<?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-4953528463990256213</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:59:21.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Whitney's Words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-1540807852081256233</id><published>2009-08-31T11:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:15:32.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School, Soccer and Tutus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SpwFLVOg5oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/bx3I09UkiY0/s1600-h/jack+and+laney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376177747408250498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SpwFLVOg5oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/bx3I09UkiY0/s320/jack+and+laney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Jack's first day at Riverchase United Methodist Day School. We are so glad to have gotten a spot in this program. I can't wait to see how his first day went. We packed his little lunch this morning and he was so excited. He is getting so BIG!&lt;br /&gt;We also got the call from his soccer coach that our first practice is Thursday night. I can't wait to watch him play.&lt;br /&gt;It was very sad this morning when we were getting ready to leave. Laney Grace had dressed her self and was ready for school. She just did not understand that she couldnt go. Her day will come. I am just hanging on to her being a baby as long as I can. By they way her new favorite article of clothing is "the tutu". We wear it everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-1540807852081256233?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1540807852081256233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=1540807852081256233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/1540807852081256233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/1540807852081256233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-days-and-soccer.html' title='School, Soccer and Tutus'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SpwFLVOg5oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/bx3I09UkiY0/s72-c/jack+and+laney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-8376705624057937562</id><published>2009-07-27T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:56:29.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed!</title><content type='html'>As if I really have the time for an obsession of any kind. I finally read New Moon, the second of the 4 book "Twilight" series. I feel like a child...I am so into this. I actually read a 563 page book in 3 days. I could not put it down as if I have some weird thing going. I am already 150 pages into Eclipse, the 3rd book and same thing...Can't put it down. I had never seen the movie Twilight so I demanded that Justin buy it and watch it with me...as the sequal will be out in November. I have to be all read up and caught up by then...it's so important. So I watched the movie and OH MY GOD...Its my new favorite...Why am I so enthralled with these Teenage vampires...Now I have Hannah all into it...were starting to get culty...everytime she calls she's like Bella and Edward....as if they are real. What are we going to do when there are no more books to read....NO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-8376705624057937562?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8376705624057937562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=8376705624057937562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/8376705624057937562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/8376705624057937562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2009/07/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed!'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-4983911099904216264</id><published>2009-06-22T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:06:07.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots and Lots and Lots....</title><content type='html'>To catch up on...Pictures to upload from the beach and such...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not doing so well with the whole blog thing but I promise I mean well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-4983911099904216264?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/4983911099904216264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=4983911099904216264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/4983911099904216264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/4983911099904216264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2009/06/lots-and-lots-and-lots.html' title='Lots and Lots and Lots....'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-4161686437084718171</id><published>2009-02-23T21:04:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:30:10.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNm89_omLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/r5KtYdI2vjU/s1600-h/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306197983592224946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNm89_omLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/r5KtYdI2vjU/s400/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I promised pictures from the Bug's 2nd birthday party. We had a great time and the Princess got lots and lots of wonderful stuff...a Princess kitchen, a my size ballerina Barbie, several barbies and Mom's favorite, clothes galore! Nana and Paw Paw gave her a bunch of cute things that are going to get her through the spring. She also got the cutest tankini...I just can't wait to take her swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306198484713046690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNnaI0JgqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/7u6BOJHmM5k/s320/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNnS-J-NcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HeVnpqIy1r4/s1600-h/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306198361592706498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNnS-J-NcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HeVnpqIy1r4/s320/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNn0aqhIgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2v2UGVPEsDw/s1600-h/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306198936181088770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNn0aqhIgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2v2UGVPEsDw/s320/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNoEsD5MBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0zsDI9aCDAw/s1600-h/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306199215728832530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNoEsD5MBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0zsDI9aCDAw/s320/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNn8Vm5-mI/AAAAAAAAAPA/aJJmjAJj8wI/s1600-h/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306199072262716002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNn8Vm5-mI/AAAAAAAAAPA/aJJmjAJj8wI/s320/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNo5pnawoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/au_i4xlDIIM/s1600-h/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306200125605593730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNo5pnawoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/au_i4xlDIIM/s320/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNo5pnawoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/au_i4xlDIIM/s1600-h/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana and I worked late into the evening Saturday night making a Cinderella cake. That's what she wanted and I really wanted to make it special just for her instead of buying one. It turned out beautiful!!! I wasent sure how edible it would be so we backed it up with cupcakes! (It ended up tasting pretty good)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306196822611592274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNl5ZASBFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_NzbW5jqWUc/s400/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-4161686437084718171?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/4161686437084718171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=4161686437084718171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/4161686437084718171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/4161686437084718171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-recap.html' title='Birthday Recap'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SaNm89_omLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/r5KtYdI2vjU/s72-c/Laney+Grace%27s+2nd+Birthday+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-5961397180648833621</id><published>2009-02-23T15:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:31:24.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Im thinking...</title><content type='html'>That my house really needs a good cleaning, I need to go to the gym tonight since I skipped yesterday, the grocery store would be really good right about now for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ethiopian&lt;/span&gt; pantry, the housewives from Wisteria Lane are suffocating in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; because I've missed the last 2 new episodes and where in the heck am I going to put all of the great stuff Laney Grace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; yesterday at her birthday party.....deep breath...was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miley's&lt;/span&gt; dress really as bad as the Fashion police say, I thought calling her a human Christmas tree was a little harsh, Jack William has got to learn to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dern&lt;/span&gt; potty, he's 3, I hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; swimsuit ready for the spring and summer, Jack and Laney Grace are going to want to swim outside around others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure, after reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chell's&lt;/span&gt; blog I doubt I'll be lip waxing...speaking of waxing, I need to use my gift card I got for Christmas, It's got a free wax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-5961397180648833621?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5961397180648833621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=5961397180648833621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/5961397180648833621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/5961397180648833621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-thinking.html' title='Im thinking...'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-3787413984958215808</id><published>2009-02-19T15:21:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:50:18.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laney Grace is turning 2!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"HAPPY CAKE CAKE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as Laney Grace would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe my baby girl is going to be 2 years old tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; enough my baby sister will be 22 tomorrow also. Laney Grace is exactly 20 years younger than Hannah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a special day!&lt;br /&gt;I posted some pictures below, one of LG at her first birthday Party. (she couldnt even walk yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one from a few months ago. She's gotten so BIG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SZ3SU4xXWSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Y_eWkWJWAY0/s1600-h/l_af65fb4d6777e9bdbbc1436989938c81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304627192390965538" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SZ3SU4xXWSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Y_eWkWJWAY0/s320/l_af65fb4d6777e9bdbbc1436989938c81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SZ3PQOA-gHI/AAAAAAAAANo/VnD_QsjCYgs/s1600-h/m_8d61bb576b4fb8e35efeb9260c53f158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304623813659361394" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SZ3PQOA-gHI/AAAAAAAAANo/VnD_QsjCYgs/s320/m_8d61bb576b4fb8e35efeb9260c53f158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her 2nd birthday party is this Sunday. I'll post new pics then! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-3787413984958215808?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3787413984958215808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=3787413984958215808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/3787413984958215808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/3787413984958215808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2009/02/laney-grace-is-turning-2.html' title='Laney Grace is turning 2!!!'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SZ3SU4xXWSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Y_eWkWJWAY0/s72-c/l_af65fb4d6777e9bdbbc1436989938c81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-4032835126507363829</id><published>2009-02-17T15:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:23:00.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Husband Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, okay...I steal ideas for my blog!!!!...saw this on a good friends blog and thought it was cute...I talk enough about me on this thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Husband...the Survey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Getting to know Justin Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SZs1MfSy5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/uFliZy8mA4A/s1600-h/l_d77bf9ed810b14ef481f782eec3d223d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303891474833925298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SZs1MfSy5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/uFliZy8mA4A/s320/l_d77bf9ed810b14ef481f782eec3d223d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That would have to be...a. the local news or b. ESPN(anything on ESPN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thousand Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's one food he doesn't like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pickles, he'll eat them but he doesn't usually want to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You go out to eat and have a drink. What does he order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe a New Castle or possibley a crown and sprite. Depends on the outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where did he go to high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shades Valley High School Class of 99'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What size shoe does he wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 1/2 or 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sports memorabilia...he used to collect all that stuff now its collecting dust in the attic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ruben Sandwich I would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What would this person eat every day if he could?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Milo's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is his favorite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fruity Pebbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would he never wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A turtleneck I'm almost positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is his favorite sports team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alabama Crimson Tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who did he vote for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John McCain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is his best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh definitely me;) It better be me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be a little less negative. My glass tends to be half empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is his heritage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eww...you got me on this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anything but Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Did he play sports in high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What could he spend hours doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;watching sports or PlayStation if he has that much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is one unique talent he has?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Justin is very bright and is usually very good at anything he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-4032835126507363829?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/4032835126507363829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=4032835126507363829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/4032835126507363829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/4032835126507363829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2009/02/husband-survey.html' title='The Husband Survey'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SZs1MfSy5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/uFliZy8mA4A/s72-c/l_d77bf9ed810b14ef481f782eec3d223d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-5462207822114855948</id><published>2009-02-11T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:44:56.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Pageant or Not to Pageant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SZLtki5a_2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTtloYmIYYg/s1600-h/ThePageant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301560923467218786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SZLtki5a_2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTtloYmIYYg/s400/ThePageant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For years I have helped pageant directors organize their beauty pageants in hotel ballrooms and formed my own opinions very quickly about what these "beauty" pageants were all about. I've watched toothless mothers spend hundreds of dollars on overnight accommodations, spray tans,(yes, they spray tan there toddlers) clothes, photos, of which are so digitally enhanced that by the time they are done doctoring the photos you cant even tell if the child is, 1. even the same child or if 2.they are actually wax figures of themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said many times, "how could these Mothers do this to their children...fake hair, fake teeth, fake, fake, fake... that's not teaching these children true beauty, I will never do that to my little girl if I ever have one". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then, you have my mother's theory, that it could cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;psychological&lt;/span&gt; problems...If I don't win, I'm ugly, fat, worthless etc...That all you are worth as a person are the physical aspects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The flip side is that it could create confidence and self esteem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well now I have one, Laney Grace 2, and I have been trying to decide if I want to enter her into a beauty pageant. It looks like so much fun. I just don't know where to start. It's extremely expensive and time consuming from what I understand but some of the pageants offer cash prizes or savings bonds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been doing some preliminary research and learned that not all pageants are the "glitzy" kind. I don't know, morally and ethically is this right? Am I a bad mom if I want my beautiful baby girl to be a beauty queen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The picture above is from the movie Little Miss Sunshine, I've never seen it but I think I may rent it. S0 many people have told me I need to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-5462207822114855948?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5462207822114855948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=5462207822114855948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/5462207822114855948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/5462207822114855948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-pageant-or-not-to-pageant.html' title='To Pageant or Not to Pageant'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SZLtki5a_2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTtloYmIYYg/s72-c/ThePageant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-9221903952853698767</id><published>2009-02-09T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:54:38.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random things about me on a Monday....</title><content type='html'>I keep getting these emails from friends who have completed 25 random things about themselves and I never really had the time to invest, but today I thought, hey, why not. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 random things about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I never watch TV shows in real time...I hate commercials so I DVR and fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;24. I have two jobs totally unrelated to one another&lt;br /&gt;23. I sing so loud in the car that my kids tell me to be quite&lt;br /&gt;22. I L-O-V-E avocados&lt;br /&gt;21. For the past 3 months I haven't listened to anything but my Britney Spears Circus CD.&lt;br /&gt;20. I saw a real live rodeo in Texas and it was awesome&lt;br /&gt;19. I secretly wish that I was Rachael Ray...you know she's not even a real chef!&lt;br /&gt;18. I have two gorgeous children only 15 months apart&lt;br /&gt;17. I make meatloaf really well&lt;br /&gt;16. I am obsessed with pictures of my kids. They are everywhere in my house even my bathroom&lt;br /&gt;15. I attended 10 different schools from kindergarten through my Senior year&lt;br /&gt;14. I have already sent and received 160 text messages from Jan 28 to today.&lt;br /&gt;13. I don't drink Chardonnay anymore because just one glass gives me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;12. Once I tried not eating meat because some book told me that I would lose weight...I went back to eating meat.&lt;br /&gt;11. I tease my hair everyday to make it appear "puffier"&lt;br /&gt;10. I miss my Dad and my Granny really bad&lt;br /&gt;09. I have a weird obsession with party planning. I take it really seriously.&lt;br /&gt;08. I am actually going to let Laney have a "Cinderella" party because that's what she says she wants.&lt;br /&gt;07. You will always find a gallon of Milo's sweet tea in our fridge against my better judgement.&lt;br /&gt;06. I haven't bought 1 single article of clothing since early January for two reasons 1. I don't have any money and 2. because I want to lose weight before I spend anymore money on clothes&lt;br /&gt;05. I have a picture of a really skinny girl on my fridge to remind me not to open it unless it is just absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;04. I need a haircut again already&lt;br /&gt;03. I envy organized people. I really wish I was more organized&lt;br /&gt;02. If I won the lottery I would buy a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;and the #1 most random thing about me is...&lt;br /&gt;I actually watch Disney channel even when Jack and Laney aren't in the room. The Disney original movies are really cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-9221903952853698767?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/9221903952853698767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=9221903952853698767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/9221903952853698767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/9221903952853698767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-me-on-monday.html' title='25 Random things about me on a Monday....'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-373588797806459260</id><published>2009-02-03T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:55:43.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>iCooked...</title><content type='html'>Man, I was so proud of myself Friday night. I made the best pasta and the even better part is that I just made it up. It wasent a frozen from a bag, heat it up kind of thing. It was just random ingredients that I had and cooked together. Jack and Laney Grace loved it. Justin did too! Do you think maybe this is a sign that I really can cook and make excuses not to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299033505927518418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SYny5e2z2NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/K92QnG6VR4M/s320/01312009+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Listed below are a few things that I make, limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;Chili&lt;br /&gt;Meat(as long as it's on the stove or in the oven) ;)&lt;br /&gt;Meatloaf&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, hotdogs&lt;br /&gt;oh and tuna salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but really in all seriousness,I give myself a hard time. I really can cook, I made Greenbean Casserole for Thanksgiving. I just dont. However, I have been, because of the getting healthy, diet kick Im on this week! NO MORE FAST FOOD. Too expensive and bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have Taco Bell last week but I swear I ordered from the new Fresco menu...less than 9 grams of fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News Flash: After enjoying the wonderful pasta stir-fry, I was washing dishes and my decrotive bowl did not make it. :( The first time I used the dern thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-373588797806459260?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/373588797806459260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=373588797806459260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/373588797806459260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/373588797806459260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2009/02/icooked.html' title='iCooked...'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SYny5e2z2NI/AAAAAAAAAMY/K92QnG6VR4M/s72-c/01312009+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-2403238456120844417</id><published>2009-01-30T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:17:44.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, so maybe I'll mean it this time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well obviously by now my friends know that if your going to keep up with me its going to be through email or telephone. Im not even going to make any excuses for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my lame attempt at getting back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these photos from the past three months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SYMzJb6pr0I/AAAAAAAAALY/Mlg2CAN1Kew/s1600-h/Jackbirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297133823923433282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SYMzJb6pr0I/AAAAAAAAALY/Mlg2CAN1Kew/s320/Jackbirthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SYMziBFyV1I/AAAAAAAAALg/rLzP1qk-Efs/s1600-h/JackCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297134246219110226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SYMziBFyV1I/AAAAAAAAALg/rLzP1qk-Efs/s320/JackCake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297131785417998738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SYMxSx5FQZI/AAAAAAAAALI/5QSFM0KrkSQ/s320/JackandLaney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SYMwBo4Jv0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/RKY4x8Fc3ao/s1600-h/ChristmasLaney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297130391428775746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SYMwBo4Jv0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/RKY4x8Fc3ao/s320/ChristmasLaney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SYMzxY3EYcI/AAAAAAAAALo/pwKJ8GIMbOA/s1600-h/santacandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297134510297866690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SYMzxY3EYcI/AAAAAAAAALo/pwKJ8GIMbOA/s320/santacandy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297130600354218402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SYMwNzL3AaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RmNNtgC3KQk/s320/Christmastree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are Michelle!  Something else to look at for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;; )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-2403238456120844417?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/2403238456120844417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=2403238456120844417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/2403238456120844417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/2403238456120844417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-so-maybe-ill-mean-it-this-time.html' title='Okay, so maybe I&apos;ll mean it this time!'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SYMzJb6pr0I/AAAAAAAAALY/Mlg2CAN1Kew/s72-c/Jackbirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-5856255174000842369</id><published>2008-10-08T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:06:50.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Caffeine War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOzMBlc7FRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5iJ8hcm3Tds/s1600-h/injectit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOzMKxmGpQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/F-1jINhYHGM/s1600-h/injectit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254799350718440706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOzMKxmGpQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/F-1jINhYHGM/s200/injectit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOzLxRsHOoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i5bvJSEA_9M/s1600-h/injectit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my first day of caffeine free living. I usually start each morning with some type of energy drink or coffee followed by 2 maybe even 3 cans of soda (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; worry they are always diet). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually buzz around for a couple of hours and by lunch I am snoring on my desk and forget being able to sleep at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night I decided "NO MORE CAFFEINE"! I have already downed 1 liter of water and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling pretty good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am such an addict,I anticipate mood swings and headaches. Yes Justin, these mood swings are in addition to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Isn't&lt;/span&gt; it scary that you can become so dependant upon something and not even realize it. It's going to be tough because I love Coke but who knows I may even lose that last few pounds Ive been working on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-5856255174000842369?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5856255174000842369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=5856255174000842369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/5856255174000842369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/5856255174000842369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2008/10/caffeine-war.html' title='The Caffeine War'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOzMKxmGpQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/F-1jINhYHGM/s72-c/injectit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-1069752709063990862</id><published>2008-10-07T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:51:09.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, Is he serious? Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOuRf7PaXDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c5j9w44tC-A/s1600-h/25902142_125x125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254453367922121778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOuRf7PaXDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c5j9w44tC-A/s400/25902142_125x125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have never been very political, lets just be real, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; only been old enough to vote for one election but the older I get I have come to realize I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a conservative. There is nothing worse than a raging liberal but with all of that aside I think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Americans&lt;/span&gt; need to know the severity of the situation if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; is elected President of the United States. This morning my sister emailed a link from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; actually saying during a speech that he had visited 57 stated in the U.S. and really hopes to visit Alaska and Hawaii. Let's see that would make um...59 states. WOW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpGH02DtIws"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpGH02DtIws&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am terrified for the free world...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; terrified. Below is also an email that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;. Just one more reason to vote for McCain and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pailin&lt;/span&gt; in November!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; explains why he doesn't salute the US Flag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; 'explains' I sure hope this gets around before Nov.!!!On Sat, 22 Mar 2008 18:48:04 -0400, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LTG&lt;/span&gt; Bill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ginn&lt;/span&gt;' USAF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ret&lt;/span&gt;. forwarded the following: Hot on the heels of his explanation for why he no longer wears a flag pin, presidential candidate Senator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; was forced to explain why he doesn't follow protocol when the National Anthem is played. According to the United States Code, Title 36, Chapter 10, Sec. 171, During rendition of the national anthem when the flag is displayed, all present except those in uniform are expected to stand at attention facing the flag with the right hand over t he heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'As I've said about the flag pin, I don't want to be perceived as taking sides,' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; said. 'There are a lot of people in the world to whom the American flag is a symbol of oppression. And the anthem itself conveys a war-like message. You know, the bombs bursting in air and all. It should be swapped for something less parochial and less bellicose. I like the song 'I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing.' If that were our anthem, then I might salute it.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this could possibly be our next president!! I, for once, am speechless. He has absolutely NO pride in this country!!!!! This is outrageous!!!! He doesn't deserve to be dogcatcher!!! (Oh, sorry dogcatchers, I mean you no disrespect.) LET'S SEND THIS CLOWN DOWN THE ROAD KICKING ROCKS!!!! Forward this to EVERYONE YOU KNOW &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-1069752709063990862?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1069752709063990862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=1069752709063990862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/1069752709063990862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/1069752709063990862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2008/10/really-is-he-serious-really.html' title='Really, Is he serious? Really?'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOuRf7PaXDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c5j9w44tC-A/s72-c/25902142_125x125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-8745195829746342259</id><published>2008-10-06T15:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:00:44.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How Desperate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You love being the center of attention and who can blame you? Life was meant to be lived and you believe in grabbing it by the reins and not letting go. If other people take offense, you know its just because they don't have the guts to go after what they really want. Wouldn't life be so much simpler if people were just honest with themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.abc.com/o/48c03031aee944c6/48ea6e6ae493435e/48c03031aee944c6/37d362f9/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-8745195829746342259?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8745195829746342259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=8745195829746342259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/8745195829746342259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/8745195829746342259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-how-desperate_06.html' title='Oh How Desperate!'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-3316993040429430277</id><published>2008-10-06T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:55:17.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOpdL_nfV3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/2jxazX24wo0/s1600-h/Fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't forget that October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/breast%20cancer%20awareness/McRoySon/Causes/Breast%20Cancer%20Awareness/BC6.gif?o=72" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i390.photobucket.com/albums/oo343/McRoySon/Causes/Breast%20Cancer%20Awareness/BC6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fall and last week I think I may have gotten a little over excited at the first crispness in the air. I actually believed that it may be "chilley" this past Saturday and I couldnt wait to be outside tailgaiting in the cool crisp weather, however, the one day I plan to do an outdoor activity was the hottest day of the week, clocking in at a mere 84 degrees. Im just one of those people that if it's fall its fall...not summer. Plus I love sweaters and turtlenecks and all of my favorite days are in the fall/winter season. Halloween,Thanksgiving, Chirstmas, Jack's Birthday, Our wedding anniversary,Laney's Birthday etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant wait to see my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOpdjf7QSvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ypveotmb9-8/s1600-h/fall-leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254114779727940338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOpdjf7QSvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ypveotmb9-8/s320/fall-leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-3316993040429430277?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3316993040429430277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=3316993040429430277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/3316993040429430277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/3316993040429430277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-already.html' title='October already?'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOpdjf7QSvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ypveotmb9-8/s72-c/fall-leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-5099111963338899068</id><published>2008-10-01T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:04:10.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOqnZuFGW1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/mqQuc1EZsXI/s1600-h/whit+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254195975589092178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOqnZuFGW1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/mqQuc1EZsXI/s320/whit+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Davis bunch had a wonderful weekend. Jack recently stared "school" in August so we attended his first fall carnival. They had cotton candy and "jump things" as Jack call the inflatables, games...just all kinds of goodies. Laney Grace had alot of fun too. She even tried to go swimming in the "pick a duck" pool. She is too too cute.&lt;br /&gt;Face painting was also fun. Jack chose an A for Alabama because we choose to raise him right. Laney liked the lady bug and was so still while they painted. Jack of course had to scratch his face so his art only lasted about 5 minutes. We had to literally drag Jack away kicking and screaming, but we were able to buffer the fit with Mexican Pood! One of his faves.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and I decided to take a girls trip downtown and met four gigantic rats in the parking lot....ABSOLUTELY disgusting. Hannah swears one was wearing a crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was, yes, GAME DAY! ROLL TIDE! We had a couple of friends over for the game and ordered pizza and ate too much! Typical. How about the Tide just killing the Bulldogs...what a great game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was kinda lazy. We strolled the babies through the Galleria, Jack got some kind of Football man and Laney a Princess (Cinderella) Barbie. I ran into my dear friend Michelle...of whom I don't see near enough and caught up with her over ice cream. She is so funny. I love listening to her stories. Then it was home again home again to watch the season premier of Desperate Housewives...LOVE that show.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what this weekend will bring. Hopefully some cooler weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-5099111963338899068?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/5099111963338899068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=5099111963338899068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/5099111963338899068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/5099111963338899068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SOqnZuFGW1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/mqQuc1EZsXI/s72-c/whit+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-8089649698790712136</id><published>2008-09-25T05:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:18:15.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers cramp</title><content type='html'>Getting this blog up and going has been a little more challenging than I anticipated.  1 year ago this month, I began blogging, inspired by a few good friends who had began blogs of there own. &lt;br /&gt;I want this blog to be fun, entertaining and most of all theraputic for me, however,  I just could'nt come up with a title for my blog that I really felt good about.  Today, I have officaially renamed my blog and I kinda like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to begin tackeling this thing now.  Adding pictures and stories and thoughts and ideas.  I really look forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-8089649698790712136?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8089649698790712136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=8089649698790712136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/8089649698790712136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/8089649698790712136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2008/09/bloggers-cramp.html' title='Bloggers cramp'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-4149994792710107427</id><published>2008-09-23T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:21:54.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Case Of the Monday's</title><content type='html'>May I begin with, yes I know it's Tuesday but I dont know what you call it when you feel like its a Monday and its Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;I had s really rough day at work yesterday.  Is there a such thing as a GREAT day at work?  Im not so sure.  I feel like I am being pulled in about 50 different directions and I continue to tread  just to stay above water.  Not to mention that trying to balance Husband, children, home and career is not the easiest task.  I wonder sometimes if I should just cut work out&lt;br /&gt;completely stay home with my children actually raise them myself...theres a concept.  Then reality sets in...wow wait...what about money.  You have to work....we need money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems to be throwing curve balls right now, Im dodging them but they are barely missing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I new how to relax.  I stay so tense and high strung.  My mind races constantly.  You hear&lt;br /&gt;noone can help you unless you help your self.  Im doing better but have actually developed a new quirk...I cant relax...or sit, stand, talk unless my house is clean and I find myself picking up constantly.  With toddlers you can imagine that I spend most of my spare time doing this. &lt;br /&gt;I just long to be in control of something...my husband, children, home or career.  If there is one thing that I have learned and know in my sane mind is that none of these things can be controlled.  You can only control you.  So that's where Im going to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-4149994792710107427?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/4149994792710107427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=4149994792710107427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/4149994792710107427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/4149994792710107427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2008/09/case-of-mondays.html' title='Case Of the Monday&apos;s'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-3099880595871609177</id><published>2008-09-08T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:27:05.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SMV7CDul7XI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H3kWbog0SLs/s1600-h/Whits+ppictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243732616433495410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SMV7CDul7XI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H3kWbog0SLs/s320/Whits+ppictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SMV65-aryMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NAkaU_CRfsw/s1600-h/Whits+ppictures+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243732477568862402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SMV65-aryMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NAkaU_CRfsw/s320/Whits+ppictures+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow...It has been almost an entire year since I last blogged. Times flies especially when you are as busy as we have been and you have two precious babies to measure the time. They grow so fast and before your eyes. We had a great fun filled summer...the photos were taken in Florida during a trip we took in June. It was our first family beach trip and we had a ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-3099880595871609177?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3099880595871609177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=3099880595871609177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/3099880595871609177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/3099880595871609177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2008/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up...'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SMV7CDul7XI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H3kWbog0SLs/s72-c/Whits+ppictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-1678977061447474638</id><published>2007-09-24T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:30:21.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag Football Fall 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/RvgP1crjk2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/eVjkAliWKCk/s1600-h/FF4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/RvgId8rjkyI/AAAAAAAAADc/6xXmK_Axidk/s1600-h/FF2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113846687477240610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/RvgId8rjkyI/AAAAAAAAADc/6xXmK_Axidk/s200/FF2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/RvgISMrjkxI/AAAAAAAAADU/0zbLMFNkNb4/s1600-h/FF+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113846485613777682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/RvgISMrjkxI/AAAAAAAAADU/0zbLMFNkNb4/s200/FF+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a Flag football update...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/RvgP1crjk2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/eVjkAliWKCk/s1600-h/FF4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113854787785560930" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/RvgP1crjk2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/eVjkAliWKCk/s200/FF4.JPG" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With the second week under our belts the "Wet Bandits" are 0-2. I hate that we have not won a game yet but the season has just started. They still have plenty of time to get it together. Plus, Justin loves it and I love watching him play on Sunday afternoons. Stay posted for updates...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-1678977061447474638?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1678977061447474638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=1678977061447474638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/1678977061447474638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/1678977061447474638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2007/09/flag-football-fall-2007.html' title='Flag Football Fall 2007'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/RvgId8rjkyI/AAAAAAAAADc/6xXmK_Axidk/s72-c/FF2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-6993173214199820533</id><published>2007-09-17T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:45:48.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack William</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/Ru7nZ-r4AsI/AAAAAAAAACU/fDxfzlhme0g/s1600-h/Jack+Dancing+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111277060621861570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/Ru7nZ-r4AsI/AAAAAAAAACU/fDxfzlhme0g/s320/Jack+Dancing+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/Ru7nLOr4ArI/AAAAAAAAACM/_Y3YagQbyxY/s1600-h/Jack+Dancing.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt update everyone on Laney Grace and not share about Jack William...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will be 2 in November and I can hardly stand it. He is talking some and getting in to everything. He loves being independant...He thinks he's grown.&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/4953528463990256213-6993173214199820533?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6993173214199820533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=6993173214199820533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/6993173214199820533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/6993173214199820533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2007/09/jack-william.html' title='Jack William'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/Ru7nZ-r4AsI/AAAAAAAAACU/fDxfzlhme0g/s72-c/Jack+Dancing+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-6564439987052611980</id><published>2007-09-17T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:38:38.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laney Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/Ru7lqer4AqI/AAAAAAAAACE/T-mTCbPkR8E/s1600-h/Laney.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111275145066447522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/Ru7lqer4AqI/AAAAAAAAACE/T-mTCbPkR8E/s320/Laney.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe Laney Grace is going to be 7 months old on Thursday. I feel like she was born just yesterday. I wanted to post a recent picture for everyone to see. She is the sweetest baby you will ever meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-6564439987052611980?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6564439987052611980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=6564439987052611980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/6564439987052611980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/6564439987052611980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2007/09/laney-grace.html' title='Laney Grace'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/Ru7lqer4AqI/AAAAAAAAACE/T-mTCbPkR8E/s72-c/Laney.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-1500185112734851997</id><published>2007-09-17T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:33:53.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ROLL TIDE ROLL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/Ru7krOr4ApI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WEuwsE4FPDk/s1600-h/thumbnail+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111274058439721618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/Ru7krOr4ApI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WEuwsE4FPDk/s320/thumbnail+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my what a wonderful weekend...the Crimson Tide beat Arkansas and I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be an obnoxious fan and remind everyone that Auburn lost for the second week in a row...that would just be being a poor sport ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope our streak remains hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-1500185112734851997?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1500185112734851997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=1500185112734851997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/1500185112734851997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/1500185112734851997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2007/09/roll-tide-roll.html' title='ROLL TIDE ROLL!!!'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/Ru7krOr4ApI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WEuwsE4FPDk/s72-c/thumbnail+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-1135194436883877600</id><published>2007-09-14T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:53:28.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I HIT MOM!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes...it's true. I hit Moms beautiful new Passat this very morning. I know you all are probably wondering how it happened exactly...&lt;br /&gt;Well, The oven at the Erickson home is on the fritz so she needed to prepare a covered dish for work so she came over to borrow my stove which I most graciously allowed her to do. I put Jack and Laney in the car and got ready to go. We said our good bye's and I put the car in reverse and that was all she wrote.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I was thinking except that typically when I leave for work there is nothing behind me. What if that had been a child on a bike or an old lady taking her morning walk???&lt;br /&gt;Very costly mistake$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;It scratched up the bumber of my new car and crushed the hood of Moms car. I cant believe I did it. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-1135194436883877600?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1135194436883877600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=1135194436883877600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/1135194436883877600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/1135194436883877600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hit-mom.html' title='I HIT MOM!!!'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-8351810706142711276</id><published>2007-08-13T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T11:34:18.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The One with the Cocktail Party"</title><content type='html'>Well, More than likely if you are reading this blog you know that Randy, Hannah and I threw a cocktail party this past Saturday night in honor of Mom's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and I thought that it would be alot of fun to make it a "theme party" but still classy so...we decided that we would have everyone dress in "black and white" cocktail attire...well, we just assumed people would know what that meant...they didnt. We should have listened to Justin, who told us that people are not going to do it...He kept teasing telling us he was going to pick up his tux from the cleaners...&lt;br /&gt;It was okay though.&lt;br /&gt;Randy agreed to fix everyone their first drink and then they were on there own...It wasent necessary to go for the second as Randy was a little heavy on the Grey Goose. (the way I like a Martini)&lt;br /&gt;We had a great turn out, good food and it was fun catching up with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-8351810706142711276?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/8351810706142711276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=8351810706142711276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/8351810706142711276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/8351810706142711276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-with-cocktail-party.html' title='&quot;The One with the Cocktail Party&quot;'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-7650392021939069770</id><published>2007-07-16T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T11:52:04.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very First Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>The Davis family finally took there first ever family vacation this July. We had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;When Justin's Mom and Dad decided to go to Gatlinburg instead of the beach, I was all over it because I havent been in a bathing suit since before I had Jack and really dont plan on it anytime soon. Justin and I talked and thought maybe it was time to take a little trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever traveled with children then you will appreciate that we began making a list of all our needs like 2 weeks before we left. You have to bring pack and plays, food, bottles, medicine etc. Then there is the extremly long card ride and both kids are still in diapers. However, Justin and I had gotten pretty much down, we checked off our list and packed up and hit the road. Jack watched the Doodlebops the whole way and Laney slept...we only had to make one stop and we ate lunch fed Laney changed diapers and we were done...Too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with all of this I had not actually addressed the fact that we were going to be in the Smokey Mountains and I am terrified of open heights (the actuall falling is what scares me).&lt;br /&gt;when we made it to Gatlinburg we sat in traffic for almost an hour, got lost and went about 8 miles out of our way and the kids began to scream. We made it to where the cabin was and it was about 2 miles up the mountain. I am having an anxiety attack and Justin is telling me to calm down...the kids are still screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to the outlet malls...long story short I forgot a bottle for Laney...what kind of mother does that? She was screaming from hunger so Justin left to get a bottle. Not a single store in the outlet mall had one so he had to go to Wal-Mart. The whole time Laney is screaming, people are staring...OMG!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three was hiking trail day. Kelley had decided that all of us could go even the babies because it was a "paved trail". " You can bring the stoller"...and we did.&lt;br /&gt;We drove about 7 miles up the side of a mountain, get out at the top and it is like 60 degrees. I am freaking out because It was too chilly for Laney.&lt;br /&gt;We begin walking and the trail is so steep. I wanted to stay back with the stroller but Justin insists he will be able to push. People are staring, thinkin, what idiots. Were taking turns pushing. We had to stop at every bench. At that time it starts to sprinkle. I am losing it now because not only is it freezing but the kids are going to get wet. We make it to the top, and now we have to somehow make it down with the stroller. Justin again insists he can do it. It begins pouring now. The stroller is flying down the mountain. I cant even watch.&lt;br /&gt;We make it to the bottom. We are all drenched. The babies are dry as a bone..Thank God for small favors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 was Dollywood. We had a great day and Jack was loving it. I only got bitten by a giant black flying thing and Justin only fell and got a Huge bruise. The worst I have ever seen. I thought he might have to go to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while we were playing pool at the cabin, Jack busted his eye on this wooden box thing on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good trip, Jack sad bye bye at dinner one night and made the whole trip worth while. I just dont think we will be traveling again like that for atleast another year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-7650392021939069770?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/7650392021939069770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=7650392021939069770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/7650392021939069770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/7650392021939069770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-first-family-vacation.html' title='Very First Family Vacation'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-3994693833039902104</id><published>2007-06-25T11:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:02:01.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>Today is the start of a new fun filled week. &lt;br /&gt;Laney decided to begin the day oh around 5:30am, Jack slept in but was not to be undone.  He threw up for no apparent reason once we got to his KK's this morning. &lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at the pool yesterday besides the fact that I almost drowned my first born. The rain must have ran everyone off, so it was like having your own private pool.  Jack had so much fun and took in too much pool water which inturn may have triggered the throw up incident.  What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;This just in:&lt;br /&gt;Justin called me to let me know that we dodged a bullet with the pinto beans I put in the crock pot this morning.  It seems as though all of the water dried up.  Justin was able to save them just in time.  Yes this actually warranted a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-3994693833039902104?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/3994693833039902104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=3994693833039902104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/3994693833039902104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/3994693833039902104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-1601524139186363084</id><published>2007-06-17T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T16:01:26.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/RoAsq8myAVI/AAAAAAAAABs/yYczRtxNvJI/s1600-h/DSC_2519_edited_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/RoAsq8myAVI/AAAAAAAAABs/yYczRtxNvJI/s1600-h/DSC_2519_edited_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080109496008835410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/RoAsq8myAVI/AAAAAAAAABs/yYczRtxNvJI/s320/DSC_2519_edited_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg...the Birthday party was a blast. Justin and Mom did such a good job getting it all arranged. We got to hang out with some really dear friends that we dont get to see as often as we would like with the hectic schedules and all. Even though the invitations said "no gifts please" Kimberely still brought me a beautiful braclet and earrings but I think my favorite was the picture she gave me of us on Cinco de Mayo. It was so cute. Lindsay L. brought me a bottle of Resling...I'm saving it to take on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;The food was so good (Chicken Fajitas) I wish we could have that every night. The Margaritas were good too. Justin makes really good margaritas. Kelley D. brought her camera and took some great pictures. I cant wait to get them on the web for everybody to see.&lt;br /&gt;Jack espcially enjoyed the tortilla chips and sour cream. He had his very own bowl wich resulted in a second bath before bed. I am so blessed to have such wonderful family and friends in my life.Can't wait to do it again.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/RoAs7smyAWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-94U4PcywKM/s1600-h/DSC_2504_edited_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-1601524139186363084?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/1601524139186363084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=1601524139186363084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/1601524139186363084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/1601524139186363084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-birthday-party.html' title='My Birthday Party'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/RoAsq8myAVI/AAAAAAAAABs/yYczRtxNvJI/s72-c/DSC_2519_edited_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953528463990256213.post-6477768443352830181</id><published>2007-05-09T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:28:55.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well...Cinco de Mayo was fun.  A bunch of us girls and Justin got together at Two Pesos and had a blast drinking margaritas and singing karaeoke. (sp?)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I had a few to many...I dont get out much anymore since the babies and I was still home by 10pm.  I just cant hang like I used to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I think Kimberly gets the trophy for best singer.  Usually I am the kareoke queen but I wasent so much in the mood.  Not sure why.  It must be the botched singing job I did on Easter at church.  OMG!  It was awful.  I think my anxiety was worse from just having a baby.  Who knows.  I will NEVER sing again...well...maybe I will...after a few.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics to come when I get them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4953528463990256213-6477768443352830181?l=inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/feeds/6477768443352830181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4953528463990256213&amp;postID=6477768443352830181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/6477768443352830181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4953528463990256213/posts/default/6477768443352830181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inwhitneyswords.blogspot.com/2007/05/cinco-de-mayo-2007.html' title='Cinco de Mayo 2007'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15541078387145516899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MRX7UcuhkeE/SNgDnGt3c9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/WPxwUcTVjVg/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
