725216685267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=7164818725216685267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7164818725216685267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7164818725216685267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/lettersound-relationships.html' title='Letter/Sound Relationships'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-7685299129520215652</id><published>2008-03-16T16:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:41:00.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Bunnies do not like baths...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We took Oreo outside yesterday. She really enjoyed going outside. She didn't know at first what outside was but then when she found out, she loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R92TMe7ojcI/AAAAAAAAALY/uMt6jY4BEKA/s1600-h/oreo+pics+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178456989216837058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R92TMe7ojcI/AAAAAAAAALY/uMt6jY4BEKA/s320/oreo+pics+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, I decided to give her a bath. I realized that bunnies do not like baths....Here are some pictures for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R92TM-7ojdI/AAAAAAAAALg/Z9r1lCmzu0I/s1600-h/oreo+pics+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178456997806771666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R92TM-7ojdI/AAAAAAAAALg/Z9r1lCmzu0I/s320/oreo+pics+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's like she is thinking.....this is SOOO embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R92TNO7ojeI/AAAAAAAAALo/2B_EO3HDEM4/s1600-h/oreo+pics+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178457002101738978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R92TNO7ojeI/AAAAAAAAALo/2B_EO3HDEM4/s320/oreo+pics+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or "Do I look amused wrapped up in a towel?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R92TNe7ojfI/AAAAAAAAALw/LF58GNDL6Co/s1600-h/oreo+pics+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178457006396706290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R92TNe7ojfI/AAAAAAAAALw/LF58GNDL6Co/s320/oreo+pics+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I put her down, off she ran....or rather hopped.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R92TNu7ojgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2rfOsRopdtg/s1600-h/oreo+pics+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178457010691673602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R92TNu7ojgI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2rfOsRopdtg/s320/oreo+pics+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our own personal Easter bunny picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-7685299129520215652?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7685299129520215652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=7685299129520215652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7685299129520215652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7685299129520215652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/bunnies-do-not-like-baths.html' title='Bunnies do not like baths...'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R92TMe7ojcI/AAAAAAAAALY/uMt6jY4BEKA/s72-c/oreo+pics+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4333075632397306182</id><published>2008-03-12T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:22:40.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aimee</title><content type='html'>Oreo - our new rabbit!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9iPye7ojbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6ndz47IXXlY/s1600-h/Oreo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177045869121801650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9iPye7ojbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6ndz47IXXlY/s320/Oreo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Darrell and Sissy!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9iOR-7ojXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/COE4Oj2jIcw/s1600-h/Aimee+6th+Birthday+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177044211264425330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9iOR-7ojXI/AAAAAAAAAKw/COE4Oj2jIcw/s320/Aimee+6th+Birthday+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Renee and DeAnna - this is one of my closest friends from work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9iOSe7ojYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/faPUF_rlAuI/s1600-h/Renee+%26+DeAnna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177044219854359938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9iOSe7ojYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/faPUF_rlAuI/s320/Renee+%26+DeAnna.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol and Sissy!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9iOS-7ojZI/AAAAAAAAALA/XqUcM58u6Gc/s1600-h/Carol+and+Sissy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177044228444294546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9iOS-7ojZI/AAAAAAAAALA/XqUcM58u6Gc/s320/Carol+and+Sissy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Nea and Sissy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9iOTu7ojaI/AAAAAAAAALI/rnPXCqoKGbk/s1600-h/Aunt+Nea+and+Sissy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177044241329196450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9iOTu7ojaI/AAAAAAAAALI/rnPXCqoKGbk/s320/Aunt+Nea+and+Sissy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today our baby turned 6! I can't believe she is that old. That she is now a big girl with her own thoughts and opinions. That she is able to read. That she is able to go to the bathroom on her own, fix her breakfast and play on her computer. She got 2 big presents today. Her first pet "Oreo". He is a mini flop rabbit. Darrell asked her if she was excited and she said "Daddy, I am so excited that I don't even have words". So sweet! The second gift was a big girl bike. Of course, Cinderella and the princesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4333075632397306182?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4333075632397306182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4333075632397306182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4333075632397306182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4333075632397306182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-aimee.html' title='Happy Birthday Aimee'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9iPye7ojbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6ndz47IXXlY/s72-c/Oreo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-2248980926570083264</id><published>2008-03-07T19:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:12:40.418-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Snow day part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Hxu-7ojSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pXytR8QiGhQ/s1600-h/Snow+Day+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175183236294806818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Hxu-7ojSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pXytR8QiGhQ/s320/Snow+Day+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Hxv-7ojTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gOpc28XrF90/s1600-h/Snow+Day+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175183253474676018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Hxv-7ojTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gOpc28XrF90/s320/Snow+Day+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Hxw-7ojUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/r_4sJwDrfQ0/s1600-h/Snow+Day+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175183270654545218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Hxw-7ojUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/r_4sJwDrfQ0/s320/Snow+Day+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Hxxu7ojVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Db9VxDIwXhA/s1600-h/Snow+Day+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175183283539447122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Hxxu7ojVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Db9VxDIwXhA/s320/Snow+Day+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Hxye7ojWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bWCmshVbLww/s1600-h/Snow+Day+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175183296424349026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Hxye7ojWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bWCmshVbLww/s320/Snow+Day+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are MORE snow pictures. We have had such a fun time with this snow. We had several snow ball fights and were just covered in snow. Enjoy the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-2248980926570083264?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2248980926570083264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=2248980926570083264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2248980926570083264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2248980926570083264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow-day-part-2.html' title='Snow day part 2'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Hxu-7ojSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pXytR8QiGhQ/s72-c/Snow+Day+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8189575502610664827</id><published>2008-03-07T14:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T14:41:13.213-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Gnyu7ojOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WdPibi_aOew/s1600-h/Green+Eggs+-+Snow+day+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175101936858860770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Gnyu7ojOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WdPibi_aOew/s320/Green+Eggs+-+Snow+day+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aimee jus hanging out in the snow waiting for Momma to get home to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Gnze7ojPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Jq61C4lKef8/s1600-h/Green+Eggs+-+Snow+day+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175101949743762674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Gnze7ojPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Jq61C4lKef8/s320/Green+Eggs+-+Snow+day+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha Renee, I am so going to get you with this snowball!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Gn0O7ojQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hfI2TTirZOw/s1600-h/Green+Eggs+-+Snow+day+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175101962628664578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Gn0O7ojQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hfI2TTirZOw/s320/Green+Eggs+-+Snow+day+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darrell and Aimee built a snowman. I know, it's a little pitiful. It's an apple slice for a mouth, a string cheese stick for a nose and Hershey kisses for eyes. Hey, it's an ORIGINAL Dean snowman!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Gn0u7ojRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UKuh_fQwwkg/s1600-h/Green+Eggs+-+Snow+day+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175101971218599186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Gn0u7ojRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UKuh_fQwwkg/s320/Green+Eggs+-+Snow+day+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snowball fight! This was the funnest part of the whole day. Getting to run around in the yard playing with the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's SNOWING here! We never get snow in Southeast Arkansas. Growing up in Northeast LA, I can only remember snow 2 times in WM. It's quite a downpour here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also Aimee's birthday party weekend! Whoot-hoot! She was so excited about the snow and said "this is the best day of my life". Man, we need to take the child to Colorado or someplace that has lots of snow. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy the pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8189575502610664827?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8189575502610664827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8189575502610664827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8189575502610664827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8189575502610664827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9Gnyu7ojOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/WdPibi_aOew/s72-c/Green+Eggs+-+Snow+day+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5119048682659149821</id><published>2008-03-06T22:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:12:31.199-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Razorbacks'/><title type='text'>Just killing time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9C_9h6-SiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kmng-bv8FdU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174847035647347234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9C_9h6-SiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kmng-bv8FdU/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late tonight but I wanted to update a moment. This is our family in our Razorback attire! GO HOGS!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9C_-B6-SjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Tl5z1XLxo_Y/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174847044237281842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9C_-B6-SjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Tl5z1XLxo_Y/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5119048682659149821?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5119048682659149821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5119048682659149821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5119048682659149821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5119048682659149821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-killing-time.html' title='Just killing time....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R9C_9h6-SiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kmng-bv8FdU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5647152596415143850</id><published>2008-03-05T15:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:16:45.024-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>What a Bittersweet time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aimee will be 6 in a few weeks. I approach this day with excitement and sadness. It's so amazing to see the baby that I carried in my womb for 9 months, become such a grown up little girl...or should I say "big girl". She is just the delight of my life. I look at this child and I can't imagine loving someone as much as I love her. Do I get annoyed with her at times? YES. But then at night, when I tuck her in I get "one more kiss mommy", "one more hug mommy", "I love you the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mostest&lt;/span&gt; mommy". There were days that I thought that I would never be called a mommy and now, I get to hear it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having her 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; party this weekend. Our house is going to be crammed with family so we decided to have an extended family birthday party at the church after her "friends" birthday party. She wants for dinner.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;! We NEVER eat fried chicken but she wants chicken and macaroni and cheese. Oh, and more cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants a bike for her birthday. I am not 100% sure where she is going to ride it but she wants one. She outgrew her other one so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; will get her one. Man, a party and a bike is expensive. She's worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family wise, things are going well for Darrell and I. We are working on a good working family schedule where we can work out on opposite days or only have to cook on the days that we don't work out. There just don't seem to be enough days in the week. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; though with him helping out with cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umpiring is about to start so he will be at the ball park during the weekends. Guess I will have to run the road to Shreveport! Carol, I am coming to see Lexie all the time. Aimee is playing tee ball with her friends Lexi. I work with Lexi's mother (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DeAnna&lt;/span&gt;) and so the girls have gotten to be good friends as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DeAnna&lt;/span&gt; and I have gotten to be friends. I am thankful for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DeAnna&lt;/span&gt;. She is just someone who is just like me and gets along with my family so well. Helps to have a "non-ministry" friend that I can talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much else to say. I will have birthday party pictures later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5647152596415143850?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5647152596415143850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5647152596415143850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5647152596415143850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5647152596415143850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-bittersweet-time.html' title='What a Bittersweet time....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8050515272961690797</id><published>2008-02-28T20:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:29:52.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so tired.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This has been a long emotionally draining working week. I am glad it's Friday. I don't think that we have that much going on this weekend but Darrell is taking me tomorrow to the movies. I am so glad! We never go to the movies. I wish we were going to Disneyworld or on a cruise but man, I'll settle for the movies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I had more to say but now I don't remember what it is. I can post some pictures though instead. This is where I wish I was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R8dt3KyVAaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8UQHeVB7uIs/s1600-h/Cute+Couple!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172223491613983138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R8dt3KyVAaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8UQHeVB7uIs/s320/Cute+Couple!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R8dt3qyVAbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zIFNGVqpjdY/s1600-h/Our+ship.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172223500203917746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R8dt3qyVAbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zIFNGVqpjdY/s320/Our+ship.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8050515272961690797?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8050515272961690797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8050515272961690797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8050515272961690797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8050515272961690797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m so tired.....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R8dt3KyVAaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8UQHeVB7uIs/s72-c/Cute+Couple!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4995838233086327760</id><published>2008-02-27T08:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T08:13:18.059-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight loss'/><title type='text'>Just a whiney post....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I did a "prelim" weigh in today because my first official day is not until tomorrow. It looks that I kinda stayed the same. That is a bummer because I have been taking my Alli faithfully. My clothes fit MUCH different so I know that I am losing but it's still depressing to not see that number not move down. I know though that I can do this and I am determined to get back down to what I was before my surgery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Here are the reasons why I might not have lost this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Last week was water weight and I always lose a ton of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. My sodium might have been higher this week. I still eat a lot of lean cusiene's and they have a lot of sodium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. I ate chocolate. When we go to my in laws, I eat chocolate. I honestly do not understand how they can keep chocolate around and not eat it like crazy but they have amazing will power. I don't. So, no chocolate this week......going to be hard since it's Mini Egg time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;4. Not eating enough calories or fat. I have been sick this week and did not eawt enough calories. It's a fine line between eating enough to lose and not send your body into starvation mode OR eating too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;5. Not enough exercise. It's a given fact that if I am not working out at the gym, I am not going to lose. I went this week but we had a funeral over the weekend and then I got sick again so I have had to do lower cardio/weights on different days rather than both on the same day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, committment for this week, 1 day early:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. Limit myself to 1 diet soda per day. (Still trying to wean off).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. No chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Journal - I have got to get better at this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;4. Eat fruit with every meal or between meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Other than that, I'm tired. I want to go back to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4995838233086327760?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4995838233086327760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4995838233086327760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4995838233086327760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4995838233086327760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-whiney-post.html' title='Just a whiney post....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8032503702972289875</id><published>2008-02-25T21:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T08:22:13.577-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Just a little update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, we are not doing much around here. Darrell just told me that we are getting a new chinese resturant in our shopping center. I don't know why it's something that he is telling me because I can't eat it....want to know why???? (I'm gonna tell you anyway!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been taking the Alli pill. Whoo-hoo. It really works. I am already down 4 pounds and it's only been one week. Can we say that is A-W-E-S-O-M-E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My MIL is about to have knee surgery. I am hoping this will give her some relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We could use a vacation. I am tired. Physically, I feel better than I had iin a long time but I could just use a vacation. Darrell wants Eggs Benedict that he can only get on a cruise ship (cause I can't make it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, enough rambling...I'm off to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8032503702972289875?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8032503702972289875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8032503702972289875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8032503702972289875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8032503702972289875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-little-update.html' title='Just a little update'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5527063317233964916</id><published>2008-02-10T16:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T08:22:29.760-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R6-A8S31OUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QvkZ75LrlIA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165489070963767618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R6-A8S31OUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QvkZ75LrlIA/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R6-A9C31OVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/g7fOc2eJR28/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165489083848669522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R6-A9C31OVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/g7fOc2eJR28/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R6-A9i31OWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6Y-ZKwNY7No/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165489092438604130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R6-A9i31OWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6Y-ZKwNY7No/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A little early! We went today to the Dollar Store to get stuff for Aimee's class. I should have gotten it last week as there was nothing left except pencils (which we purchased). Pencils, pencils and more pencils. I think this is the standard class accessory as we have TONS in our cabinet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let's see, saw the CPA this weekend...we don't have to pay. That's always nice. Saw my dad and went to the Biedenharn gardens with him and my step mother. Aimee made a flower pot that was a kids activity and then we bough nickle cokes. That is so cool, bottled cokes for a nickle. They so lose money on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We saw Carol and Lexie last weekend. Here are some pictures of Aimee with her new cousin. When she saw her, Lexie was laying on the floor and she started stroking her head. Lexie just looked and looked at her. She is so sweet. I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta get to church!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5527063317233964916?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5527063317233964916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5527063317233964916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5527063317233964916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5527063317233964916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R6-A8S31OUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QvkZ75LrlIA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-1693470708121341519</id><published>2008-01-21T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:27:13.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MLK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know that I am so sorry about blogging...I try to update but I just don't have much to say.  I guess I am boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let's see what is going on.  Work is crazy.  I have to go to a training that every employee has to have. School is going well for Aimee.  She made AB honor roll.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OH.  I do have something. My husband had a 3 wheeler accident.  Some teenage boys were shooting on our family property while we were up there for the weekend.  He was trying to get away and hit a bump and went flying.  The officer said that the boys said that they were shooting at the ground but I think that they were trying to be funny and shot beside him.  All in all, it scared him (and with good reason).  When you hear a bullet go past your ears, you take off on what you have available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't have anything else to say I suppose.  Hope everyone is doing well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-1693470708121341519?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1693470708121341519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=1693470708121341519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1693470708121341519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1693470708121341519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/01/mlk.html' title='MLK'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-6085108633691401305</id><published>2008-01-08T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:35:26.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby is HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R4OIPdwmojI/AAAAAAAAAII/WtHINX9y0-I/s1600-h/l_cc604e4e34654709f12b80f8ea17d6da%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153112197909881394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R4OIPdwmojI/AAAAAAAAAII/WtHINX9y0-I/s320/l_cc604e4e34654709f12b80f8ea17d6da%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right after Lexie was first born!  She is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R4OIPdwmokI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tRR0ixh_WY8/s1600-h/m_4ff331a9df923e9ad2de13c241ed1aa0%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153112197909881410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R4OIPdwmokI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tRR0ixh_WY8/s320/m_4ff331a9df923e9ad2de13c241ed1aa0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R4OIPdwmolI/AAAAAAAAAIY/l-EGPGegQEw/s1600-h/m_24fda5af290c4c9468481d01d81c44de%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153112197909881426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R4OIPdwmolI/AAAAAAAAAIY/l-EGPGegQEw/s320/m_24fda5af290c4c9468481d01d81c44de%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have to say that so far, this is one of my most favorite pictures of Lexie.  She is just so small in this and is so cute on Daddy's pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R4OIPtwmomI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XbrReNZVVUk/s1600-h/m_590ecf58bdd23ac0a6fbcecc308a4e22%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153112202204848738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R4OIPtwmomI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XbrReNZVVUk/s320/m_590ecf58bdd23ac0a6fbcecc308a4e22%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the headband.  I used to put Aimee in these. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, as you can tell, Natalee Alexis was born.  We call her Lexie.  I have to say that as an aunt, I am in love.  I have always wondered how someone could love another child like their own and now I know.  I love Aimee so much but my heart also overflows with love for Lexie.  Carol lives about 2 hours from me so it's not to far but I am upset that we don't live closer (although Carol and Ryan are probally glad that we don't or I would be over there all the time). Carol and Ryan are such good parents and Lexie is such a good baby.  She is a good sleeper and nurser. She is such a precious baby. OK, Aunt Nea will stop gushing about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-6085108633691401305?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6085108633691401305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=6085108633691401305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6085108633691401305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6085108633691401305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-baby-is-here.html' title='Our Baby is HERE!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R4OIPdwmojI/AAAAAAAAAII/WtHINX9y0-I/s72-c/l_cc604e4e34654709f12b80f8ea17d6da%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-6750201473492593852</id><published>2008-01-02T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:12:52.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are in the Delivery room!</title><content type='html'>My sister Carol is going to have her baby today.  Right now she is about 6-7 cen dilated and Lexie is getting ready.  Carol is sleeping and has had her epidural.  Please pray for her safety and Lexie today if you see this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-6750201473492593852?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6750201473492593852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=6750201473492593852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6750201473492593852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6750201473492593852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-are-in-delivery-room.html' title='We are in the Delivery room!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5245498162569091586</id><published>2007-12-24T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:24:18.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from the Dean's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R2_qXNwmogI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mEnAS1J4bZE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147590583659176450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R2_qXNwmogI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mEnAS1J4bZE/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Gingerbread House that Momma and Aimee made.  It later on crashed to the ground....poor Gingerbread house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R2_qXdwmohI/AAAAAAAAAH4/649p475pF8U/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147590587954143762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R2_qXdwmohI/AAAAAAAAAH4/649p475pF8U/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Dean's standing in front of our small Christmas tree.  I did not feel like putting up the big tree this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R2_qXtwmoiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sdmpHWiM-Qs/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147590592249111074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R2_qXtwmoiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sdmpHWiM-Qs/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and Aimee wiht their Christmas dresses and Aimee's poinsetta that Ms. Jeanette from the church gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.  May you always remember WHY we have Christmas.  Because of Jesus.  Happy Birthday Jesus.  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Story&lt;br /&gt;As told by Matthew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about: His mother Mary was pledged to be married to Joseph, but before they came together, she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Because Joseph her husband was a righteous man and did not want to expose her to public disgrace, he had in mind to divorce her quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, "Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: "The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel"--which means, "God with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord had commanded him and took Mary home as his wife. But he had no union with her until she gave birth to a son. And he gave him the name Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, "Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star in the east and have come to worship him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When King Herod heard this he was disturbed, and all Jerusalem with him. When he had called together all the people's chief priests and teachers of the law, he asked them where the Christ was to be born. "In Bethlehem in Judea," they replied, "for this is what the prophet has written: "'But you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, are by no means least among the rulers of Judah; for out of you will come a ruler who will be the shepherd of my people Israel.'" Then Herod called the Magi secretly and found out from them the exact time the star had appeared. He sent them to Bethlehem and said, "Go and make a careful search for the child. As soon as you find him, report to me, so that I too may go and worship him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen in the east went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh. And having been warned in a dream not to go back to Herod, they returned to their country by another route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When they had gone, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream. "Get up," he said, "take the child and his mother and escape to Egypt. Stay there until I tell you, for Herod is going to search for the child to kill him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So he got up, took the child and his mother during the night and left for Egypt, where he stayed until the death of Herod. And so was fulfilled what the Lord had said through the prophet: "Out of Egypt I called my son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When Herod realized that he had been outwitted by the Magi, he was furious, and he gave orders to kill all the boys in Bethlehem and its vicinity who were two years old and under, in accordance with the time he had learned from the Magi. Then what was said through the prophet Jeremiah was fulfilled: "A voice is heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After Herod died, an angel of the Lord appeared in a dream to Joseph in Egypt and said, "Get up, take the child and his mother and go to the land of Israel, for those who were trying to take the child's life are dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So he got up, took the child and his mother and went to the land of Israel. But when he heard that Archelaus was reigning in Judea in place of his father Herod, he was afraid to go there. Having been warned in a dream, he withdrew to the district of Galilee, and he went and lived in a town called Nazareth. So was fulfilled what was said through the prophets: "He will be called a Nazarene."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        --Matthew 1:18 - 2:23 New International Version&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5245498162569091586?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5245498162569091586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5245498162569091586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5245498162569091586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5245498162569091586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-from-deans.html' title='Merry Christmas from the Dean&apos;s'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/R2_qXNwmogI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mEnAS1J4bZE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-7271223801911549642</id><published>2007-12-22T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T11:21:38.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister's blog</title><content type='html'>My sister has joined the blogging craze! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesullyfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thesullyfamily.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talks about her upcoming baby and pregnancy on this site.  She is so beautiful and I can't wait for Lexie to get here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-7271223801911549642?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7271223801911549642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=7271223801911549642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7271223801911549642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7271223801911549642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-sisters-blog.html' title='My sister&apos;s blog'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5644091340229384518</id><published>2007-12-20T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:00:31.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping....</title><content type='html'>Darrell called me today (or rather IMed me) and said that it was hard to wrap Christmas presents without any wrapping paper.  Uh-oh!  Guess I forgot about the wrapping paper.  I had to head to the Dollar store (because I am NOT braving Wal-Mart) and man, that store looked like a diaster had hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have to wrap presents.....want to know what I got the fam?  Well, I'm not telling!  D reads this blog (Hi D!) and Aimee....well, she can't read this but she CAN read!  Her teacher was right on the money. She said that she would be reading by December and she was! Go Aimee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a present today!  I got to leave work a little early.  That was NICE.  I have a new supervisor and she is so cool.  She knows I work hard so she cuts me a little slack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5644091340229384518?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5644091340229384518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5644091340229384518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5644091340229384518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5644091340229384518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/12/shopping.html' title='Shopping....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8146656180075763339</id><published>2007-12-13T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:20:16.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry it's been a while!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OK, several of you said or emailed about when I was going to update my blog.  I didn't know so many read this!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Life has been CRAZY (although we can probally ALL say this at this time of the year!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I went to the doctor yesterday and was released with NO restrictions!  It's wierd to think that I can do things that I haven't been able to do for months.  Can we say that Renee is happy about that????  One of my sweet friends bought me some B&amp;amp;BW's and the bubble bath that I had last night was to die for.  Well, not really because then I couldent' take any more baths! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Work has been so busy that I hardly sit down.  I have almost caught up in 2 weeks, 5 weeks of work.  It's been good though.  I forgot how much I miss being at work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Darrell and Aimee are doing well.  Aimee is READING!!!!  She brings home AR books and reads them to us.  It's neat to see that my only daughter has my love for reading.  She will curl up on the couch and read to us at night.  So far, we have heard "The Birthday Car" and "Three Little Pigs".  After she reads these 5 times, she goes to the library to take an AR test.  She and one other boy in her class are the only ones on this level so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In other news, my sister and BIL's baby should be here soon!!!  They are going to induce and I am pushing for MY birthday.  Natalee Alexis aka "Lexie" needs to get here.  I want to kiss on a little fat baby.  I just can't believe that my sister is having a baby.  I remember when she started kindergarden.....(I know Carol, I just can't help but post it). For that matter, I can't believe that I almost have a 6 YEAR OLD!!!!!!!!!!  Where did the time go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Other than that, it's Christmas parties, traveling, my birthday and then the New Year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, Happy Holidays to all and Merry Christmas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Renee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8146656180075763339?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8146656180075763339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8146656180075763339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8146656180075763339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8146656180075763339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/12/sorry-its-been-while.html' title='Sorry it&apos;s been a while!!!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-1192181635871829670</id><published>2007-11-27T14:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T14:01:49.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We got Elfed!</title><content type='html'>Check us out here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9616402013"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9616402013&lt;/a&gt;&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/6404721919136352851-1192181635871829670?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1192181635871829670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=1192181635871829670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1192181635871829670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1192181635871829670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-got-elfed.html' title='We got Elfed!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-301009879102808091</id><published>2007-11-19T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:24:01.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is what I am married for!</title><content type='html'>Well, not truly but it does help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am in here and was just starting to get some work done. I hear this commotion going on. We have 18 wheelers just rush through the main street all the time so I wasn't concerned.  I look out the window and I see this little Ford Ranger truck coming back into my yard.  I went outside and this flat bed trailer type thing in our side yard with all these hard rusted metal rods sticking out of the brick foundation of our house and close to where D parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally in shock now.  I  have NO idea what to do and D is not here.  So, I call him and tell him to come home.  See, I am a woman who knows how to handle these type things.....Call MY husband.  He asks me if it hit the gas and I said that I thought it might but I was not sure.  After he tells me to get out of the house, he tells me to call 911 and ask the fire dept to come out.&lt;br /&gt;By the time he got here we had 3 police officers, the electrical company and the fire chief and fire truck (complete with firemen in their getup). By the time it was all over you can add the electrician and the foundation person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My D came and took care of all the house stuff so I didn't have to.  What a sweet man!&lt;br /&gt;Now, we (or rather the church's insurance) have to get this house fixed.  I am thankful no one was hurt. And it looks like I get to get some new lighting for my yard since the pipe busted the other one out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-301009879102808091?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/301009879102808091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=301009879102808091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/301009879102808091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/301009879102808091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-this-is-what-i-am-married-for.html' title='Now this is what I am married for!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-6787747251088140557</id><published>2007-11-09T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:18:33.118-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infertility'/><title type='text'>Tommorow's a hard day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am going to host Carol's baby shower tomorrow. I approach this with a bittersweet approach. Happiness because that means that baby Lexie is almost here. Happiness because my sister, MY SISTER is a mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness is also present because I am not going to have any more babies myself. Thankfully my sweet sister has been telling the people that are coming to the shower what has been going on. Hopefully, I won't get the "when are you having more children" question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (the hostesses) got her a GOOD gift and I can't wait to give it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's 10:00 am and there is NOTHING on TV. I'm Fso bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to WM today and spend the night at my mother's house. Darrell said that he didn't think it was a good idea (which Carol agreed with). I never sleep well there and with my incision, he thought I needed to be at home in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that I will be able to go out to eat with Carol and her "entourage" after the shower. They are all going to Olive Garden. We were invited but I am not sure if we will be able to go since I get so tired and in pain so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, let's have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-6787747251088140557?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6787747251088140557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=6787747251088140557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6787747251088140557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6787747251088140557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/tommorows-hard-day.html' title='Tommorow&apos;s a hard day...'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-3531545135642005378</id><published>2007-11-08T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:19:04.944-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><title type='text'>Ready to update....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sorry for you that have been following my blog. I just have not felt like updating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I had my staples taken out on Tuesday. That was nice. They were starting to bother me. Darrell said that it was the coolest thing that he has ever seen. I am glad that I can give him a little humor out of this because I'm not laughing.....lol! The doctor stated that my scar looks great and he thinks that I am healing well. I have to go back after thanksgiving but he cleared me to drive next Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yesterday I have a little bit of fever and did not feel well at all. I am better now but it took a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have a huge scar that "I" think looks gross. Darrell said that it looks really good compared to how it looked when it was first done. I know that no one is going to see the scar but it bothers me that it's there. Oh well, at least all in all, I am going to feel MUCH better when this is all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-3531545135642005378?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3531545135642005378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=3531545135642005378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3531545135642005378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3531545135642005378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/ready-to-update.html' title='Ready to update....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4346052447659020543</id><published>2007-11-05T12:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:19:41.465-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><title type='text'>Sitting at home....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Doing nothing! Man, this being a lady of leisure is going to get old soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Today is a better day so far. I slept until 9 after waking up at 6. Carol went to get McD's before she left and we ate that. It made me nauseous though. I don't think my body can take the grease of McD's after my surgery. I think I will not be eating fast food for a while. This would be a good time to NOT eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I am really hoping that I can lose some weight while I am at the house. Right now it's fine because I am not hungry but I know that when I get bored, I eat. I am trying to keep only good foods in the house and eat fruit when I need a snack. I have lose some weight but that is due to the swelling that is finally going down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Let's see what else is going on. Aimee will be back home today. It's been a week since I spent any time with her. I am little nervous about this because Darrell has to take care of her and me. I know that I struggle to get her to school myself so this is going to be difficult for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I go back to the dr tomorrow to get my staples out. OUCH! I don't really remember them hurting with Aimee but that's been 5 years ago and my memory is not that good. I have some questions for him that I know I need to ask but it probally will not be a long visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Well, that's all for now. Pain is being managed and at this moment, I think I am going to make it. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4346052447659020543?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4346052447659020543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4346052447659020543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4346052447659020543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4346052447659020543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/sitting-at-home.html' title='Sitting at home....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-3876985890395568853</id><published>2007-11-04T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T09:29:11.738-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><title type='text'>Pain meds of choice.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Are NOT morphine!  They gave me morphine after my surgery.  I had heard that it had some itchy side effects but I was not prepared for the feelings that I had.  I woke up to feeling that bugs were all over my skin. I could not scratch my back or my legs.  I had to scratch and coulden't.  Darrell was so sweet and scratched until my skin was almost raw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped the pain medicine pretty quick but then the dr. came in the next day and said that he could give me a different medicine through my IV.  I told him that would be great.  That worked for the next 24ish hours but then my IV collapsed.  Since it took 3 times before they could get my IV in this was not possible.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When I first got to the hospital they attempted to start my IV.  It failed.  They started another one. It failed.  I went to surgery where she numbed my hand and then gave me a little IV (butterfly) which worked.  When I woke up I had an IV in both hands.  They were keeping one as an extra.  It ended up collapsing the next day and then it had to be taken out.  All in all, I finally was able to get rid of the IV's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So, lesson learned...Renee has jumpy veins (which I already knew).  FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today so far has been a little better.  I have been able to get up on my own from the bed and couch.  I pay for it later on but its nice to be able to get up on my own and do something for myself for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Carol is making chicken spaghetti today for lunch!  YUMMY!  I love chicken spaghetti. I am so glad that she came to hang out with me.  I have been sore and bored so she has been good to keep my mind off my pain.  Darrell is at church and me, I am just going to chill on the couch. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-3876985890395568853?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3876985890395568853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=3876985890395568853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3876985890395568853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3876985890395568853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/pain-meds-of-choice.html' title='Pain meds of choice.....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-3822199968141165245</id><published>2007-11-03T17:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:56:45.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><title type='text'>Oh. My. Goodness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think that if you can think of the worse pain in the world, it would be worse than this.  I am in so much pain. I can't walk without holding my belly but I can't touch my belly because of the incision.  Did I mention that I have 17 STAPLES in my body????  If I went through a metal detector then they would kick me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I cried this morning because I can't have any more children.  I knew that in my head but my heart is just finding this out.  I just hurt overall.  I want to go back to my normal way of life but what is that now a days?  I mean, I used to go to work, work out, cook dinner, hang out and now I can even hook my bra!!!  I don't like weakness and I AM weak.  I can't do anything.  Even going to get a drink of water is painful.  I can sit on the couch but getting up requires assistance.  I can go to the bathroom by myself, THANK you GOD!  That would be even more embarassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I don't have anything else to do other than post about my pain.  All I can say girls is that if someone suggest a hysterectomy and bladder sling.....RUN as FAST AS YOU CAN!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-3822199968141165245?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3822199968141165245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=3822199968141165245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3822199968141165245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3822199968141165245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh. My. Goodness.'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-7136412851342655406</id><published>2007-11-03T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T16:31:05.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><title type='text'>Flowers from the hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RyznM5TwBoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I0gM03Ss1to/s1600-h/Flowers+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128728284396258946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RyznM5TwBoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I0gM03Ss1to/s320/Flowers+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Ryzmg5TwBkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bGqe96g3_eo/s1600-h/Flowers+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128727528482014786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Ryzmg5TwBkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bGqe96g3_eo/s320/Flowers+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Ryzmh5TwBlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Oqo1W6d4qoU/s1600-h/Flowers+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128727545661883986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Ryzmh5TwBlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Oqo1W6d4qoU/s320/Flowers+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RyzmiJTwBmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l6PJgBF43GY/s1600-h/Flowers+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128727549956851298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RyzmiJTwBmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l6PJgBF43GY/s320/Flowers+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RyzmjZTwBnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TOCsZ9wV2qw/s1600-h/Flowers+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128727571431687794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RyzmjZTwBnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TOCsZ9wV2qw/s320/Flowers+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; These are the flowers from my surgery. The light pink roses are from Brittany who is one of our youth. The purple carnations are from the church staff.  The bright pink ones are from the McKinney's.  The wife just had this surgery about 3 months ago and was very supportive and informative for me.  There is a fall harvest of different flowers from my friend, Tangie, in Tyler.  She was unable to actually come up for the surgery but she is one of my biggest supporters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My friend DeAnna and her daughter Lexi gave me a wonderfal basket with a book, color pencils and color book (for Aimee), a candle and get this....a box of laxatives.  She said that her mom (who is an RN) said that I would need them. I haven't used them but still, very funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Greg and Ashley also came to see me and brought me a balloon and 2 of my favorite candybars, Carmello and Heath bars.  LOVED them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had lots of friends and family come and see me or helped with Aimee. Thanks for all  your support and love.  It's been a hard process and we could not do it without ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-7136412851342655406?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7136412851342655406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=7136412851342655406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7136412851342655406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7136412851342655406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/flowers-from-hospital.html' title='Flowers from the hospital'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RyznM5TwBoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I0gM03Ss1to/s72-c/Flowers+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5036657649575861094</id><published>2007-11-03T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:20:14.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><title type='text'>Renee - The "Cut" version</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, here is where I am going to post my updates and journal about what I am going through. I know eventuallly that the pain and memories will fade so I want to be able to keep track of what is going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Surgery was done on October 30th. They ended up taking all of my uterus and placing a sling around my bladder to keep it upright. That will control the leakage and more urgency that I have had in the past. They also found out that my left ovary had a substantial cyst on it and massive amounts of scar tissue so it was removed. The other ovary was fine. They then had to remove a large amout on scar tissue on my c-section scar. So all in all, I had 4 different procedues done. The cycst thing brings light to our ttc years. Hard to get pregnant when you are only using 1 tube/egg and the other does not work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How am I you ask? I hurt. I mean, really, really hurt. It's worse that the pain of childbirth because there was a reward there and it was not as invasive. My scar almost from hip to hip. I have 17 staples in my stomach. My stomach is so swollen that I can't feel anything from my belly button to my c section scar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It hurts to walk. I can't get comfortable in a chair on on a bed. I can't lift things. I can't get up quickly because of the dizziness. I am a little scared to use the restroom (you know, the back end) because I do remember having Aimee and it hurting when I was recovering. I can't imagine the pain that is going to occur. I have to take pain medicine because if I don't, I hurt so bad I want to scream. I mean S-C-R-E-A-M!!!! As in holler and yell until I feel some relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can't walk well and I have to hold my stomach and so I look like I am crazy. Not to mention that I can't walk fast so I look like a lumbering whale. I can't read or type long before my eyes go crossed because of all the pain meds I am on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know that after 6 weeks this is supposed to go away and I will feel like a better person but I can't imagine having a normal life ever again. I can't imagine giving myself a shower or bath, washing clothes, going to work or taking care of Aimee again by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Man, I am ready for this to be over. I don't like being dependent on others. I just hurt. period. plain and simple. P.A.I.N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5036657649575861094?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5036657649575861094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5036657649575861094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5036657649575861094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5036657649575861094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/11/renee-cut-version.html' title='Renee - The &quot;Cut&quot; version'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4670521446915918632</id><published>2007-10-29T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:20:00.405-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Cowgirl Aimee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RyZ4K5TwBiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GQAygDoSHig/s1600-h/Cowgirl+Aimee+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126917354385573410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RyZ4K5TwBiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GQAygDoSHig/s320/Cowgirl+Aimee+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RyZ4LZTwBjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6lGDQGLF22o/s1600-h/Cowgirl+Aimee+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126917362975508018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RyZ4LZTwBjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6lGDQGLF22o/s320/Cowgirl+Aimee+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here is Aimee's cowgirl attire for the "Hero's Unmasked" at church. It's very thrown together tonight since I have to go to the hospital and will not see her on Wed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4670521446915918632?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4670521446915918632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4670521446915918632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4670521446915918632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4670521446915918632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/cowgirl-aimee.html' title='Cowgirl Aimee'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RyZ4K5TwBiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GQAygDoSHig/s72-c/Cowgirl+Aimee+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-2041986863848132464</id><published>2007-10-26T18:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:20:27.753-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>She is a HOOT!!!</title><content type='html'>Aimee was going to dress up for the Fall Festival as some sort of fairy. It was what she was last year. Before you give me the "worst mother of the world" for making her dress up the same bear in mind that we moved so no one saw this coustume last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I will be in the hospital, she is going to the carnival with a friend from church. He is going to be a cowboy so we decided to go as a cowgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and got her a plaid shirt and boots. She had a skirt already and we cant' find a hat. Daddy though found her 2 cap guns. She is having a hootin hollering time with these...good cowboy talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept saying "putcha handsup" in one word. Darrell acted scared and she said "Daddy, I would never shoot my family". She CRACKS me up. She was so matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that girl of mine..............and her daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-2041986863848132464?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2041986863848132464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=2041986863848132464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2041986863848132464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2041986863848132464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/she-is-hoot.html' title='She is a HOOT!!!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5844676348649017767</id><published>2007-10-26T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:20:48.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On Tuesday when Renee dropped Aimee off at school she walked her in, as she always does, but found only book bags lining the hallways, no teachers and no kids. They began to walk around to try to find out what was going on. They found everyone outside, in a cold drizzle under umbrellas. One of the teachers greeted Aimee and told her to go find her class. Renee asked what is going on. She was told, we are having a special visit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATV Channel 7 News in Little Rock was flying "Chopper 7" their news helicopter along with Todd Yukobian, one the weather men, in to Yocum to talk with the kids. Last night they had a quick piece on the news about the visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when Aimee and I got to the office after school she said, "Daddy, we have got to go read Todd's blog! He is going to talk about us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Channel 7's website and followed the link to "Todd's Blog" and sure enough there was a post about Yocum and Aimee is in one of the pictures in the video. The link is posted below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://arkansasweather.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://arkansasweather.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day! -d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5844676348649017767?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5844676348649017767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5844676348649017767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5844676348649017767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5844676348649017767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-tuesday-when-renee-dropped-aimee-off.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5957445652325057692</id><published>2007-10-24T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:25:29.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>My favorite time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Is when we put Aimee to bed at night.  We do our quiet time and then she reads her books for a while.  Then, I go back to "tuck" her in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When she was a baby she loved being swaddled...I mean, LOVED it.  We did it forever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;In the movie "Hope Floats", the mom (Sandra Bullock) tucks Bernie (the daughter) in the bed after a bad day.  She makes her into a "buritto baby". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So, I make Aimee into a buritto baby.  She grabs her big baby and wraps her baby's arms around her neck and goes to sleep kissing her baby.  I wrap those sheets around her as tight as I can and give her kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Last night I said "don't give me any lip" cause she kept on talking. She puckered up her lips and it was one of the funniest things I have seen in a long time.  She is just so cute and precious.  It's hard to believe that she is in Kindergarden and is growing up.  I love to see her in her school clothes that make her look like a little teenager but it's hard for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;She also received her first report card.  All A's and S's except for Citizenship where she had a "C".  That is another name for Conduct and I can't believe she had a C...lol!  If you knew how much I talked and got in trouble at school, you would be falling out of your chair laughing right now due to my scarcism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway, have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5957445652325057692?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5957445652325057692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5957445652325057692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5957445652325057692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5957445652325057692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-favorite-time.html' title='My favorite time'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-391483194444079965</id><published>2007-10-22T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:21:32.520-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><title type='text'>Pre-registered</title><content type='html'>I had to go to the doctor and hospital today to pre-register for my wonderful surgery today.&lt;br /&gt;I get there and the waiting room is PACKED!!!!!! I go sit and I actually get to meet with the doctor (and there was NO exam...YEAH). He asked me if I had any questions and I had only one. I was concerned with pain and how I was going to feel afterward. One word..............MORPHINE! I have not ever had morphine but I will probally need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go to the hospital across the street. I wait again and I have to register and pay. My surgery cost there was $800! That's crazy. I hate paying that money. I know that it can't be done for free but still, that is a lot of money. I have to then go give blood, which was not too bad. She actually was able to stick me the frist time. I was pleased with that cause normally it takes forever for them to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am home until next tuesday when I have to be there at 5:30. That's early but I am glad I will be able to go first and get it over with. I am going to be glad when this is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband bought me a new game when we went to Monroe. It's the SIMS! Let me tell you something about the Sims, it stresses me out. I can't get them to do anything right. So, I gave it up. Darrell is now playing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-391483194444079965?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/391483194444079965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=391483194444079965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/391483194444079965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/391483194444079965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/pr-registered.html' title='Pre-registered'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5271886757325710922</id><published>2007-10-21T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:21:56.014-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Shopping Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RxuoGllEhgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/v40y2hzPzUo/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123873832184350210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="30" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RxuoGllEhgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/v40y2hzPzUo/s320/004.JPG" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RxuoHFlEhhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E1j2sP31lOU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123873840774284818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RxuoHFlEhhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E1j2sP31lOU/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RxuoHllEhiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jHe1ebgtIfo/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123873849364219426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RxuoHllEhiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jHe1ebgtIfo/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RxundFlEhfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/N3qWmU1XrPQ/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123873119219779058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RxundFlEhfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/N3qWmU1XrPQ/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We went to the farm to see Darrell's parents and help out there. We then went onto Monroe to go get some shopping done. I was so impressed with how much we found. We got the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3 pairs of jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1 pair of kakhi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2 long sleeve knit shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1 sparkly belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1 pair crocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1 pair sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then, I went to a store and found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1 pair of courdory kakhis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1 pullover sweatshirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1 diamond studded sweatshirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1 pair jean shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All in all, I was VERY pleased. I also got Carol's shower gift ate Maggie Moo's ice cream and IHOP's stuffed french toast (which is the BEST thing ever!) I love it. You used to could not be able to get it year round but now it's on the menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Enjoy the pictures! There is one that has her with our sparkly clear marbles that you put in the pumpkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I have my preop surgery appt tomorrow. I am ready to get this over with but nervous about the pain.&lt;/span&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/6404721919136352851-5271886757325710922?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5271886757325710922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5271886757325710922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5271886757325710922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5271886757325710922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/shopping-saturday.html' title='Shopping Saturday!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RxuoGllEhgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/v40y2hzPzUo/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-3770568887728097677</id><published>2007-10-11T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:50:05.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery date....</title><content type='html'>Well, I have a surgery date....finally.  It's October 30th.  Can you believe that it was the first appt. that they had?  Even though I hate to wait that long, I am glad to have it scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how am I doing?  I hurt.  My back constantly hurts.  I have pain medicine but I hesitate to take it because I don't want to always have to take it.  It makes it hard to get through work at times.  As soon as I get home, I am trying to get in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the waiting game....UGH. I am SOOOO ready for this to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-3770568887728097677?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3770568887728097677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=3770568887728097677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3770568887728097677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3770568887728097677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/surgery-date.html' title='Surgery date....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-6891668464652063101</id><published>2007-10-02T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:17:00.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, the update I didn't want to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am going to the doctor tomorrow.  Last week I was diagnosed with a prolapsed uterus.  Basically, this means that my uterus is falling.  Not fun for me.  I have an appointment with a consult gyn about a partial hysterectomy tomorrow.  I hate that it's going to happen however, I would like to have some relief.  We had to cancel our cruise and I don't have enough vacation and sick time but my supervisor was nice about it and said to do what I need to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Darrell on the other hand has been taking care of me.  Tonight he cooked dinner.  Spaghetti and meatballs.  They rocked.  He is a great cook and provider.  I am so blessed to have him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OK, enough for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-6891668464652063101?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6891668464652063101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=6891668464652063101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6891668464652063101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6891668464652063101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/10/update.html' title='Update...........'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5567099804566456467</id><published>2007-09-25T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:32:20.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Soccer Game</title><content type='html'>We have had this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; for a couple of years now and up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; tonight, Renee has done all the posting.  However, I just had to write a post tonight.  Tonight was Aimee's first soccer game.  If you know me at all you know that I LOVE sports so any kind of sports event and I am there.  Now we did t-ball in the spring, but there they don't even keep score, everyone bats and if you are out, well you get to stay one base anyway!  Way too much for the ole umpire (me) to handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight however, we finally got down and dirty with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aimsters&lt;/span&gt; first competition sport.  Let me start by saying, Aimee's team won 6-4!  Now to make the victory even more sweet, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;, which I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; you will see on ESPN playing in the 2019 Women's World Cup Soccer Championship, played most of the second, third, and fourth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;quarters&lt;/span&gt; at goalie and only allowed one (1), yes I said one goal, and that one wasn't her fault cause her coach was distracting her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there in my chair in a bag, I found my heart pounding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; the other team even crossed mid field with the ball.  My mind was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;racing&lt;/span&gt; with thoughts of don't let them score, not so much because I wanted Aimee's team to win, but more so because I didn't want to see my little girl fail.  As I sat there I found myself wondering, is this how our Heavenly Father is with us? Is He, like I was, constantly cheering us on, sometimes, wishing He could spring from His seat and dart on to the field to help save us from one ounce of pain?  I am thankful that I serve a God who cares for me.  A God who gives me free will to choose, who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cheers&lt;/span&gt; me on when I find success, and is there to comfort me when I fail.  Aren't you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final thought, when I was tucking Aimee in tonight I told her how proud of her I was for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to her coaches and playing a good game.  Her response, Well if you like I could give you my autograph!  You all might want to get in line, that 2019 Women's World Cup will be here before you know it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5567099804566456467?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5567099804566456467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5567099804566456467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5567099804566456467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5567099804566456467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-soccer-game.html' title='First Soccer Game'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-6917470216851749784</id><published>2007-09-20T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:56:33.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About my new job....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First of all, for those of you who do not know, on Wednesday, I accepted a new job at my company. I am going to be working as the LSW/CM for the children's program.  I am really excited about this as it's more social work rather than education.  Plus, I will be working with children from birth - 5 rather than adults.  Most of my employees were sad that I was leaving but glad for me to have this opportunity.  Some of them are not going to care and I am sure that are happy that I am leaving since I really raised the bar on their jobs.  Anyway, I am very excited about this. I am really going to miss my adult clients but I know that I will be able to see them though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-6917470216851749784?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6917470216851749784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=6917470216851749784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6917470216851749784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6917470216851749784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/09/about-my-new-job.html' title='About my new job....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8257376925173082893</id><published>2007-09-19T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:59:19.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>LSW test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I passed my LSW test.  I am now an offically licensed social worker!  Whoo-hoo!!!  It was the hardest test that I have ever taken.  I am glad that it is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I was able to spend some time with my sister Carol, when I went over to take the test.  Carol is about 5 months pregnant and is having a hard time.  She has had constant vertigo (dizziness) and possibly an ear infection.  She just feels pretty rotten.  She and Baby Lexie are doing well though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Other than this, this is all my news at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8257376925173082893?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8257376925173082893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8257376925173082893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8257376925173082893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8257376925173082893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/09/lsw-test.html' title='LSW test'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-409640303803422920</id><published>2007-09-15T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T17:32:43.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What did YOU do today???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuxbyPoR0jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ir7powojUuc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110560595905729074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuxbyPoR0jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ir7powojUuc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuxbyvoR0kI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pAHB9zfC82o/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110560604495663682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuxbyvoR0kI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pAHB9zfC82o/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Ruxby_oR0lI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Aw_CmCFV-ms/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110560608790630994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Ruxby_oR0lI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Aw_CmCFV-ms/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuxbzfoR0mI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VogfOkhNjig/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110560617380565602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuxbzfoR0mI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VogfOkhNjig/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Ruxbz_oR0nI/AAAAAAAAAGM/u1clc2LGWU4/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110560625970500210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Ruxbz_oR0nI/AAAAAAAAAGM/u1clc2LGWU4/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is what I did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Took Aimee to Ryan's to eat breakfast (I know, hard work there...). I have to say that they have a great buffet there on Saturday and Sunday mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart for groceries. NOW that is an accomplishment. It was already crowded by 9:00 and by the time we left, it was packed. We found a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comfortor&lt;/span&gt; on sale and we have been looking for a new one for Aimee so we got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Started cleaning the house. I find cleaning my house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;therapeudic&lt;/span&gt;. I enjoy seeing the chaos become orderly again. I love the fresh smell of a recently cleaned house. I crave a clean house all the time and every weekend, I get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baked 2 cakes and decorated them for the youth group Razorback game tonight. One is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;funfetti&lt;/span&gt; (white) which is most of their favorites and then one is a devils' food cake with milk chocolate icing.  I tried to do "GO HOGS" with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Twizzler's&lt;/span&gt; but it was a little more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; than expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Made lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More cleaning!  I did all that nasty deep down cleaning where you have to get on your hands and feet and scrub.  You can eat off the baseboards.  The only thing I did not do was move the furniture and clean behind it and clean the fans (because they were cooling the house down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the youth group is coming over....they have been playing flag football in the back yard.  So much for a clean house!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-409640303803422920?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/409640303803422920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=409640303803422920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/409640303803422920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/409640303803422920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-did-you-do-today.html' title='What did YOU do today???'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuxbyPoR0jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ir7powojUuc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-6132150348484172788</id><published>2007-09-12T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:01:23.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AWANA Winner!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuiLifoR0gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KRo4BMsYmjY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109487201974080002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuiLifoR0gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KRo4BMsYmjY/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuiLkvoR0hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/y0IermYtKMg/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109487240628785682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuiLkvoR0hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/y0IermYtKMg/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuiLlfoR0iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KjBqHttHJzk/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109487253513687586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuiLlfoR0iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KjBqHttHJzk/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is Aimee's first year in Sparks and today was the Grand Prix Derby. Over the weekend she made a rainbow General Lee and she won 3rd prize for most creative car. She was so excited and so were we. Her daddy is one of the BIGGEST Dukes fans I know and to have his little girl design a "General Lee" well, he was whooping it up with her. She received a tropy and a ribbon.  The ribbon was for racing her car and the trophy was for the creative car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The other are just some pictures we snapped before school. This is her new dress that she just loved from Old Navy. It's really a cute dress and is one that we can put a long sleeve shirt on under it for winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Speaking of, it was SOOO nice here today.  It was breezy and just nice.  I wished I could have been outside more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-6132150348484172788?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6132150348484172788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=6132150348484172788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6132150348484172788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6132150348484172788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/09/awana-winner.html' title='AWANA Winner!!!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RuiLifoR0gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KRo4BMsYmjY/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-11677102674083623</id><published>2007-09-12T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:59:40.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aimee funnies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last night we had Aimee's first parent teacher conference.  She is making straight A's except for her conduct class.  In that class we have an 89.  They start off with 100/A and then every time she gets into trouble, she loses 1-3 points (depending on the color). Her teacher said that this is what is going to keep her from getting on the Honor Roll or President's list.  So, we have to continue to work on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She is such a silly girl.  Arkansas has this law that states that you must have a Polio shot on or after your 4th birthday so she is short one shot.  I told her last night that she has to have one more shot or she can't go to school anymore and she looks at me, sighs and says............"I won't go to school anymore momma". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cracks me up.  She is a hoot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-11677102674083623?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/11677102674083623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=11677102674083623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/11677102674083623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/11677102674083623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/09/aimee-funnies.html' title='Aimee funnies....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4181900902202586794</id><published>2007-09-10T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:38:06.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The man you have been waiting for.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;There is a song called "When the Wind Blows" by Point of Grace.  I love this band even though they are a 90's band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anyway, it's talking about when Jesus comes back.  They have a line that says "this man that you have dreamed about is right before your eyes".  How amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's awe-inspiring to think that every single one of us, Christians or not, are going to stand before the our Heavenly Father.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Do we think about that every single day?  Do we think of that every single minute? Do we reflect Jesus in the people that we see daily?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I know that I don't always do that.  I get grouchy. I put myself first. I do what I want to do. I fall short of what Jesus would want me to do or the way that he would want me to act, daily.  I fall almost every minutes I suppose because I am human and I sin. I put myself first more that I put non-christians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then I hear this song and it reminds me that really, "I" don't matter in the long run.  What matters is that I make God proud of me.  That I show his love and devotion to others daily.  That I finish last because when I finish last in the world's view, I will finish first in HIS view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am going to rest in what I have to do...........and long for the day when I get to stand in front of my Jesus......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4181900902202586794?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4181900902202586794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4181900902202586794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4181900902202586794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4181900902202586794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/09/man-you-have-been-waiting-for.html' title='The man you have been waiting for.....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4069127314084964381</id><published>2007-09-09T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T13:05:38.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin at the farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We were going to go to Dallas this weekend with my sister.  Poor thing, she got sick to her stomach when she got about 1/2 way there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, my sweet husband decided to try and make it up to me and Aimee.  We went down to his parent's farm and decided to help them clean it up.  They just moved this mobile home down there but it really needed a lot of work as it was a fixer up.  They just got the air conditioner installed from air units to central air and so we didn't mind going over and helping since the air was fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We met them, cleaned, slept and then cleaned up some more.  It's going to be really nice once we get it all fixed up.  I am excited about going there more.  We can fish, ride 4 wheelers and just enjoy being in the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We got home and then we cleaned our house from top to bottom so all in all, a cleaning weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now I am making cupcakes for the youth who are coming over tomorrow night.  Milk chocolate with funfetti icing.  YUMMY!!! They still won't be as good as the ones my mother in law  makes.  She makes the BEST cakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4069127314084964381?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4069127314084964381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4069127314084964381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4069127314084964381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4069127314084964381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/09/workin-at-farm.html' title='Workin at the farm'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4059636456340404549</id><published>2007-09-05T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:40:27.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We have been concerned about Aimee at school.  She just cannot sit still or do what her teacher tells her to do.  Darrell and I felt that we might be looking at some ADHD but we honesty did not know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to McDonald's last night before the school thing and we ate with a friend of hers from preschool.  I was talking to his mother and she said that he was not doing well in school because he could not stop talking and sit still.  Made us feel good (not that he got in trouble but that we are not the only ones).  She stated that the teacher told her that they are really cracking down on them so they will learn what they must do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We then go to her class and I am talking to her teacher.  I asked her if she was concerned about ADHD and she says "NOT at all.  Aimee is just hard headed. She can do exactly what you ask if she wants to do it."  That made me feel even better. She said that we would keep an eye on her behaviors and then re-evaluate if needed in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, speaking of my baby, I gotta go get her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4059636456340404549?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4059636456340404549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4059636456340404549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4059636456340404549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4059636456340404549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/09/open-house.html' title='Open House'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-1674606195823143366</id><published>2007-09-04T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:41:36.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some pictures for you to enjoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rt2bWXziMkI/AAAAAAAAADs/OtSKDN3WJPE/s1600-h/Renee"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106408361157603906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rt2bWXziMkI/AAAAAAAAADs/OtSKDN3WJPE/s320/Renee%27s+photos+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rt2bW3ziMlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r4f44pO16cw/s1600-h/Renee"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106408369747538514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rt2bW3ziMlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r4f44pO16cw/s320/Renee%27s+photos+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rt2bXHziMmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zoocfTze82s/s1600-h/Renee"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106408374042505826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rt2bXHziMmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zoocfTze82s/s320/Renee%27s+photos+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rt2bXnziMnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vX3axbM3Kd8/s1600-h/Renee"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106408382632440434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rt2bXnziMnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vX3axbM3Kd8/s320/Renee%27s+photos+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rt2bX3ziMoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ipeVkWzE28E/s1600-h/Renee"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106408386927407746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rt2bX3ziMoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ipeVkWzE28E/s320/Renee%27s+photos+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The one in the princess crowns are Aimee and I taking pictures of each other before school. There is one in her new ballet flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the Hogs so there are also pictures of us in our Hog attire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6404721919136352851-1674606195823143366?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1674606195823143366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=1674606195823143366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1674606195823143366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1674606195823143366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-some-pictures-for-you-to-enjoy.html' title='Just some pictures for you to enjoy!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rt2bWXziMkI/AAAAAAAAADs/OtSKDN3WJPE/s72-c/Renee%27s+photos+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-6677801888886921464</id><published>2007-09-03T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T19:45:23.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;You know, I was kinda dreading the weekend but it was pretty good.  We went to the Smackover football game on Friday night. Now, let me tell you about Renee and football.  I don't like it at all!!!!  I went when I was in high school ONLY because I dated people in the band and I didn't have anything to do since they were at the game on Friday night.  I do like these student's though so I was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Saturday morning I got up and we went to pick my mom up from WM and bring her up here.  She so did not want to come.  She is such a homebody. Once she got here though, she had a great time.  We grilled out on Saturday and then just hung out at the house doing nothing but chatting.  It was a good time to visit with my mom.  We have such a complex relationship that it was nice to be able to visit and agree on things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sunday of course was church.  I had to leave worship because Aimee threw a fit during children's church but other than that, it was uneventful.  Our band praticed like crazy because we have to play next weekfor the evening worship service.  I am sorta excited.  I don't mind the singing but the playing the piano in front of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Monday we went back to WM to take my mom home.  First we hit Johnny's!  I am CONVINCED that in heaven there will be Johnny's hamburger and mushroom pizza and diet dr. pepper.  Darrell just rolled his eyes but still, it's what I think.  We hit the mall and then headed back to Eldo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The one thing that gets me is that WM is so hot and muggy.  It's wierd to think that I lived my whole life in WM and now when I get back, it's like instant sweat. It's hot here but man, it's not that muggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway, that's my labor day weekend....I wanted to buy a boat and go to the lake but that didn't get to happen! Next weekend....DALLAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-6677801888886921464?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6677801888886921464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=6677801888886921464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6677801888886921464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6677801888886921464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend.....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8775221816934045376</id><published>2007-08-31T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T14:24:44.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Man, Friday did not get here quick enough!  It's been a busy and l-o-n-g week.  I honestly do not have anything to say on here.  I can tell you an Aimee funny.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pappow: Aimee, do you like school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aimee: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pappow: Do you like your teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aimee: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pappow: Do you think you will learn a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aimee: Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;She is such a hoot.  She is still adjusting to school but we are making it.  I am thinking that if she stays on green (which is a warning) then we are doing good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;No big plans for the weekend.  We might go to the gym and go swimming.  I have started swimming laps at the pool.  Man, that is HARD.  It does give me a break from the  jogging time at the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I also have to go grocery shopping at some point this weekend.  What an exciting weekend for being an adult.  I wish we could go somewhere but anywhere we go, we will have to fight the crowds and I am not wanting to do that.  If we had a boat we could go to the lake.  There is no where to ride 4 wheelers around our house.  So, I guess we are just going to the Smackover football game tonight.  Go BUCKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8775221816934045376?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8775221816934045376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8775221816934045376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8775221816934045376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8775221816934045376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-1670336110084958980</id><published>2007-08-28T14:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:55:23.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I went swimming today and it was HARD!  I swam for 30 minutes and did 10 laps across the pool.  I loved leaving the pool thinking, "I did it".  I did have to use a pool noodle to help me because that's a lot of swimming.  The last time I did it without a noodle, I only went across 1 time so today was an improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Food is doing ok.  I just had a snack and I am still a little hungry but I think that is because I counted 4 exercise points for my swimming. I was sweating even though I was in the water. OK praying for you to do well today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-1670336110084958980?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1670336110084958980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=1670336110084958980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1670336110084958980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1670336110084958980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4284453802054183422</id><published>2007-08-27T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:46:39.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolcanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Aimee is learing about Bolcanos (volcanos) and laba (lava) at school.  She said that she loves school and appears to be having fun.  She did ok today at school.  She had to change her color from blue to green but we are ok with that.  What she did today was not come to line up when her class was called back from recess.  If that is all it was, it's really ok.  We will keep on working on it but I am pleased with her progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am back on my weight loss efforts.  We are going on a cruise in December and I want to be 20 pounds lighter.  It's going to take some work but I think I can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4284453802054183422?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4284453802054183422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4284453802054183422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4284453802054183422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4284453802054183422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/bolcanos.html' title='Bolcanos'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-1856868475080563359</id><published>2007-08-24T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:37:29.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rs9A9HziMfI/AAAAAAAAADE/Wi_0q-J5Z6Q/s1600-h/Photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102368321645457906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rs9A9HziMfI/AAAAAAAAADE/Wi_0q-J5Z6Q/s320/Photos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rs9A9nziMgI/AAAAAAAAADM/NVulbf48jbk/s1600-h/Greg+and+D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102368330235392514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rs9A9nziMgI/AAAAAAAAADM/NVulbf48jbk/s320/Greg+and+D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rs9A-HziMhI/AAAAAAAAADU/xhnIzpi6F3I/s1600-h/Renee+and+Ashley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102368338825327122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rs9A-HziMhI/AAAAAAAAADU/xhnIzpi6F3I/s320/Renee+and+Ashley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rs9A-3ziMiI/AAAAAAAAADc/Zie3GcsAdpU/s1600-h/Renee+and+Brit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102368351710229026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rs9A-3ziMiI/AAAAAAAAADc/Zie3GcsAdpU/s320/Renee+and+Brit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rs9A_nziMjI/AAAAAAAAADk/bKwvhYSZV0I/s1600-h/Renee+and+Ashley+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102368364595130930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rs9A_nziMjI/AAAAAAAAADk/bKwvhYSZV0I/s320/Renee+and+Ashley+(19).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;These are some random pictures that I have been meaning to upload. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;There is a picture of Darrell's new grill. We had a smaller one but we decided to get a new one after the burner went out on the old one. It had already been replaced and this one was on the end of summer clearance. It has 3 burners for grilling and a burner for boiling. Man, I see a fish fry coming on.....or some boiled shrimp since I don't really like fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;There is a picture of Darrell and Greg and Ashley and I along with a picture of Brittany and I. Ashley is in the pink shirt. These are all students that we have in our youth group and they are so great. We just enjoy hanging out with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The picture of Aimee and Lexi was taken when we went to Hot Springs and toured the museum. They really liked running around and looking at all the old stuff there. It was hard to get them to stop to take a picture but they are so cute.  There is exactly 6 months in between them and they get along so well. Aimee is blessed to have a friend like Lexi and I am blessed that Lexi's mom is my friend.  God has been good to send us sweet friends here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;OK, I have killed enough time and it's about time to go home for the weekend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-1856868475080563359?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1856868475080563359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=1856868475080563359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1856868475080563359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1856868475080563359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-stuff.html' title='Random stuff'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/Rs9A9HziMfI/AAAAAAAAADE/Wi_0q-J5Z6Q/s72-c/Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4963497115313154178</id><published>2007-08-24T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:24:41.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a klutz........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is going to be a whiney post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have been sick with a sinus infection since last Friday.  It was worse on Sunday and getting better on Wed.  Thursday due to the sinus infection and just life, I developed a migrane.  Even with the medicine that I took, it would not go away.  So today, still with the headache, I decided to take one of my pain pills.  That worked very well and the headache was gone pretty quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I head outside to kill some wasp nests and I stepped off the concrete where I skinned my leg all the way from my knee to my ankle and 1/2 way down my arm to my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we say...........KLUTZY?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, I have felt bad for the past week.  Whine, whine, whine.....maybe tomorrow will be a better day or I won't injure myself putting clothes in the dryer.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4963497115313154178?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4963497115313154178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4963497115313154178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4963497115313154178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4963497115313154178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/such-klutz.html' title='Such a klutz........'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8441162356902967318</id><published>2007-08-23T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T09:20:49.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Trust You'll Treat Her Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author: Victor Buono &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear World:I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long.. and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sun when she runs.I trust you'll treat her well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning...and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine.Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now she'll learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school-bells...and deadlines...and she'll learn to giggle...and gossip...and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things...like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she'll find new heroes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and mother and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers ...which is only right. But no longer will I be the smartest woman in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time...she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group...with all its privileges and its disadvantages too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud...or kiss dogs...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer.Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.&lt;br /&gt;I trust you'll treat her well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This has been a hard week for Momma. Dropping Aimee off today was the hardest day so far. The children area adjusting to their schedules. In the mornings they sit criss cross applesauce in the hallway and are actually quiet. I gave Aimee a hug and she was a little more clingy that she has been all the days so far. She knows that she has to stay but for just a few more minutes, instead of being that big girl, she wants to be my baby. I kiss that sweet little cheek, tell her to have a great day and then slip out. My tears slip out too. It's hard to let her go to school. Even though it's like daycare, it's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for the weekend.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8441162356902967318?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8441162356902967318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8441162356902967318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8441162356902967318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8441162356902967318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-trust-youll-treat-her-well.html' title='I Trust You&apos;ll Treat Her Well'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-7413898651330483220</id><published>2007-08-22T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:11:16.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our revival tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RszvtHziMdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xyvijkepRXU/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101716036372279762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RszvtHziMdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xyvijkepRXU/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RszvtnziMeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vm7KAISCsZ0/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101716044962214370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RszvtnziMeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vm7KAISCsZ0/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, first of all let me say that today at school was a much better day. We still covet your prayers but her teacher said that we are making an effort. Whoo-hoo for Aimee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is a picture of her with her new hair cut. The umbrella was a present from her great grandmother from Canada and the big flower in her hair was given to her by her after school teacher (who gave all the girls a flower for their hair). Of course, I could not convince her to take it out of her hair for a picture so we are "picking our battles" hence, the flower stayed in her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The second picture is a picture of our revival that we had tonight. We had over 200 teenagers there and it was amazing. Several of our students made commitments or recommitments and it was neat to see God move so strongly in the lives of students all over our community tonight. Have I mentioned how much I love our church? I just love our students!! They are so great and God has blessed us so much here. There isn't a lot of food places or a real mall, but we do have real students that want to follow God's will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have a great night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-7413898651330483220?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7413898651330483220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=7413898651330483220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7413898651330483220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7413898651330483220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-revival-tonight.html' title='Our revival tonight'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RszvtHziMdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xyvijkepRXU/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-2063106474078774268</id><published>2007-08-22T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:27:02.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Willed Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Once again, I have been reminded very quickly that our child is a SWC (which is short for Strong Willed Child).  I have always said that Aimee is "high maintenance" and you know, she is. Little things become battles, obedience is asked for over and over and then is given with a bad attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Last night was a hard night emotionally for me and I am being very honest here.  I thought that maybe I didn't deserve Aimee and that is why it took us so long to get pregnant.  I thought that maybe I am a bad mother. I had lots of thoughts like that last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I read this on another blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There is nothing wrong with a SW child. Strong Willed is a personality trait, that’s all. A SW child is not abnormal. The parent's job is to train that child and help him in controlling his will. If you have a strong willed child, it’s because God knew that you could handle it. 1 Corinthians 10:13 is clear. You’re not given more than you can handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;God says that He will not give me more than I can handle.  Now, sometimes I think God trusts me more than I trust myself because sometimes parenting seems to be an uphill battle.  I do know that God loves this little girl more that I could love her and I love her to the depths of my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are going to get through this.  Here is how you can help if you are reading our blog (and this assusmes that you are family or friends):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1. Pray for us first and foremost.  Pray that we will lead our daughter by example and that we will be in tune with her needs.  Pray that God will give us the STRENGTH to parent her as He parents us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;2. Pray for Aimee and that she will obey because she loves Jesus and her parents.  Pray that she will not obey us because of a "spirit of fear" but a "spirit of love". Pray for her actions and her body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;3. Pray for her teachers at school and at church, for endurance and strength. Pray that they will be firm but not lose patience with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;4. Please be firm with her if you are babysitting her for us.  Do NOT let her "get one over on you" because in the long run, it makes it harder on her.  Be firm with your expectations. Do what you tell her you are going to do even if it breaks her heart (and yours).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;5. Praise her!  She loves to have positive praise and craves this.  A hug is a great thing for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This is my new prayer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Lord, You know my inadequacies. You know my weaknesses, not only in parenting, but in every area of my life. I’m doing the best I can to raise my child properly, but it may not be good enough. As You provided the fish and the loaves to feed the five thousand hungry people, now take my meager effort and use it to bless my family. Make up for the things I do wrong. Satisfy the needs that I have not met. Compensate for my blunders and mistakes. Wrap Your great arms around my child, and draw her close to You. And be there when she stands at the great crossroads between right and wrong. All I can give them is my best, and I will continue to do that. I submit her to You now and rededicate myself to the task You have placed before me. The outcome rests securely in Your hands.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-2063106474078774268?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2063106474078774268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=2063106474078774268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2063106474078774268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/2063106474078774268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/strong-willed-children.html' title='Strong Willed Children'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8893538412020415180</id><published>2007-08-21T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:40:44.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day at school.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and we already have the letter coming from the teacher about behaviors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, because I don't feel good and I am sick and losing my voice, I am going to just put it all here and you guys can read it.  Ms. Thing (aka our daughter)  has decided that she does not want to do what her teacher wants her to do.  She has been telling her teacher "no" and will not keep her hands to herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that these are bad behaviors.  No, I don't know what to do about them.  We did something pretty radical today and that was D and I took her books out of her room. That is going to be hard for her and she cried and cried about that.  She loves to read (and so do I) but taking things away that she doesn't care about doesnt' bother her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We have two rules to follow tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1. always obey your teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;2. pratice nice things with your body (ie no hitting, yelling, etc...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Hopefully this will work.  Now, I am off to compose the first "I am sorry for her behaviors" letter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8893538412020415180?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8893538412020415180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8893538412020415180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8893538412020415180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8893538412020415180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/second-day-at-school.html' title='Second day at school.....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5713224302228661623</id><published>2007-08-20T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T09:20:38.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RsmioHziMcI/AAAAAAAAACs/QrgskGsDLfg/s1600-h/Renee+and+Ashley+(23).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100786863147463106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RsmioHziMcI/AAAAAAAAACs/QrgskGsDLfg/s320/Renee+and+Ashley+(23).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WOW! The first day of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;school is officially here!  Aimee did so well when we dropped her off.  She was a little nervous when she first woke up but once she got to school, she saw a friend from preschool across the hall and perked up.  Her teacher promised me that she would take good care of her so that made me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have a lot of sad feelings about her starting school.  She is offically a big girl and that is hard for my momma heart.  It's bittersweet to see this little baby who was so helpless the first time I held her, take her backpack and walk into the hall of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5713224302228661623?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5713224302228661623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5713224302228661623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5713224302228661623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5713224302228661623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RsmioHziMcI/AAAAAAAAACs/QrgskGsDLfg/s72-c/Renee+and+Ashley+(23).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-7089822518046167834</id><published>2007-08-15T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:51:43.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something every parents does.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I had to do something that every parent has to do when their child is around 5 or 6 years old.  We had to take Aimee to meet her Kindergarten teacher last night.  It was so hard for momma.  Aimee's teacher has been teaching for 24 years and is a well seasoned teacher.  I guess that is going to be a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We bought a shirt and I joined the PTA!  Definately a K thing because I am not sure how involved PTA is but I will be involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I am so nervous....Aimee appears to be fine about this but I am not sure I am ready to let my baby go.  I have to drop her off and leave her all day.  That is scary to me.  I do it now but we are the ones that is able to control what daycare she attends and if in the past, it was not a good fit, we could look for another one.  Now, we can't do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I know it's not a big deal for a child to start school but for me, as Aimee's mom, it IS a big deal. What if she gets scared or can't open her milk?  What if she doesn't make any friends?  What about all those unknowns?  This is one of those times where it is hard to trust God.  I am going to trust in Him though because I know Heloves this little girl even more that I possibly can (although that's hard to grasp because I love that baby like none other).  I am just going to rest in Him and constantly remind myself that he will take care of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I know though that I am going to be crying all day on Monday. I actually told them I would be in later because I want some time to grieve for my baby when I have to drop her off.  I will pick her up later on that day as a big girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-7089822518046167834?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7089822518046167834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=7089822518046167834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7089822518046167834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7089822518046167834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-every-parents-does.html' title='Something every parents does.....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4875687168647772440</id><published>2007-08-13T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T15:45:06.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our fun weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I haven't updated because we don't have a laptop at home anymore.  Darrell was paying a bill a week or so ago and the "h" key fell off.  We had to ship the thing off for repair and it won't be back until Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was out of town on Wednesday - Friday for a conference in Hot Springs.  Boy, was it HOT!  (Pun intended).  The conference was good on Wednesday but I had a migrane from getting car sick.  My friend from work, DeAnna drove and she took good care of me.  We went to Outback with her family and a coworker that night and then the mall. It's so nice to go to a mall and shop. I hit Bath and Body Works and got some stuff for the house and a tote bag.  It's so nice and PINK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thursday was a LONG day at the conference but then DeAnna and I hit Magic Springs and that was a blast.  It was not crowded at all and we did the water slides and lazy river before hitting the amusement park. I actually rode the rum runner which is basically the pirate ship.  It made me sick when I rode it about 8 years ago and since my carsickness has gotten worse as I age, I haven't been on it since.  We did it though and it was ok, I didn't get sick.  We also rode some scary rollercoaster that I can't believe I actually got on.  Have I ever said how scared rollercoaster's make me?  I still get on them though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Darrell and Aimee picked me up on Friday and we ate lunch with DeAnna and Lexi (her daughter).  Aimee and Lexi had fun at the aquarium and walking in the old restored bath house and then we hit the Traveler's game in Little Rock.  Can I say that this was the WORSE idea ever????  It was about 104 degrees with NO breeze!  We didnt' last that long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday, my goal was to stay at home all day and I made it!  I didn't get out of the house other than to go to the church and get the hamburger meat to cook for the lunch on Sunday.  Techinally I live on church property so I never left my house and it was GREAT!  Goal Accomplished!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have a good one and I will post pictures when I get my computer back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4875687168647772440?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4875687168647772440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4875687168647772440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4875687168647772440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4875687168647772440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-fun-weekend.html' title='Our fun weekend...'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-7844530639565992246</id><published>2007-08-05T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:55:09.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Darrell's parents came up this weekend to watch Aimee for us when we went to Magic Springs with our youth group.  His parents are so good to us!  Thanks Mom and Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We got to Magic Springs and we waited FOREVER in lines.  2 hours JUST to get into the parking lot, 1 hour to get tickets, 2 hours for food and this girl tried to fight me for a table, 1.5 hours to get food for another student, and so on and on....it was CRAZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We did get to hang out a long time with our students though.  This is the best group of students that we have ever worked with.  They are just so much fun and desire our friendship and that means a lot to us.  They ROCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sunday was this last Super Summer of Fellowship which is where we get together for church and eat.  We also invited the Fire Dept and Sherriff's dept and gave them an offering that they can use for bullet proof vests or whatever they desire.  Then it was the last softball game of the season, adults verses youth.  Our youth showed INCREDIABLE integrity.  When it was the last hit of the game and they were down by two, they still allowed one of the students who is not a good player to bat even though they knew it would cost them the game.  Can I say how great these students are????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Then Aimee and I came home.  My cell phone was on top of some papers that got wet when her waterbottle turned over.  Now I am going to have to replace my cell.  I hate having to spend that money on a phone.  UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's been a L-O-N-G weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-7844530639565992246?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7844530639565992246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=7844530639565992246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7844530639565992246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7844530639565992246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-731976756558049196</id><published>2007-08-02T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:19:07.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet sister....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RrJlrn0JIrI/AAAAAAAAACk/d0ZGyUEkx24/s1600-h/Carol+PG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094245928605917874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RrJlrn0JIrI/AAAAAAAAACk/d0ZGyUEkx24/s320/Carol+PG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Here is a picture of my sister and my niece or nephew.  I am so excited for them.  I love you Carol! She is 17 weeks pregnant in this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-731976756558049196?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/731976756558049196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=731976756558049196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/731976756558049196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/731976756558049196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-sweet-sister.html' title='My sweet sister....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RrJlrn0JIrI/AAAAAAAAACk/d0ZGyUEkx24/s72-c/Carol+PG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4280773394155026962</id><published>2007-08-02T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T12:05:47.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I caved....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and bought a cute pink binder from Wal-Mart.  Do you know how hard it was to make a decision????  I had about 3 to pick from but at almost $4 a binder, I really only could justify purchasing 1 for my social work exam prep.  Speaking of that, I paid $175 today to take an exam to complete my licenseure as a Arkansas Social Worker.  I am going to have to continue to study for this thing because I can only take it one time for that price.  If I fail, I have to pay another $175 so I just can't afford to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kudos to my wonderful husband who brought me a Cherry Vanilla Diet DP today from Sonic.  I love Diet DP and it brightened my day.  I am so thankful for a husband like Darrell who spoils me because he loves me.  He's my everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now....I just need to find some more things to go into binders.  I shall keep working on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4280773394155026962?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4280773394155026962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4280773394155026962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4280773394155026962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4280773394155026962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-caved.html' title='I caved....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-3791464082320658330</id><published>2007-08-01T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:21:10.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RrEsDH0JIpI/AAAAAAAAACU/zez3Dw5vN-0/s1600-h/HPIM0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093901085681722002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="6" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RrEsDH0JIpI/AAAAAAAAACU/zez3Dw5vN-0/s320/HPIM0813.JPG" width="11" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RrEsEn0JIqI/AAAAAAAAACc/fkpWsuTvqLg/s1600-h/HPIM0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093901111451525794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RrEsEn0JIqI/AAAAAAAAACc/fkpWsuTvqLg/s320/HPIM0813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RrErDn0JIoI/AAAAAAAAACM/663Zss3zqRU/s1600-h/HPIM0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093899994760028802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RrErDn0JIoI/AAAAAAAAACM/663Zss3zqRU/s320/HPIM0798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It's hard to believe that summer is almost over. We have enjoyed our summer here with our students. I think overall, that this is the best group of students as a whole, that we have ever worked with. We have been pretty busy with them this summer because we spend a lot of time hanging out with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We go to Magic Springs a lot also! This picture is one of my most favorite pictures of the summer. It was taken on our way into Magic Springs. Aimee grabbed Darrell's hand and I snapped it quickly! Then later on she wanted to make some funny faces for me. She is such a little kidder. I can't believe that she starts school in 20 days! Pretty soon she will be ready for makeup and dating....Which will SO NOT happen. She's not dating until she is out of High School!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We are praying for Aimee to have a good year at school. Sometimes we are a little concerned because she has the natural curosity of Darrell and her mother's childhood energy. We are praying that she will have a strong Christian teacher that can channel her energy into postive behaviors and challenge her academically. We had considered putting her in private school but in the end, we are going to send her to the Math and Science school. We attempted to enroll her in the Drama and Arts school (which would have been a good fit for our little Drama Queen) but we were unable to get her into this school. Most of her friends from preschool will be attending that particular school which will be good for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Now, let's see if Mommy and Daddy can do as well as she does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-3791464082320658330?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3791464082320658330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=3791464082320658330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3791464082320658330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3791464082320658330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-days.html' title='Summer days'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLikiEHcNv8/RrEsDH0JIpI/AAAAAAAAACU/zez3Dw5vN-0/s72-c/HPIM0813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-1976713644827501190</id><published>2007-08-01T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T10:37:32.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Some of this will be old new to some of you but some of you will not know this.&lt;br /&gt;I have finally decided to come out of the closet about something that women do NOT want to talk about.  Are you ready????  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have lost 40 pounds!  I am really excited about this.  I actually hit the 40 pound mark about a month ago but I am just now posting about it.  I actually have at least another 20 pounds to go but right now, I am just trying to get there day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have a good friend, Erin, who challenges me and loses weight with me.  She lives in North Carolina so all of our challenges have been online and/or Yahoo Messenger.  We give each other prizes when we meet our mini goals and so she supports my journal and frilly shopping habit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's neat to see how things have changed in my life since I have lost weight. People actually notice me now or I am more aware of people noticing me.  I guess for so long I have put the "I am not pretty enough" tag on, that it's hard to get out of it if you know what I mean. It's amazing to see people who haven't seen me in years and remark on my weight loss.  With me being so short, it's very noticable but for me, I don't really notice it and I guess that is because I see myself every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now, don't ask me what I weigh because I will NOT post it.  I will also not show pictures of what I used to look like 40 pounds ago until I have lost all the weight that I need to lose.  If you do want to send me gift cards to support my journal habit though, I WILL give you my address....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-1976713644827501190?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1976713644827501190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=1976713644827501190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1976713644827501190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1976713644827501190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-news.html' title='Some news'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-7681723895865878258</id><published>2007-07-31T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:01:51.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carol's news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I never update this because I don't think that people read it but Carol informed me that she reads it and I forget that my HP girls and MIL read it also!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So, I am once again updating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My sister Carol is pregnant!  Her and Ryan are expecting in January.  I am not sure whether we (listen to me), they are having a girl or a boy but we will know on August 28th!  I can't wait.  I am just so amazed about this.  My SISTER having a baby.  Most of you don't know how close I am to my sister but she is just so awesome. She is one of my closest friend and I am just so excited that she is having a baby!  She has wanted her own baby for years and if she spoils of her baby as half as well as she spoils Aimee, well, look out cause that baby won't be put down for 2 years. I know that she and Ryan are going to be great parents!  Congrats to you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We are doing well in El Dorado! We have really gotten into the swing of things here and are really enjoying our church and we have the best group of students that we have ever worked with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well, I need to get to getting dinner for tomorrow night so more later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-7681723895865878258?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7681723895865878258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=7681723895865878258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7681723895865878258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7681723895865878258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/07/carols-news.html' title='Carol&apos;s news!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-4778721838045378145</id><published>2007-07-09T18:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:55:50.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It rained on Saturday, all day.I am SO tired of rain.  All it ever does in Eldo is rain, rain, rain  Anyway, being the good housewife that I am, I decide that I am going to really clean my house.  Side note....my mom did not clean house growing up.  It was really bad and scarred both Carol and I for life.   Needless to say, our houses are always clean and we never go to bed with dishes in the sink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The house didn't need much work, just the deep cleaning stuff.  After we cleaned the house, I made lunch and then we headed out to see Ratatooule or however you say it.  Anwyay, the movie was lame for an adult but Aimee liked it so that is all that matter.&lt;br /&gt;We get home and D decides he wants sushi for dinner so I go make it.  He has to run to the store and when he came back he suprises me with this...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=4939215" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=4939215&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Can I say my husband ROCKS!  I have wanted one of these since I got my Ipod.  I have priced several different ones but he found this one for me. So, I am now waking up to my own music and not the radio. You can wave your hand in front of the thing and it even snoozes without you touching it.  I am sooo spoiled to this. I think I will want to stay in the bed all day now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Cleaning the house and making sushi sure pays off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-4778721838045378145?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4778721838045378145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=4778721838045378145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4778721838045378145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/4778721838045378145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8747953659040673791</id><published>2007-06-20T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T18:13:12.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How busy we are.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I decided last night that we are just too busy now a  days in society.  I t seems that as grownups we are always running back and forth from one task to another one.  I think life was much less complicated when I was a teenager and the only thing I had to worry about was getting to school on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I went to Office Depot today and drooled over the planners.  I don't know what it is about this time of the year and planners but man, I want one.  Now the one that I have is perfectly fine for the rest of the year and I don't always use the planner that I have but when I see the brand new ones I want one.  They have turquoise, salmon, leather, bonded leather, pleather, paper, graphics, plain...it's like sensory overload.  I just cant go back in there until July or I will cave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8747953659040673791?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8747953659040673791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8747953659040673791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8747953659040673791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8747953659040673791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-busy-we-are.html' title='How busy we are.....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-6272846232705133337</id><published>2007-06-11T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:11:04.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today was a BUSY day for me.  I was at work at 6:30 ONLY because I had tons of work to do.  I get to work and there is absoutely no work for me to do because I don't have a key to my supervisors office AND I also can't get online still from my new computer.  So, I got to have a few minutes to redo paperwork.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then, off to school for Aimee to see her new school.  Of course, $200 later in deposits, she decided she likes it.  Glad she does, private school is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left work today, I finally got internet.  It's been almost 6 weeks since I started my new job and my computer had been ordered forever. It finally arrived and I am good to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lets see, Aimee had to get 4 shots today for school.  She had her polio shot's when she was less than 3 years old and Arkansas has some dumb law that states that you have to have your last polio shot after you are 4.  I had already told her that she was only going to get 2 but then she had to get 4.  Darrell said it was awful and they had to hold her down.  She is always so scared and it's always hard to get shots at her age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, off to a ball game!  Last tee ball game tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-6272846232705133337?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6272846232705133337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=6272846232705133337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6272846232705133337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/6272846232705133337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-day.html' title='what a day....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-1108104982344650081</id><published>2007-06-10T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:24:59.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit my goal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I started losing weight about 2 years ago.  I would work at it very good for a while and then I would stop.  I kept doing this for a while but these past 3 months I decided to buck up and go for it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So, I weighed today and I have hit my first mini goal!!!  I have lost 40 pounds!  I am so excited.  I went to the store today and bought 2 new dresses. It was so nice to be able to not have to go to the plus sizes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am not eating as much as I have in the past.  I still struggle with the fruits and water because I don't have much of an appetite.  I still go work out about 4-5 times a week for 45 minutes to an hour.  I need to do more strength training but I don't really like to do that so I haven't been doing it much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We booked a cruise for December and my next goal is to be 20 pounds lighter.  That gives me about 6 months to lose 20 more pounds.  I can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-1108104982344650081?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1108104982344650081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=1108104982344650081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1108104982344650081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/1108104982344650081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/06/hit-my-goal.html' title='Hit my goal!'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-7734839868323046170</id><published>2007-05-01T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:12:19.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up quickly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Aimee, Darrell and I were talking on Sunday night about Jesus.  Aimee said that she knew that Jesus died on the cross for our sins.  We asked her if she would like to ask Jesus to live in her heart and she prayed for salvation.  Our baby is a Christian!!!  This is the biggest joy to Darrell and I.  We have prayed for this since before she was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;She also has a loose tooth, or rather did.  She pulled it out today and now has a little snaggletoothed litte grin.  I love it.  Tonight was her first tee ball game.  She scored both times she batted.  I can't belive how big she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I think I hear the tooth fairy.....gotta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-7734839868323046170?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/7734839868323046170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=7734839868323046170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7734839868323046170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/7734839868323046170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/05/growing-up-quickly.html' title='Growing up quickly'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-3936286598025424129</id><published>2007-04-10T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:36:10.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for today</title><content type='html'>Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Faith is the assurance of things hoped for; the conviction of things not seen" Hebrews 11:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I read this verse today when I got to work.  I thought about it this morning.  Faith is something that is hard for me and countless other Christians.  I know that I have faith in somethings.  For instance, gravity is something that I have faith in.  I have faith that when I sit down in my chair, it's going to hold me up.  If I sat down and it didn't, I would lose my faith in gravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Right now, I am having a lonely day. Before I say this let me preface that I LOVE Eldo.  I miss my life in Tyler.  I miss MY old job (not Darrell's, this one is a MUCH better fit for us). I miss my home. I miss my friends.  I miss my life there. I miss going out to the chinese place with my coworker. I miss going to the Mall or running over to Michael's to buy something I forgot.  Because Eldo is so small, I can't do those things anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Moving to a new city requires faith.  It requires me getting up each morning in a small town, in a house that still does not really feel like mine and going to a job that I really am no satsfied at with the assurance that I must trust God. Faith requires committment.  Good thing I am committed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-3936286598025424129?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3936286598025424129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=3936286598025424129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3936286598025424129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/3936286598025424129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/04/thoughts-for-today.html' title='Thoughts for today'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5377940488807414001</id><published>2007-04-04T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T16:49:23.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't updated in a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know.  I am so lame about posting to our blog. Here are our updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Darrell- Things are going well at church.  He is really developing relationships with the students at our new church.  We love these students.  It's refreshing to have a Godly group of students who desire to seek God for their lives.  We did have 2 students (a couple who were dating) that were involved in a wreck on Sunday.  The girl is going to have to have surgery on her arm later on this week.  We are praying for them both as they recover.  It is a true miracle that neither one of them were killed as many other teenagers have not been as lucky on that road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Aimee- Well, this little dynamite is doing well.  She has not been feeling well lately and we took her to the doctor where he gave her 2 different allergy medicines to get her back to normal.  She has her first T ball pratice tomorrow afternoon.  That is going to be so exciting.  She is enjoying school and AWANA's at the church and is a joy to Darrell and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Renee- Well, this month is going to be a busy month for me.  I have to travel 2 different times away from  my family.  I am going to Houston for a training for work and then I will be attending a Hannah's Prayer BOD meeting and conference at the end of the month.  I am excited about this time with my friends but I am not excited about leaving my family for that long of a time.  The trips are 4 days away, 5 days home and then 5 days away.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aimee and I traveled to Tyler last weekend to see our old friends.  We met up at Chuck E Cheese's and had a great time.  I love visiting with my friends but there are always so many of us, it's hard for us all to talk.  I so miss my Tyler friends.  It was wierd to be back in Tyler and think how much this town still feels like home.  I was like that though when we left WM and so I am sure it will get better.  I do like El Dorado but there are not many job opportunities for me here so that is a bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;At this time we don't have any summer plans.  We would like to take a crusie but that will either be at the end of this year or sometime next year.  I have to earn some time off and we want Darrell's parents to go with us when we go.  They enjoy crusing and Aimee so it will be a good family time.  Darrell has summer camp in Mississippi that I am going to try and get some time off to go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, that is what is up with the Deans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5377940488807414001?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5377940488807414001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5377940488807414001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5377940488807414001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5377940488807414001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/04/havent-updated-in-while.html' title='Haven&apos;t updated in a while'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-8496409612768055212</id><published>2007-03-19T09:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:09:20.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Devotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today I woke up with a migrane and with that, nausea. I didn't feel like going to church but I always hate to miss it so I decided to go anyway. After feeling nauseous during the prayer time I slipped out and headed to the house. Darrell told me after church someone asked him where I was. He said that I had felt a little nauseous this morning and I went home. (You KNOW where I am going on this one???). The comment was made "is she pg?".You know, it bothers me that just because I am married it is automatically assumed that I am pg when I am sick to my stomach. Of course, being new here, the church does not know our history of infertility (IF) so people don't think about how these comments affect us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie this into our movie last night, "Facing the Giants" and that comment was hard to hear. The subplot is about the coach and his wife going through IF. In the end they did get pregnant and went on to have children. I love the movie for the Christian aspect but for someone who has been through infertility, it does not always turn out that way. We struggled for 2 years to have a pregnancy. We spent countless hours in prayer begging for a child. I cried every time I found out I wasn't pg. I remember how I felt incomplete as I could not bear a child for my husband. I remember wondering if I was being punished for some reason for a sin that I had committed.&lt;br /&gt;We were eventually blessed with Aimee and do you know why? I don't. It's not that God looked down on me and Darrell when we were in the midst of infertility and said "oh, there are bad past sins in their lives so I won't give them a child". God doesn't work like that. The God that I serve is a God of love and only wants the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5 states "Trust in the Lord with all your own heart and lean not on your own understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I believe in God does not mean that every single thing I desire is given to me. I don't understand why some teenagers have children when they are unmarried and why a married couple has to watch their first child pass away. I don't understand it at all. What I do hear God saying is to trust Him. What I have to do is to trust God for everything in my life. It means that I trust him for the good and the bad things that happen in my life. It means bottom line, I trust. Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-8496409612768055212?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8496409612768055212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=8496409612768055212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8496409612768055212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/8496409612768055212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/03/devotional_19.html' title='Devotional'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404721919136352851.post-5292139846423760974</id><published>2007-03-06T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:43:30.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My day so far....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;has been so boring.....I have 20 minutes before work is out and so I am just using that time to do nothing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aimee's 5th birthday party was this past weekend and it was great!  We had tons of kids come and they were not really kids that she knew.  We have been away from WM for 6 years but I had invited all my old friends who have kids her age.  I think I had just as much fun as she did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of you have sent me a message about the pictures.  Right now the camera is out of batteries and I have to go to Wal-Mart and get some. Since I hate going to Wal-Mart, I will post them later on this weekend when I can't put that task off any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404721919136352851-5292139846423760974?l=thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5292139846423760974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404721919136352851&amp;postID=5292139846423760974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5292139846423760974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404721919136352851/posts/default/5292139846423760974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofthedeans.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-day-so-far.html' title='My day so far....'/><author><name>The Dean's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18178443817283854308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8114/hpim0310msdo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
