<?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-3486247080465764096</id><updated>2011-08-01T05:43:35.163-07:00</updated><category term='Houston Komen Race'/><category term='couch to 5K'/><category term='twitter during church'/><category term='ultrasound'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='Baton Beating'/><category term='iPhone Couch to 5K'/><category term='Race For The Cure'/><category term='church twitter'/><category term='coconut lotion'/><category term='Houston Race For The Cure'/><category term='CVS products'/><category term='Phoebe running'/><category term='bath products'/><category term='mizuno shoes'/><category term='Dr. Oz'/><category term='Susan Komen'/><category term='jogging'/><category term='umbilical cord'/><category term='coconut shower gel'/><category term='Twirler beats mugger'/><category term='cute couple'/><category term='OCD'/><category term='Older Couples in Love'/><category term='Essence of Beauth'/><title type='text'>You Wear It Well!</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Anyway, my coffee's cold and I'm getting told
That I gotta get back to work;
So when the sun goes low and you're home all alone,
Think of me and try not to laugh...and I wear it well!&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-1684958654079867990</id><published>2010-10-22T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T05:24:46.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Miss You, Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SktfP1H2UaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/U6I7OX6y6bY/s1600-h/dad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353477307622642082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SktfP1H2UaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/U6I7OX6y6bY/s320/dad3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thurston August Webb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father, Thurston August Webb ("T"), lost his battle with lung cancer in April 2010.  It has been 6 months since he died, and I still expect to see him everytime I visit my mom!  We love you and miss you, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Watching him you realize it is possible to be "regal" and "simple" at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;*He has a lot of pride, without being flashy.&lt;br /&gt;*He never does anything "half-ass".&lt;br /&gt;*He is aware of the important moments in his life that defined him or changed his course - he does not take anything or anyone for granted.&lt;br /&gt;*He learned at a young age that there are no small decisions. Everything has an outcome.&lt;br /&gt;*He played bass guitar in a country &amp; western band in Eagle Lake for many years - they were "The Western Way".&lt;br /&gt;*He does have some regrets, but none that he dwelled on or harped about. As a matter of fact, it is only now that I have learned of a them.&lt;br /&gt;*He worked at a movie theater while in High School.&lt;br /&gt;*He married Sharon Schnurpel on October 7, 1961.&lt;br /&gt;*He ponders things . . .a quality that only great people have!&lt;br /&gt;*He is proficient in math (a trait he did not pass to any of his children).&lt;br /&gt;*He is proud of his roots, simple though they may be.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves his country.&lt;br /&gt;*He served in the National Guard for 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;*He is very handsome.&lt;br /&gt;*He worked as a "Goose Guide" in Eagle Lake for many years.&lt;br /&gt;*He has three children: Jonna Gay Webb (Bowen), Sharri Kay Webb (Winn), and Troy Aubrey Webb.&lt;br /&gt;*He is a wonderful husband, father, and grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;*He recalls his entire life's history down to every last detail and year.&lt;br /&gt;*He journals (not like a diary. . but logs facts).&lt;br /&gt;*He still works and takes continuing education classes . . . by choice!&lt;br /&gt;*He is a south paw.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to talk about World War II, even though he didn't serve during that war.&lt;br /&gt;*The quality and caring of his friends speak volumes about him.&lt;br /&gt;*He has beautiful handwriting! :o)&lt;br /&gt;*He appreciates people with a good work ethic.&lt;br /&gt;*He is a wonderful dancer!&lt;br /&gt;*He plays the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;*He accidentally shot himself in the leg the day after his first date with Sharon. (She jokes that he went out with her, and shot himself the next day!)&lt;br /&gt;*He takes care of his belongings.&lt;br /&gt;*He is a carpenter.&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone calls him "T".&lt;br /&gt;*His handle is/was Soldering Iron! (How cool is he!)&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone respects him.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves poker, golf, bird hunting, music and history.&lt;br /&gt;*He and his sister still "hang out" as often as they can.&lt;br /&gt;*He has awesome hair!&lt;br /&gt;*He only wears shirts with a pocket - preferably on the left side.&lt;br /&gt;*He was a volunteer firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;*He laughs out loud at the old Looney Tune cartoons (Chip &amp;amp; Dale, Roadrunner &amp;amp; Coyote, etc)&lt;br /&gt;*John Wayne is his favorite actor.&lt;br /&gt;*His parents were Cora and Leland Webb. His sisters are Rosemary Spell and Cora Lee Bishop.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves God and his church.&lt;br /&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/3486247080465764096-1684958654079867990?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1684958654079867990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=1684958654079867990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1684958654079867990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1684958654079867990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-miss-you-daddy.html' title='We Miss You, Daddy!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SktfP1H2UaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/U6I7OX6y6bY/s72-c/dad3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-6049298834696146402</id><published>2009-11-24T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T05:50:07.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couch to 5K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone Couch to 5K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoebe running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mizuno shoes'/><title type='text'>Let's Try This AGAIN!!</title><content type='html'>It has been almost 6 months since I sprained my ankle. Not only was it PAINFUL, it was devastating. I had just begun the "Couch to 5K" running program and I was doing REALLY GOOD! As a matter of fact, I specifically remember that the split second before I fell and twisted my ankle, I was SMILING while I ran. Uggg. So, I think my ankle is sufficiently hilled to start running again. I love the COUCH to 5K program and couldn't wait to begin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couch to 5K is an interval running program in which you slowly build up to running 5K, using walking and running intervals and gradually increasing the amount of time you run. Before, I would have my IPhone with me and use the stopwatch feature on it in order to know when to walk or run. It was "okay" but I wasn't able to really just enjoy the run and my music. LUCKILY, I found this nifty new Couch to 5K iPhone application... it is by Felt Tip, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407664745340936498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/Swvib1JzITI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tr-B-SZY9nc/s320/couch25k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply turn your music on, then you switch to the application and press start. A male or female voice very briefly interrupts your music to tell you when to run or walk...then your music comes back on. NO MORE STARING at the stopwatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started yesterday and it felt great. Of course, my awesome new Mizuno running shoes helped alot! (LOVE THEM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407665124466170514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/Swvix5gTGpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ISu7TFv9YlI/s320/mizuno2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will let you know how the program goes. I'm not asking you to be impressed....because believe me, I still resemble PHOEBE when I go for a jog. It ain't pretty...but it sure is fun &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6S3rz-CYh_o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6S3rz-CYh_o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-6049298834696146402?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6049298834696146402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=6049298834696146402' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/6049298834696146402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/6049298834696146402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s Try This AGAIN!!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/Swvib1JzITI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tr-B-SZY9nc/s72-c/couch25k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-3163872036317189507</id><published>2009-11-09T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:28:42.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I don't have anything else prepared...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;... I'll revert back to my old standby, Random Facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Honor of Some Chics I Know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402327101406974386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/Svjr4D_UEbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/q5GGZ2KZi6U/s320/rabies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RABIES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;•All mammals can get rabies, but viral reservoirs are found in carnivores (foxes, dogs, cats) and bats&lt;br /&gt;•Some mammals with rabies become terrified of water&lt;br /&gt;•More people die from dog attacks than from rabies each year&lt;br /&gt;•No one survives from rabies once there are clinical symptoms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-3163872036317189507?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3163872036317189507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=3163872036317189507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/3163872036317189507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/3163872036317189507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-i-dont-have-anything-else.html' title='Because I don&apos;t have anything else prepared...'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/Svjr4D_UEbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/q5GGZ2KZi6U/s72-c/rabies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-1064867034774793270</id><published>2009-10-23T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:28:20.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume Shops</title><content type='html'>Hand's down...my favorite place to shop is a Halloween Costume Shop!  I go in and just get lost in my own little fantasy world!  I've been to Halloween Express twice now, and to Party Boy once, and each time I go I end up staying for an hour or two.  I am that person who tries on tons of costumes just because it is fun!  My favorite this year that I tried on is a tie between the "Swiss Alps" girl with long blonde braids and the crazy Mexican Mental Chic I threw together on my own!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-1064867034774793270?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1064867034774793270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=1064867034774793270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1064867034774793270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1064867034774793270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/10/costume-shops.html' title='Costume Shops'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-5007882704133875078</id><published>2009-08-27T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:54:19.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People on this Blog are Smarter than they Appear!</title><content type='html'>Try to follow me here...cuz i'm laugh-typing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, on Monday I did a post on Facebook that said something like..."Good Luck to all the kids starting school today!  Have a great day! xoxoxoxo"  I got back the usual "thumbs up" and "Yay" replies.  But my last reply was from LOGAN (my friend Shirley's son who is, like, 12 or 13 years old.  He wrote &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What do Oxes have to do with anything?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?  I don't get it...so I go back and read my post again trying to decipher his response.  Nope, no off-handed or unintentional YAK or Bovine references?!?!?  Of course...then I remember that Logan is just so FUNNY and quirky that his response is probably a Random thing that wasn't meant to make any sense at all!  YES, That's It. (Did I mention that I re-read my post about 15 times?!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO, never to be outdone in the random quirkiness department, I go to Logan's Facebook wall and write my "Oh so clever" reply:  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Oh, Oxes Have To Do With EVERYTHING!"  (Teeheeeheee....my random comeback rocks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was talking to Shirley (Clever Kid's mom) and I tell her about the whole stress of replying to her son's post.  She agrees that it is probably just a random thought from his MTV brain and that there was no meaning behind it! LOL (Yes, I know I have speant WAY too much time on the OX sentence!"  So I don't give it another thought (until bedtime and I'm laying there trying to come up with random animal quotes to type under his next status update...like one of my favorites.."Lip Shrimp Don't Lie" or "A Duck is Worth More!" or maybe "A llama would agree!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I get to work and there is an email from Shirley entitled "Logan's Facebook".  Her emails reads: So, I know why he said "what do oxes have to do with anything?"  &lt;strong&gt;it's because you wrote "xoxoxo." &lt;/strong&gt;  Duuuh.  (If you figured it out in the first sentence of this post...I don't really care to hear about it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan, you are too cool for school...and I'm the lame old goober!  (A llama would agree!)  I'll leave it at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-5007882704133875078?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5007882704133875078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=5007882704133875078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/5007882704133875078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/5007882704133875078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/08/people-on-this-blog-are-smarter-than.html' title='People on this Blog are Smarter than they Appear!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-1764536518214634619</id><published>2009-07-01T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T05:55:22.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I'm putting together a page to keep everyone updated on my dad.  Hopefully I can get it up and running shortly!  Finding free time is rather difficult lately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-1764536518214634619?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1764536518214634619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=1764536518214634619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1764536518214634619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1764536518214634619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-6371744470471923778</id><published>2009-06-30T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T06:19:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thurston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;THURSTON AUGUST WEBB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353109687442837522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SkoQ5hO7kBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/S_aWSr7g4Lg/s320/dad3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; *Watching him you realize it is possible to be "regal" and "simple" at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;*He has a lot of pride, without being flashy.&lt;br /&gt;*He never does anything "half-ass".&lt;br /&gt;*He is aware of the important moments in his life that defined him or changed his course - he does not take anything or anyone for granted.&lt;br /&gt;*He learned at a young age that there are no small decisions. Everything has an outcome.&lt;br /&gt;*He does have some regrets, but none that he dwelled on or harped about. As a matter of fact, it is only now that I have learned of a them.&lt;br /&gt;*He played Bass Guitar in a country &amp; western band in Eagle Lake for many years - "The Western Way".&lt;br /&gt;*He worked at a movie theater while in High School.&lt;br /&gt;*He married Sharon Schnurpel on October 7, 1961.&lt;br /&gt;*He ponders things . . .a quality that only great people have!&lt;br /&gt;*He is proficient in math (a trait he did not pass to any of his children).&lt;br /&gt;*He is proud of his roots, simple though they may be.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves his country.&lt;br /&gt;*He served in the National Guard for 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;*He is very handsome.&lt;br /&gt;*He worked as a "Goose Guide" in Eagle Lake for many years.&lt;br /&gt;*He has three children: Jonna Gay Webb (Bowen), Sharri Kay Webb (Winn), and Troy Aubrey Webb.&lt;br /&gt;*He is a wonderful husband, father, and grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;*He recalls his entire life's history down to every last detail and year.&lt;br /&gt;*He journals (not like a diary. . but logs facts).&lt;br /&gt;*He still works and takes continuing education classes . . . by choice!&lt;br /&gt;*He is a south paw.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves to talk about World War II, even though he didn't serve during that war.&lt;br /&gt;*The quality and caring of his friends speak volumes about him.&lt;br /&gt;*He has beautiful handwriting! :o)&lt;br /&gt;*He appreciates people with a good work ethic.&lt;br /&gt;*He is a wonderful dancer!&lt;br /&gt;*He plays the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;*He accidentally shot himself in the leg the day after his first date with Sharon. (She jokes that he went out with her, and shot himself the next day!)&lt;br /&gt;*He takes care of his belongings.&lt;br /&gt;*He is a carpenter.&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone calls him "T".&lt;br /&gt;*His handle is/was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soldering Iron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (How cool is he!)&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone respects him.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves poker, golf, bird hunting, music and history.&lt;br /&gt;*He and his sister still "hang out" as often as they can.&lt;br /&gt;*He has awesome hair!&lt;br /&gt;*He only wears shirts with a pocket - preferably on the left side.&lt;br /&gt;*He was a volunteer firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;*He laughs out loud at the old Looney Tune cartoons (Chip &amp;amp; Dale, Roadrunner &amp;amp; Coyote, etc)&lt;br /&gt;*John Wayne is his favorite actor.&lt;br /&gt;*His parents were Cora and Leland Webb. His sisters are Rosemary Spell and Cora Lee Bishop.&lt;br /&gt;*He loves God and his church.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353456905666556594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SktMsR6d8rI/AAAAAAAAAOI/muUciNYfFxA/s320/dad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353456904416497522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SktMsNQbj3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/mrNVMp484wc/s320/dad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-6371744470471923778?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6371744470471923778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=6371744470471923778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/6371744470471923778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/6371744470471923778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/06/thurston.html' title='Thurston'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SkoQ5hO7kBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/S_aWSr7g4Lg/s72-c/dad3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-3663789188270042834</id><published>2009-05-21T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:30:17.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitars and Evan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ShWdPXJQpNI/AAAAAAAAANs/mSDKgzaxyWE/s1600-h/kidslake13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338345820554044626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ShWdPXJQpNI/AAAAAAAAANs/mSDKgzaxyWE/s320/kidslake13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, while watching American Idol, the whole family was Jammin' out to some KISS!! Evan loved my awesome Air Guitar action and, in his ADORABLE little peanut-head voice said, "Hey Mom, Pick me up and Play me like a GUITAR!! (Pronounced Geeh-Tahr!!). After a brief pause due to the fact that he weighs probably 50 lbs, I said, "Okay, but dude, like, i will have to rest you on my knee or something because picking you up is like picking up a 50-pound child with a big head!" He told me he would be "light" and then he laid on the floor on his side and put one arm and leg in the air, and I HOISTED him up ................ and I played the crap outta him!! We sounded AWESOME! (insert Rock and Roll Fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterwards I was thinking....it would be so cool if more guitars looked just like Evan!!??!! They would be all smiling up at you and looking at you like you were a cool rock chick (or dude). Then when you were done playing your gig, you could just treat it like a stuffed animal and snuggle up with it! That would be awesome!!! It makes me want to learn to play the guitar just thinking about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-3663789188270042834?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3663789188270042834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=3663789188270042834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/3663789188270042834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/3663789188270042834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/05/guitars-and-evan.html' title='Guitars and Evan!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ShWdPXJQpNI/AAAAAAAAANs/mSDKgzaxyWE/s72-c/kidslake13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-8588306949547721637</id><published>2009-05-15T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:59:50.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultrasound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umbilical cord'/><title type='text'>An Umbilical Cord?  Seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I know this is not "family stuff", but I had to share!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got an email from a friend who is pregnant. She just had her third ultrasound and they still can't tell the sex of the baby because IT is being "modest". She says, (and I'm quoting from her email). . . &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This time the baby's heel was in the way the whole time and the doctor could not see a thing (after first thinking it was a boy, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but that turned out to be umbilical cord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Isn't an umbilical cord, like, really long and just a tad bit thick? I remember seeing the umbilical cord in my ultrasound images and thinking that somehow my daughter had found some balloon animals to play with during the long wait. I also recall the ultrasound with Evan which revealed his little TURTLE! See the difference here...it looked like a itsy bitsy little turtle. I've never seen a baby turtle and thought, "Hey look at that umbilical cord! Oh wait, that's a baby turtle. My mistake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, if she is truly having a boy...I think that it would be awesome for him to have a "Umbilical-Ish" turtle!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-8588306949547721637?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8588306949547721637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=8588306949547721637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/8588306949547721637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/8588306949547721637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/05/umbilical-cord-seriously.html' title='An Umbilical Cord?  Seriously?'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-7390970722764126106</id><published>2009-05-14T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:14:07.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Quite A Green Thumb...But I'll Take It!</title><content type='html'>Lookie! In one corner of my front flowerbed, I planted several different types of bulb plants and other plants that "I wasn't so sure about". Every year they come back, with no effort from me, and for a very brief period of time I feel like Mother Nature!!! Here is a photo of the Asian Lilies that dutifully come back every year. Right now, there are even more flowers on each plant, but my camera battery is dead and I want to post it now!!  We call these "Fairie Lilies"!  Can't you just see a beautiful little fairy sitting on the petal!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335881989025669554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SgzcZfdHobI/AAAAAAAAANM/77WdwAx-eok/s320/DSCN1593.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Gladiolas are starting to bloom too, so I will post photos of them soon. I wish they lasted longer, because they really are AMAZING! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, while I'm not a huge fan of Yard Art...I must share my two "garden statues" that make me smile. They are solar powered, so the frog belly shines green at night, and the elephant is blue. Hey...at least it isn't a Pink Flamingo with Sunglasses!?!?!?!?!? Honestly, the frog is for my backyard (once I finish working on it) and the elephant is in my front bed!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335882804670056850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SgzdI995SZI/AAAAAAAAANU/Bu-Pjs_yE3s/s320/DSCN1596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335882808981380466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SgzdJOBy3XI/AAAAAAAAANc/NUv1gV2mha4/s320/DSCN1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have never loved gardening (because I'm not very good at it). But I think I am giving it another try. My lemon drop tree has about 15 fruit on it right now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-7390970722764126106?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7390970722764126106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=7390970722764126106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7390970722764126106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7390970722764126106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-quite-green-thumbbut-ill-take-it.html' title='Not Quite A Green Thumb...But I&apos;ll Take It!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SgzcZfdHobI/AAAAAAAAANM/77WdwAx-eok/s72-c/DSCN1593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-2971216476949055606</id><published>2009-05-13T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:31:16.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise Not To Laugh At Them Again!</title><content type='html'>I'm Guilty!! Guilty of CRACKING UP when I see the contestants on "The Biggest Loser", during their first week or 2, throwing up while exercising, almost passing out, and looking completely pitiful. Never again. I have experienced first-hand something that I think is probably similar to what they must be feeling. YES, I started a Boot Camp yesterday. Two Words for you...HOLY CRAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my FRIEND (I use the term lightly today) Amy started the day before I did and told me in a very "bored" voice that this bootcamp "definitely isn't Navy Seals; it is more like Suburban Housewife Bootcamp." Okay, I'm thinking....I'll give it a try, but if it is Lame I will just quit and find a tougher one. (Of course, this is my SAME friend who told me that in addition to taking a yoga mat and hand weights to class, that everyone there wore Leg Warmers!!!) She never even cracked when telling this to me. Thank goodness there was NO WAY I was going to do that, having been a product of the 80s and having MANY old photos to look back on to see just how I looked wearing those awesome accessories. I got to class excited to see the morons wearing leg warmers. NOT ONE. Thank goodness I didn't go along with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335363372132177042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SgsEuA-RlJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Tgl1NAjO194/s320/MotsLegWarmers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not only was the class VERY tough, but of the 7 people there with me, I would rate myself as #6 or #7 as far as "good shape". Let me state, however, for the record: Everyone else had already been in this program at least 2 weeks. SO THERE! I must have looked like death warmed over, because the trainer/coach/dude Jeff kept asking me, "are you okay? Slow down if you feel you need to!" To which I replied, each time, "(Gasp) (Wheeze)I Good (Spit Wheeze).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335363979806032546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SgsFRYvAwqI/AAAAAAAAANE/Xl50kHH2hm0/s320/exhausted.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully today will be a better day. After all, the extreme soreness that is radiating through my legs will surely turn into complete loss of all sensations by this afternoon...so I won't even feel the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-2971216476949055606?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2971216476949055606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=2971216476949055606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/2971216476949055606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/2971216476949055606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-promise-not-to-laugh-at-them-again.html' title='I Promise Not To Laugh At Them Again!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SgsEuA-RlJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Tgl1NAjO194/s72-c/MotsLegWarmers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-5602147679404432317</id><published>2009-05-11T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:01:50.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It A Rock....Or A Fossil?</title><content type='html'>I definitely will start paying more attention to the rocks and stones I happily hop over when I'm hanging out by the river! Who KNEW rocks could be so much fun! Apparently, my brother knows! Check out this TIT-I-Lating find! He was looking for arrowheads and won the BONUS prize!!   I mean, seriously. . . it is almost TOO perfect! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334766918079092754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SgjmP0ecGBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/W6u2oE51oMQ/s320/titrock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I jokingly told him it is probably a FOSSIL.  Hmmm, I wonder if we count the "rings" will be able to tell her age?  Oh wait...that is a tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-5602147679404432317?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5602147679404432317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=5602147679404432317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/5602147679404432317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/5602147679404432317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-rockor-fossil.html' title='Is It A Rock....Or A Fossil?'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SgjmP0ecGBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/W6u2oE51oMQ/s72-c/titrock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-3887882778415307062</id><published>2009-05-10T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:50:08.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Texas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SgeSQV89dLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7CzyjZvhrs8/s1600-h/bullhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334393093112034482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SgeSQV89dLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7CzyjZvhrs8/s200/bullhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me take a moment and share with you a photo I took with my I-Phone today!! As I drove down FM 529 headed to visit my mother, I wondered, "Hmmmm, what is that in the back of that truck?" It was far ahead of me and at first I actually thought it was a sofa. Then as I got closer, thought "No, it's not a sofa, I think it is some sort of machine". Closer still..."Wait a minute, that sure looks like a HORN!?!?!" OH MY! Yes, that IS A HORN! As I realize that what I'm seeing is the horn of a bull..and the snout of a bull...I'm wondering how this bull could have such a huge head and still fit in the back of that truck. Ooooh, now I get it. There is no BODY. It is a huge bull head. I have so many awesome thoughts in my head as to where this man would be headed with his prized bull head!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334393181534426610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SgeSVfWgFfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/w9QFI1YH1bE/s320/bullhead2.jpg" border="0" /&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/3486247080465764096-3887882778415307062?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3887882778415307062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=3887882778415307062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/3887882778415307062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/3887882778415307062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-in-texas.html' title='Only in Texas!!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SgeSQV89dLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7CzyjZvhrs8/s72-c/bullhead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-612477922973567320</id><published>2009-05-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:28:55.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Older Couples in Love'/><title type='text'>That ADORABLE Older Couple!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/Sf-yM0VjweI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_Rzy4jD1-Ug/s1600-h/oldcouple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332176417107198434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/Sf-yM0VjweI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_Rzy4jD1-Ug/s320/oldcouple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the one . . . you find yourself smiling everytime you see them, knowing that they are totally "in sync" with each other, and completely love one another unconditionally. I am fortunate to have just such a couple living a couple of houses down from me. They are not too old, only in their mid-to-late 60s I'd guess.   They are so sweet, and LOVE their yard and visiting with everyone, and each of them is just so proud of the other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this couple has the CUTEST routine EVER! We live in one of those subdivisions that doesn't let you have a mailbox at your home, so you have to walk around the corner or down the street to one of those HIDEOUS metal postal boxes that you use a key to open. The mailbox is only the equivolent of about two house-lengths for me, so I'd say it is 4 houses down from the "cute couple". Everyday, they get into his pick-up truck together and drive to the mailbox and get the mail, then drive back to their house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE THEM!!!&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/3486247080465764096-612477922973567320?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/612477922973567320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=612477922973567320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/612477922973567320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/612477922973567320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-adorable-older-couple.html' title='That ADORABLE Older Couple!!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/Sf-yM0VjweI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_Rzy4jD1-Ug/s72-c/oldcouple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-7299784189999115879</id><published>2009-05-04T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:39:10.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Everyone Else Get Taller???</title><content type='html'>When Did This Happen?? Admittedly, I am "short" by most standards...but I'm not a midget! I am 5'4" and all my life I've had a "somewhat" hard time finding stylish jeans to fit me. HOWEVER, it was usually do to my hip*waist*leg Ratio. (Large hips, small waist, short legs). For the past few years, however...it is all about finding jeans that don't go past by toes by 4-5 inches it seems. Of course, at first it seemed like just a few of the high-end jeans were like that (and I figured that was just because Super Models were the only people who could afford those jeans). So, then I made sure that I was only buying brands that offered "Regular" or "Tall", with Your's Truly being "REGULAR"! NOW..seriously...there is no way I can buy regular. If the store doesn't offer SHORT (or as The Gap likes to label them.."ANKLE") I'm SOL! ANKLE?? Seriously?? Am I wearing pants with my heels, that a "Regular" person would wear as Pedal Pushers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate, in the next 5-10 years I will just be buying Bermuda Shorts (in denim of course). Hopefully, they will be alot cheaper and easier to find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think this chic is wearing some "Short" jeans that are my length!?!?!?!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331947215840649778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/Sf7hvjFQojI/AAAAAAAAAMU/z-1KDyC7NHs/s320/012mk40913a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-7299784189999115879?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7299784189999115879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=7299784189999115879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7299784189999115879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7299784189999115879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/05/did-everyone-else-get-taller.html' title='Did Everyone Else Get Taller???'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/Sf7hvjFQojI/AAAAAAAAAMU/z-1KDyC7NHs/s72-c/012mk40913a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-1903719072429315134</id><published>2009-05-03T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:53:06.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/Sf5h9SPWiMI/AAAAAAAAAME/R-LaK7SBw6k/s1600-h/evan-touchup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331806714349390018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/Sf5h9SPWiMI/AAAAAAAAAME/R-LaK7SBw6k/s320/evan-touchup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to share, because it is just so hard to get a really good photo of my sweet little Ninja....unless you have a high-speed camera. He is always on the move!! Here is my handsome man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-1903719072429315134?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1903719072429315134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=1903719072429315134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1903719072429315134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1903719072429315134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-evan.html' title='My Little Man!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/Sf5h9SPWiMI/AAAAAAAAAME/R-LaK7SBw6k/s72-c/evan-touchup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-872118188090572301</id><published>2009-05-03T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:38:13.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter during church'/><title type='text'>This Explains a LOT!</title><content type='html'>This would explain a lot of the followers on Twitter I've recently received!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1895463,00.html"&gt;Twitter in Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-872118188090572301?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/872118188090572301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=872118188090572301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/872118188090572301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/872118188090572301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-explains-lot.html' title='This Explains a LOT!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-3844549956938066329</id><published>2009-05-02T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:15:41.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baton Beating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twirler beats mugger'/><title type='text'>Now That is What I Call A "HEAD TWIRLER!"</title><content type='html'>Just saw this on the CNN website!  Doesn't it just give you the warm-fuzzies to see a High School Twirler "start waling" on a mugger!  I LOVE LOVE LOVE it!!  I hope she was wearing her majorette uniform when she did it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/js/2.0/video/evp/module.js?loc=dom&amp;vid=/video/bestoftv/2009/05/01/mxp.baton.defense.cnn" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Embedded video from &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/video"&gt;CNN Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-3844549956938066329?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3844549956938066329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=3844549956938066329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/3844549956938066329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/3844549956938066329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-that-is-what-i-call-head-twirler.html' title='Now That is What I Call A &quot;HEAD TWIRLER!&quot;'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-6487916874311412636</id><published>2009-04-27T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:17:14.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Photos - Demo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Had the kids photos taken on Easter Sunday! While I do not have the photos taken by the photographer yet, Jonna was nice enough to grab a few fleeting shots of the kiddos with her camera! If this is what she was able to get just playing around...I can't wait to see the "p&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SfWvuKdEBHI/AAAAAAAAALs/IY60yIe6ZTo/s1600-h/KidsLake1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329358941677945970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SfWvuKdEBHI/AAAAAAAAALs/IY60yIe6ZTo/s200/KidsLake1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ro" shots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SfWvuT8YwYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KToRbHiMJ5I/s1600-h/kidslake3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329358944225247618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SfWvuT8YwYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KToRbHiMJ5I/s200/kidslake3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SfWvuCtSG7I/AAAAAAAAALk/KsYeMn5cbYs/s1600-h/kidslake2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329358939598494642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SfWvuCtSG7I/AAAAAAAAALk/KsYeMn5cbYs/s200/kidslake2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SfWwLyh6kzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KqYPdPPZ6mU/s1600-h/kidslake4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329359450651923250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SfWwLyh6kzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KqYPdPPZ6mU/s200/kidslake4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-6487916874311412636?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6487916874311412636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=6487916874311412636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/6487916874311412636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/6487916874311412636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-photos-demo.html' title='Easter Photos - Demo!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SfWvuKdEBHI/AAAAAAAAALs/IY60yIe6ZTo/s72-c/KidsLake1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-5726865682644307589</id><published>2009-02-25T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T05:57:30.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I know....</title><content type='html'>...it is time to update my blog.  Well, I'm not doing it now, so SORRY! LOL  I just wanted to change the title until I do have time to write something meaningful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end by saying that, while jogging last night, Evan was riding his bike with me and told me, "Come on Woman...I know you can do better than that!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-5726865682644307589?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5726865682644307589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=5726865682644307589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/5726865682644307589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/5726865682644307589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-i-know.html' title='Yes, I know....'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-6712171507063366655</id><published>2009-01-26T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:12:29.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Half Way There!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SX3RS_9fvII/AAAAAAAAALU/FpO7E5n2obw/s1600-h/fitness-mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295618861194787970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SX3RS_9fvII/AAAAAAAAALU/FpO7E5n2obw/s200/fitness-mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been a month and a half since I decided I needed to DROP AND GIVE YOU 10!!!  I am over half way there...having officially lost SIX LBS!!  (Some days the scale says 7, some days it says 5, but most of the time it is at 6!)  I attribute most of my success to my financial diet, i.e. brown-bagging it to the office!  But, I have slowly but surely started to get more active, including putting myself back on the exercise bike.  I hesitate to say I will start the 30-day-Shred YET AGAIN this week...because I've started and stopped twice.  So, i've done the 8-day shred and the 13-day shred.  (I'm almost to 30, right!?!?!?!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the cool thing is that my clothes are loose, and...of all things...my BOOTS are loose around my calves.  For those of you lucky chicks with bird legs, you wouldn't understand.  But to me, this is a nice little PERK!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-6712171507063366655?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6712171507063366655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=6712171507063366655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/6712171507063366655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/6712171507063366655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/over-half-way-there.html' title='Over Half Way There!!!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SX3RS_9fvII/AAAAAAAAALU/FpO7E5n2obw/s72-c/fitness-mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-2349832257580959769</id><published>2009-01-22T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:54:59.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GET A GRIP!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Okay, this is "Mommy Brag Time!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I'm so proud of Sunshine Girl. She started taking tennis lessons at Huber Tennis Ranch in September, just about 4 months ago. She is in the beginner class, along with about 20-25 other kids ranging in age from about 5 to 10 years old. The Ranch started a new program that is similar to the belt program in Karate/Judo. But instead of "belts" it is "Grips", with the lowest being a White Grip...the best being Black Grip. Whatever level you achieve, you get grip tape put on your racket in that color. (The coaches can just look at your racket and know what skills you have achieved and what you need to work on).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The entire class was tested last week. We found out last night that my girl made &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orange Grip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; She completely skipped over white and gold. She is the only student in her class that achieved that level! I can't believe how she has taken to tennis. She really is a natural! I'm so proud of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I love tennis...it is one of the few sports that you can continue actually playing most of your life! And best of all, Joe and I can play tennis with her!! (Unlike when she was in gymnastics! LOL) Here is my girl in action...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294117042567648834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SXh7ZpmWFkI/AAAAAAAAALE/Kxe1ZUEDw04/s200/tennis2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294116919315598594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SXh7SecxDQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rbn8uhk30Zc/s200/tennis1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-2349832257580959769?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2349832257580959769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=2349832257580959769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/2349832257580959769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/2349832257580959769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-grip.html' title='GET A GRIP!!!!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SXh7ZpmWFkI/AAAAAAAAALE/Kxe1ZUEDw04/s72-c/tennis2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-7309938275352368664</id><published>2009-01-15T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:56:35.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are Funny!</title><content type='html'>I know i'm biased (aren't we all) about how funny our kids are. But just some of the very little things they say when they aren't trying to be funny CRACK me up. These are some of the little tidbits yesterday from the kids. If they aren't funny to you..that is because you are dull and lame! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine:&lt;br /&gt;We were working on plurals and possessives. I got out the dry-erase board and drew a stick figure. I wrote "Girl" under it. Then I asked her to give the girl a name, as we were going to write sentences about her. She named her stick figure &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"CHARLENE". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That just really struck me as funny. I laughed as we wrote sentences about "Charlene's hair".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja:&lt;br /&gt;EW was trying to decide between taking Tai Kwan Do (aka KARATE!!) and playing baseball. He decided he would do Karate.......but he wanted me to find out if he could wear shoes when he broke the boards with his feet!! LMAO He is so ambitious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-7309938275352368664?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7309938275352368664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=7309938275352368664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7309938275352368664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7309938275352368664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids-are-funny.html' title='Kids are Funny!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-8152977944523217541</id><published>2009-01-13T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:33:30.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Weight-Loss Plan I've Found!!!</title><content type='html'>Financial Distress!  (Or as I like to call it...the "Pauper's Eating Plan").    Just by taking my lunch (sandwich or leftovers) to save money, I've lost a few pounds in just 2 weeks!  So, at least one good thing can come of this crisis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-8152977944523217541?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8152977944523217541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=8152977944523217541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/8152977944523217541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/8152977944523217541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-weight-loss-plan-ive-found.html' title='The Best Weight-Loss Plan I&apos;ve Found!!!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-4803989486427159278</id><published>2008-12-29T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:19:11.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Christmas!</title><content type='html'>This is late...but I was waiting on photos (which I NEVER got!) So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is always awesome, and until this year I didn't think it could get any better! We have some pretty steadfast traditions for the holidays in my family. . . Christmas Eve at my parents', FAJITAS for dinner, candlelight services at the Lutheran Church, then spend the rest of the evening opening presents, PLAYING with presents, playing games and stuffing ourselves with dessert! I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several years, one of our newer traditions has been that my neice Shaina (sometimes accompanied by Summer) sings a Christmas song, while Roney plays the piano. Since we were having Christmas at Jonna's house this year, and since Jonna has no piano, Shaina asked Paw (my dad) if he could play his guitar for her while she sang!! He happily agreed and dug out the old guitar to begin practicing. I guess after strumming a bit my dad realized how much he missed playing. (He was in a country &amp;amp; western band when I was a little girl, and played his guitar often!) He went out and purchased a new guitar...a pretty new RED guitar...and worked up a handful of Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaina sang Silver Bells, and then we all sang for the rest of the evening. When we ran out of Christmas songs, it was a free-for-all! We sang a little Freddy Fender, some Elvis, Three Dog Night...and The St. Louis Blues (whoever sings that!?!?!?!) I'm pretty sure a new tradition has been started. (At least it has if I have anything to say about it!!) What a BLAST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-4803989486427159278?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4803989486427159278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=4803989486427159278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/4803989486427159278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/4803989486427159278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-christmas.html' title='A Great Christmas!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-8692197129523029581</id><published>2008-12-10T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T06:06:53.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Oz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah'/><title type='text'>Okay Oprah, Sometimes You Gotta Draw The Line!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SUAQr3DGgYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/X6ir7Om69_c/s1600-h/droz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278237108975600002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SUAQr3DGgYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/X6ir7Om69_c/s200/droz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I am a HUGE Dr. Oz fan. I love to listen to him explaining ANYTHING to me about health and the body. I record Oprah often just so I can watch my Dr. Oz segments. So, yesterday I had a few minutes to kill and checked my Oprah recordings. "Ah HA!" There was a Dr. Oz segment about OCD. Sounds interesting. TRY DISGUSTING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;To make a long story short, this "OCD Expert" took six people who suffer from various forms of OCD to a "retreat" to cure them of this awful condition in three days. His method is, basically, "extreme" treatment in a short period of time. Throw their worst fears at them times 1000. Dr. Oz accompanied them, but mainly an observer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the patients had the type of OCD that involves fear of germs, bacteria, etc. Okay...so when he made them all put their hands on the floor and then lick their fingers, it was kinda weird, but I could kinda wrap my brain around it. Then when this "expert" takes one man into the bathroom (because the man has a severe aversion to toilets, among other things) and makes him touch the toilet in the cabin and lick his fingers, I'm totally grossed out. I tell myself . . . "well, I would never do that, but if it cures this man okay. They probably cleaned the toilets first, right?" But my stomach is turning little flips by this time. (By the way, the man DOES lick his fingers).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Fast forward to the alley in a seedy part of town where there are open Dumpsters with God only knows WHAT coated on them inside and out. I KNEW in my heart what was going to happen next, but. . . surely not!?!? By this time, I'm watching the show as if it were a horror flick, peeking between my fingers, praying i'm wrong. Sure enough, he makes them put their hands flat against the inside of the dumpsters, take them out, and then lick them. HELLOOOOO! I can't pretend to know what that condition is like, and if it worked for them and they are all cured, that ROCKS . . . but that was freakin' disgusting and when it was all over I felt like I might make a trip to the bathroom myself! (Without touching the toilet or licking my hands!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could they not have done a little bit of editing to include something else BESIDES all of the licking. For God's sake, they were at the cabin THREE days. Surely you could have filled in some of the time with something a little less revolting. My thoughts are that this particular episode should have gone on the back shelf in the film room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-8692197129523029581?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8692197129523029581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=8692197129523029581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/8692197129523029581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/8692197129523029581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-oprah-sometimes-you-gotta-draw.html' title='Okay Oprah, Sometimes You Gotta Draw The Line!!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SUAQr3DGgYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/X6ir7Om69_c/s72-c/droz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-7920819339990873439</id><published>2008-12-09T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:47:40.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a THESPIAN Among Us . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ST8z04rhyxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-kvxJneS7og/s1600-h/RoneysCamera2+236.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277994271962680082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ST8z04rhyxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-kvxJneS7og/s320/RoneysCamera2+236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. . and SHAINA is her name! All those years in PJ's and performing for the family seemed to have served Shaina well. The Rice High School Drama Club's presentation of TREASURE ISLAND was a huge success, with Shaina Gayle Bowen starring in the lead as Jim Hawkins. How she memorized ALL of those lines (as well as everyone else's) is beyond me. All I know, is that her performance was flawless, she was beautiful (umm...I mean HANDSOME), and the play was complete entertainment. It was also so funny to see Shaina and her buddy Caleb (a/k/a BEN GUNN) getting to act a little silly together. Way to go, Shaina! We are so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more photos from the great evening!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ST823jJKwrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lnGaM1gTGis/s1600-h/RoneysCamera2+224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277997616255910578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ST823jJKwrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lnGaM1gTGis/s200/RoneysCamera2+224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ST824Df826I/AAAAAAAAAJs/VprI6FTlHnc/s1600-h/RoneysCamera2+233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277997624941403042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ST824Df826I/AAAAAAAAAJs/VprI6FTlHnc/s200/RoneysCamera2+233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ST825E1kMtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7xn6BzWnxFc/s1600-h/RoneysCamera2+225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277997642480366290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ST825E1kMtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7xn6BzWnxFc/s200/RoneysCamera2+225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ST824cFDJRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kGjqfzbyCaI/s1600-h/RoneysCamera2+235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277997631539455250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ST824cFDJRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kGjqfzbyCaI/s200/RoneysCamera2+235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ST824Y6kJOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Y3U9XPaS_6Q/s1600-h/RoneysCamera2+237.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-7920819339990873439?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7920819339990873439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=7920819339990873439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7920819339990873439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7920819339990873439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-thespian-among-us.html' title='There&apos;s a THESPIAN Among Us . . .'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/ST8z04rhyxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-kvxJneS7og/s72-c/RoneysCamera2+236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-1631169890760517335</id><published>2008-12-06T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:43:45.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race For The Cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston Komen Race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston Race For The Cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan Komen'/><title type='text'>CHEER for the CURE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/STsOguJ56uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XfwNQk9dvg8/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276827343702846178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/STsOguJ56uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XfwNQk9dvg8/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/STsBucFHFyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wj0wi5g6p4o/s1600-h/15.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I didn't expect this year to be much different than years past...but BOY was it! For several years now Summer and I have signed up as volunteers, along with some of her Girlscout friends, at the Susan Komen Race for the Cure. It is always fun, and I always walk away feeling like we contributed to an extremely worthy cause. However. . . THIS WAS &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; YEAR. Something *clicked*, and Summer &lt;em&gt;Got It.&lt;/em&gt; How truly awesome it is to see your little girl succumb to the full reality of what this event, and more specifically..this disease...means to millions of people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Summer and I met up with Michelle and Julia Robison and Donna and Carrie Knigge at 6 a.m. We stood in the Target parking lot and spray-painted the girls' hair pink, divided up our "pink goods" among the 3 girls, went through Chick-Fil-A for breakfast, and headed downtown. I have to say. . . Our Three Little Groupies were the HIT of the event. Everyone who saw them asked them to be in pictures with them. I swear. . they were probably stopped and asked to pose for well over 100 photos. (They got &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;good at it after awhile!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This year we were signed up to help with the "Education" materials. Each girl was given a packet with information about mammograms, a reminder calendar, and instructions for breast exams. We handed out THOUSANDS of pamphlets. After about an hour, it was time for the race to start. Some of the adult volunteers pulled our 3 girls aside and gave them pom-poms and told them to please cheer for the walkers and runner! Of course, they GLADLY participated. There were so many people . . . more than I've ever seen in downtown Houston. To see all of the teams walking in honor of loved ones was awe inspiring. I felt so happy to be a part of something so big. Seeing all of the t-shirts and banners with photos on them, Summer started asking so many questions. "What causes breast cancer?" "Are the people on the shirts dead?" "Why can't it be cured?" "Can men get breast cancer?" And...most importantly, "How does this "party" help them?" Her heart, I could tell, was FULL. She poured herself into being there and helping. She cheered loudly, smiled big, and was gracious and kind. I was proud, to say the least. 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That is doable...right? I do not like the way I feel right now, and I definitely do NOT like the way my clothes feel on me. My track record in the past has proven that RIGHT NOW is the best time for me to start a weight loss program. So, I'm starting now...not tomorrow, not Monday, not AFTER Christmas...NOW! I went to HEB and stocked up on all the good stuff (i.e. $$$$$).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother, sister, and sister-in-law have all been on a program for over a year and I am SOO impressed and amazed at them. I need to get some before and after shots of them. It is so awesome. My sister looks like a completely different person! Kim (my sister-in-law) is putting on clothes that she bought when we went out for my 30th birthday. (Yes, over 10 years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started walking/jogging with my neighbor several weeks ago, plus I am starting over on my 30-day Shred, I am getting my Jillian WII program for xmas, and of course...I will continue with my bike riding! WISH ME LUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276328649956119154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/STlI87LZ0nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/f03zj1VAa4Y/s320/jillian_michaels_wii%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-7142398892204126937?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7142398892204126937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=7142398892204126937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7142398892204126937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7142398892204126937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-12-monthsit-is-possible.html' title='3 1/2 Months....It IS Possible!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/STlI87LZ0nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/f03zj1VAa4Y/s72-c/jillian_michaels_wii%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-6462483158116797801</id><published>2008-11-28T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:09:44.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, we did Thanksgiving at my parents' on Thursday. I always enjoy it so much, but this year was bittersweet, due to the fact that Jonna's family couldn't stay long (UT - A&amp;amp;M game) and Troy's family didn't come at all. Well, we did at least get to see Zayne &amp;amp; Hayden for the ALWAYS stressful, yet amusing, family photos. If it weren't for Uncle Wayne's talents he learned while in the circus, there would not have been any smiles!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273914127390806146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/STC09NsLEII/AAAAAAAAAGw/SBEYtJUKHsk/s320/RoneysCamera2+247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273914119992071106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/STC08yILU8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/gHmjRNepa2U/s320/RoneysCamera2+246.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273915629135287842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/STC2UoH9ViI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oBnZgK5P4XY/s320/RoneysCamera2+259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273914132671194530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/STC09hXHZaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9Y2qAvcg_6Y/s320/RoneysCamera2+262.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We are off to see Joe's family on Saturday...I've started packing up the wine!!! ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-6462483158116797801?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6462483158116797801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=6462483158116797801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/6462483158116797801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/6462483158116797801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/STC09NsLEII/AAAAAAAAAGw/SBEYtJUKHsk/s72-c/RoneysCamera2+247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-8067041882638556365</id><published>2008-11-25T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:18:57.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Happy Things"....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Per my friend Heather, I am required to post 6 things that make me happy. (I had already started my GIVING THANKS posts, so I will not include Microphones and Shower Heads in my "6 things"). LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; *Fruit Salad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am a FREAK for fresh, ripe fruit...but a WHOLE bowl of them. Thank you GOD! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272597239306873666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SSwHQPSXa0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ma7GG6LC35s/s200/fruit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Fuzzy Socks* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I'm a TOTAL whimp in the winter! If my feet get cold, don't even bother coming near me. I love me some fuzzy socks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272597341519356290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SSwHWMDuIYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6Y_L9w6lfDE/s200/fuzzy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Martinis* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;DIRTY OR FRUITY!! Crack-a-lackin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272597523508160114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SSwHgyBO5nI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uwDjpSMGmBo/s200/martinis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The Beach*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't think of any place I would rather be than lounging on a chair with a view of the ocean, a book in my hand, the kids laughing around me, and that AWESOME smell of the ocean breeze!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272597779438552210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SSwHvrbyxJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jZrGZnSTNus/s200/bg6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Riding My Bike*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, my bike, and giant disco headphones hooked to my ipod cruising around the neighorhood after the kids go to bed. PERFECTION!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272598962374332242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SSwI0iNqT1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FP33lZWMGrg/s200/bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6.&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; *&lt;strong&gt;Family*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ALL of them! Parents, siblings, hubby....and of course my kids! I never dreamed in a million years that these tiny, little people could be so FREAKIN' hilarious!&lt;/span&gt; {I will add a photo after Thursday...}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On a side note, Heather M. is the QUEEN of all blogging. Her blog, unlike mine, is not just a way to stay in touch with friends and family and show them your latest photos of the kids. Her blog is a novel and a work of art! I recommend it to anyone who enjoys a good read! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stepfordlife.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;http://www.stepfordlife.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-8067041882638556365?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/8067041882638556365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=8067041882638556365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/8067041882638556365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/8067041882638556365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-happy-things.html' title='My &quot;Happy Things&quot;....'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SSwHQPSXa0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ma7GG6LC35s/s72-c/fruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-1188157435618081401</id><published>2008-11-25T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:14:03.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dual Shower Heads!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SSv593KidVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gyUJV6pjtLA/s1600-h/shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272582629942785362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SSv593KidVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gyUJV6pjtLA/s320/shower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-1188157435618081401?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1188157435618081401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=1188157435618081401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1188157435618081401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1188157435618081401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/giving-thanks-2.html' title='Giving Thanks (2)'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SSv593KidVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gyUJV6pjtLA/s72-c/shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-7203543965725446998</id><published>2008-11-24T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:03:38.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVING THANKS (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With only 4 days until Thanksgiving, I thought I would choose something each day this week that I am thankful for. But just so we are clear, there are TONS of items that are a "given" and I refuse to try to narrow it down to just "My Children" or "My Friends"..or any of the other countless things I could list that would tell you NOTHING about me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So today I am thankful for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MICROPHONES! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes...without microphones, my hour and a half in the garage cleaning up would have seemed like a long, boring chore. Thankfully, Summer and Evan came and asked me if I would hook up the Karaoke machine for them. Thinking they were planning on singing a bit, which is always a fun thing to do, I went inside and hooked everything up, then returned to my chore. For the ENTIRE time that I cleaned up the garage I was smiling because of the "reporting" that was coming from inside my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You see, the kids assumed that since no one was inside with them, that no one could hear them. As we all know...that is when children are their funniest. I couldn't stop myself from quietly opening the door over and over to actually SEE what they were doing. After a quick little Rap song by Evan...with his boxer shorts pulled up under his armpits so that he looked like a nerd...complete with the boom box base "spit" sound that all good rappers know how to achieve...Summer took the mic and proceeded to anchor the news. "That was Evan the rapping nerd singing his new hit single! NOW...back to you Sally!" Throughout the next hour and a half, they sang a few songs, Evan did some bird calls and monkey sounds, they interviewed a few actors, and then Summer stretched the microphone out to my exercise bike and interviewed bike racers (she was both the newswoman, and the racer). She won, of course...beating Ricky Bobby by just a mouse's tail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-7203543965725446998?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7203543965725446998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=7203543965725446998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7203543965725446998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7203543965725446998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/giving-thanks-1.html' title='GIVING THANKS (1)'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-5938500510698735384</id><published>2008-11-19T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:42:53.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath products'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coconut shower gel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coconut lotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of Beauth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CVS products'/><title type='text'>My New Favorite Products!!!  WOOHOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SSQb_1uG8NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WOCRQCBNWeY/s1600-h/EOB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270368247496503506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SSQb_1uG8NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WOCRQCBNWeY/s320/EOB1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Before November, I had never even heard of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ESSENCE OF BEAUTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! But one Monday, a few weeks ago, I stopped by CVS to pick up a couple of items. I had some time to kill before I picked Summer up from tennis lessons so I started browsing through the bath and body section. A line of products caught my eye...only because one of the fragrances sounded like something PERFECT for me. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CITRUS COCONUT&lt;/span&gt;! Wow, surely this can't be as great as it sounds!??!?! I was feeling "frisky" and decided WTH! I picked up one of the body cream jars and a shower gel in the Citrus Coconut scent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW WOW WOW WOW! I am in love with this product. First of all, the SCENT rocks. I love Citrus Coconut! It is JUST what I had hoped it would be. Not overwhelming in either of the fragrances, but an amazing, pleasant blend that is "tropical" and "Fresh" at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shower Gel has a hook at the end to hang in your shower, and the gel itself is a great consistency that really did leave my skin soft. The Body Lotion wasn't like other body creams I have bought. It was Whipped, and it felt so wonderful. A little bit goes a long way, and it is so soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after a little research I was amazed to find out this brand is only sold at CVS! So, needless to say, I have made a few return trips to get more products! The &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pomegranite Apple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;scent is also fantastic and leaves my whole bathroom smelling so fresh. BUT WAIT...my latest find is the Essence of Beauty make-up brushes! They are very reasonably priced and they ROCK! I've bought one of the powder brushes and a lip brush so far, and they work fantastic. I am especially in love with the lip brush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more frangrances to try and more brushes to experiment with, and I plan to do just that!! My next purchase, however, will be the Soy Lotion Candle..which (according to advertising) melts at a temperature just above body temperature and you can apply it to your skin!! Sounds very SPA-ish to me, and I'm all about pampering myself. I will let you know how it turns out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270368730967890690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SSQcb-yq2wI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FTLXZ3YTF6o/s320/eob2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-5938500510698735384?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/5938500510698735384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=5938500510698735384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/5938500510698735384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/5938500510698735384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-favorite-products-woohoo.html' title='My New Favorite Products!!!  WOOHOO'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SSQb_1uG8NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WOCRQCBNWeY/s72-c/EOB1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-910854551680939568</id><published>2008-11-17T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:00:45.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prop 8</title><content type='html'>Since I'm not so eloquent...i'm with Keith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVUecPhQPqY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVUecPhQPqY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-910854551680939568?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/910854551680939568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=910854551680939568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/910854551680939568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/910854551680939568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/prop-8.html' title='Prop 8'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-3527160542810991827</id><published>2008-11-07T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:31:09.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Genes!!!</title><content type='html'>It is not very often that I get a photo with both my mom and dad in it.....let alone one where they are actually posing for the photo! So, when Jonna emailed me a photo of both of them, looking mighty Dapper...I was so excited. The first thing that came to my head was, "Blog Time!" So, here they are ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen...SHARON &amp;amp; THURSTON (aka Roney &amp;amp; Paw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265896959585600706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SRQ5YoPoxMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/otoUf-uTbeQ/s320/RONEY%26PA2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cool Memory about Dad: &lt;em&gt;Being sick and staying home from school, we were "forced" to go to work with dad. (Yay!!!) Dad had a shop where he repaired radios, tvs, cb's, etc. And, being that we grew up in a time BEFORE all of the over-protective hysteria hit America, to keep us occupied Daddy would give us a soldering iron, a circuit board, and a coil of wire and virtually lock us away until my mom could come and get us. GOOD TIMES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cool Memory about Mom: &lt;em&gt;Her Artex Painting Projects.....my favorites being her polyester white shorts with the American Bald Eagle on the butt and the shirt that said "Raquel Welch Has Flat Feet!" (Of course, at the time I took that for FACT and relayed the awful medical news to my friends...only to realize later that my mom was, in fact, a tad bit jealous!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-3527160542810991827?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/3527160542810991827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=3527160542810991827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/3527160542810991827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/3527160542810991827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-genes.html' title='Good Genes!!!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SRQ5YoPoxMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/otoUf-uTbeQ/s72-c/RONEY%26PA2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-1449474340632311250</id><published>2008-11-02T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:30:19.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery Green</title><content type='html'>Finally....Houston has a wonderful park in Downtown that the kids can enjoy! DISCOVERY GREEN was opened up this year on about 12 acres in Downtown Houston, next to Minute Maid Park. Joe and I took the kids there today, along with my neighbor Karen and her kids (Nick &amp;amp; Zach). What a fantastic place! (Of course, I've come to the conclusion that, with Karen at your side, you could have a good time pretty much ANYWHERE!!)  Besides having just lovely lawns and trails, there was a playground, a fountain the kids could play in, a splash area with water spouts, a pond with remote control sailboats, and a stage for bands to play on! The kids would have stayed all day if we had let them. According to people we talked to, they will be adding on 20 more acres soon, and the lake will be an ice skating rink after Thanksgiving! It was so awesome to just hang out with a view of Houston's beautiful downtown skyline! Here are a few photos of the kiddos having fun!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ4z494E0fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gACkGiUdKG8/s1600-h/Discovery_Green+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264202068218139122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ4z494E0fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gACkGiUdKG8/s320/Discovery_Green+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ40HCCEWXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fllcFM0jd-A/s1600-h/Discovery_Green+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264202309851961714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ40HCCEWXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fllcFM0jd-A/s320/Discovery_Green+034.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ40GX_ZewI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pSXemvJeJ5k/s1600-h/Discovery_Green+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264202298566474498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ40GX_ZewI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pSXemvJeJ5k/s320/Discovery_Green+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ4z56Ij2pI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xywK8cWujWQ/s1600-h/Discovery_Green+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264202084393409170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ4z56Ij2pI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xywK8cWujWQ/s320/Discovery_Green+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ4z4gsx6WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/spJgEUtYqmM/s1600-h/Discovery_Green+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264202060386134370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ4z4gsx6WI/AAAAAAAAAEI/spJgEUtYqmM/s320/Discovery_Green+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ4z5hJQDaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pR_qxeY76NI/s1600-h/Discovery_Green+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264202077685419426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ4z5hJQDaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pR_qxeY76NI/s320/Discovery_Green+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ4z5RL_uzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RTWTKhvhOTA/s1600-h/Discovery_Green+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264202073401965362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ4z5RL_uzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RTWTKhvhOTA/s320/Discovery_Green+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-1449474340632311250?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1449474340632311250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=1449474340632311250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1449474340632311250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1449474340632311250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/discovery-green.html' title='Discovery Green'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQ4z494E0fI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gACkGiUdKG8/s72-c/Discovery_Green+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-737774109136418506</id><published>2008-11-01T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:22:49.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hallow-Winn!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids had a great time last night Trick or Treating!! Amy and Wil Guzman came over with their kids (John &amp;amp; Chloe) and Shirley and Kurt brought Ainsley over! It was a PARTY, and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves! Summer was a hawaiian/hula girl and Evan was a Ninja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263723464822679618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQyAmlSk6EI/AAAAAAAAADo/wdpMUfRkPbg/s320/Fall+2008+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263723273245687410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQyAbbnD_nI/AAAAAAAAADg/KOggbKjPaqE/s320/Fall+2008+113.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263723264043208418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQyAa5VBTuI/AAAAAAAAADY/rNjuzO5cKwE/s320/Fall+2008+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had two Halloween Parties last weekend...one for the boys and one for the girls (Can you say EXHAUSTING!!). Thank God for Moonwalks (Jumpies)...the boys had a great time jumping all night. We also had a treasure hunt in the HAY! And of course, musical chairs!! As for the girls' party...music and microphones are all you really need, right!?!?!? WOOHOO, they had a blast! We also did a hay ride for both parties, which is always the favorite part of the evening for everyone.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQyB1ktSxlI/AAAAAAAAADw/S3YJFCMBjdM/s1600-h/Fall+2008+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263724821875967570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQyB1ktSxlI/AAAAAAAAADw/S3YJFCMBjdM/s320/Fall+2008+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQyB2SAVlcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8WfIGuYqYlc/s1600-h/Fall+2008+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263724834035439042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQyB2SAVlcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8WfIGuYqYlc/s320/Fall+2008+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQyB2soFsiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8uoQYM_eH9I/s1600-h/Fall+2008+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263724841181491746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQyB2soFsiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8uoQYM_eH9I/s320/Fall+2008+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, the evening wouldn't be complete without Michelle Robison giving Summer a wedgie!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-737774109136418506?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/737774109136418506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=737774109136418506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/737774109136418506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/737774109136418506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-hallow-winn.html' title='Happy Hallow-Winn!!!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQyAmlSk6EI/AAAAAAAAADo/wdpMUfRkPbg/s72-c/Fall+2008+117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-6980651235967694077</id><published>2008-10-27T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:14:14.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRIDGING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQYS0mbchyI/AAAAAAAAADA/x5Ar5wVG56c/s1600-h/Fall+2008+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261913909507163938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQYS0mbchyI/AAAAAAAAADA/x5Ar5wVG56c/s320/Fall+2008+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer is officially a Junior Girl Scout now. The bridging ceremonies were held at the pond at Lone Star College near our house. At the end of the ceremony, the girls all presented awards to each other that they had made! Never in a million years did I think that my Summer would still be in Girl Scouts! We are so lucky that we got into the troop we did...."I" am so lucky!! I've posted a photo of the girls at the ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQYSnyFsI1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Mw-5kw9I6GM/s1600-h/Fall+2008+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261913689298838354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQYSnyFsI1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Mw-5kw9I6GM/s320/Fall+2008+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3486247080465764096-6980651235967694077?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/6980651235967694077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=6980651235967694077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/6980651235967694077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/6980651235967694077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/bridging.html' title='BRIDGING!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQYS0mbchyI/AAAAAAAAADA/x5Ar5wVG56c/s72-c/Fall+2008+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-2153658523266444541</id><published>2008-10-24T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:51:27.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan's Race!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQHz8RJ_a1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zHv8PD3Kd-4/s1600-h/Evan+Race.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260754056468458322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQHz8RJ_a1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zHv8PD3Kd-4/s320/Evan+Race.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY! Race Day arrived. Evan has been anxiously awaiting the Cy-Fair H.O.P.E. funrun for MONTHS. The day before the race, he became very nervous and decided he may not want to do it after all. With a little coaxing, he agreed to go ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday (10/18) he put on his t-shirt, his "running shorts" and his "Fast Shoes" and Summer, Evan and I headed to Langham Creek H.S. The place was PACKED. There appeared to be a few thousand people there (there were races for all school age children, through 12th grade, and even some adult races). Immediately upon getting out of the car, he started holding his side and complaining of a "side ache". I figured it was just nerves (hoped so, at least) and tugged him along until we made it to the Kindergarten Boys gathering. He was looking pretty pale...until he saw his friend Brett! YAY BRETT!! Brett pretty much saved the day. Once Evan realized that his buddy would be there, he forgot about his nerves and started "stretching"!! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Summer and I stood on the sidelines as about 50 little boys took off to run their quarter mile. It was nice that Evan was so easy to pick out of the pack (with all that fluffy hair blowing in the wind). When he rounded the turn and saw Me and Summer and heard us yelling for him, he put on his "race face" and passed a few kids...leavin' them in the dust! ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, Evan did not get a medal, but he did fantastic. We don't know his exact finishing place, but I estimate he was about #11 or #12. His friend Brett won a medal for 7th place!! They were so AWESOME! Above is a photo of Evan and Brett after the race!&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/3486247080465764096-2153658523266444541?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/2153658523266444541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=2153658523266444541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/2153658523266444541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/2153658523266444541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/evans-race.html' title='Evan&apos;s Race!!'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQHz8RJ_a1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/zHv8PD3Kd-4/s72-c/Evan+Race.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-4840261917743534210</id><published>2008-10-07T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:05:27.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQx-Le-OhZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/736eX8uJRVM/s1600-h/Fall+2008+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263720800246990226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQx-Le-OhZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/736eX8uJRVM/s320/Fall+2008+110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQx-K8hN4PI/AAAAAAAAADI/LqEJTkrmEgU/s1600-h/Fall+2008+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263720790998507762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQx-K8hN4PI/AAAAAAAAADI/LqEJTkrmEgU/s320/Fall+2008+118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer started taking tennis lessons a couple of weeks ago at Huber Tennis Ranch near our home. KNOCK ON WOOD... I think we have &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; found that one activity that Summer will not only excel at, but truly enjoy. And ME..I'm THRILLED. This is a sport that Summer can play for the rest of her life. Not to mention the fact that this is something that I can actually do with her. I'm not a great player, but I CAN play, and I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at the coaches at Huber TR. They are so good with the kids and have a way of making it seem like they are playing..rather than learning! Summer gets a lot of instruction and exercise without even realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-4840261917743534210?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/4840261917743534210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=4840261917743534210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/4840261917743534210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/4840261917743534210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/10/tennis-anyone.html' title='Tennis Anyone?'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQx-Le-OhZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/736eX8uJRVM/s72-c/Fall+2008+110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-1256612642691115442</id><published>2008-05-29T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:48:34.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SD8IqJsyfpI/AAAAAAAAABM/XzFOrJi2FVk/s1600-h/Dell+Laser+MFP+1600n_20080529132412_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205889214514888338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SD8IqJsyfpI/AAAAAAAAABM/XzFOrJi2FVk/s320/Dell+Laser+MFP+1600n_20080529132412_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evan graduated from Pre-K III last week! He was SOOO handsome and "scholarly"! Here is his "graduation" photo! We were just so proud of him. We could not be more pleased with the progress he made while attending Legacy Learning this year, and now we look forward to Kindergarten!!! How time flies!!&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/3486247080465764096-1256612642691115442?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/1256612642691115442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=1256612642691115442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1256612642691115442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/1256612642691115442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduate.html' title='The Graduate'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SD8IqJsyfpI/AAAAAAAAABM/XzFOrJi2FVk/s72-c/Dell+Laser+MFP+1600n_20080529132412_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486247080465764096.post-7015477309599181960</id><published>2008-05-20T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:28:58.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In A Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What's In A Name? Well, in this particular case, YOU WEAR IT WELL was pretty much a "meeting in the middle". First off, I'm not a huge fan of generic titles, so "Webb Family Album" or "Sharri's Cool Photos" was not even an option. I knew I wanted something that had at least a little bit of meaning, or a would make me smile! My first thought was "Jeremiah...", but I knew that only Jonna and I would chuckle when we read it. So I asked myself, "what is something that the ladies in my family can all relate to AND get a warm, fuzzy feeling from?" BAM...Rod Stewart came to mind! (Sorry guys, my instincts tell me that you personally will not be contributing much to this blog, so your feelings were not taken into consideration)! Sure there are other artists that each of us love....but Rod holds a special place in our hearts and we have shared many good times going to his concerts and listening to his music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay..I have a general theme in mind, but now what? While I think my family is pretty FANTASTIC-looking, entitling my new blog "Do You Think I'm Sexy" may put others off! And, "The First Cut Is The Deepest", will probably only bring back bad memories for Troy! There was definitely the option of "Blondes Have More Fun"...but wouldn't that really be a slap in the face to some of our REALLY FUN friends and family who are not now nor have ever been Blonde? So as I went through some of my CDs, it all fell into place! YOU WEAR IT WELL!! A phrase that could describe fashion, fun, attitude, comedy, drama, or tragedy...all of which are a part of our lives and which we intend to share here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Welcome, and hopefully this will be the beginning of a great place to share special moments. I will leave you with a quote from Rod now....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My love for you is immeasurable, m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y respect for you immense. You're ageless, timeless, lace and fineness, You're beauty and elegance.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486247080465764096-7015477309599181960?l=uwearitwell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/feeds/7015477309599181960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3486247080465764096&amp;postID=7015477309599181960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7015477309599181960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486247080465764096/posts/default/7015477309599181960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwearitwell.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In A Name?'/><author><name>saywinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11246255387720556453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFHpQ8AuSBc/SQIFAWMSKUI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbuUKmqeqdg/S220/bg13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
