tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61034473170202310962024-03-05T13:59:12.943-05:00Mrs. ChiefMrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.comBlogger187125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-12284529362577264422011-05-02T20:35:00.000-04:002011-05-02T20:35:35.781-04:00She's Baaaccckkkkk!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em> <span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">4 <strike>500 hundred</strike> years ago , my (young) BFF went off to college, well not really but it's felt like FOREVER! But this past weekend...waaa-laaa!! She moved home and I was absolutely beyond excited. To show her my utmost devotion I worked like <strike>a dog</strike> the good friend I am and together we got her mostly situated in her new home. I do SO love this beautiful young lady. </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong><em>We have the most unlikely friendship. Did I tell you she started off as the Doodlebugs #1 and #2's babysiter? Yes, she was the ONLY girl the Chief and I trusted in this new town when we moved here. She was quiet and I had to carry if not pull a conversation outta her (i wouldn't know anything about that, cause I will talk to a stick if I think for a second itwill talk back to me). Then somewhere along the years...she crossed over (she's sly like that) and she was family.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong><em>We love her, the Doodlebugs adore her, and we are so happy she is home! She has been missed all these years away getting all educated/smarter than me ans stuff. Do you wanna meet my La? You can right </em></strong></span><a href="http://quincyroolala.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong><em>here.</em></strong></span></a><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong><em> Oh, and she is suppose be giving me my very own blog post outta pure <strike>payment for scrubbing her toilet</strike> love. </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">Love you La, and I am so happy you have come home to your BFF <strike>family.</strike></span></em></strong></div>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-90700010108498053572011-04-29T12:47:00.002-04:002011-04-29T12:57:02.486-04:00Where Do I Even Begin?<div align="center"><strong><em>It's been over a year since I last posted. A VERY long, trying, exhausting, emotional, faith-building, ugly cry year.</em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>Seriously I don't even know where to start. My last post I asked for prayer for my precious daughter which I refer to as Doodlebug #2. She had a terrible accident in our home on February 16<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> of 2010. She sat very close to deaths door...but even closer in the lap of Jesus. It was a trying 4 months and just when we could breath again.....</em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">BAM</span>, my hubby (referred to as Chief) was in a horrible accident on September 14<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> 2010 that has since changed pretty much EVERYTHING in our lives so far. He was injured and is still recovering and the road ahead of us is long......</em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>So, I hope to have my readers back as I love to laugh and post about the funny and serious things that go on in my life rearing my 5 DB's and keeping 1 Chief happy and the unscripted adventures I couldn't make-up even if I wanted too. :-)</em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>Hope to see your post soon!</em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-89549012526228324852010-02-22T00:56:00.004-05:002010-02-22T01:04:58.682-05:00Prayers For Doodlebug #2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbe9WQeqsk-reFhHBWmrpGC62F_F9GtVJnayTUu4uaJd1x07rFr-HCTq4ge6TyPuYmeta0t_yVnS2L-FcDWYTVUk_mNy8gvxRktnZ613TqBR0hufXlOT_ZCjG-bRPVRJsB66eX10hBtBs/s1600-h/christmas+pics+138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbe9WQeqsk-reFhHBWmrpGC62F_F9GtVJnayTUu4uaJd1x07rFr-HCTq4ge6TyPuYmeta0t_yVnS2L-FcDWYTVUk_mNy8gvxRktnZ613TqBR0hufXlOT_ZCjG-bRPVRJsB66eX10hBtBs/s400/christmas+pics+138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440943755681698706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We desperately need your prayers: Please visit </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/doodlebug2">here</a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span>for story and updates on our precious Doodlebug #2. We will update CaringBridge every evening and throughout the day. Please get the word out ASAP!</span>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-52540559685408486302010-01-24T19:06:00.007-05:002010-01-26T22:57:30.601-05:00I love CHAPSTICK, I do! Or am I having a stroke?<strong><em>.....I mean I REALLY do! I am an addict. An addict of having smooth, never dry, always <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">moisturized</span> morning, noon and night lips! I carry some type of "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">chapstick</span>" on me at all times. I have it in the car. diaper bag, kitchen drawers, bathroom, nightstand, pockets etc. OK I am sure you get it.<br /><br />But just the other night in the wee hours of the morning, I felt it. The need for my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sacred</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">chapstick</span>. My lips were sub par and something must be done. So in the pitch black off I slipped out of the bed feeling my way past the foot board so as to NOT do myself bodily harm. Feeling my way across the dresser, I find my ever worthy lip companion! "Awe, there you are!" I almost want to say. So off with the top and almost immediately my lips are at peace again!<br /><br />Still in my dream, groggy state I feel my way back to the side of the bed...letting the rail lead me to MY side. I settle right back into sleep as if NEVER <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">having</span> been awake at all. (Perhaps that should have been my first inkling.)<br /><br />Within about 4 1/2 minutes...my lips are numb and the numbness is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">slowly</span> working it's way down the bottom of my chin! What in the CRAP! "Oh, dear Lord (I was praying) I am having a stroke!" I am! I thought...I am having a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">flippin</span>' facial stroke. What to do? I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">start feeling for my</span> arms and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">moving my</span> legs...oh, Lord I am <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">freakin' drooling now</span>! This is it. This is happening, I am <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">haveing</span> a stroke! Darn that homemade cheesecake I ate!<br /><br />In the midst of flipping the 'frig out....my senses are slowly coming to me...but still not my lip senses. I am now fully wake up and jump from the bed, only this time I DID in fact do myself bodily harm to the front of my thigh with the foot board of the bed. I quickly stumble across the room and I am sad to say, that while praying a few <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">choice</span> words were uttered. (Oh please, give me a little break I was having a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">flippin</span>' facial stroke <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">after all</span>. Right?) <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">SOOOOOO</span>, I flip on the light and I am standing in front of the mirror, now <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">blinded by</span> the light I squint see myself...I am pinching my face and I can see my lips and chin, but I can't feel them!<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">WTH</span> is going on? I try and start rationalizing the situation. Do I call 911? No you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">doof</span> you ARE married to 911! Oh, yeah that's right. I run (which ain't pretty, lemme tell you) over to the dresser and get my phone...and sitting next my phone is my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">chapstick ans sitting next to my chapstick</span> is a bottle of........Avon foot and heal cream with ANTISEPTIC (a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">nubbing</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">freakin'agent</span>) OINTMENT!<br /><br />Yup, in my hast to have my lips feeling as they should (in the dark) I accidentally (while half asleep) mixed up the two tubes. Oops. Good news is. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">was</span> not having a facial stroke! Bad news: Even if my lips were chapped I wouldn't have felt it anyway</em></strong>.Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-49711605140680932252010-01-24T12:30:00.002-05:002010-01-24T12:40:32.718-05:00The Doodlebugs<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Doodlebugs Christmas 2009</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEf1dwUa8rWaYHX3AqNFNHpn3YX8hfuDAnOtqR8qCKfBZcCbPp2YIN9au1EwolLNbxmDO7htUhcFfGPlDBI_SrC91Yc5fv6HCOcpBTSCw_J-ZGe1ULnCR1kW4D2dxwoPWE8NUQZw5S8lQ/s1600-h/christmas+pics+099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEf1dwUa8rWaYHX3AqNFNHpn3YX8hfuDAnOtqR8qCKfBZcCbPp2YIN9au1EwolLNbxmDO7htUhcFfGPlDBI_SrC91Yc5fv6HCOcpBTSCw_J-ZGe1ULnCR1kW4D2dxwoPWE8NUQZw5S8lQ/s400/christmas+pics+099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430361801176899138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Doodlebug #5</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin4fCuum7hAmI1rGR-7H-LFnEzCrlyn4o5TznO1EHK3jcMkFc0I_lIwotsK4sVcp8HVTfdXC6_Iv8NkLX71EbuUf5Z8VloqP12JnWJV5Unnl4nvXzt_4cbD4sLBmhZaWWCG2mKpb65zcU/s1600-h/christmas+pics+331.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin4fCuum7hAmI1rGR-7H-LFnEzCrlyn4o5TznO1EHK3jcMkFc0I_lIwotsK4sVcp8HVTfdXC6_Iv8NkLX71EbuUf5Z8VloqP12JnWJV5Unnl4nvXzt_4cbD4sLBmhZaWWCG2mKpb65zcU/s400/christmas+pics+331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430361799153579186" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Beyond Handsome DB #4</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3PLsLPkl-PdfKYssfkbCcQSxkIlgvHHOWgZ3qxAbwROUpp3fhI5A5WCAGflpD3xnpcX3H-9_u8Jram80kuqLPw-51snpK-UCe7QP3z6M31v_ZcAox9NrVqCuyxv7dFFUv-tt6wAcixnU/s1600-h/christmas+pics+319.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3PLsLPkl-PdfKYssfkbCcQSxkIlgvHHOWgZ3qxAbwROUpp3fhI5A5WCAGflpD3xnpcX3H-9_u8Jram80kuqLPw-51snpK-UCe7QP3z6M31v_ZcAox9NrVqCuyxv7dFFUv-tt6wAcixnU/s400/christmas+pics+319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430361793965857218" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sweet Doodlebug Sisters #'s 1,2 and 3<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8_verE1w5sNvASgh62ZhdH8_D2rz3xjxZw1fIiOXH2N-0z69XDYZiC28dtM8sOvygHpeSrNPVCwP9uIEZPlP135Qs_ofruHzqTNL0oPWvxdBaxxN4WddAkv842neiDC01EwAOl-Wkmw/s1600-h/christmas+pics+092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8_verE1w5sNvASgh62ZhdH8_D2rz3xjxZw1fIiOXH2N-0z69XDYZiC28dtM8sOvygHpeSrNPVCwP9uIEZPlP135Qs_ofruHzqTNL0oPWvxdBaxxN4WddAkv842neiDC01EwAOl-Wkmw/s400/christmas+pics+092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430361787935819762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Doodlebug #'s 1-5!<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FMKDuBBrVDreuBt2qI7HBt5Haa3SNDUq7q4ItD9MiyDcI4xxgIae311EmQlPkYMwK2x3F1-dSh6_UmZre3ZqP-7LXnazBZfP16iklIMg09_kaf9gO8ANfQewuwaxvIbkFHEb-ywVP_0/s1600-h/christmas+pics+282.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FMKDuBBrVDreuBt2qI7HBt5Haa3SNDUq7q4ItD9MiyDcI4xxgIae311EmQlPkYMwK2x3F1-dSh6_UmZre3ZqP-7LXnazBZfP16iklIMg09_kaf9gO8ANfQewuwaxvIbkFHEb-ywVP_0/s400/christmas+pics+282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430361780050968498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">These five children are my absolute dreams come true</span></span>! <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What a blessing and joy they are in my life with each passing day!</span></span><br /></div>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-83746503103448866382010-01-21T12:34:00.003-05:002010-01-21T12:57:35.291-05:00What can I say!<strong><em>I have missed blogging, but for some odd reason can't seem get into the swing of it all again. So much has transpired that I must take <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">the </span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">time</span> to fill you in....if <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">in fact</span> anyone is still reading my blog. Are you?</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>Well, back in August I took a 4 day a week job team teaching a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-school group of 2 and 3 year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">olds</span>. I loved it! However after 2 months I quickly found out per the Chief's words....."Your job really isn't working out for me." :-) I had to smile as for 8 years pretty much he has had me at home. So in October I turned <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">in my</span> notice, however I was so heavy hearted that i just had to stay another month, then another, then of course I didn't want to miss the Christmas program. So the decision was made I would leave over Christmas break. Perfect! Well, God had other plans and at the beginning of Jan. I got the call that a two day a week position in the 1 year old room (DB #5's room) was available if I wanted it! So I was hired...quit, and hired again. I start back (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">although</span> I don't feel I ever left) the first of Feb. and I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">couldn't</span> be more excited.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>We are in the full throws of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">elementary</span> school. All three girl DB's are in school full time. The boys are with me, however Doodlebug #4 will start school next year....and then there was one! What will I ever do, I can't even think about it.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>The Chief and I are doing great. The house is nearly finished...still have the new living room (addition) to complete and carpet to install. My creative wheels are turning as I am SO ready to lighten this house up from the years of VERY warm colors throughout. </em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>I must say that I am excited about all God has for the Chief and I this year. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Foster care</span>/adoption of a baby boy still ways on our hearts, we are j<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">ust</span> waiting for God's perfect timing if that is where He is leading us. I find myself hesitant to give all my baby stuff away for fear the moment I do...a baby will need a home. </em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>I know that this is a bunch of random news from all over, but like I said this is a catch up post. The ages of the DB's as of today are 8,6,5,3,and 1. Next month they will be 8,7,5,4, and 1(16 months). Chief and I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">celebrated</span> our 10 year anniversary in Dec. and our last baby boy turned 1 in October. I have a 3rd grader, 1st grader, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pre</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">K'er</span>. </em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>I feel a stirring in my soul this year for the Chief and I...I can't hardly explain it. So much personal issues have come and gone over last year and we made some hard decision, but I can already see God's hand in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">decisions</span> we made out of obedience. </em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>Can I just say, how madly in love with my Chief I am. He is such a supporter, and sticks up and by me even when it's hard for us both...and I him. As husband and wife it's difficult NOT to take on the others offenses (even for a friend it's hard)...but I am so glad he has my back and I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">sho</span>' <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">'nough</span> have his. Our love is so very different than the love we had for each other 9 years ago. We look at each other differently, even value each other differently and from a different place in out hearts. He is an awesome father and a true husband in EVERY sense of the word.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>So, in short....I am working....again....the DB's are growing and moving along, despite my request they don't....I am falling in love <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">with my</span> husband more and more each passing day (so very sappy, I know)....and I am learning to be content at where my life is NOW. </em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>If you have read this far thank you, I am going to be posting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">ALOT</span> of pictures tomorrow...have a great day!</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-18804263238003523312009-11-03T13:20:00.003-05:002009-11-03T13:27:28.479-05:00It Was My Miracle For the Taking. I Took IT!<strong><em>My Miracle Story<br /> <br /> <br />Four years ago this past weekend I was moving into an apartment as a divorced single mother of four children who were all 5 and under. Oddly enough this wasn’t the lowest point in my life. The lowest point in my life came September 17th of 2005 when I left my 2000 sq ft. house with three children and 3 months pregnant with my fourth. My husband Joel and I were "taking a break" so I thought, however our little break to "figure things out" lead to a devastating divorce which was declared final on December 21, 2005 by the state of Georgia. I remember thinking I never knew you could get divorced so fast.<br /></em></strong><br /><strong><em>To make things really short and too the point, I was devastated over the separation much less the divorce. I mostly battled with extreme embarrassment over being a divorcee. I felt the title to be humiliating. <span style="color:#ff0000;">{Matthew 1:18-19> Now this is how Jesus the Messiah was born. His mother, Mary, was engaged to be married to Joseph. But while she as still a virgin she became pregnant by the Holy Sprit. Joseph, her fiancé’, being just a man, decided to break the engagement quietly, so as not to disgrace her publicly. As he considered this, he fell asleep, and an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream. "Joseph, son of David", the angel said." do not be afraid to go ahead with your marriage to Mary. For the child within her has been conceived by the Holy Spirit. And she will have a son, and you are to name him Jesus for he will save his people from their sins. All of this happened to fulfill the Lord’s message through his prophet:}(</span>God was NOT worried about Mary being humiliated, He was in control from the get-go) There were days I just couldn’t get a grip on why I was in Albany, at 28 years old, living with my parents and about to have a baby and lets not forget my three little girls! I was a broken hearted little girl with big people problems. I was stressed, worried, angry, bitter, confused, I was searching, longing, hopeful and hopeless all at the same time. I was forgetful, unhealthy sickly, sad. I was desperate but most of all I was stubborn. <span style="color:#ff0000;">{Joshua 14:8-9> For my part, I followed the Lord my God completely. So that the day Mosses promised me, ‘The land of Canon on which you were just walking will be your special possession and that of your descendants forever, because YOU WHOLEHEARTEDLY followed the Lord my God’.}<br /></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em>I was born strong willed on December 12, 1976; I hope I stay that way until the day I die. I spent hours upon hours praying for my marriage to be restored. When I say hours upon hours I literally mean some nights I would pull an all night-er…on my knees 9 months pregnant or standing on my bible in my room my precious new baby boy asleep and just pray. Pray, Pray, Pray. <span style="color:#ff0000;">{Luke 18 Story of Persistent Widow- One day Jesus told his disciples a story to illustrate their need for constant prayer and to show them that they must never give up. "There was a judge in a certain city," her said, "who was a godless man with great contempt for everyone. A widow in that city came to him repeatedly, appealing for justice against someone who had harmed her. The judge ignored her for a while, but eventually SHE WORE HIM OUT.’I fear neither God nor man, ‘he said to himself, but this women is DRVING ME CRAZY. I’m going to see that she gets justice, because she is wearing me out with her constant request!’" Then the Lord said, "Learn a lesson from this evil judge. Even he rendered a just decision in the end, so don’t you think God will surely give justice to his chosen people who plead with Him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? I tell you, he will grant justice to them quickly! But when I, the Son of Man, return, how many will I find who have faith?"}</span> (I was the persistent widow, bugging, pleading praying, wearing out my welcome)<br /></em></strong><br /><strong><em>Some nights I would pray for me, for the children, for Joel most times my tears did the praying my sobbing would be my voice. I often thought that if the rocks could cry out, the trees clap their hands and the mountains could bow down, then God would hear my voice through my tears. I prayed in tongues quite often, hoping the Holy Spirit would understand what I couldn’t seem to put into English.{ Isaiah 55:12-13><span style="color:#ff0000;">You will live in joy and peace, The mountains and the hills will burst into song, and the trees of the field will clap their hands! Where once there were thorns, cypress trees will grow. Where briers grew, myrtles will sprout up. This MIRACLE will bring great honor to the Lord’s name; it will be an everlasting sign of His power and love.}</span><br /></em></strong><br /><strong><em>I always had a sense of being taken care of, every one of my needs was met the very moment it was needed. The childrens and mine. Whether by God’s peace, or the people around me that gave and gave and gave. People sowed into my life that may never even realize what their actions did. I am going to take a sidebar and name a few things that happened to the children and me.<br />-Went to mail box, card and $100<br />-Couple gave me $300 dollars<br />-Same couple (lady), just about furnished my apartment. (bedding, paint, new rug)<br />-Couple gave me washer and dryer<br />-Couple gave me microwave and coffee maker<br />-People came five days in a row and painted my apartment<br />-People took my children and loved up on them<br />-I had the greatest baby shower out of all my children’s showers<br />-I had a $1000 dollar check written to me because this lady was in the shower and was listening to the Holy Spirit when he just happened to whisper to her.<br />I could go on and on. The giving that these people showed me was and still is unbelievable. Some people did things for the children and I just out of love for my parents! Talk about getting in on a good deal ! What a privilege to be so loved by people just because I am Morris and Sarah’s daughter. This defines covenant relationships.<br />(SET OUT FIRST PLATE OF CHINA)<br /><br /></em></strong><strong><em></em></strong><strong><em>There was a turning point, it happened in the driveway of my parents’ house. I knew I was divorced, but was beyond accepting it. I was sitting on the bumper of my car having one of my many meltdowns. I don’t remember what the melt down was about. At this time I was on a waiting list for GRAFA, on every imaginable assistance program available, in college and just struggling day to day to keep it together. My dad came out and just as I had looked at my own children over the last year with sorrow for their hurt, knowing they wanted to scream and shout and didn’t know how to tell me how they were feeling, he looked at me that way. I knew then the saying that we all say to our own children "If I could take it would" his eyes welled with tears and he said, "Aimee, you are a divorced women, I can’t change it, you can’t change it, it’s just what it is. I am so sorry." He loved me the same married or divorced, I was not a disappointment to him. In that moment I felt I could breath for the first time in over a year.<br /></em></strong><br /><strong><em>I still absolutely without a doubt didn’t accept my divorce as final (in the heavenlies). I never for a moment ever heard anything from the Lord allowing me to walk away, I did however changed the way I was playing the hand that was dealt to me. I played it or prayed it as divorced women. I moved out in November of last year like I said earlier, in fact this very weekend, within 3 weeks of moving into my own place, my miracle began. Joel and my turning point came in November however there is a certain date that comes to mind…December 12 my 30 birthday, Joel after working a 20 hour shift was standing in the cold at 7:15 a.m. in the morning waiting for me to open the door to take our oldest to school. He was there for me…. for my birthday. (This showed me Joel’s actions, because our trust with each other had been broken so badly.)<br />(PLACE OUT TEA CUP SAUCER-2nd piece of china)<br /><br /></em></strong><strong><em></em></strong><strong><em>Through much counseling, prayer, counseling, prayer we began our journey to reconciliation. So pretty much just a suddenly as the ending had stared so the beginning began. It came out of left field, it came when I least expected it, it came only when, I listened to my Father and obeyed. My heavenly father and earthly father. (Under different covering reversed the cleaving process) The day my father was so brutally blunt with me was the day I couldn’t live as a married women any longer, I had to come under a different type of authority.<br /></em></strong><br /><strong><em>I find it a privilege to say that I have lived to see something raised from the dead. I have seen God take something dead and breath life into it, make it whole and new again. I don’t know how He did it…how He made something out of nothing. He is the Master Craftsman that’s for sure.<br />What I have given you today is a piece of my wedding china; it was broken along with three other place settings on the brick steps out back behind my house. My daughter recently found some pieces still laying in the dirt out back. She came in and said remember Mommy when you broke this? (This was not a shining moment for me) I was hoping she wouldn’t remember the last year and a half. Not really knowing what to do I explained that I did remember, and I was again sorry that she saw me do this awful thing, then I took her to the china cabinet and said…that little piece is what happened to our family…but look what God did, and I pointed to a full place setting of my wedding china. So this began my writing this testimony.<br />(PLACE TEA CUP OUT)<br /></em></strong><br /><strong><em>No matter how small the piece God has to work with. He can do it! I always was waiting for the miracle; I knew it belong to me. It was mine for the taking. I took it. Joel and I remarried in February, I moved back home in May. Are things perfect? Not by a long shot. It’s tough; it’s work, a lot of work. I believe this miracle of mine is still in the making and evolving in God’s Kingdom everyday.<br /></em></strong><br /><strong><em>I am quite aware of Satan and his work to kill, steal and destroy more than ever, especially when it comes to my family. Within three weeks of the children and I moving home, we had a small tornado come through our town and a branch impaled our roof, our daughter McKenna had a very, very rocky start to the first grade and her teachers suggested she go back to Kindergarten, then I hurt my back, Joel was under attack from a citizen in Climax, our only family car broke down for three weeks, and our air conditioner bit the dust. However….because God was ever faithful and EVER true he also saw fit to bless Joel and I with an un-expected pregnancy. Our 5th child Grant was born on October 9th 2008. We struggle a lot, but we believe that if God brought us through what we went through, He will bring us through these struggles. I am proud to be a daughter of God’s Kingdom, but what makes me ecstatic is that my family is a family of the kingdom of God. My cup truly runneth over.<br /></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">{Psalm 23- read entire Psalm}<br /></span>(Pour water into teacup and let it over flow…symbolizing my blessings)</em></strong>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-63510012172054190352009-07-21T14:07:00.002-04:002009-07-21T14:20:15.570-04:00Playing Blog Catch Up...<strong><em>.....obviously I have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">THOROUGHLY</span> enjoyed my Doodlebugs for the summer, as blogging has taken a back seat. We have been so busy! We had vacation, we spent that time around semi-locally and it worked out great! We were able to hire a baby sitter so we could both enjoy the older DB's on our many outings. I would so do it again, it was definitely the way to go until they are a bit older.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>Then the Chief and I left on a great little get away. We went to Savannah for 5 days. The Chief had his annual Georgia Chief's of Association convention and I tagged along for the trip. originally I was going to take DB #5, then I really felt that the Chief and I really needed this time alone. So I did what I have NEVER done with any other DB in the history of having all the DB's...I left them. It was very hard, for me and for the DB's. However, they survived and so did I!</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>Our wonderful friends Greg and Karen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Toole</span> were a God send. One thing they did for us besides keeping all 5 DB's was that they came into our home and kept them in their environment. My girls love Mrs. Karen and her daughters and the boys love Mr. Greg. I was so at peace being gone for that long. I truly am thankful for Karen and Greg.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>The Chief and I spent such wonderful time together. We talked and talked and used that time to pray over some matters and situations in our life right now. The Lord truly met us and like minded we became and some decisions were made.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>School starts all too soon around here, we are winding down on summer vacation. All the DB's have "shot" up this Summer and DB #2 is about to pass #1. I hope you are all having a wonderful Summer.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>So the next few weeks will be getting ready for school. This year will be different as we are looking into a few things to throw into the mix around here. (more on that later.)</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-34737127669571940032009-06-20T22:13:00.003-04:002009-06-20T22:16:45.536-04:00Happy Father's Day To Our.....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4a9xgmg1VMXmRyX1RDKjD1ULXel7gasO5NGE9FyhPFR_yf-XX8gCF-B9w4dOxJpnvwApRivnDTMq0eFdXRUVpx2kCf3tSq-Lb8qht517uGnm7VvNPeuIgHlYBC1GUISis1cMjPwmPDWs/s1600-h/046+-+Copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349598926469660898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4a9xgmg1VMXmRyX1RDKjD1ULXel7gasO5NGE9FyhPFR_yf-XX8gCF-B9w4dOxJpnvwApRivnDTMq0eFdXRUVpx2kCf3tSq-Lb8qht517uGnm7VvNPeuIgHlYBC1GUISis1cMjPwmPDWs/s400/046+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-86935284617792382942009-06-16T15:33:00.009-04:002009-06-16T17:02:16.373-04:00Of All Things I Remember, I Remember My Daddy's Hat...<div align="left"><em>......I have heard this from the Chief for years. The Chief's daddy was murdered when he was only 10 years old. Throughout the years I have learned about the extreme harshness inflicted upon the Chief and his brother's, coupled with all the great memories the Chief has of his Daddy. One thing that is a constant in talking with the Chief and other family members is that someone always seems to mention the <strong>hat</strong>. I always asked, "Where is the hat? What happened to it?" I learned that the hat was taken by a family member after the Chief's daddy died and was buried. Later I would learn that it was just sitting in a garbage bag for 26 years or more shoved into a closet.<br /><br />We have know for years that this family member lives a county away from where we live now, so last Summer we took a trip over to see her. This was the Chief's aunt (his daddy's sister). We had a great visit, although I was GREAT with child and miserable, I loved listening to the Chief go down memory lane (good and bad) as we got closer to our destination.<br /><br />Quite a few months went by, actually 5 months rolled by and the Chief's birthday was approaching. I was doing dishes one day, and had a thought come to me....."it never hurts to ask" I thought, I wonder if anyone has ever just "asked" Aunt Mary Alice for the hat? I learned a LONG time ago the worst someone could ever say to you when you ask for something is NO.<br /><br />So with a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">scheming</span> (I had to get her # from the Chief's phone) I called and asked. Without a moments <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hesitation</span> the reply was, "If I can find it, you can have it." <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Scuse</span>' me? What was that? For real?....now weeks pasted and I hadn't heard anything and I was getting worried, I finally got a call, "I am so sorry, I have searched hi and low and I just can not find it." I was a bucket of tears, I was so sad...so I started praying. "Lord, help me honor my husband, with this gift. Help me please to show him my love by working this out. Please find that hat for me."<br /><br />Two days later and 1 week before the Chief's birthday I got the call. "I have found it." I will bring it to you.<br /><br />So with the Lords help I was able to be there to watch the Chief <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">receive</span> his Daddy's hat, his daddy's hat with greased finger prints on it, his daddy's hat with his daddy's hair still on the inside, the hat his daddy last wore. A hat the Chief will pass down to our sons and hopefully their sons. A hat that in a memory filled with sad and horrific things brings the "good" memories to my husbands mind. A hat the Chief had not seen in 26 years. I have never seen my husband at a loss for anything. There were no words...he was in awe that in his hands he was holding his daddy's hat.<br /><br />I am honored to be a part of watching him get the hat, I am grateful that I was listening when the Holy Spirit whispered " It never hurts to ask."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></em></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSUyvbpA6y-j6zW0bx64gi3ZHyy-eZngXd6PkcU-gBXDYOgoj8XxNaMEjrYw4IL3TZya8-Jp2X0XCE8RcRKVZHLoNTuWN0LPh7jRCzQztLUy0IOg1hmysh-p5-P7WT1dA162vRakPH00/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348030996388182914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSUyvbpA6y-j6zW0bx64gi3ZHyy-eZngXd6PkcU-gBXDYOgoj8XxNaMEjrYw4IL3TZya8-Jp2X0XCE8RcRKVZHLoNTuWN0LPh7jRCzQztLUy0IOg1hmysh-p5-P7WT1dA162vRakPH00/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></em></a><em><br /></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp-RfHW6CpdEymoNmBLbvWhk5WWB3xSb0NXKIMv7_kFC4JheArBGWpOWxa_KICJBx5Ks0aVXgxDqI9Z-Xiv4tT1btjxCClTuNXxhqTxsJdX3leCNG6g4RereDQiA00sOJTMTvsxJ54ntA/s1600-h/4941_592244420733_46205029_34585352_3548587_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348030999546016162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp-RfHW6CpdEymoNmBLbvWhk5WWB3xSb0NXKIMv7_kFC4JheArBGWpOWxa_KICJBx5Ks0aVXgxDqI9Z-Xiv4tT1btjxCClTuNXxhqTxsJdX3leCNG6g4RereDQiA00sOJTMTvsxJ54ntA/s400/4941_592244420733_46205029_34585352_3548587_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHUyWfs_8dVyf7lgP0PRobZg_a7dncGeEggRLybnI5Z-VAY7xhZVTdVs2aliHfQc6vnVLiaCv0809JGCKQtId-_2nrf3fIOp-ETgMvulZDqDeNt1qlkVrwiVxDtN5Zue8vyL-aYKf_HY/s1600-h/4941_592244410753_46205029_34585350_5830780_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348030991397943058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHUyWfs_8dVyf7lgP0PRobZg_a7dncGeEggRLybnI5Z-VAY7xhZVTdVs2aliHfQc6vnVLiaCv0809JGCKQtId-_2nrf3fIOp-ETgMvulZDqDeNt1qlkVrwiVxDtN5Zue8vyL-aYKf_HY/s400/4941_592244410753_46205029_34585350_5830780_n.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-70493328936240665122009-06-15T09:59:00.004-04:002009-06-15T10:17:27.806-04:00Our Life....<strong><em>.....is full to say the least. I thought Summer vacation would be filled with lazy days and such. Ha! No such luck. I am still keeping my two "other" babies three days a week for the Summer. We are busy. Last week I found a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">VBS</span> that was in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">morning</span> time and the Doodlebug's had an absolute blast. The one that was fun to watch was DB #4, he FINALLY got to go and hung strong <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">throughout</span> the whole week. The people that are painting our house (inside) started bringing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">their</span> grand-daughter, so most days I took 7 kids to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">VBS</span>, and had 8 here in the afternoons....CRAZY!<br /><br />The Chief and I are planning a mini vacation, because of $$ we are going to have a "pretend" vacation and stay at home. Hopefully people will leave us alone for a week. We are going to have to hide our cars (and no I am NOT joking). Because of the Chief's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">position</span> people are dropping by our house all the time, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">weather</span> he is working or not. Some people think he is available 24, 7 days a week. We are planning several day trips here and there. Hopefully we will make it to the beach for at least a day trip.<br /><br />Oh, how I wish we had the $$ to stay a week at the beach somewhere. Would you believe me if I told you we will be married for 10 years in Dec. and have NEVER been on a "real" vacation. No I am not joking. I am looking forward to just being with my husband and doodlebug's for a solid week, no cell phone, no computer (maybe just a little check in now and then) and no where to be, kids to watch (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">cept</span>, my own)....I will choose to be grateful we are getting to do this if nothing else.<br /><br />Have I mentioned lately, that the Chief works two near bout full time jobs. By fault the Chief is a work-a-holic however I miss him. I miss him when three or four days go by and I don't see him. To this day (other than my daddy) I do not know a man that works as hard as the Chief does. Chief's profession does not afford us a lavish lifestyle, infact, you would seize up if you knew what we manage to live on.... he is my provider and protector and I love him with all I have because of his dedication to his family.<br /><br />So we will enjoy every moment of our "fake" vacation here at Casa Da La Jenkins...how is your Summer going?</em></strong>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-79655389451719469102009-06-09T20:29:00.004-04:002009-06-09T20:42:39.780-04:00My Beeba and PawPaw<strong><em>My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Beeba</span> and my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">PawPaw</span> came for a (too) short visit on Sunday afternoon. Now these are my Daddy's parents and the ONLY set of living Great Grandparents on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">either</span> side that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Doodelbug's</span> have. All morning we prepared for them to come and the DB's were all outside waiting for the arrival when the van pulled up caring 4 very special people (my mom and daddy came too).</em></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>We had a GREAT, energized visit and it ended all too quickly. Thank you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Beeba</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">PawPaw</span> for coming to see us and for loving us so dearly. We love you and miss you already....the Doodlebugs sure do too!</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Beeba</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">PawPaw</span>, Me, My Mom, My Daddy, and DB's 1-5</em></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpIB3UMByBUXroCK2vC_QwpZINc51Nntmh4V2DFwCeV3Mb_tJWlINM6MOm52gC44h6RzDuQG3XVMc2lwLx07F6S2sjwPwbnz9RqgYgcwL0HDWRmLkxvm_cynP2S_n23R7rscESkluwzo/s1600-h/034.JPG"><strong><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345490595902259266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpIB3UMByBUXroCK2vC_QwpZINc51Nntmh4V2DFwCeV3Mb_tJWlINM6MOm52gC44h6RzDuQG3XVMc2lwLx07F6S2sjwPwbnz9RqgYgcwL0HDWRmLkxvm_cynP2S_n23R7rscESkluwzo/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /></em></strong></a><strong><em> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Beeba</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">PawPaw</span>, Me, Mom and Dad</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>(BTW, My beautiful Mom will be 60 this year. you would never know it!)<br /></em></strong></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcbuCsZEEVfNK03-Ixfg1E_Xryrn6CIZ8fjb3Zuqzqfgf1pyOP5GxSsB7WY-Vnxf6Sun9s-DpcGgtVbNRph2j9u678bgaN5hySEKLBf0SaslvxvUiQmRqNZIeq_uBxoIynFXJCCfft7E/s1600-h/030.JPG"><strong><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345490588836378498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcbuCsZEEVfNK03-Ixfg1E_Xryrn6CIZ8fjb3Zuqzqfgf1pyOP5GxSsB7WY-Vnxf6Sun9s-DpcGgtVbNRph2j9u678bgaN5hySEKLBf0SaslvxvUiQmRqNZIeq_uBxoIynFXJCCfft7E/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /></em></strong></a><strong><em> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Beeba</span> Stealing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Grant's</span> Kisses Anyway She Can Get Them<br /></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHkAD-PEiTKbQ4WaihenWpIgcHGyxXI5DUXmlgho68ek9ihjrZ26gUF2TJ1I_TpuShRa-fgHFSHTwsCCoYeTMcat38k2YzV8o_ElyhqeBFX8A0hDEv6SdmoQ8M-5wckphlIQ7sZGbJsM/s1600-h/024.JPG"><strong><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345490591104505602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHkAD-PEiTKbQ4WaihenWpIgcHGyxXI5DUXmlgho68ek9ihjrZ26gUF2TJ1I_TpuShRa-fgHFSHTwsCCoYeTMcat38k2YzV8o_ElyhqeBFX8A0hDEv6SdmoQ8M-5wckphlIQ7sZGbJsM/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /></em></strong></a><strong><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Beeba</span> and Ema Moore<br /></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWi-9D7IfoZ7emJWL1Q1jERDnYncWaULFal1hwsCLYS1fk0wAY81Xe2_7zYg0I44Z9s1HSUlbDmbhCsrT5l3vlk8oq15QcvNqJkEG7G7BveJHilhSK-gmTyH7jQ74YUgZYYGEApNf1-hk/s1600-h/015.JPG"><strong><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345490580842927122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWi-9D7IfoZ7emJWL1Q1jERDnYncWaULFal1hwsCLYS1fk0wAY81Xe2_7zYg0I44Z9s1HSUlbDmbhCsrT5l3vlk8oq15QcvNqJkEG7G7BveJHilhSK-gmTyH7jQ74YUgZYYGEApNf1-hk/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /></em></strong></a><strong><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">PawPaw</span> and Grant (I will treasure this picture forever)<br /></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIf3Tw8qEFire9LofICZdjfTvadqmDNl0rXdOwM532N-N6psuMy98IHF9A7ai9aRKHq0s3xiUCOBQkB88vMcNeeZGoEzKTC24fMuRgpg7VkUdHTktwqgHu_bSnAf9FSkFuOYhJJFwBD0/s1600-h/006.JPG"><strong><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345490579646770082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIf3Tw8qEFire9LofICZdjfTvadqmDNl0rXdOwM532N-N6psuMy98IHF9A7ai9aRKHq0s3xiUCOBQkB88vMcNeeZGoEzKTC24fMuRgpg7VkUdHTktwqgHu_bSnAf9FSkFuOYhJJFwBD0/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /></em></strong></a><strong><em>I love you my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Beeba</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">PawPaw</span> with all that I have. </em></strong></p>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-7640730994674463652009-05-20T11:33:00.011-04:002009-05-20T12:15:34.802-04:00Thought I Would Change Things Up A Bit...<div align="center"><strong><em>Well you know how I NEVER </em></strong><a href="http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/08/brag-shop.html"><strong><em>talk</em></strong></a><strong><em> about the Doodlebugs...I NEVER post </em></strong><a href="http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-things-i-want-to-share.html"><strong><em>pictures</em></strong></a><strong><em>....Never blog about their </em></strong><a href="http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com/2008/06/doodlebug-1our-conversation.html"><strong><em>cute</em></strong></a><strong><em> happenings? I thought I would remedy that today! :-) </em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>So this post is for my chunky monkey doodlebug #5...who is a whopping 7 months and 22 pounds! I think he is trying for a tie in the weight contest as the Chief was 30 pounds at 10 months....he is on his merry eating way! He is crawling and pulling up in his crib now. He is talking and already looked right at the Chief directly and uttered those words...DA-DA!</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>Doodlebug #1 and #2 are working on his clapping abilities on demand. He just about has it. We are a "wrestling match friday night" kind of family and Doodlebug #5 attended his first match last week...getting right into the mix of EVERYTHING and loved every minite of it! I hope you enjoy Grant's happenings, he is a complete joy and a blessing to our family.</em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em>You can totally tell he was in a fit of laughter!</em></strong><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGiAAR9oIIilYGhaUBUV-ux6GkO19D0HWqInHH_CbCL0fiOW5X_ewe1fhNez7CPWOsCsVAo6ehj56RmeLsMYKHwaoZnMyu5XP8yG0GCJKDbEZbw9t1ZDyqoyvLMeC1Kpx9F6qJOw4Ailg/s1600-h/115.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337937063183340258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGiAAR9oIIilYGhaUBUV-ux6GkO19D0HWqInHH_CbCL0fiOW5X_ewe1fhNez7CPWOsCsVAo6ehj56RmeLsMYKHwaoZnMyu5XP8yG0GCJKDbEZbw9t1ZDyqoyvLMeC1Kpx9F6qJOw4Ailg/s400/115.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><strong><em>First Beach Trip</em></strong><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9TGfss8ZXrvuuXbbyR2J9j-8uaPwcN9XHM5fCz18VOzWW6CWVWMlVdJBAKQxyjwEmsH_Ej-iKlrBGRIUOdSiFJ11l3zXZGMrOKqnXJXx1nt0nCyF5F5ABq6B1FQ0tYHplGP0Pp2usTo/s1600-h/056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337937063676571010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9TGfss8ZXrvuuXbbyR2J9j-8uaPwcN9XHM5fCz18VOzWW6CWVWMlVdJBAKQxyjwEmsH_Ej-iKlrBGRIUOdSiFJ11l3zXZGMrOKqnXJXx1nt0nCyF5F5ABq6B1FQ0tYHplGP0Pp2usTo/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><strong><em>Blue Eyes (He gets them from his <s>Mommy</s> Papa!)</em></strong><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cpHIV8lIzG-PuZFcoU2YUT_94W3McGGc-VozPquBEmOXxA6cgOfdxwdDkzrFC9qRQj3ibaknhFvMWFNl8RZyTAU96skyN0F93QCiO6YlnUG9L_ygrQ3zM95K3EO77niC0CHUrXdnEAY/s1600-h/038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337937060265536306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cpHIV8lIzG-PuZFcoU2YUT_94W3McGGc-VozPquBEmOXxA6cgOfdxwdDkzrFC9qRQj3ibaknhFvMWFNl8RZyTAU96skyN0F93QCiO6YlnUG9L_ygrQ3zM95K3EO77niC0CHUrXdnEAY/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><strong><em>Just a day in the life of living with a 4 year old sister!</em></strong><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzimFtOr0O7lHHkJ5-qEgtbAsDgM1tS-8Q6dJeYxJnn5a8Xpunb20sMDmhqAe7ZCcQR5cTbw1qMyHBcp6dYaEeXZQmIoHZlBHSkObjbEJEYKgn-hUvE8OIk9pMsX_xT0lmg25Y2QABVE/s1600-h/110.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337937057119621922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzimFtOr0O7lHHkJ5-qEgtbAsDgM1tS-8Q6dJeYxJnn5a8Xpunb20sMDmhqAe7ZCcQR5cTbw1qMyHBcp6dYaEeXZQmIoHZlBHSkObjbEJEYKgn-hUvE8OIk9pMsX_xT0lmg25Y2QABVE/s400/110.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cf3hvnf0x84&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cf3hvnf0x84&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSi3CruM_Hk&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSi3CruM_Hk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-45997673026172067012009-05-19T15:26:00.006-04:002009-05-19T20:58:08.273-04:00Number 1 Moves From 2 And Heads To 3...<strong><em>Doodlebug #1 has officially left the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span> grade and is now an official 3rd grader....boo...sob...sniff. :-(. </em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>Yes it's true, my little girl is truly growing up! I have spoken before about Doodlebug #1 being VERY imaginative and creative...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">well</span>, her creativity has blossomed into fashion. Now, for me this is very difficult and had to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">approached</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">delicately</span>. You see I PRIDE myself on the Doodlebugs <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">appearances</span>...nothing other than having them be presentable and hair done...oh yeah and I have this thing (it's a little thing) but I LOVE them to match! <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">OK</span> I am a little compulsive about it...there I said it...happy?</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>So (moving on) when Doodlebug #1 at nearly 8 just started having a slight opinion about what she wanted to wear....I knew the honeymoon was nearing an end...:-( So the pictures to follow are of her today at school...yes school and yes she wore this and this entire outfit cost me $8...I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">thrift-ed</span> it all for fun...little did I know she would love it all and throw it all together into one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">collaboration</span>...</em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em>To pat myself on the the back...I let her wear it and I loved it and I thought Doodlebug #1 looked just as Doodlebug #1 should! (pat-pat)</em></strong><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em>Doodlebug #1<br /></em></strong><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizuO3vu3sLy_WZyKvewkXgpoF8PqX-lefJFjCYyBi-GU3GDp5OtSpmsvEiKC1Qq5pa1DXcwaSlCZjj2C24yUpG-D5EWYbCWnlBJBydKLZ4Es0TUbcIpmTlyaenJ7ovLzf_SyYggkNOvFQ/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337623605238212370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizuO3vu3sLy_WZyKvewkXgpoF8PqX-lefJFjCYyBi-GU3GDp5OtSpmsvEiKC1Qq5pa1DXcwaSlCZjj2C24yUpG-D5EWYbCWnlBJBydKLZ4Es0TUbcIpmTlyaenJ7ovLzf_SyYggkNOvFQ/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRgB_rdKwapDpnNwamTVfdPpu85xHPVATBcIHD8fCggn9fsi7EIcfTnVn-we__pbdbCfpCwk0RH9r6eu2e6-NoE0Tqh5-qZbVOSNyFiqy_7rusTyxQfnFRhM5hq8CGDdYK4YroGwzWis/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337623597967616434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRgB_rdKwapDpnNwamTVfdPpu85xHPVATBcIHD8fCggn9fsi7EIcfTnVn-we__pbdbCfpCwk0RH9r6eu2e6-NoE0Tqh5-qZbVOSNyFiqy_7rusTyxQfnFRhM5hq8CGDdYK4YroGwzWis/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixwlgnOpE1AQEWOPGgXyEbaUssuxo22Ns31YKGntIeqcJWdHLSbjuiLJb9qAR5DWxsi4Sk0rNNk2PFvRFhNmIS7gO-o7i7johWJQFCW2Zqnl1pUohMN3PuyGOODd3MOtOi2uONDZGks-Y/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337623586812392914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixwlgnOpE1AQEWOPGgXyEbaUssuxo22Ns31YKGntIeqcJWdHLSbjuiLJb9qAR5DWxsi4Sk0rNNk2PFvRFhNmIS7gO-o7i7johWJQFCW2Zqnl1pUohMN3PuyGOODd3MOtOi2uONDZGks-Y/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrSqsD5SpWLcVJekClT217WAMC8_zOpxruLuYBB_YuLdrMdS-9iazsA1YSDKAQAFds4XeiJ_AAZGyAGzYbEz893W_gQOIZjTePPCwxJYNG800UjGplJxfanvKgWG8D0WuTCbAzD4ulMU/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337623582789861666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrSqsD5SpWLcVJekClT217WAMC8_zOpxruLuYBB_YuLdrMdS-9iazsA1YSDKAQAFds4XeiJ_AAZGyAGzYbEz893W_gQOIZjTePPCwxJYNG800UjGplJxfanvKgWG8D0WuTCbAzD4ulMU/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHPMU9zbMpp4i0Z2ie9DhT5VjmVQzm72yg90mi60awsG24vSuBTwM6yS64f76PJ3b-cWZK9uhfA2vYX1TQsjk3r8QTYT1KM16lD5bqVntzm7Kwk84C8XAoXotIpA6y-gKZjlstAVnYd0/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337623581164472738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHPMU9zbMpp4i0Z2ie9DhT5VjmVQzm72yg90mi60awsG24vSuBTwM6yS64f76PJ3b-cWZK9uhfA2vYX1TQsjk3r8QTYT1KM16lD5bqVntzm7Kwk84C8XAoXotIpA6y-gKZjlstAVnYd0/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-41077880598669231462009-05-18T11:26:00.003-04:002009-05-18T11:40:02.583-04:00Grant Is Loving His Baby Leg Warmers! (and so am I)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaxncFJlGHHKSK9tLgck_i66NakA-LW_uvdaURsIW6WygdwxpBXSXeTOMF-D0KK96IVgHNDzvegTnDWvLbs1MrYKCKo0Pk_lQNXXLK0Yu8LYFlGytaJu24bJ_KLeOVOfg14V7V7Ra2utk/s1600-h/086.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337187804316681346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaxncFJlGHHKSK9tLgck_i66NakA-LW_uvdaURsIW6WygdwxpBXSXeTOMF-D0KK96IVgHNDzvegTnDWvLbs1MrYKCKo0Pk_lQNXXLK0Yu8LYFlGytaJu24bJ_KLeOVOfg14V7V7Ra2utk/s400/086.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2p0a1FkpCtg8e6gPnY4ztL_dR310r6cDHFgVc4HUllsb_h8qjDvrvPmx9Bhxeb1ddBbcqGInLTBabJJwp0r2WVpspNd4ShnUW57up2Horvuq5SXRGtqkcQYq98_Fm79xWWEbJqlSJH84/s1600-h/088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337187797187773842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2p0a1FkpCtg8e6gPnY4ztL_dR310r6cDHFgVc4HUllsb_h8qjDvrvPmx9Bhxeb1ddBbcqGInLTBabJJwp0r2WVpspNd4ShnUW57up2Horvuq5SXRGtqkcQYq98_Fm79xWWEbJqlSJH84/s400/088.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsp4g-50wA9wlHTLkzTrJfAHbKxcbzfgcfGQov3x7Mo-SMTZe-XEZtzvbWYunwXZUxqclK8tJSmSrLyMHgdd46ZVEWKDPHJh79jb7oexU2VOhMoIU7lTOyQWE6NMM6mFHGSACJS9vyq34/s1600-h/075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337187792798946658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsp4g-50wA9wlHTLkzTrJfAHbKxcbzfgcfGQov3x7Mo-SMTZe-XEZtzvbWYunwXZUxqclK8tJSmSrLyMHgdd46ZVEWKDPHJh79jb7oexU2VOhMoIU7lTOyQWE6NMM6mFHGSACJS9vyq34/s400/075.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHPV0-Wh-OgvJsOCJB72i0OyGHf7pLjWTz8VZ-KNUGTI3HL61SWTdTJAblEOdLPPNmRyXDF96mWFukbW8Q_WV4qTW-q37oCDFSoU8E3IrW1EUgvVIASR73M3FphEeLHGO3nno7pY5oxk/s1600-h/060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337187788971914994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHPV0-Wh-OgvJsOCJB72i0OyGHf7pLjWTz8VZ-KNUGTI3HL61SWTdTJAblEOdLPPNmRyXDF96mWFukbW8Q_WV4qTW-q37oCDFSoU8E3IrW1EUgvVIASR73M3FphEeLHGO3nno7pY5oxk/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em>Loving these little </em></strong><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=70599"><strong><em>things</em></strong></a><strong><em> I am. I think </em></strong><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=70599"><strong><em>they</em></strong></a><strong><em> are a great, crafty invention. Grant loves them and the Doodlebug girls and Gunner wear them on their arms. I love them and plan on ordering more! Plus, just how much cuter can Doodlebug #5 get anyway!</em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-82725433295886517422009-05-15T23:45:00.002-04:002009-05-15T23:57:23.864-04:00Why is there school after CRCT?<strong><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">CRCT</span> is my states 'passing" or "not passing" test that is administered about four weeks before Summer vacation. Here is the deal though. After the stress of studying, taking, and passing the test...school ends. Just like that...it's like the pressure is off and school is over. '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cept</span> it's not. We have four more weeks after the test. Doodlebug #1 has watched movies at school since last week. I think the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cafeterias</span> is "cleaning" out it's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">cub boards</span> for the Summer 'cause Doodlebug #1 and #2 say the school served pizza AND chicken...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">INTHESAMEDAY</span>, as an entree'....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">eeewwwww</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">gggrrrooosssss</span>!</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>So I say let the little boogers out after State testing...the kiddos would love it and I am sure the teachers would too...oh ("hop") I am now off my soap box for tonight....</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>Did you hear? The Chief came home tonight after a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">looonnngg</span> day at work...took one look at me and said, "Go take a shower, and leave. I've got the kids." '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Scuse</span> me? Did I hear you correctly? I left so fast. I left with my hair wet, for fear he would change his mind. However I did get a text from him about three hours after I had left....it said, "I said go for a drive or something...not to take a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">freakin</span>' vacation!" Good thing I was already on my way home. He's a good man, a real good man. Thank you baby...</em></strong>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-65534990198220434322009-05-12T12:52:00.004-04:002009-05-12T13:01:51.798-04:00My Doodlebug Filled Mother's Day<div align="left"><strong><em>Well, it was bliss waking up to my Doodlebugs shouting "Happy Mother's Day" at the top of thier little Doodlebug lungs. I was actually thinking that other then getting a lovely gift, my Mother's Day consisted of the DB's piling into bed with me and snuggling, heading to church, out for a nice lunch, home for a nap, softball with the Chief, and ice cream cones...that's my day nearly everyday. This led me to realize the Chief and Doodlebugs do a pretty nice job of making EVERY day Mother's Day for me. I love them and treasure them will all that is within me. They are ALL my favorites!</em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em>My Greatest Accomplishments<br /></em></strong><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKppTHvIWU3dT588s2PDP3CkAgVx52mwhy_LL9DptqmbB2kHcEVEW0YFQMzZNWiJSbmZPEU-DU0DSsx4I7NP2AK0SRyD0VeefjpdvW5viBDKnJRbF8ClTQls589MhrLc2NwY05agK2nRc/s1600-h/043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334982849307363682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKppTHvIWU3dT588s2PDP3CkAgVx52mwhy_LL9DptqmbB2kHcEVEW0YFQMzZNWiJSbmZPEU-DU0DSsx4I7NP2AK0SRyD0VeefjpdvW5viBDKnJRbF8ClTQls589MhrLc2NwY05agK2nRc/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /></a>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-88197342432611509352009-05-11T14:27:00.003-04:002009-05-11T14:35:39.816-04:00Looks Kind Of Like PMS....<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ejINZ5v6myYPQuJgMPdXlW2lFJv6e9ByybMOd8XME0p5-a4J_5ni5D7am2wQADWKk1UhUo96-sjcBiB8wAu2iTupkRdTeLSG9ILucP9284vjE7lMp5-PosTIoZnze8y5vYQJdinrkkQ/s1600-h/IMG_3296.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334636500881354402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ejINZ5v6myYPQuJgMPdXlW2lFJv6e9ByybMOd8XME0p5-a4J_5ni5D7am2wQADWKk1UhUo96-sjcBiB8wAu2iTupkRdTeLSG9ILucP9284vjE7lMp5-PosTIoZnze8y5vYQJdinrkkQ/s400/IMG_3296.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My friend Kim over at <a href="http://livinginleesburg.blogspot.com/">Living in Leesburg</a> has won the Miracle Blanket. So Kim, thank you for your entry, and yes, it looks like PMS to me too. (hem, been there done that). So shoot me over an e-mail with your address and go to the <a href="http://www.miracleblanket.com/">Miracle Blanket </a>site and pick out the color you would like and let me know. Thank you all so much for making my first give a way...so much stinkin' fun. Have a great day!<br /></div>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-68845822924724037822009-05-06T10:06:00.008-04:002009-05-06T10:42:52.921-04:00Name This Photo For A Free Miracle Blanket!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxa4wFOrxZGKhrKleWDOkH8-DGNxo5RgU4-hZGJgLbu7XsRGCihaGmOqTkp11y0m7lmf0n8Z4LfS0AhDSijrOh9B3KuJx5bBl0eMjoIUosIQ6rcaCT2XbUTG-B-SK7gG1-3A38A29wWk/s1600-h/IMG_3296.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332715565472231010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxa4wFOrxZGKhrKleWDOkH8-DGNxo5RgU4-hZGJgLbu7XsRGCihaGmOqTkp11y0m7lmf0n8Z4LfS0AhDSijrOh9B3KuJx5bBl0eMjoIUosIQ6rcaCT2XbUTG-B-SK7gG1-3A38A29wWk/s400/IMG_3296.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I can barely upload this photo with out going into a pants peeing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hissy</span> fit of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">freaking</span>' laughter! So after many hours of "cleverly thinking"...I got nothing. So I decided to just copy, steal, mimic (what's that they say about imitation?) <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">MckMama</span>'</a>s famous "Name That Photo" and host a "Name That Photo" contest myself.<br /><br />So here it is. Give this photo of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">BFF</span> (she the one that makes the Doodlebugs delicious outfits) partaking in this mini <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Twix,</span> a clever caption. Submit it to the site and we will choose a winner on Sunday!<br /><br />You will be winning a <a href="http://www.miracleblanket.com/index.htm">Miracle Blanket </a>in the color of your choice. Mom's everywhere have sworn by this wrapping blanket to calm a baby in seconds. If by chance a blogger post about my contest and you happen upon Mrs. Chief through their blog, you can then tell me which blog linked me to you, and that said blogger will also win a gift from me as well. So put those thinking caps on and give me a great big chuckle. I can't wait to see what you may <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">come</span> up with!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWyX3wPa8MexsjHl0sUL-TdRMnol57EtWGn8gL6_XWSdtwYfHhzPJwhU-zI1NeX2nT6zTSt-LvMoZQIWCJri9Tlq_jfheGcGnl9xsqOeH2dBmQYpBObJWLAb6Bkakux_Pc2QA_E8GSis/s1600-h/IMG_3296.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332712728541650626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWyX3wPa8MexsjHl0sUL-TdRMnol57EtWGn8gL6_XWSdtwYfHhzPJwhU-zI1NeX2nT6zTSt-LvMoZQIWCJri9Tlq_jfheGcGnl9xsqOeH2dBmQYpBObJWLAb6Bkakux_Pc2QA_E8GSis/s400/IMG_3296.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">BAHAHAHAHAH</span>! I love it! :-)</div>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-38736825963896293592009-05-04T11:02:00.007-04:002009-05-04T22:22:06.993-04:00Miracle Blanket Give-A-Way And More!<a href="http://www.miracleblanket.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331994505093849682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fvwGSDPNE2EnplLFxxOHxRb9Og6DDdyVC3mcHR-AueYyfIECtAkRkNy7PDJg8dzoNWUzwWxYbPL-NBNO6GWgnfxCMCelooZXd8lBWspGXpHKsP_KzxP7HI31-bpzuCJbVlXlPXOwf54/s400/miracle+blanket.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em>OK...so the good people from the </em></strong><a href="http://www.miracleblanket.com/"><strong><em>Miracle Blanket </em></strong></a><strong><em>company have contacted me and offered me a brand new Miracle Blanket. Because I was busy authenticating the e-mail from the Miracle Blanket people through </em></strong><a href="http://www.miracleblanket.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><strong><em>MckMama</em></strong></span></a><strong><em> , Doodlebug #5 is now too big to use it. Good news for you, and good news from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MckMama</span>, the e-mail was "for real"! I just ended a conversation with Susan from Miracle Blanket and told her I would just host a giveaway instead!</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>So one lucky winner will be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">receiving</span> a Miracle Blanket in the color of their choice. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Yippie</span>! I am going to spend the day thinking of some clever way to host my first give-a-way. So here's the deal. Please help me get the word out that a Miracle Blanket give-a-way is in the works. Please link my giveaway from your blog. When the winner is picked, if that winner will share with me who's blog she heard about the contest through (if there is one) that blogger will also win a gift from me as well, for helping spread the word.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>OK so I am off to "think cleverly".....I am so excited! And for those of you who read my blog and don't follow me...now is a great time to start!!!!</em></strong>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-18306639327134621552009-04-25T20:28:00.004-04:002009-04-25T20:36:44.794-04:00The Beach In Black and White<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40doFj61dszsIISfnhlVTex8CeyiuttEWiMZTUs5pVhqJZx5YyHroRkJO86oMa9AyhrSu7Vx1YZvO5iM0k4HMIoGChQ9NuOqWtLwV19jHuIwj4RXobnM8mIz0DtvfIMMM5TMCbMUxAXo/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328792356098504034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi40doFj61dszsIISfnhlVTex8CeyiuttEWiMZTUs5pVhqJZx5YyHroRkJO86oMa9AyhrSu7Vx1YZvO5iM0k4HMIoGChQ9NuOqWtLwV19jHuIwj4RXobnM8mIz0DtvfIMMM5TMCbMUxAXo/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZrDRCzF70U2UInQn9MNRqpTJ9IvEKpjcUPcgM7ldkuuVNiQ4bkglFAsUhg0x-U5h21pHuRnCzmiz7Eop1NBVMioo6xIPJIOsqczJc0NHxr656knbSOy-pJG-sLn_6e9Sm1AJrFWI-lrM/s1600-h/086.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328791944837296226" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTc4s_fIn__wq0qsffi0zDG0hYJtJPRHmNS0hV3HYCOt_Kqw5US7GUHTDBAIzjBQGgsHx6yN6B1uF4o7J1AjI9ljMRG5rnbxqlUr5L2UCxbJ1FQYKmCxpx84JL1a764ydLBPPNf_b7-g/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-15433514337002563352009-04-21T10:28:00.003-04:002009-04-21T10:40:12.531-04:00Any Takers...<strong>I sent out this e-mail trying to *convince* my family and friends....they will benefit from keeping the Doodlebugs...really they will. Think I will have ANY takers????</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong><em>That's right...all of you special people have been carefully selected (with much consideration and thought) to have the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">opportunity</span> to keep...the ones...the only....(drum roll, please).......Jenkins Doodlebugs!!!!! *And the crowd goes wild*!!!!<br /><br />For the dates of July 11<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thru</span> 15<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span>...they could all be yours!!! Well, at least some of them...now this is a first come first serve basis (no crowding ,please) Seriously, there is enough to go around. And here are your choices...<br /><br />DB #1- Bright, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">intelligent</span> 7 year old (by then 8) little young lady by the name of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">McKenna</span>. She is able to function quite on her own. She will be helpful and is quite serious at times....she is schooled in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">un</span>-loading the dishwasher...and washing her own hair.<br /><br />DB#2- One precious big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">gapped</span> tooth 6 year old Olivia...who requires lots of hugs and kisses. She can read for you if you would like and has an infectious laugh...she loves to be in the kitchen and be a "helper" too.<br /><br />DB #3- If you haven't yet spent time with this outgoing, singing, chipper little four year old, Ema...there is NO time like the present...if you have the ability to listen to chatter <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ALLDAYLONG</span>...and love to answer the question Why...this ones for you!<br /><br />DB#4- Boy oh, boy, oh, boy!!! That says it cause' yes he is! Gunner Joel. This little man is a nice one to snatch up. A bit of a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">cuddler</span>, and one that still takes a nap (should you require an afternoon rest) He loves to be outside "working" and if you got my video earlier...would love for someone to take him to "Play Golf" *snickering*<br /><br />NOW!!!!! A <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Surprise</span>...<br /><br />Just when you thought it couldn't get any better...<br /><br />There is a slight chance...<br /><br />Should he be willing... that...<br /><br />DB#5-Grant, may be staying back as well, while mommy and daddy get much needed R&R for the first time in 8 years!!!!!! Should this ADORABLE baby be eating self-sufficiently by July...He could be all yours to do with as you like. He is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">sooo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">sqishable</span>, kissable, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">hugable</span>, unable to talk back, run from you, or give you a dirty look. He is an avid Fox news watcher (cause he has no idea what he's watching).<br /><br />OK should I put up the barriers as you all run, leap and jump at this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">opportunity</span>????<br /><br />Let me know...slots will fill up quickly and I can't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">guarantee</span> you a Doodlebug. Get while the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">gettins</span>' good!!!!!<br /><br /><br /> </em></strong>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-23476340795436906502009-04-14T11:46:00.004-04:002009-04-16T08:48:52.605-04:00Easter-2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoD0tXOdTsI6ciRZ_A0wk_bwGskSGEyVfUShk1-qoyxwYzfCGFhRLYj6r_XSZWN14po02cqNDVaeYrrxQ-36ZTYYkQGjIzePPQJY7yz3xnuN7Ag4ogkhaOe2PesKMDqpvZkFm9aTpAfA/s1600-h/038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325269871079996018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoD0tXOdTsI6ciRZ_A0wk_bwGskSGEyVfUShk1-qoyxwYzfCGFhRLYj6r_XSZWN14po02cqNDVaeYrrxQ-36ZTYYkQGjIzePPQJY7yz3xnuN7Ag4ogkhaOe2PesKMDqpvZkFm9aTpAfA/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPW43k7CTNKahmEmbGczwe5MzwsyynfIZxcXPvEDchI4yqrHvQErxcgz9A0Yg4ijCzsjOENe9byNnekMvsbWQ_5P0yLXotLymRrDCciNyOtq5xqCfHKinbvcrlVCaeq62mnDC3-vEcio/s1600-h/037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325269864963574018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPW43k7CTNKahmEmbGczwe5MzwsyynfIZxcXPvEDchI4yqrHvQErxcgz9A0Yg4ijCzsjOENe9byNnekMvsbWQ_5P0yLXotLymRrDCciNyOtq5xqCfHKinbvcrlVCaeq62mnDC3-vEcio/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGiKbuot57rgcTAf_27pPTkn12ZZVXIXVxOuLhkTjkGrfALjHt8-hbGUIAH2OTh80ImJ_5ccfPQIBPGfuncqz5aLvZsZKAuMfUSLdo7ZuRW2vIMAnWvDES8__E23vw-HOHdgJr2zeReiE/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325269862342979490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGiKbuot57rgcTAf_27pPTkn12ZZVXIXVxOuLhkTjkGrfALjHt8-hbGUIAH2OTh80ImJ_5ccfPQIBPGfuncqz5aLvZsZKAuMfUSLdo7ZuRW2vIMAnWvDES8__E23vw-HOHdgJr2zeReiE/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6XsDJ4EAqpI1hyphenhyphen-c9qWRBz-t3VERVddpFmBNJnXC_8eXOfZBIrC8OH_astODji0hG7i1m-EZmEFvO1seTAefDoxc5PpXPcSTAZSDZ5mUNwCnBZBFIi9Cf3azd8vfuVVt4Q8gL8GEEyZw/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325269857052304754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6XsDJ4EAqpI1hyphenhyphen-c9qWRBz-t3VERVddpFmBNJnXC_8eXOfZBIrC8OH_astODji0hG7i1m-EZmEFvO1seTAefDoxc5PpXPcSTAZSDZ5mUNwCnBZBFIi9Cf3azd8vfuVVt4Q8gL8GEEyZw/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHGMcbFNEPsGmqlnpg85S-QKkZO8XZSoAgOUBmvg8m__dE8U5p7STsartwwveTg6uISC2E-hg5xPBg-puvXXTmGzQy0muU5TmIUeXQunJD1_-PR8QWYTjU9Nn6ycrTz5cUjBzZCB9frc/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325269851019735090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHGMcbFNEPsGmqlnpg85S-QKkZO8XZSoAgOUBmvg8m__dE8U5p7STsartwwveTg6uISC2E-hg5xPBg-puvXXTmGzQy0muU5TmIUeXQunJD1_-PR8QWYTjU9Nn6ycrTz5cUjBzZCB9frc/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-44155468185758985252009-04-08T14:42:00.012-04:002009-04-08T16:17:51.907-04:00Topless In The Laundry Room<strong><em>Lets play a little game shall we? I will call it, Have You Ever?<br /><br />Have you ever thought it was a good idea to eat your child's lollipop because she was screaming bloody murder while taking a nice brisk walk through the quite neighborhood and thought that that was the perfect time for her to throw the worst tantrum she has had in months? So you ate her lollipop, not to teach her a lesson but because you were so mad at her?<br /><br />Have you ever been thrown unexpectedly into some "make believe" wrestling move, because during quite the "intimate" moment with your spouse you look up and see two little eyes peering into your door way...only to hear your spouse claim very loudly..."Mommy and Daddy are just wrestling sweetie", and you say "I think you broke something."under your breath?<br /><br />Have you ever left a shirt in your dryer and thought you could just quickly dash out to the dryer topless, and finish dressing out there...only to realize your shirt and bra are in fact in the house. And to make things better, someone is knocking on your back door and you are stuck in the laundry room? So quickly you decide to slip on the first shirt you see (which is the hubby's) and you answer the back door dripping wet hair in a shirt that states :"Top 10 dumbest ways to get arrested"?<br /><br />Have you ever cried because you couldn't find your fat jeans anywhere in the house? So you decided the next best thing is to wear your fat (old lady) underwear. Then you spend the entire time outandabout..."fixing" that never ending wedgie hoping nobody can see you?<br /><br />Have you ever nursed your baby while grocery shopping with four other Doodlebugs, only to "switch" sides to which your oldest doodlebug girls announces your boob is showing. Yeah seeing as you forgot to pull the other side of your shirt down when making the "switch".<br /><br />Have you ever worked for well over an hour to get "loaded" into the car. Just when you get in the car you remember you left your sunglasses, then when you are one step down off the porch you realize you left your ATM card (turn around), then you get buckled and WHAT! Where are your keys? Man. So have you ever finally gotten on your way, made it through check out and then it happens...it's like your baby decided to eliminate all it had eaten in the last 14 days while in line at Wal-Mart...then while in the bathroom and all the kids playing in the water that comes on by itself, do you then realize...of all the things you remembered to go back and get...WIPES WERE NOT ONE OF THEM!<br /><br />Have you ever left one or two Doodelbugs on another isle while you just shopped away!<br /><br />Have you ever considered a a grocery shopping trip a sucess when only four eggs, one yogurt, and one jar or dill relish get s dropped and broken?<br /><br />ANDLASTBUTNOTLEAST....Have you EVER left small (could be hazardous) items on the floor for your baby to get a hold to?<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/37DCnviB1bE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/37DCnviB1bE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />No? Really you haven't? Well, me either...WHEW! That's really good to know.</em></strong>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103447317020231096.post-44959128857824221462009-04-01T09:24:00.002-04:002009-04-01T09:38:36.966-04:00Rain Rain...I am going INSANE!!!!<strong><em>It's coming down , down, down....and with two toddlers this is never a good sign. The Doodlebugs tree house is a lake...heck my whole back yard is a lake! Being cooped up in my house for days on end is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">freakin</span>' exhausting. </em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>The babies are restless...then I get the two Doodlebugs home from school after sitting for 8 hours and they go nuts until dinner time....then argue because "why do we have to bathe?, we didn't even go outside?"</em></strong> <strong><em>"Well, do we HAVE to wash hair?" Oh, and did I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mention</span> that I also keep two other <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">children</span> after school Monday <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">thru</span> Thursday? Yup, that right! 7 kiddos every day. The hours from 2:30- 5:30 are torture if you are stuck inside. Like nails on a achalk board. Walking on glass. Having your toe nails pulled out...you get the point.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>Oh, and my poor Chief. He has stayed wet pretty much since last weekend, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">yessirrie</span>...you guesses it it's gonna rain another 3-4 days at least. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">OHMYGRAVY</span>!!! Poor public servent he is.</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>I will take pictures. Wanna know what my truest night mare come true would be? Next week is Spring break. (me doing Home Alone) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">AHHHHHHHHHH</span>!!!!!</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>I am also in the process today of pretending my baby boy is NOT getting sick. Seeing as I saw every hour on the hour last night I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">concede</span> that I AM in fact kidding myself. </em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ANNNNDDDD</span> to top things off, I get the distinct pleasure of taking not 1, not 2, not3, YES 4 Doodlebugs to dentist appointments tomorrow!!!! Can it get any better? We will start at 10:00 and I bet you a million dollars...not a drop of rain will fall until I pull up into the parking lot...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">WATCHAWANNA</span> BET???</em></strong>Mrs. Chiefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02051404524064678260noreply@blogger.com4