<?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-6010416451827510320</id><updated>2012-02-12T18:51:43.633-08:00</updated><category term='Houston'/><category term='beer'/><category term='singing'/><category term='dead people'/><category term='Hannah Montana'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='weekends'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Family'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='lists'/><category term='Mel'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='baskteball'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='hair'/><category term='camp'/><category term='earrings'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='pool'/><category term='summer'/><category term='songs for Lee&apos;s i-pod'/><category term='fun stuff'/><category term='fatchicks'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Jackson&apos;s'/><category term='bee stings'/><category term='sleet'/><category term='lent'/><category term='husband'/><category term='Connor Basketball'/><category term='Connor'/><category term='wabbits'/><category term='football'/><category term='cat'/><category term='snow'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Casey'/><title type='text'>Shake your tailfeather</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-4787449393374612831</id><published>2010-12-27T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T12:27:01.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>It's done, Christmas is over.  I can't believe my family managed to wrap it up in a just a few short days.  That was awesome.  Normally, Christmas is a 5-6 day ordeal spread out between going to in-laws and seperate parents, and other extended family celebrations.  But this year was easy, a quick trip to the in laws on Friday night, and all day quiet and untraditional affair at our house Saturday, and a combined parent celebration Sunday.  It was a good Christmas for all.  And lots of mexican food for all.  I thought I would never say this, but I don't want to look at mexican again for at least a week.  We had mexican with the in laws Friday and then my Mom had a nice (mexican) lady make homemade tamales for our lunch Sunday.  I still want to shout out random spanish terms for no reason, and take more tums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which all that food made me want to jump back into the training for the 1/2 marathon (thanks Karon for asking about it after I scarfed down my 4th tamale!).  So I did, up and ran or almost ran all 3 1/2 miles today at lunch.  So I'm back into it.  Going to do it again tomorrow.  Hope y'all's was a good one!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-4787449393374612831?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4787449393374612831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=4787449393374612831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4787449393374612831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4787449393374612831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/12/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-8722392535263743138</id><published>2010-12-17T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:30:11.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Giving</title><content type='html'>All this shopping is driving me nuts.  And none of it means as much to me as what my coworkers and I did this year for a coworkers daughter.  This daughter is very young and was diagnosed with breast cancer earlier this year and nothing has gone right.  NOTHING.  She is still hanging on but has lost her job and is still facing more surgery.  So this year, instead of gift giving to each other we pooled our money and sent it to her daughter.  We recieved a letter of thanks yesterday from her daughter.  It will bring you to tears when you read how her youngest son will still be able to 'believe' in Santa one more year.  She had already told him that Santa may not come (because she couldn't afford the gifts -a bike- that he wanted).  But now, she can buy him the bike and she is certain he will still believe.  Who knows if she will be here next year, so it was a great feeling that we were a part of a very special Christmas for them.  Now that is what Christmas is all about.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-8722392535263743138?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8722392535263743138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=8722392535263743138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8722392535263743138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8722392535263743138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/12/gift-giving.html' title='Gift Giving'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-7526207332268132169</id><published>2010-12-14T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:32:15.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 days??</title><content type='html'>Somehow Christmas has snuck up on me.  11 days, srsly??  I guess I need to get my stuff done!!  I am actually excited this year that we won't be running all over creation.  We don't have plans yet with Blake's family, but I am sure it will be low key.  Then Mom and Dad have again combined our family Christmas, which makes it crazy insane when the gifts start to get opened  but so much fun.  And that's about it, no real plans for travel or anything else.  Probably just a lot of sleeping in and trying to stay warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Update on the 1/2 marathon training.  A slow week to work-out.  I've been working extra at Children's and my partners in crime haven't been able to meet over here.  I did the treadmill Sunday, but not very far.  I am hoping to squeeze in some time at the gym tomorrow and Friday.  Wish me luck, regardless if I have to be carried across the finish line I will be doing this race!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-7526207332268132169?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7526207332268132169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=7526207332268132169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7526207332268132169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7526207332268132169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/12/11-days.html' title='11 days??'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-8060425981371575939</id><published>2010-12-07T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T07:52:41.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No thanks..</title><content type='html'>So we were going to walk outside today as part of our half-marathon training.  It's 25 stinking degrees outside.  Give the eskimo's my regards, but this girl will be inside on the treadmill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-8060425981371575939?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8060425981371575939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=8060425981371575939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8060425981371575939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8060425981371575939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-thanks.html' title='No thanks..'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-2603504280298177328</id><published>2010-12-06T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:19:47.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah-humbug!</title><content type='html'>I just can't into the 'spirit' of Christmas just yet.  I forced myself to do some shopping Friday, I got my Christmas cards done and addressed Saturday, and the tree up yesterday (don't ask if it's all decorated).  But the motivation comes solely because there are kids present here.  I don't want to run around and not be able to get them what they want by waiting till the last minute.  So if yall know of any magical christmas juice I can drink to make my ass all jolly and bright just let me know. &lt;br /&gt;  Also, the update on training is this.  Spent and hour at the gym yesterday.  Completed 4 miles in 57:15.  I think I can pull this off.  I am taking today off but only cuz Melf and Lohan are coming to walk with me tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-2603504280298177328?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2603504280298177328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=2603504280298177328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2603504280298177328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2603504280298177328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/12/bah-humbug.html' title='Bah-humbug!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-207638493503986213</id><published>2010-12-01T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T08:48:52.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-Marathon here I come</title><content type='html'>It's true.  If you saw Mel's blog she named me as one of the followers that signed up to do the half marathon with her.  I don't think I will be able to run the whole thing, but walking it is very realistic.  I have had to put aside my hopes of beating my past time of 1:49 for all 13.1 miles.  I think the fact that I signed up and know that I will be participating is exciting enough.  Maybe next year I will be able to run it.  So wish me luck.  Stay tuned for more posts on our progress.  We are Team Melf and I am looking for a spiffy t-shirt design if anyone has suggestions...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-207638493503986213?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/207638493503986213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=207638493503986213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/207638493503986213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/207638493503986213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/12/half-marathon-here-i-come.html' title='Half-Marathon here I come'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-2873110818955058142</id><published>2010-07-01T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:24:04.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nacho Daddy</title><content type='html'>So Connor is in ATL this week at Camp Jam.  Great place and hopefully the best experience ever for him.  Blake's cousin Christian lives there and told us about this place.  They get there and tryout, get put in a 'band', get 4 hours of instructional music a day, and then perform a concert on Friday night.  So far Connor has got to meet the drummer for Billy Joel's band, and he signed his guitar case.  Then he got to listen to the vocalist for the Saturday Night Live band.  Not bad for a 13 year old!!  Tomorrow night is his concert and his group is performing 'Hit me with your best shot" by Pat Benatar.  Fun fun!! Oh, and his group is called Nacho Daddy.  I have already made t shirts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-2873110818955058142?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2873110818955058142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=2873110818955058142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2873110818955058142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2873110818955058142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/07/nacho-daddy.html' title='Nacho Daddy'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1579491141799765366</id><published>2010-05-10T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:45:53.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>My Mothers Day Poem</title><content type='html'>Rici wrote this in my Mothers Day card:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you find the energy,&lt;br /&gt;To do all the things you did,&lt;br /&gt;To be the teacher, nurse, and counselor&lt;br /&gt;in the year I was your kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you do it all,&lt;br /&gt;Be a chauffeur, cook, and friend,&lt;br /&gt;Yet find time to be a playmate,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see now it was love and greatness,&lt;br /&gt;That made you help whenever I'd call,&lt;br /&gt;Your inexhaustible greatness&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you for it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-1579491141799765366?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1579491141799765366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1579491141799765366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1579491141799765366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1579491141799765366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mothers-day-poem.html' title='My Mothers Day Poem'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-5944101257969862881</id><published>2010-05-07T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:57:59.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mothers Day to all my friends and family that are Mom's and someday will be Mom's.  This day is just for you so take it and run with it.  Me?  I will be running from soccer field to soccer field in Memphis watching Casey play soccer, but that will make me happy.  She loves to play and I love to watch her be happy.  So here's to all you Mom's, have a great day and do what makes you happy.  Even if that means leaving the family at home and doing something crazy.  heeheee!  Can't wait to hear what happens with that one!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-5944101257969862881?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5944101257969862881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=5944101257969862881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5944101257969862881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5944101257969862881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/05/moms-day.html' title='Mom&apos;s day'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-6770065265020402512</id><published>2010-04-26T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:34:05.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not old enough for this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/S9XZAq3hK3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/bQGNbXgVMEU/s1600/DSC09527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464512328414342002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/S9XZAq3hK3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/bQGNbXgVMEU/s320/DSC09527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rici had prom at Little Rock Christian this weekend.  Doesn't she look great?  She and her date looked great.  I'm  sure she had fun.......since she stayed out until 5 a.m.  Yeah, I know you guys are chuckling over this one because you KNOW I would never let my children stay out until 5 freakin' a.m.  and because I NEVER did anything like that in high school (stop laughing).  See, it goes like this.  Rici's date (actually his hostdad since neither of them can drive) said they would be home around 1:30, but if they couldn't bring them home he asked if they could call us for a ride.  I said yes, and it was fine if they wanted to stay later and WE bring them home, they should text us and let us know.  Off they went, to have a night of dinner, dancing, after-prom parties, and even a breakfast.  Now, you ask, how did they do all that before 1:30?  Well, they didn't.  They did it until 5:20 in the morning.  Yeah, and they didn't text us either.  I wasn't worried about the company she kept, they played Justin Beiber over and over again at the dance (no explicit rap, etc. allowed at Little Rock Christian dances) so I knew she was safe.  They rode with her dates hostsister and such.  She didn't get off the hook lightly.  We had to discuss understanding the curfew rules, which btw, this was her first date in the USA!  But she had a blast and that's all that counts.  And I say I'm not old enough for this because it really does seem like yesterday when my Mom and Dad said to be home at 2 on my prom night, and I thought they meant 2 p.m. the next day. &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/6010416451827510320-6770065265020402512?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6770065265020402512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=6770065265020402512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6770065265020402512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6770065265020402512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-old-enough-for-this.html' title='I&apos;m not old enough for this...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/S9XZAq3hK3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/bQGNbXgVMEU/s72-c/DSC09527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1853742552377020046</id><published>2010-04-12T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T07:16:35.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/S8MrJTK1OjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fw3AALRpl6E/s1600/DSC09506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459254612067695154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/S8MrJTK1OjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fw3AALRpl6E/s320/DSC09506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know your shocked that I'm posting, right?!?!?! We had a great weekend, a lot of sunshine, soccer, and clowning around. Haha! The pictures are of fearless Casey. She loved the Shriner clowns at the circus on Saturday. And her normal routine of playing girls 2 feet taller than her went as usual. They lost thier first game but tied the second one. Connor hung out. Not much to report there. Rici worked more on driving lessons and the weekend was a total success when she purchased her prom dress! Yay! I'll try not to be so much of a stranger around these here blogging parts of the computer. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/S8MqMOobgjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/KKRXfh9cSZI/s1600/DSC09479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459253562877641266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/S8MqMOobgjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/KKRXfh9cSZI/s320/DSC09479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6010416451827510320-1853742552377020046?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1853742552377020046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1853742552377020046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1853742552377020046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1853742552377020046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/S8MrJTK1OjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fw3AALRpl6E/s72-c/DSC09506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-5549464935133298491</id><published>2010-01-20T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:06:03.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just have completely fallen off the blogging wagon.  But don't worry about me, I still log on and enjoy everyone else's!!  Happy blogging people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-5549464935133298491?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5549464935133298491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=5549464935133298491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5549464935133298491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5549464935133298491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-have-completely-fallen-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-2909486288017701032</id><published>2010-01-06T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:44:51.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>So who watched it?  Who's your fav?  Who is the most obnoxious?  There are a few of the women that seemed pretty strange, I'll have to watch it next week to make my determination of the most obnoxious.  However, curly headed dude with his mom are pretty weird.  Kinda like they want to be the next Danny and his mom.  I think my favorite so far is the heaviest guy, 526 pounds! Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I did manage to watch The Bachelor on Monday,&lt;a href="http://www.melissafrancis.net/"&gt; Mel's&lt;/a&gt; blog was more descriptive of the bimbo's on that show.  I think it has hit an all time low on gathering up the most desperate, skanky, mindless women on the planet to fight their way to love with a guy who can't honestly make a whole sentence by himself.  It's actually going to be pretty amusing.  Any other good or not so good shows we should be watching??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-2909486288017701032?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2909486288017701032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=2909486288017701032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2909486288017701032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2909486288017701032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/01/biggest-loser.html' title='Biggest Loser'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-63433692731965643</id><published>2010-01-01T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:21:01.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Sz5wKAkrMfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Xq5AHfv5JDI/s1600-h/DSC09179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421894318655484402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Sz5wKAkrMfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Xq5AHfv5JDI/s320/DSC09179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Sz5v-_1W-OI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HdbJcP-iSIk/s1600-h/DSC09184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421894129478465762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Sz5v-_1W-OI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HdbJcP-iSIk/s320/DSC09184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Sz5v3RdsqMI/AAAAAAAAAdw/eMsVpt_to7o/s1600-h/DSC09172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421893996772108482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Sz5v3RdsqMI/AAAAAAAAAdw/eMsVpt_to7o/s320/DSC09172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year everyone, well, all 3 of you that might still read my blog. Haha, I have gotten way lazy posting and I know it. Having our 'third' child is definitely more of a challenge when it comes to keeping it all together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last year was a good year, I can't put a finger on anything that made it bad. Several really good things happened, and I hope they stay that way. Of course we welcomed Mr. Hop, the Hopster, or HipHop into the world in March. I wish he was 8 minutes away instead of 8 hours. Next, I can honestly say getting to know family that has been there for years, but never really knew, has been a great experience. Christian (Aunt Christian) is Blake's cousin that we have known for years but never really kept in close contact has become a really good friend to me and wonderful asset in the kids lives. Just a chance thing Connor went and saw her last Christmas with Pop and ever since it's been great. They love her so much, and since we brought Rici into our lives she has treated her like our own as well! Thanks Christian. You guys rock! Then, we welcomed Rici into our home in late August. Thanks to me n &lt;a href="http://www.melissafrancis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt; hangin' out poolside when I got an email from Casey's swimteam coach. Apparently there is someone on the team connected with CCI, the organization we got Rici from. After looking at her profile for several hours I pursued taking the chance to get her placed in our home. She arrived August 22, 2009. It has been a great experience. Seriously, I know some kids are horrible that come over here but she must come from a great family that has raised her right. She has taught ALL of us things she will never know, but mostly we have been honored to show her how we live and what the great USA is all about. We rang in the new year last night. I felt bad we didn't have a 'traditional' party, but we took Rici on a new adventure. Rolling houses. Yep. Her Mom thinks everyone does this in America and the whole country is covered in toilet paper right now. Hmm, yeah, white lie on Rici's part. But pranking is totally USA stuff, right guys?? Here's some pics for your enjoyment. Happy 2010. I did not set any new goals or 'resolutions' this year. Did you??&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/6010416451827510320-63433692731965643?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/63433692731965643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=63433692731965643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/63433692731965643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/63433692731965643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Sz5wKAkrMfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Xq5AHfv5JDI/s72-c/DSC09179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-5428707535561031261</id><published>2009-11-23T08:54:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:02:12.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Swq-kR6rmnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/PPcOSoLh2Ks/s1600/DSC08937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407343833105799794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Swq-kR6rmnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/PPcOSoLh2Ks/s320/DSC08937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Swq-c4d-qmI/AAAAAAAAAdg/zocRLD-0qCc/s1600/DSC08929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407343706015443554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Swq-c4d-qmI/AAAAAAAAAdg/zocRLD-0qCc/s320/DSC08929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see Wilson is tickled to death over his pilgrim hat.  Thank you Old Navy for coming out with that one.  He actually likes to wear stuff so I am not completely torturing my dog.  The picture above is our attempt to make pilgrim hat cookies.  Dam those crafty magazines for making everything look so easy.  It wasn't that bad but with 4 kids (Olivia helped too) in the kitchen doing all of it turned out a little messy.  They aren't a total disaster.  And they taste good so who cares how crappy they look?  What's on your agenda for Thanksgiving?  We're headin' over to Dad's this year, this is a first.  We gotta show Rici what REAL country cookin' is all about.  I'm sure G-K will do a great job!  Then Saturday I head out to Dallas with Casey, Rici, and Rici's friend Marie for a trip to the Galleria.  If Rici thinks shopping is good in Arkansas, she will flip at the Galleria!!  Have a great turkey day!!&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/6010416451827510320-5428707535561031261?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5428707535561031261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=5428707535561031261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5428707535561031261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5428707535561031261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Swq-kR6rmnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/PPcOSoLh2Ks/s72-c/DSC08937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-2393174200135351832</id><published>2009-11-18T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:08:22.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Casey and I are making a trip to the dentist this afternoon.  Wish me luck that the same torture doesn't happen again like last time!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-2393174200135351832?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2393174200135351832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=2393174200135351832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2393174200135351832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2393174200135351832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/11/casey-and-i-are-making-trip-to-dentist.html' title=''/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-532535223562468496</id><published>2009-10-28T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:20:50.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween costumes</title><content type='html'>What are your Halloween plans?  We'll be busy running up and down our street as usual.  Connor has cotillion and we are co hosting the hayride for his group before it starts.  Casey is going to be busy being the Kandy Korn witch.  Rici is going as a Greek goddess.  I'm the queen bee, Wilson is my little Bee and Coco is going to hangout and be a dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-532535223562468496?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/532535223562468496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=532535223562468496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/532535223562468496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/532535223562468496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-costumes.html' title='Halloween costumes'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-6058616258630068504</id><published>2009-10-22T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:18:56.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha</title><content type='html'>I bet you guys thought I was done with this thing?!?!  Almost, just too much going on all the time.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; know Casey turned 10 this month.  We all survived my b-day party, and soccer pretty much rules any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sortof&lt;/span&gt; schedule we may have going on. Thanks tho for keeping my updated on your end of the world!!  Hopefully we look to slow down here shortly, but I'm sure that's going to trigger the holiday rush and all.  Wow.  Holidays.  Right around the corner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-6058616258630068504?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6058616258630068504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=6058616258630068504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6058616258630068504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6058616258630068504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/10/gotcha.html' title='Gotcha'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-2046901737354644986</id><published>2009-08-26T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:41:53.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My children are missing.</title><content type='html'>Alert, if anyone has seen the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; Connor and Casey would you please send them home?  Since Rici (pronounced RICKY) arrived I have two aliens posing to be my children.  First, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; Connor talked in his manly voice for the first 12 hours he was around her.  I think his throat start to hurt so it's only kinda manly right now.  And then this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; Connor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apologized&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;for his sloppy handwriting when he was showing her some of his school work.  See, this is how I know they aren't my children, Connor has for 12 years &lt;strong&gt;informed&lt;/strong&gt; me that his handwriting doesn't suck.  Yes it does son.  And of all things, he has picked his room up almost daily.....without me asking.  What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;?  So then Casey, or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; Casey, gets home from Memphis this weekend and meets Rici.  She isn't so bad but I have to say that when she kept refilling Rici's water at the dinner table last night was a little strange (of course she was ignoring the rest of us).  And I have been replaced by Rici to get weekly massages and pedicures.  Which frankly, the coconut lotion Casey is using for massages was getting on my nerves.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.  This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; Casey also wanted to pass up a birthday party to spend more time at home.  A birthday party?  Where they will serve cake and stay up all night?  Gasp.  So it may be my real daughter here because she did decide to attend the birthday party.  I may keep this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; Casey but if any of you see the real Connor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Epps&lt;/span&gt;, send him home.  I miss my messy, goofy son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-2046901737354644986?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2046901737354644986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=2046901737354644986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2046901737354644986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2046901737354644986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-children-are-missing.html' title='My children are missing.'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1882420315848644999</id><published>2009-08-25T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:45:39.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Days...</title><content type='html'>So since the rest of you are NOT participating in the '40 at 40' idea I thought I would share this one.  Christian asked me today that since it's 24 days until my birthday to tell her about a time I stayed up for 24 hours or more.  Honestly, even in my wildest days (and yes, there were plenty) I can't say I stayed up for 24 hours.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;, maybe 22 but always got 2 hours of sleep before the next round of partying began.  So do you know the time I can honestly say I was awake for 24 hours???  The birth of my son.  I remember I was on call in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cath&lt;/span&gt; lab and had gone in early that morning (it was a Sunday) and worked until my back started hurting me.  I was tired so my friend took my call for me (her Mom was here helping paint my nursery) and I went home.  Skipped a birthday party for a friend and tried to rest.  Between going to the hot tub and back rubs I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NOOOO&lt;/span&gt; relief.  I called Labor and Delivery asking if they could give me something for gas pains.  They said, 'Sure, come on in!'.  I realize now they must have been laughing their asses off because they do not administer pain medicine for gas.  So Blake and I went in to get pain medicine.  They said they need to check me to make sure everything was okay.  I gladly agreed thinking my gas pain was an inch away from being gone.  They checked and said they were going to give me some pain relief.  In the form of an epidural.  I was ready to deliver even though Connor wasn't due for another 3-4 weeks.  So the epidural went in and 10 hours later Connor was here.  Between the visitors and feedings I did not go to sleep until 7 or so that Monday night.  So that is the only time I can honestly say I was awake for more than 24 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-1882420315848644999?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1882420315848644999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1882420315848644999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1882420315848644999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1882420315848644999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/08/24-days.html' title='24 Days...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-313188181836641823</id><published>2009-08-21T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:34:56.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 days.....</title><content type='html'>Yep, 28 days until the big 4-0.  Pop on over to FB and see what Christian is doing to me.  She's putting a twist on '40 at 40'.  Everyday she gives me something to do that is related to the number of days left before my birthday.  For instance, it's 29 days until your birthday you should look up the #1 song the week of your 29th birthday and download it to your i-pod (if you like it).  Pretty fun so far.  But can she keep it up??  BTW, the song was 'Unpretty' by TLC.  I didn't like it so much but the weeks before that year it was 'Genie in a Bottle'.  I think I already have that one on my i-pod.  BUT, if you can come up with suggestions that I might do when I turn 40 then speak up.  Only 28 days.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-313188181836641823?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/313188181836641823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=313188181836641823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/313188181836641823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/313188181836641823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/08/28-days.html' title='28 days.....'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-7371254064801072189</id><published>2009-08-16T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:30:48.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SoiksVzsfbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7w8WYiRNdFs/s1600-h/DSC02371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370723637314485682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SoiksVzsfbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7w8WYiRNdFs/s320/DSC02371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Soikf0YbVlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Cpv2tnle_ws/s1600-h/DSC02367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370723422183315026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/Soikf0YbVlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Cpv2tnle_ws/s320/DSC02367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SoikYcT1AkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qiLecCzsNRo/s1600-h/DSC02364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370723295462490690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SoikYcT1AkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qiLecCzsNRo/s320/DSC02364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our first two games yesterday. Playing classic soccer vs. recreational is soooo different. so much better! I got some good shots of Casey. She didn't score, but played pretty good. We won both games 8-0 and 2-1. Did I say that right? About the scores? oh well, enjoy the shots if you haven't already seen them.&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/6010416451827510320-7371254064801072189?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7371254064801072189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=7371254064801072189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7371254064801072189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7371254064801072189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/08/mia-jr.html' title='Mia Jr.'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SoiksVzsfbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7w8WYiRNdFs/s72-c/DSC02371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-8776274142153712971</id><published>2009-08-10T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:12:56.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Days</title><content type='html'>I noticed today on the calender it's 40 days until my 40th birthday.  Hmf.  What am I going to do?  Should I make a 40 at 40 list?  What should I put on it?  Can't add anything crazy like 'host an exchange student'.  We're already doing that.  Hopefully we will finalize today the school situation and get to communicate with Rici. Her real name is Ricarda, but she likes to be called Rici.  I would too.  I'm not sure of when she will get here either.  We'll know that soon too.  Anyway, can you think of anything else crazy I should do for my 40th?  Or should I just lay low for the next 40?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-8776274142153712971?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8776274142153712971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=8776274142153712971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8776274142153712971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8776274142153712971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/08/40-days.html' title='40 Days'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-311141110078111173</id><published>2009-07-30T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T05:39:51.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Notice</title><content type='html'>Okay, that was lame. Blake's brother was seriously burnt in an accident on Wednesday. He was working on a generator and it backfired, burning his chest, face, right arm and hand. He will go to surgery tomorrow and then we will know the extent of the damage. In the meantime, keep his children in your prayers. We will keep you updated as we know something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-311141110078111173?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/311141110078111173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=311141110078111173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/311141110078111173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/311141110078111173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/07/burn-notice.html' title='Burn Notice'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-9044737467154968726</id><published>2009-07-24T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:06:21.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave a message after the beep....</title><content type='html'>Yep, we're headin' out of town again this weekend.  Day after tomorrow, we head out to the beach.  My favorite place ever!!  I can't wait to sit by the beach, sip beverage, read book, sip more beverages, eat, sip again, take walks on the beach, go crab hunting with the kids, sip more beverages, and sleep.  Ahhh, can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I'm supposed to host a book signing party when I get back for some chick that likes to hang out at my pool, and get pedi's with me.  I wish I had HER book to read at the beach!  Hint, hint.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-9044737467154968726?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/9044737467154968726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=9044737467154968726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/9044737467154968726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/9044737467154968726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/07/leave-message-after-beep.html' title='Leave a message after the beep....'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-383574291773421043</id><published>2009-07-21T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:59:30.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!  And pooped!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SmYMtZxMLuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SNfbnI1m_Kw/s1600-h/stonemountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360986380582006498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SmYMtZxMLuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SNfbnI1m_Kw/s320/stonemountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SmYMlTMiI0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/-PNLq4ErWGI/s1600-h/connorskyhigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360986241378689858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SmYMlTMiI0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/-PNLq4ErWGI/s320/connorskyhigh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SmYMeeqnEtI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YN9mggsQ2Sg/s1600-h/braves.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360986124198548178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SmYMeeqnEtI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YN9mggsQ2Sg/s320/braves.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  We're back and very tired!!  A good time was had by all!  Christian, Pam, and Jaime went above and beyond showing us around and keeping us busy.  We rolled in Thursday evening and got settled.  Then Friday Christian and I took the kids to the Aquarium, Coca Cola Museum, and then a Braves game (Braves vs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mets&lt;/span&gt;!).  That was particularly cool because Greg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maddux&lt;/span&gt; retired his Jersey that night.  Then Saturday we got up and headed to the Atlanta Zoo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cyclorama&lt;/span&gt; (don't know what that is?  google it.) which was really neat.  And Saturday night we hit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Midevil&lt;/span&gt; Times Dinner.  The boys loved that with all the fighting, and Casey got thrown a flower by our knight so she was smitten with all that.  So Sunday we headed out to the ginormous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;waterpark&lt;/span&gt; and hit the rides for several hours before heading back and going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Stonemountain&lt;/span&gt; Park that night.  Fun place!  The picture above of me and the kids is on top of the mountain.  We got to ride the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;skyride&lt;/span&gt; up there.  That night they had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;laserlight&lt;/span&gt; show that was cool.  We spent the night there and then went to hit some of the park again before we left.  The picture of Connor is on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Skyhigh&lt;/span&gt; area.  It was pretty cool the way they harnessed the kids and had all these rope and board &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;obstacle's&lt;/span&gt; to go through.  We didn't get to Margaret Mitchell's house or the lake or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fernbank&lt;/span&gt; Museum.  The kids are already planning their next trip! &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/6010416451827510320-383574291773421043?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/383574291773421043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=383574291773421043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/383574291773421043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/383574291773421043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-back-and-pooped.html' title='We&apos;re back!  And pooped!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SmYMtZxMLuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/SNfbnI1m_Kw/s72-c/stonemountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-4953075260202249100</id><published>2009-07-14T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:55:07.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up next, Atlanta!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I'm not much better posting just yet.  But hey, I am busy.  This weekend me and the kids (plus Peyton) head out to Atlanta to visit Christian.  They are soooo pumped about going, and who wouldn't be if they saw the agenda Christian has created for them while they are there?  The Aquarium, Coca-Cola Museum, Braves game, Whitewater, Stonemountain Park, Mid-Evil Times dinner, and who knows what else if it can be fit in while we are there?  In tribute to good ole Mom we are even going to try and see the Margaret Mitchell House.  I will try to post pictures, but most  likely will be on FB. See you guys later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-4953075260202249100?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4953075260202249100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=4953075260202249100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4953075260202249100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4953075260202249100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/07/up-next-atlanta.html' title='Up next, Atlanta!!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-2536714881358908286</id><published>2009-07-06T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:54:32.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>I was going to start being a lot better about posting and stuff, BUT I became the victim of the 'oh shit, i didn't put the memory card in my camera' club.  And what pictures I did have in my phone are already on FB and the ones that aren't became victim of my little sister's deleting talent.  So how was your fourth??  I think all of you were here at my house anyway so you don't have to answer if you don't want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-2536714881358908286?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2536714881358908286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=2536714881358908286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2536714881358908286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2536714881358908286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-6186859792138300541</id><published>2009-07-02T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:18:35.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm</title><content type='html'>There, my blog is updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-6186859792138300541?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6186859792138300541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=6186859792138300541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6186859792138300541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6186859792138300541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/07/ummm.html' title='ummm'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-5050982519885186586</id><published>2009-06-04T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:26:30.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Wish me luck....</title><content type='html'>Yep, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;, me and the kiddos head out tomorrow to see &lt;a href="http://www.dogsdontlie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Auntie Lee&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hopster&lt;/span&gt;. The kids have not met him. Casey-very excited. Connor-wanting to know if Hopper is old enough to play Call of Duty on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;playstation&lt;/span&gt; yet. Out to be fun, especially since we're gonna hit &lt;a href="http://www.schlitterbahn.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Schlitterbahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all day Saturday! Now, off to pack and find that damned swimsuit that makes me look 10 lbs lighter! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-5050982519885186586?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5050982519885186586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=5050982519885186586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5050982519885186586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5050982519885186586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/06/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck....'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-5098948380070036813</id><published>2009-06-03T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:23:45.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'>Move over Mia Hamm</title><content type='html'>So it's official that Casey made the LRFC classic soccer team (all-star).  It was tough, trying out in front of coaches we never met before and doing drills we've never seen before.  Casey is also playing up, she shouldn't have played until next year but they allow so many every year to tryout and play up if they make the cut.  She's on the blue team, which is the better team as well!  We're not feeling any pressure, nah, none.  Bull!!!  Actually they don't start until August so we have plenty of time to prepare.  Wish us luck!!  Gooooo Casey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-5098948380070036813?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5098948380070036813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=5098948380070036813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5098948380070036813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5098948380070036813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/06/move-over-mia-hamm.html' title='Move over Mia Hamm'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-5034511928734128132</id><published>2009-05-28T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:48:45.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>Pay your speeding ticket on time.  They really don't care that you were volunteering at your child's school.  They've heard it all before and don't believe you. &lt;br /&gt;Thx,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-5034511928734128132?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5034511928734128132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=5034511928734128132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5034511928734128132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5034511928734128132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-6703962430509612297</id><published>2009-05-21T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:23:30.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Wassup?</title><content type='html'>Wow, I have gotten really lazy posting!!  What's up with anyone left that still reads this? Of course we are winding down the school year and gearing up for hopefully a fun summer.  I hope I haven't planned too much for the kids.  Connor and I are going to the Indy 500 this weekend.  Then they have one more week(or half week) left of school.  Then we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; head out to Austin to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hopster&lt;/span&gt; the first weekend of June.  The kids have their usual week of Camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Winnamocka&lt;/span&gt; in June also.  Connor has managed to get invited to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt; again this year with his cousin.  Sometime in July we hope to hang out and drink cold beverages by the pool before I throw the kids in the car and give Christian a real taste of handling the kids for a few days in Atlanta (Christian, Did I mention I may just drop them off?) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.  But no summer would be complete if we didn't head down to the beach for some crab-stomping, which is in order for the end of July.  Somewhere in the middle of all this Casey is doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;swimteam&lt;/span&gt; again this year, and she's trying out for classic soccer.  If she makes it (big IF) then I have no idea how we're going to do all this.  Classic is pretty intense and goes almost all year round.  So what's going on with everyone else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-6703962430509612297?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6703962430509612297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=6703962430509612297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6703962430509612297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6703962430509612297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/05/wassup.html' title='Wassup?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-3447495974854524599</id><published>2009-05-01T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:40:28.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that found in the rainforest Mommy?</title><content type='html'>The fun never ends.  The very ignorant me volunteered to drive Casey and classmates on a fieldtrip today.  To the zoo, to learn about and pick out animals you would find in a rainforest.  Our first sighting was good, Spider Monkeys.  Followed by white trash lady running a stroller up a sidewalk. Not bad but her britches were too big and slipped halfway down her crack exposing her &lt;a href="mailto:"&gt;'F@#*'&lt;/a&gt; tattoo across her ass along with her string thong.  Nice. Look away children.  We rounded the corner to find the gorillas.  Cute gorilla's, even had a baby one there.  So right next door are the chimpanzee's, with Pappa Chimpanzee throwing down on Momma Chimpanzee on the platform front and center.  Doggy style.  Nice.  I didn't know chimpanzee's were so well endowed.  Neither did the kids, until now.  We're going to Pinnacle Mtn. next time.  I'm lookng for someone to volunteer to sunbathe nude or light up a dooby so we can complete this education in it's fullest before we finish THIRD GRADE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-3447495974854524599?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3447495974854524599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=3447495974854524599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/3447495974854524599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/3447495974854524599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-that-found-in-rainforest-mommy.html' title='Is that found in the rainforest Mommy?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-8290400383629805269</id><published>2009-04-29T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:57:21.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, so Casey and I went to the dentist today.  It's a regular thing, every 6 months- rain or shine!  Ha.  We really like going to the dentist, we LOVE our dentist.  Even though the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scraping&lt;/span&gt; on my teeth gets to me, I love the feeling afterwards.  Casey and I go in for our 3:30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. today and this cutie comes from around the corner.  I have never seen this girl.  Where is my regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hygienist&lt;/span&gt; that knows everyone I know and has all the good gossip?  Apparently not there today.  So I go back to the room and put my little bib on and proceed to let her clean my teeth.  It was anything but a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cleanin&lt;/span&gt;'.  She starts scraping and hacking at my gums.  This shit HURT!  I have never had my gums hurt  me like this.  I wasn't sure I was gonna have any left.  So her hand slips scraping the crap out of my tooth and that sharp thing stabs me in the back of the mouth.  Hard.  It started bleeding pretty bad.  She couldn't apologize enough, but kept on going.  Then she started using the flat mirror thing to move my tongue around while she scraped some more.  Her gloves were wet with slobber because she would never let me spit and she dropped the mirror into the back of my throat.  Barf, or at least I wanted to.  It was that feeling when you stick your finger down your throat.  I had to sit up and gag.  As if that wasn't enough, she went on to polish my teeth.  Half way through it she dropped a glob of the polishing cream INTO my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' eye.  That burned like you have never known, nothing like a drop of gritty cream that is mint flavored to make you have sudden flashes of wearing an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eye patch&lt;/span&gt; for the rest of your life.  I kept irrigating my eye with that little cup they let you swish from until I could open my eye.  I still feel like I have minty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fumes&lt;/span&gt; coming from my eye.  After that it was my first time to finish my cleaning with ME wearing the goggles.  Who knew a trip to the dentist would be so harmful to your health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-8290400383629805269?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8290400383629805269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=8290400383629805269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8290400383629805269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8290400383629805269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-so-casey-and-i-went-to-dentist.html' title=''/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-269734760701261378</id><published>2009-04-27T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:04:59.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did that dog just??</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I was working my second job (which I rarely do anymore) and talking about the dogs. The more I talked the more funny it sounded the funny things Wilson does.  So here are some of the funny (or so I think) things my Wilson does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snores, some dogs don't but he has a very LOUD snore for such a little dog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Licks my knees, he will be sitting by me for an hour and for no reason lick my knee.  Coco does this too, but usually when he first sits by me.  Wilson will surprise me every time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shits on concrete, now most of you have dogs and they like a nice little grassy area to do their business.  They even stop and take their time.  Not Wilson, he prefers concrete.  He took a shit on the sidewalk at the kids school once.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wilson will shit while walking, no pauses, no hunkering down.  The dog will never miss a beat and shoot them out the back like peanut M&amp;amp;M's or something.  It's gross I know but have you ever seen a dog on a leash just poo and keep on walking??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's so cute.  Blake even says so!!!  Ha.  Anyhoo, I've been so wrapped up in stuff lately I haven't posted much.  So does your dog poop while walking??  Anything?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-269734760701261378?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/269734760701261378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=269734760701261378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/269734760701261378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/269734760701261378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/04/did-that-dog-just.html' title='Did that dog just??'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-4302292596174005990</id><published>2009-04-20T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:07:09.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><title type='text'>Nickelback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SeyAfHUs2BI/AAAAAAAAAco/0vv7xHFo5aU/s1600-h/Connorrocks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326773731302627346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SeyAfHUs2BI/AAAAAAAAAco/0vv7xHFo5aU/s320/Connorrocks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SeyARyhs5jI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5O9-XDTxbrI/s1600-h/n3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326773502381712946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SeyARyhs5jI/AAAAAAAAAcg/5O9-XDTxbrI/s320/n3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Connor's first 'real' concert was last night.  Saving Abel, Seether, and Nickelback.  It was fun.  I had concerns, just knowing what I have seen at concerts but it all went well.  No one puked on or in front of us.  The people around us were so nice, the guys hoisting Connor up to see most of the time and singing along with Connor.  No one smoked or drank around us and the bands were the only ones with potty mouthes!  Ha!  The funniest thing Connor did was when we got on the floor he looked around at me and said "Mom, I don't think these people even know what a nickelback is".  I had to laugh.  Some of them were missing teeth and had blank stares.  Nickelback was the best playing a lot of their old stuff mixed in with the new. &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/6010416451827510320-4302292596174005990?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4302292596174005990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=4302292596174005990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4302292596174005990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4302292596174005990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/04/nickelback.html' title='Nickelback'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SeyAfHUs2BI/AAAAAAAAAco/0vv7xHFo5aU/s72-c/Connorrocks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-4833536983671881108</id><published>2009-03-30T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:37:16.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SdD1MJwGZSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/O646Fm06xro/s1600-h/wilson+3-29-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319020749049455906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SdD1MJwGZSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/O646Fm06xro/s320/wilson+3-29-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SdD1DQENQEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/pqotK6AVWyo/s1600-h/casey+3-29-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319020596125581378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SdD1DQENQEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/pqotK6AVWyo/s320/casey+3-29-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SdD08u9H_yI/AAAAAAAAAcA/tnQU0N7pa28/s1600-h/big+dam+bridge+3-29-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319020484158291746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SdD08u9H_yI/AAAAAAAAAcA/tnQU0N7pa28/s320/big+dam+bridge+3-29-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did you guys do all weekend? I know what &lt;a href="http://www.melissafrancis.net/"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt; did. We had a blast Saturday! Sunday Blake's cousin Christian came in town for a day and spent most of it with the kids. We loaded up and let them play at Murray park and then walked the Big Dam Bridge. Christian posted some great pictures on FB and I stole some of them. Wilson even had fun! &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/6010416451827510320-4833536983671881108?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4833536983671881108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=4833536983671881108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4833536983671881108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4833536983671881108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SdD1MJwGZSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/O646Fm06xro/s72-c/wilson+3-29-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1699490555420652746</id><published>2009-03-26T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:11:04.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sale</title><content type='html'>Remember my birdhouse?  I talked my patient into making them and selling them (well,actually a lot of people did).  I got another one today.  I would show it to you, but it may be gifted to someone who mentioned they may want one.  What a neat thing.  This guy was retired and did nothing most of the day, would teeter around making stuff and made me that awesome birdhouse.  If you could've seen the look on his face when he came in today to drop off the one I requested you would've just died.  I think/hope that he does more and more of them.  He will take orders, it takes him about 2 weeks to  make one.  let me know.  Oh, and the one he made me?  A bird is making a nest in it now, the kids and I saw it the other day.  The bird's name is Godzilla.  She's a tiny thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-1699490555420652746?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1699490555420652746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1699490555420652746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1699490555420652746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1699490555420652746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-sale.html' title='For Sale'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-3073838169940594708</id><published>2009-03-24T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:42:07.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>Jeez, I can't seem to keep a blog and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; at the same time!!  I guess just being able to put a line or two and not write a whole paragraph or whatever appeals to me so much more.  So anyway, if any of you are still out there reading this-what's up in your world?  We're on spring break this week and really don't have any plans.  The kids think I'm doing this on purpose to torture them.  They don't realize I can't take off unless my boss does....and his kids are in college now.  He doesn't take off for college spring break, we must work through it to afford the college's they go to!  Ha!  Connor and Casey are both in full swing of soccer.  Casey's team is undefeated, Connor's team......totally defeated.  Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;.  Connor got a guitar for his birthday and starts lessons this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;.  Can't wait.  Casey will start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;swim team&lt;/span&gt; again this summer.  Luckily, her meets are Tuesday nights this year.  So, like I said, what's up with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-3073838169940594708?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3073838169940594708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=3073838169940594708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/3073838169940594708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/3073838169940594708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1270791971488463034</id><published>2009-03-18T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:15:52.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Brithday Kate!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my sister Kate.  Hope your day is as great as you are!!!  I would post a picture but I have a new computer and I have no idea where my pictures are on here!!!  The website for the rainboots is &lt;a href="http://www.dllrainwear.com/"&gt;www.dllrainwear.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-1270791971488463034?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1270791971488463034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1270791971488463034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1270791971488463034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1270791971488463034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-brithday-kate.html' title='Happy Brithday Kate!!!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-789587376831050505</id><published>2009-03-14T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:17:58.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain go away....or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SbwCmar6yYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bzeoRDAglUc/s1600-h/mom+boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313124519412156802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SbwCmar6yYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bzeoRDAglUc/s320/mom+boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SbwCje3-vsI/AAAAAAAAAbw/yj60OU25fYM/s1600-h/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313124468996882114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SbwCje3-vsI/AAAAAAAAAbw/yj60OU25fYM/s320/boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the soccer season has started and once again it has rained every week right before a game I thought I would look into rain boots. Seems how they are seasonal and somehow Arkansas doesn't consider spring when you would need rain boots. I have looked everywhere. None to be found. So I have ventured out into the Internet and this is what I found and ordered. Cute, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm, yes I ordered both and Casey the matching Mom and me boot.  A girl can never have too  many shoes!!!  &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/6010416451827510320-789587376831050505?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/789587376831050505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=789587376831050505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/789587376831050505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/789587376831050505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/03/rain-rain-go-awayor-not.html' title='Rain rain go away....or not.'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SbwCmar6yYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bzeoRDAglUc/s72-c/mom+boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1995863141288436187</id><published>2009-03-10T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:02:25.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Connor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SbadCJCaVVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/5YguZ9Ag7o8/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311605470641411410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SbadCJCaVVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/5YguZ9Ag7o8/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connor turns 12 today. It seems like yesterday that I had him. Seriously, with all the excitement of Hopper's arrival and getting to go see him and hold him made me think of all the special feelings I had when Connor arrived. Seems like yesterday, I just don't miss the lack of sleep. Happy Birthday to my terminator!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-1995863141288436187?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1995863141288436187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1995863141288436187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1995863141288436187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1995863141288436187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-connor.html' title='Happy Birthday Connor!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SbadCJCaVVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/5YguZ9Ag7o8/s72-c/DSC00100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-662321498540118299</id><published>2009-03-09T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:24:30.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SbVCQkPZviI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gnk_sGanoVY/s1600-h/DSC01733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311224187926986274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SbVCQkPZviI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gnk_sGanoVY/s320/DSC01733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I am wayyy behind on posting things. I find facebook much more entertaining these days. Sorry. So Austin was great, I got to spend Hopper's first night with him in the hospital. He liked me so much he kept me up all night getting to know me. Yeah, 2 hours of sleep, and even that was interrupted. But how can you get mad at such a cute face? I was going to post my pictures today but Stinkydog has already posted most of the good ones. I will just add one more before I need to leave and get Connor some birthday stuff.  Yeah, my BABY will be 12 tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-662321498540118299?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/662321498540118299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=662321498540118299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/662321498540118299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/662321498540118299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-so-i-am-wayyy-behind-on-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SbVCQkPZviI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gnk_sGanoVY/s72-c/DSC01733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-8188563891559208937</id><published>2009-02-19T14:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:16:32.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are my eyes too big?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZ3aFP-y9XI/AAAAAAAAAbY/dzGxj65wwCo/s1600-h/bigeyes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304635719836431730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZ3aFP-y9XI/AAAAAAAAAbY/dzGxj65wwCo/s320/bigeyes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake says he thinks Wilson's eyes are too big. What do you think? I think the nose is a little big, but the eyes? Who could say no to these eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-8188563891559208937?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8188563891559208937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=8188563891559208937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8188563891559208937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8188563891559208937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-my-eyes-too-big.html' title='Are my eyes too big?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZ3aFP-y9XI/AAAAAAAAAbY/dzGxj65wwCo/s72-c/bigeyes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-337675731589164115</id><published>2009-02-09T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:01:21.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZCLcFoOgYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OGLCNEDIzxw/s1600-h/fight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300890076078571906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZCLcFoOgYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OGLCNEDIzxw/s320/fight.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson is playing tug-of-war with Coco, not realizing he's twice his size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-337675731589164115?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/337675731589164115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=337675731589164115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/337675731589164115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/337675731589164115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/02/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZCLcFoOgYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OGLCNEDIzxw/s72-c/fight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1239914001645191558</id><published>2009-02-09T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:35:37.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZBbPMu9IRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/IJLuZ37awu8/s1600-h/limo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300837078089408786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZBbPMu9IRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/IJLuZ37awu8/s320/limo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZBbGmTaSpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/s1YgcvgPKbA/s1600-h/girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300836930334378642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZBbGmTaSpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/s1YgcvgPKbA/s320/girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZBa-a3zOSI/AAAAAAAAAa4/vT1_veQs9Qk/s1600-h/dads.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300836789826828578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZBa-a3zOSI/AAAAAAAAAa4/vT1_veQs9Qk/s320/dads.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZBa1kc4TeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/pnH63qbuQzs/s1600-h/casey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300836637779447266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZBa1kc4TeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/pnH63qbuQzs/s320/casey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was the very last father/daughter dance for Casey's Y-Princess group. Well, not the last for the organization, just for her group since this is their last year. For those of you who don't know Y-Princess is a lot like girlscouts except a few things, like they do this with the Dads (yes!), and they only do it for four years (unlike some in the family that did girlscouts until they were 18-yikes!). So anyway, everything they do this year is a big deal since it is their last. We decided to surprise the girls with a limo to take them to the dance. The looks on the faces were priceless, and I think the Dad's liked it too! &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/6010416451827510320-1239914001645191558?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1239914001645191558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1239914001645191558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1239914001645191558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1239914001645191558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-night-out.html' title='Big Night Out'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SZBbPMu9IRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/IJLuZ37awu8/s72-c/limo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-244885874558203906</id><published>2009-02-02T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:31:11.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Robin thanks you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SYd0Akq93SI/AAAAAAAAAao/pA9VyZX-59E/s1600-h/birdhouse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298331039817391394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SYd0Akq93SI/AAAAAAAAAao/pA9VyZX-59E/s320/birdhouse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a very sweet patient give me this gift today. I don't think it really had anything to do with the fact with that my name is Robyn, and maybe he thought 'Robin' might like a birdhouse. Nonetheless it is a really cool birdhouse he made by hand. I do believe I may be asking him to make me more or some for gifts, so watch out, you may be looking at what your getting for christmas this year!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-244885874558203906?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/244885874558203906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=244885874558203906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/244885874558203906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/244885874558203906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-robin-thanks-you.html' title='This Robin thanks you'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SYd0Akq93SI/AAAAAAAAAao/pA9VyZX-59E/s72-c/birdhouse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1168158803802229598</id><published>2009-01-27T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:48:13.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Stinkydog</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules--&lt;br /&gt;You must have your own blog. And I will be limiting my own interviews to the first three requests. You have to link back to the &lt;a href="http://immoralmatriarch.com/questionsagain/"&gt;original post&lt;/a&gt; and also to your &lt;a href="http://dogsdontlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/interviewed.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;interviewer's post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and include the following:&lt;br /&gt;Want to be part of it? Follow these instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.&lt;br /&gt;3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I am going to stop here and not interview anyone--sorry, I'm laim. (heh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Describe your personal style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever met anyone famous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had not become a nurse, what do you think you would be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could live anywhere in the world, cost not being a factor, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  What is the funniest thing that ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not sure I have a personal style.  I do know I am not real traditional.  I can't stand flowers in the house (unless they are real), and I tend to change frequently.  For instance, when I was in nursing school- country was all the rage.  Wouldn't be caught dead in it now.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never been OFFICIALLY introduced to anyone famous.  However, a few years ago Russell Crow came up to me and Casey at the Indy 500 and spoke to us (I was star struck and ran for my camera too late!). It was right around the time he threw a phone at some hotel personel, etc.  I have seen Paul Newman, Crystal Gayle, and numerous others at the Indy 500....all from a distance.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to nursing school saved me.  That sounds corny I know but I was in a spot/time in my life that was going NO WHERE.  I believe if I didn't go to school and finish I would probably be smoking pot and working at some cheezy hairdressing place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since I haven't been everywhere I want to go in the world that is hard to answer.  I am imagining I would want to settle down in Hawaii or on the beaches of Greece.  I just don't know.  I do know I want to live where it is warm and sunny 99% of the time.  I can't stand cold weather, never have and never will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what the funniest thing that happened to me was.  Maybe when my friend Theresa accidently called a radio station wishing me happy birthday and it wasn't even close to  my birthday (she had me and another Robyn mixed up), but clearly announced it was my birthday.  Of course she made sure everyone we were working with was listening.  I do know the funny crap I've done to other people,my favorite is when my friend Ronda and I put blue food coloring in Patrick's nose spray at work and watched him walk around for 12 hours with a blue nose and upper lip.  He never did get me back good for that which makes it all that much better!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-1168158803802229598?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1168158803802229598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1168158803802229598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1168158803802229598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1168158803802229598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-stinkydog.html' title='Dear Stinkydog'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-6384330474296634543</id><published>2009-01-23T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T06:05:22.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal #1 accomplished!</title><content type='html'>Okay, when were rolled into a new year I did not post my 'resolutions'.  Most of you know I always say they are only made to be broken.  But every year I set goals in my head and hope to get every one of them done.  I can honestly say when I tell people these goals I seem to squash them all on my own.  Like when I told Stinkydog I wanted to run the Boston Marathon when I turned 40 or when I told Kate I would love to win the Race for the Cure.  Each time I somehow sabotaged my own goal, either by slacking off or just ignoring it.  If you ever look my race times up you know I could have easily accomplished either one.  I told my work a couple of years ago I may go back to school and finish my masters or something.  Have I done it? Noooooo.  So anyway, you can count on the fact that if I say it out loud I will not do it.  Dumb, I know. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So when I got back from Stinkydogs house over new years I told &lt;em&gt;myself  &lt;/em&gt;and no one else several things I should do this year.  One was to be more &lt;strong&gt;green, &lt;/strong&gt;I have never been much into recycling and have no idea why not.  So I have turned in all my plastic bags you get at the grocery store and Target (yes I turned them in at the recycling bin) and purchased my reusable bags.  I have successfully made this transition and am very happy about it.  Key is to stick one of those suckers in your car at all times.  That way last minute trips to the grocery store don't tempt you to use the plastic bags that seemed to multiply by the thousands in my pantry. &lt;br /&gt;  One down and several more to go!!!  Anyone care to guess what the others are?  I'm already well into my second one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-6384330474296634543?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6384330474296634543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=6384330474296634543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6384330474296634543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6384330474296634543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/01/goal-1-accomplished.html' title='Goal #1 accomplished!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-4311456028289973363</id><published>2009-01-14T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:10:26.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SW4OFolWn4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/G8g7_ZuhMDk/s1600-h/bball+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291182102163136386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SW4OFolWn4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/G8g7_ZuhMDk/s320/bball+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SW4N9fYfTGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/TyalRobhbdA/s1600-h/bball+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291181962254306402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SW4N9fYfTGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/TyalRobhbdA/s320/bball+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although Casey did play a little basketball last Saturday her time was much  better spent on the bench cracking jokes.  She was clueless the other team was beating us by 30 points. &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/6010416451827510320-4311456028289973363?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4311456028289973363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=4311456028289973363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4311456028289973363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4311456028289973363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/01/although-casey-did-play-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SW4OFolWn4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/G8g7_ZuhMDk/s72-c/bball+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1849484970662973132</id><published>2009-01-06T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:16:53.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SWOR5vs85tI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jvMKXvBDKg4/s1600-h/austin09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288230808706672338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SWOR5vs85tI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jvMKXvBDKg4/s320/austin09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually Lee, I only deleted the really bad ones of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-1849484970662973132?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1849484970662973132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1849484970662973132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1849484970662973132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1849484970662973132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2009/01/actually-lee-i-only-deleted-really-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SWOR5vs85tI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jvMKXvBDKg4/s72-c/austin09+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-8971397127657661708</id><published>2008-12-29T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:24:52.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Marley review</title><content type='html'>So I took Casey to see Marley and Me this weekend.  Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gawwd&lt;/span&gt;, not a dry eye in the house.  I don't remember the last movie that made me cry like this.  If you love dogs (which I know you do) and have ever had one for more than 10 years (which I think some of you have) you will bawl.  The whole movie was good.  I love Owen Wilson.  Jennifer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;, she's okay.  But the entire story about the dog and how the dog belonged to the family was great.  The end killed me.  It's no secret the dog dies, but how is a mystery if you haven't read the book.  I will just say the words the vet said and how it happened is exactly what I went through with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sukibear&lt;/span&gt;.  I had no shame crying like that in a movie.  It's not for little kids, but Casey handled it well.  I was worried it was going to stir up some old feelings she had for a certain other dog she had a meltdown about, but I think it helped her a little.  Go see it, but not without a purse full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kleenex&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't think I would react the way I did, but it was worth it.  Especially the part about Marley liking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mango's&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SVl2q-yQnlI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xQlfClKtg6c/s1600-h/marley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285386118476373586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SVl2q-yQnlI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xQlfClKtg6c/s320/marley.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/6010416451827510320-8971397127657661708?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8971397127657661708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=8971397127657661708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8971397127657661708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8971397127657661708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-marley-review.html' title='My Marley review'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SVl2q-yQnlI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xQlfClKtg6c/s72-c/marley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-7192007919552157688</id><published>2008-12-22T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:23:08.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SU_M1T93YvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9cEqxybdSqI/s1600-h/christmas08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282666104193770226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SU_M1T93YvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9cEqxybdSqI/s320/christmas08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SU_MsswlgJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/cLy1yYdVQnk/s1600-h/christmas08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282665956230135954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SU_MsswlgJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/cLy1yYdVQnk/s320/christmas08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SU_MlpeE0lI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nDwVPBtQgh0/s1600-h/christmas08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282665835088106066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SU_MlpeE0lI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nDwVPBtQgh0/s320/christmas08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SU_Md7wOYxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WKG6SRmQ3Hk/s1600-h/christmas08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282665702557115154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SU_Md7wOYxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WKG6SRmQ3Hk/s320/christmas08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started our Christmas festivities yesterday with my Mom and Dad (and yes their spouses too!). I know Stinkydog has posted about our tradition of raising our hands until the countdown to open presents. It's always fun and even though some of the nieces and nephews are college age they still seem to enjoy it like the were 6 or 8 years old. And of course we have the traditional picture of Blake and Patrick. Head shot only. We are now the proud owners of a little more than 500 of this same picture. The only thing lacking each year is the presence of hair! And just for Stinkydog, Dad can't even keep his eyes open for a picture-even when he physically tries to open them for the picture!!! Hope everyone is having a great holiday season so far. Enjoy the pics.&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/6010416451827510320-7192007919552157688?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7192007919552157688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=7192007919552157688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7192007919552157688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7192007919552157688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-1.html' title='Christmas #1'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SU_M1T93YvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9cEqxybdSqI/s72-c/christmas08+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-892312712036742019</id><published>2008-12-16T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:01:14.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iced in...not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SUgXAH1VX0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9u6G6TdcySU/s1600-h/sleet+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280495853962092354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SUgXAH1VX0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9u6G6TdcySU/s320/sleet+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SUgWxiZrN-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/YTaFTvkBePY/s1600-h/sleet+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280495603395803106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SUgWxiZrN-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/YTaFTvkBePY/s320/sleet+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SUgWme2H_1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/B0FdIoPyxCA/s1600-h/sleet+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280495413462826834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SUgWme2H_1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/B0FdIoPyxCA/s320/sleet+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SUgWbQ3JaDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/36meThuLHZI/s1600-h/sleet+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280495220730456114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SUgWbQ3JaDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/36meThuLHZI/s320/sleet+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On your mark, get set..Go! And Casey always finds the time to pose, even on a sled!&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/6010416451827510320-892312712036742019?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/892312712036742019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=892312712036742019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/892312712036742019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/892312712036742019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/12/iced-innot.html' title='Iced in...not!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SUgXAH1VX0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9u6G6TdcySU/s72-c/sleet+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-3738216469293758872</id><published>2008-12-16T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:14:44.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I'll be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SUf95DI9RPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hriB6jqywXY/s1600-h/goalie+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280468244652442866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SUf95DI9RPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hriB6jqywXY/s320/goalie+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until Jack Frost decides to move his happy ass out of town you may find me here...most likely with a cocker spaniel on one side and a glass of wine in hand.  Stay warm everybody!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-3738216469293758872?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3738216469293758872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=3738216469293758872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/3738216469293758872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/3738216469293758872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-ill-be.html' title='Where I&apos;ll be...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SUf95DI9RPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hriB6jqywXY/s72-c/goalie+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-2977757218893458184</id><published>2008-12-12T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:43:36.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>A kid funny</title><content type='html'>Okay, my kids say hysterical shit all the time.  They crack me up.  But other people's children don't.  I'm sorry, they just usually aren't near as cute or funny as the Mom thinks.  I'm sure mine aren't as funny to other people either.  Anyway, my friend Donna has the cutest freakin' kids in the world.  She told me this story this morning and I chuckle every time I repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;Her sister walks in and hasn't seen her 4 year old in a while and says:  "Gunnar!!  You've grown a foot since I last saw you!"&lt;br /&gt;Gunnar: Visibly upset and looks around and says "Where?  Where?"&lt;br /&gt;(OMG- the kid actually thought a foot grew out of him somewhere and he couldn't see it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-2977757218893458184?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2977757218893458184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=2977757218893458184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2977757218893458184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2977757218893458184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/12/kid-funny.html' title='A kid funny'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-7689698297914894420</id><published>2008-12-10T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:34:57.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casey'/><title type='text'>Helllloooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/ST_9f3rrw-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/UucZ9FDH2cs/s1600-h/hollyball.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278216012266456034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/ST_9f3rrw-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/UucZ9FDH2cs/s320/hollyball.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have been the biggest slacker when it has come to posting this month. And believe me, I know I'm not any more busy than anyone else so I have no good excuses! The kids have both started basketball which has been fun (okay dammit I will e-mail you schedules soon!). Connor finished cotillion and we had the holly ball (pictured is Connor with 2 classmates-Melissa and Kendall). Let me tell you, he can DANCE. Definitely did not get his daddies rhythm. Heh heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, school's out next week and I must get my butt in gear getting ready for Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-7689698297914894420?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7689698297914894420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=7689698297914894420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7689698297914894420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7689698297914894420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/12/helllloooo.html' title='Helllloooo!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/ST_9f3rrw-I/AAAAAAAAAYI/UucZ9FDH2cs/s72-c/hollyball.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1127235833536055841</id><published>2008-11-21T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:15:06.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I'm excited it's Friday, but hoping we don't have another round of vomit/poop again.  Not fun.  What's up with you guys?  I'm hoping to get  started on what I'm going to do for Thanksgiving dinner.  We're going to the Buffalo that day so I need to fix something ahead of time that I can travel with.  Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-1127235833536055841?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1127235833536055841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1127235833536055841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1127235833536055841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1127235833536055841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/11/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-8125308906322810018</id><published>2008-11-17T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:43:16.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SSGszkgQobI/AAAAAAAAAYA/r2e_b4JMtQ4/s1600-h/buggy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269683040972480946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SSGszkgQobI/AAAAAAAAAYA/r2e_b4JMtQ4/s320/buggy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gee, I'm not sure if cleaning up vomit all weekend or going to watch &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; all weekend would've been more fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(pictured: Blake and his beloved 'Buggy')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-8125308906322810018?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8125308906322810018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=8125308906322810018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8125308906322810018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8125308906322810018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend recap'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SSGszkgQobI/AAAAAAAAAYA/r2e_b4JMtQ4/s72-c/buggy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-122745186919019947</id><published>2008-11-12T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:33:51.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Stinkydog wasn't the only one at the salon on Tuesday.  Casey is really getting into her hair appt's now, see?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SRr28womUbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cLeO5HMFca0/s1600-h/caseysalon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267794237870985650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SRr28womUbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cLeO5HMFca0/s320/caseysalon.bmp" 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/6010416451827510320-122745186919019947?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/122745186919019947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=122745186919019947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/122745186919019947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/122745186919019947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SRr28womUbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/cLeO5HMFca0/s72-c/caseysalon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-7067698870327919478</id><published>2008-11-11T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:06:59.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny</title><content type='html'>So yesterday after I posted my turkey story I go watch TV and there's a new AT&amp;amp;T commercial about the guy who didn't get the message to thaw the turkey before putting it in the turkey fryer or it would explode.   Who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-7067698870327919478?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7067698870327919478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=7067698870327919478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7067698870327919478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7067698870327919478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny.html' title='A funny'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-8234500254773100475</id><published>2008-11-10T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:41:56.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey recipe anyone?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I'm looking for a turkey recipe or just your funniest thanksgiving story ever to make me feel better. For the last twenty years I have never had a thanksgiving that I don't think of my friend Kari. Most of you know that Kari passed away this summer and I can't stop thinking of her since. She was one of my best friends since we graduated high school. And the funny memories we shared is what made her so special. This is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Kari and I were living together, she was trying to get back on her feet from a horse accident and I was in nursing school. We obviously had no money between us. So for thanksgiving someone Kari was training gave her a turkey. Since Kari and I were so poor we decided to cook this turkey ourselves for thanksgiving that year. Kari had a lot less experience in the kitchen than I did so she let me handle the turkey. I read the directions and heated up the oven. We put that turkey in and knew it was going to be while before it was ready. The afternoon went on and before we knew it some friends invited us out that night. We did think to turn off the oven, but decided we would take it out when we came home. It was a LATE night to say the least and the next day came and went and the next. Neither of us remembered the turkey. And I didn't read the directions very well when cooking it. About the third or fourth day after all this Kari came home and the entire house smelled like rotten eggs. We searched high and low and finally Kari opened the oven. The turkey had exploded. When you partially cook something with 'innards' and it goes 3-4 days at room temperature it will explode. And stink. That is how I earned the title 'The Turkey Cooker' to each and every person who met me through Kari after that incident. Kari got married in November several years after this happened and I was the bridesmaid that 'cooked the turkey'. I miss my friend, even if we only occasionally talked since we got married and had kids. But there will never be a thanksgiving I don't think of Kari and how she told everyone that story. So since she's not here I thought I might pick that duty up now, even if it's embarrassing myself. So what's your funniest thanksgiving story? Anyone else make a turkey explode?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-8234500254773100475?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8234500254773100475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=8234500254773100475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8234500254773100475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8234500254773100475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-recipe-anyone.html' title='Turkey recipe anyone?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-4252832584698792139</id><published>2008-11-03T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:04:39.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casey'/><title type='text'>Funny Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SQ9ZAcTilpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MtP4dmW_qOw/s1600-h/casey+braces.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264524353552422546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SQ9ZAcTilpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MtP4dmW_qOw/s320/casey+braces.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey got got her braces today, can you see them okay? She got pink and green bands.  That will go great with her christmas dress.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-4252832584698792139?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4252832584698792139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=4252832584698792139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4252832584698792139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4252832584698792139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-face.html' title='Funny Face'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SQ9ZAcTilpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MtP4dmW_qOw/s72-c/casey+braces.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-6345027737022965559</id><published>2008-10-31T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:56:20.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween.  I really look forward to the neighborhood party tonight.  Cookouts and hayrides and kids galore.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lovin&lt;/span&gt; it. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Beth!  I can't believe she is 20!!!  No way!&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Mel on finishing the first week of training.  It sucks but will get better, I promise!  Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-6345027737022965559?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6345027737022965559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=6345027737022965559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6345027737022965559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6345027737022965559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-400871274075119481</id><published>2008-10-26T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T07:00:21.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatchicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mel'/><title type='text'>I'm with you!</title><content type='html'>Okay, Mel.  I'm joining you.  I know you will personally come over and slap me if I say I'm "fat" but I now officially weigh 30 lbs more than I did last year at this time.  I just admitted it and that feels better already.  I still walk/run 3-4 times a week.  But only a couple of miles.  A year ago I would RUN 4-5 miles almost everyday.  And of course (cough) some eating and drinking habits have gotten out of control.  I have run the LR half-marathon 3 times under 2 hours and by god I will do it again!  Thanks for the inspiration to completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; myself on my blog.  You rock Mel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-400871274075119481?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/400871274075119481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=400871274075119481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/400871274075119481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/400871274075119481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m with you!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1108601556083446177</id><published>2008-10-26T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:53:10.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Casey</title><content type='html'>Today is Casey's last game.  She swears she doesn't want to play anymore soccer and that breaks my heart.  Maybe she'll change her mind.  I took this picture at yesterday's game.  I think it shows how fearless she is.  She gets right in there and plays so good.  I hope after a break she'll stay in the game.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SQR1k2yBAtI/AAAAAAAAATw/2o0-Rngq5SY/s1600-h/goalie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261459540716618450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SQR1k2yBAtI/AAAAAAAAATw/2o0-Rngq5SY/s320/goalie.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/6010416451827510320-1108601556083446177?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1108601556083446177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1108601556083446177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1108601556083446177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1108601556083446177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-casey.html' title='Crazy Casey'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SQR1k2yBAtI/AAAAAAAAATw/2o0-Rngq5SY/s72-c/goalie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-2637170523504622328</id><published>2008-10-20T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:24:49.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casey'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Casey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SPyg3XTSWVI/AAAAAAAAATo/jZtym4qzmLI/s1600-h/casey+fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259255337870055762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SPyg3XTSWVI/AAAAAAAAATo/jZtym4qzmLI/s320/casey+fishing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday to my Boo Boo!  She turns the big 9 today.  I can't believe it has been 9 years!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-2637170523504622328?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2637170523504622328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=2637170523504622328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2637170523504622328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2637170523504622328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-casey.html' title='Happy Birthday Casey'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SPyg3XTSWVI/AAAAAAAAATo/jZtym4qzmLI/s72-c/casey+fishing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-390729282134868835</id><published>2008-10-17T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:23:41.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Weekend plans</title><content type='html'>We're headed in for another fun filled weekend of kid activities.  What are you doing?  We hope to squeeze the Fair in sometime between Casey's camping trip, Connor's birthday party and then Cotillion, and the air show that Blake is taking his buggy to.  And sometime in there I hope to squeeze in working out and cleaning up this place.  Casey will be 9 on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; (wow) and we have her party next week as well.  I'm just glad she has no soccer practice or game this weekend (we needed a break from getting our butts stomped).  Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-390729282134868835?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/390729282134868835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=390729282134868835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/390729282134868835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/390729282134868835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend plans'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-8452125464312929104</id><published>2008-10-13T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:35:58.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SPOG2iBZdxI/AAAAAAAAATg/H0vtDDDPC0g/s1600-h/caseyglasses.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256693461475227410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SPOG2iBZdxI/AAAAAAAAATg/H0vtDDDPC0g/s320/caseyglasses.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have been lazzzy posting lately. There's been a lot going on. Sortof. For starters Casey got glasses. Yeah, this time the teacher was right when she said she couldn't see the board. The awesome Mom I am has a picture of the glasses but not one with Casey in them. She is very nearsighted and has to wear them pretty much all the time. I think she was inspired a little by Mel when she picked these glasses out! I guess then we've just been busy with soccer (no wins yet) and other stuff going on. Casey will be 9 next monday, getting ready for that is chore enough since we're doing a costume party here for all the little girls in her class. Can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-8452125464312929104?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8452125464312929104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=8452125464312929104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8452125464312929104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8452125464312929104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-im-back.html' title='Hey, I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SPOG2iBZdxI/AAAAAAAAATg/H0vtDDDPC0g/s72-c/caseyglasses.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-857417488962533845</id><published>2008-09-29T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:44:35.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SOEh2DmkHmI/AAAAAAAAATY/aidqIgWwj3E/s1600-h/WEDDING+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251515853054418530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SOEh2DmkHmI/AAAAAAAAATY/aidqIgWwj3E/s320/WEDDING+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Dad and Karon got married this weekend and it went really well. Yes, there was some dancing and plenty drinking going on. Stinkydog described Dad's dancing to a tee. I went through my pictures hoping I caught a good one but only found this one. It's Connor doing some sort of robotic dance thing but you can see Dad behind him looking like he's all bowed up ready to slap someone but he's actually dancing. It was fun. From what I remember. JK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-857417488962533845?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/857417488962533845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=857417488962533845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/857417488962533845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/857417488962533845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SOEh2DmkHmI/AAAAAAAAATY/aidqIgWwj3E/s72-c/WEDDING+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-402369686950332012</id><published>2008-09-28T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:20:29.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Happy anniversary to Blake.  17 years!  Wow!  What's in store for the next 17?  Love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-402369686950332012?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/402369686950332012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=402369686950332012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/402369686950332012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/402369686950332012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-683818985053690845</id><published>2008-09-21T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:44:16.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Just when I thought it was over</title><content type='html'>I have missed certain things about having 'little' kids.  Like hours in the park, kiddie pools that didn't require cleaning or funny little kid movies that I didn't have to explain some of the language or why grandpa was laying on the babysitter.  Then there are the things I'm very happy to have been done with.  Chuck E Cheese for one.  But now there's &lt;a href="http://www.playtimepizza.com/"&gt;Playtime Pizza.&lt;/a&gt;  It's Chuck E Cheese on steroids or even better...crack.  It's hell on earth is what it is and yes it costs a freakin' fortune.  They don't tell you on the website or when you get there that it is required to buy the buffet to enter.  So basically there's an entry fee, $9 adults and $7 for kids under 11.  And then you have to put money on a card that looks like an ATM card for them to run around and spend in ten minutes.  The kids love it.  Fun.  Lots of fun......just wait Stinkydog.  Your time is coming!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-683818985053690845?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/683818985053690845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=683818985053690845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/683818985053690845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/683818985053690845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-when-i-thought-it-was-over.html' title='Just when I thought it was over'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-2920677122984523533</id><published>2008-09-16T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:20:44.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>No reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SNFYc2HSU7I/AAAAAAAAATQ/w1958ROTwGw/s1600-h/fence.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247072293448995762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SNFYc2HSU7I/AAAAAAAAATQ/w1958ROTwGw/s320/fence.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home today and BOTH the dogs were chewing on the fence. Okay, not just nawing at the ends. Ripping the boards off is more like it. Can't seem to figure out why. Just doin it. And when screamed at they wagged their tails more. Not. Cute. Sorry Wilson. But I must add that Coco was at it too. They must have pica. Some sort of wood deficiency maybe. I would provide picture but this happened minutes before Doggie Daddy got home and nailed them back up. Very unhappy I might add. No time for pics. Poor Wilson, this does nothing to convince Doggie Daddy you really really need to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In his defense I came home today and COCO was the only dog chewing on the fence. Here's your picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-2920677122984523533?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2920677122984523533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=2920677122984523533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2920677122984523533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2920677122984523533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-reason.html' title='No reason'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SNFYc2HSU7I/AAAAAAAAATQ/w1958ROTwGw/s72-c/fence.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-6254985782697489318</id><published>2008-09-11T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:57:54.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson meets his Daddy</title><content type='html'>Okay, not his dog daddy.  But Blake can make the exact face of Wilson with his eyes bulging out and his tongue hanging out.  I swear.  Hopefully there will be picture evidence by the weekend.  I'm not kidding, they look EXACTLY alike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-6254985782697489318?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6254985782697489318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=6254985782697489318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6254985782697489318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6254985782697489318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/wilson-meets-his-daddy.html' title='Wilson meets his Daddy'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-2739403752809202670</id><published>2008-09-09T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:27:55.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a crazy day getting the kids registered for &lt;a href="http://www.winnamocka.com/"&gt;camp &lt;/a&gt;this morning.  Yeah, I said crazy because it took almost 2 hours since the computers were so slow from everyone else in the country trying to get in there too.  I guess it's worth it if your going to the neatest place on earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-2739403752809202670?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2739403752809202670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=2739403752809202670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2739403752809202670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2739403752809202670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-crazy-day-getting-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-7905311757802358859</id><published>2008-09-07T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:36:59.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SMRXNZaRE-I/AAAAAAAAATI/va47uvb3vFM/s1600-h/cotillion.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243411753837073378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SMRXNZaRE-I/AAAAAAAAATI/va47uvb3vFM/s320/cotillion.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SMRW-a9Tg_I/AAAAAAAAATA/ZyOuYY1NQ8M/s1600-h/tie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243411496554431474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SMRW-a9Tg_I/AAAAAAAAATA/ZyOuYY1NQ8M/s320/tie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SMRWxpTzD7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/I97WErgX8cw/s1600-h/casey+goalie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243411277068570546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SMRWxpTzD7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/I97WErgX8cw/s320/casey+goalie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Casey kicked some a@* as goalie this weekend. She did great, I wish I could say the same for the rest of the team. The other girls played like they had lead in their shoes and were scared of the other team. They were a head taller than us. I can honestly say our first game is never our best. I put a picture of her after the game in the goalie jersey. The score was either 8 v 5 or 8 v 6, only two went by Casey. The rest went by the other goalie. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next Connor geared up for Cotillion by learning to tie his own tie. Picture is too cute! Next he went with the other Holy Souls boys and we got a great shot of them lined up in the front yard. Connor is the first one the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-7905311757802358859?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7905311757802358859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=7905311757802358859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7905311757802358859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7905311757802358859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SMRXNZaRE-I/AAAAAAAAATI/va47uvb3vFM/s72-c/cotillion.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-8315897629479775475</id><published>2008-09-05T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:47:46.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><title type='text'>Weekend plans?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whatcha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; this weekend?  Oh, me?  Hopefully sitting around on my lazy ass doing nothing.  But sadly I know that's not the case.  We're already starting out tonight with going to a surprise party for one of Connor's classmates.  Get this.  Hummer Limo for 2 hours for 15 kids ages 11 and 12.  I got better shit to do with my money, but I'm sure the kids will love it.  Then Casey has her first soccer game in the morning.  She's been groomed for goalie.  Cross your fingers, I just think her foot action is too good not to be on the field.  Then we have another party tomorrow afternoon for Casey's friend.  And sometime tomorrow I need to get Connor's shoes because tomorrow night is the first night of Cotillion!!!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EEeeee&lt;/span&gt;!  I can't wait to see him dressed up and wish I could be a fly on the wall the first time he has to dance &lt;em&gt;with a girl!!&lt;/em&gt;  Come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; I'm hoping the laundry fairy will come and do the 15 loads that are needing to be done.  And surely the stick fairy will come and gather the 19 million sticks that are in my yard after the last two days of high winds and storms.  If they don't I'll be forced to get off my lazy ass and do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-8315897629479775475?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8315897629479775475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=8315897629479775475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8315897629479775475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8315897629479775475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend plans?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-952961460212666636</id><published>2008-09-03T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:31:13.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SL6tgmbNVLI/AAAAAAAAASw/oCsn-IlEJoM/s1600-h/callie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241817791887922354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SL6tgmbNVLI/AAAAAAAAASw/oCsn-IlEJoM/s320/callie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 6th Birthday to Callie! Her mommy wouldn't cut down the middle of the cake to get her name, so she got happy instead!  Hope it's a great day for you Callie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-952961460212666636?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/952961460212666636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=952961460212666636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/952961460212666636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/952961460212666636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SL6tgmbNVLI/AAAAAAAAASw/oCsn-IlEJoM/s72-c/callie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-6377630982888648200</id><published>2008-08-30T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:10:08.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Wilson: Day two</title><content type='html'>He is sooooooo freakin cute.  He loves me and only me.  He won't take his medicine for anyone but me.  Kinda funny.  And he favors 'females' overall (me, Casey, Mom, neighbors that are women)  so some part of me thinks some woman had him and something happened to her.  Personally (not prejudiced)  women think of more details....LIKE PUTTING A FREAKIN TAG ON THE COLLAR WITH A NAME AND NUMBER.  I mean, just sayin'.  So anyhoo, he's one cutie-pa-tootie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-6377630982888648200?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6377630982888648200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=6377630982888648200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6377630982888648200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6377630982888648200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/wilson-day-two.html' title='Wilson: Day two'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-4401877827001790205</id><published>2008-08-30T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:50:15.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what I wasn't planning this weekend</title><content type='html'>Taking my Mother in law to the ER at 4 a.m. with severe abdominal pain, nausea, and vomiting.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;, not fun.  Now I must try to clean up for parties.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Never mind&lt;/span&gt; me if I'm sleeping in a corner tomorrow about this time.  Oh, and mother in law is okay, nothing a little emergency appendectomy won't fix.  Aren't those for 8 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-4401877827001790205?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4401877827001790205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=4401877827001790205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4401877827001790205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4401877827001790205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-i-wasnt-planning-this-weekend.html' title='what I wasn&apos;t planning this weekend'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-4448918029958196051</id><published>2008-08-29T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:23:36.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Weekend Plans?</title><content type='html'>What's up with you this weekend?  We're kinda busy, but not really going anywhere.  Tomorrow is hangout and cleanup day.  We're havin' my 'Old school swim party' as Fishdog is calling it here on Sunday.  Then my niece turns 6 next week so we're having her birthday party here on Monday.  Have a good one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-4448918029958196051?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4448918029958196051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=4448918029958196051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4448918029958196051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4448918029958196051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend Plans?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-250330367713192365</id><published>2008-08-29T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:38:40.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Day one with Wilson</title><content type='html'>This dog was very well trained by someone.  I can't believe there's not an APB out for him.  He understands every command.  He crates well (although he doesn't go in there on his own yet) and doesn't howl when he's in the crate or left alone.  He loves to put his head in your lap.  I haven't noticed anything chewed up yet.  He hasn't had an accident in the house.  He's great on a leash.  And he eats good.  What's not to love about Wilson?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-250330367713192365?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/250330367713192365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=250330367713192365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/250330367713192365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/250330367713192365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-one-with-wilson.html' title='Day one with Wilson'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-560994997953310447</id><published>2008-08-28T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:47:24.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Wilson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SLdG3O0uQKI/AAAAAAAAASg/DsXq9kDLKjE/s1600-h/wilson.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239734606154842274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SLdG3O0uQKI/AAAAAAAAASg/DsXq9kDLKjE/s320/wilson.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, it wasn't &lt;a href="http://www.dogsdontlie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stinkydog's&lt;/a&gt; picture of this little cutie that got me hooked. It might have been this one or the fact that he looks a lot like Georgia. He's a doll, a little fat, but we can fix that. He loves Coco and just went for his first walk down the street with the kids and I to see how he would fair on a leash. He did well, shedding the extra pounds shouldn't be difficult. He ate all his dinner and so far hasn't taken a shit in the house. What a good boy Wilson!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-560994997953310447?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/560994997953310447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=560994997953310447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/560994997953310447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/560994997953310447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/wilson.html' title='Wilson'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SLdG3O0uQKI/AAAAAAAAASg/DsXq9kDLKjE/s72-c/wilson.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-907829820620999511</id><published>2008-08-20T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:21:49.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SKxggDJ6uhI/AAAAAAAAASY/gsuTOfajqHA/s1600-h/grad_power_toilet_bowl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236666570444028434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SKxggDJ6uhI/AAAAAAAAASY/gsuTOfajqHA/s320/grad_power_toilet_bowl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can you get your toilets sparkly clean and never even touch a bottle of toilet cleaner, use a toilet brush, or a special little cleaning tablet you leave in the tank? How can this be possible? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure either but my sweet little group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; cleaning girls (who don't speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;) manage to do it every two weeks. I'd ask them, but they can't understand me. I came home today and all the toilet brushes were dry and I still have the same container of toilet bowl cleaner that I had when they started a year ago. I've been on to this little mystery for quite a while and can't figure out how they do it. And believe me, I've checked our toothbrushes before. I'm not complaining. I just want to know how it's done. Because it bugs me that I don't know how they're doing it. Any ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-907829820620999511?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/907829820620999511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=907829820620999511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/907829820620999511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/907829820620999511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/cleaning-mystery.html' title='Cleaning Mystery'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SKxggDJ6uhI/AAAAAAAAASY/gsuTOfajqHA/s72-c/grad_power_toilet_bowl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-5870899544960983375</id><published>2008-08-18T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:47:12.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>A couple of interesting things happened today.  First  I sent my son to school not realizing he was starting 'junior high'.  Wow.  You guys know he goes to private school and they have different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; for age groups than public school.  But in all reality he just started junior high.  Wow.  Then I went to Academy sports, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;, let's say someone wasn't feeling well in the bathroom (not me) and I slipped coming out of the bathroom and busted my F@*!# knee.  Yeah, it really is sore.  More on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-5870899544960983375?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5870899544960983375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=5870899544960983375' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5870899544960983375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5870899544960983375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-2135941505223119911</id><published>2008-08-12T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:20:57.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>more beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SKIoysdgBmI/AAAAAAAAASA/jrOR0v_N8DM/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233790568351401570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SKIoysdgBmI/AAAAAAAAASA/jrOR0v_N8DM/s320/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;usually the dolphin rides/tours we go on are pretty lame....not this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-2135941505223119911?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2135941505223119911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=2135941505223119911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2135941505223119911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2135941505223119911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-beach.html' title='more beach'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SKIoysdgBmI/AAAAAAAAASA/jrOR0v_N8DM/s72-c/DSC00111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-8558799910857659796</id><published>2008-08-11T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T06:25:18.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Phelps Phan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SKA9d9CQqUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/NC0QN3FVk4k/s1600-h/phelpsfan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233250351814060354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SKA9d9CQqUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/NC0QN3FVk4k/s320/phelpsfan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionistas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mel &lt;/a&gt;had a good point over at fictionistas today. I agree, but when Casey came downstairs decorated like this we just had to watch our man pull in the gold for the USA! I do not agree with the Chinese government on a lot of things but we have chosen to watch our team and cheer them on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-8558799910857659796?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8558799910857659796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=8558799910857659796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8558799910857659796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8558799910857659796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/phelps-phan.html' title='Phelps Phan'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SKA9d9CQqUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/NC0QN3FVk4k/s72-c/phelpsfan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-6928951257257569817</id><published>2008-08-10T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T06:58:51.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Beach recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJ7yq6oi4TI/AAAAAAAAARw/TGE33AfX8RE/s1600-h/kidsbeach+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232886636158837042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJ7yq6oi4TI/AAAAAAAAARw/TGE33AfX8RE/s320/kidsbeach+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJ7ylONB0yI/AAAAAAAAARo/6UU82PHFt3Q/s1600-h/kidsbeach+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232886538332918562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJ7ylONB0yI/AAAAAAAAARo/6UU82PHFt3Q/s320/kidsbeach+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJ7yfcwtczI/AAAAAAAAARg/gRmHxS2AnB8/s1600-h/kidsbeach+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232886439161459506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJ7yfcwtczI/AAAAAAAAARg/gRmHxS2AnB8/s320/kidsbeach+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJ7yZPYZwCI/AAAAAAAAARY/0N7tFTEgB58/s1600-h/kidsbeach+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232886332490629154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJ7yZPYZwCI/AAAAAAAAARY/0N7tFTEgB58/s320/kidsbeach+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach recap:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day one- overcast but all day in the ocean we go.  Kids had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day two- more sunny but the jellyfish came out of nowhere, we counted around 49 or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day three- Connor meets 2 chicks that have a crush on him, we took them crabhunting with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day four-day at the beach watching 2 chicks coo over Connor all day.  Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day five- Chicks have to go home (thank God).  Back to being by ourselves.  Great day hunting shells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day six-last day, kids restless and sick of each other.  Dolphin ride.  pack up to leave in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-6928951257257569817?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6928951257257569817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=6928951257257569817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6928951257257569817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/6928951257257569817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/beach-recap.html' title='Beach recap'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJ7yq6oi4TI/AAAAAAAAARw/TGE33AfX8RE/s72-c/kidsbeach+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-5952943825550140577</id><published>2008-08-09T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:49:50.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy Cat</title><content type='html'>You like?  Okay, I totally copied off of &lt;a href="http://www.dogsdontlie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stinkydog&lt;/a&gt; and got myself a new look!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-5952943825550140577?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5952943825550140577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=5952943825550140577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5952943825550140577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5952943825550140577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/copy-cat.html' title='Copy Cat'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-4043818547800113702</id><published>2008-08-01T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:43:19.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>We be beaching this week!  Blake, the kids, and I leave Sunday for the beach.  I am soooo looking forward to sleeping in, hanging out on the beach, reading, and havin' a cold one anytime I want. &lt;br /&gt;See ya'll next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-4043818547800113702?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4043818547800113702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=4043818547800113702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4043818547800113702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/4043818547800113702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1953073609121133483</id><published>2008-07-31T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:49:10.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Stinkydog!</title><content type='html'>Lee's birthday is today.  I get to say were only ONE year apart for the next 48 days.  Don't ask me why that thrills me so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-1953073609121133483?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1953073609121133483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1953073609121133483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1953073609121133483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1953073609121133483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-stinkydog.html' title='Happy Birthday Stinkydog!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1599055378978422593</id><published>2008-07-30T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:18:04.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Actually...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJCULeTZI3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yqeE6H_zwKg/s1600-h/casey+fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228842092211020658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJCULeTZI3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yqeE6H_zwKg/s320/casey+fishing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJCSZOjc1iI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bzCiSApzjIg/s1600-h/kids+on+bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228840129478317602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJCSZOjc1iI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bzCiSApzjIg/s320/kids+on+bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJCRnFD_yiI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HMFcl3KLOjg/s1600-h/connor+fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228839267937012258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJCRnFD_yiI/AAAAAAAAAQk/HMFcl3KLOjg/s320/connor+fishing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't all bad last week.&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/6010416451827510320-1599055378978422593?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1599055378978422593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1599055378978422593' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1599055378978422593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1599055378978422593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/07/actually.html' title='Actually...'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SJCULeTZI3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yqeE6H_zwKg/s72-c/casey+fishing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-7914199909115755117</id><published>2008-07-29T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:04:08.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not raining here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SI8-ssau59I/AAAAAAAAAQU/a8Hg8Lzu_Ks/s1600-h/waterdamage+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228466629958887378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SI8-ssau59I/AAAAAAAAAQU/a8Hg8Lzu_Ks/s320/waterdamage+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SI8-mRJ14rI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AdGZZk-jxOc/s1600-h/waterdamage+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228466519561069234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SI8-mRJ14rI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AdGZZk-jxOc/s320/waterdamage+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SI8-fmYvTFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1BHoLAON3TA/s1600-h/waterdamage+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228466405001612370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SI8-fmYvTFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1BHoLAON3TA/s320/waterdamage+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine MY surprise when I opened the door to let Coco out this morning and saw this!  Yeah, the main water line on the street broke and flooded everything.  My neighbor couldn't even see her pool.  Luckily our deck, pool, and house were high enough that we didn't get any damage.  But the yard is full of rocks and the entire neighborhoods mulch.  So, guess we won't have to water the grass tonight. &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/6010416451827510320-7914199909115755117?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7914199909115755117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=7914199909115755117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7914199909115755117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7914199909115755117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-not-raining-here.html' title='It&apos;s not raining here!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/SI8-ssau59I/AAAAAAAAAQU/a8Hg8Lzu_Ks/s72-c/waterdamage+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-8718109419500433487</id><published>2008-07-28T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:10:23.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>100</title><content type='html'>Brace yourself &lt;a href="http://dogsdontlie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stinkydog.&lt;/a&gt;  This post is #100 for me!  Woo hoo!  I know it's not very exciting since Lee just recently celebrated 1000.  BUT I have a lot to do.  A lotta nothin'.  Ha.  Actually, I have nothing to post today.  The kids and I survived last week in Branson, barely.  I will spare you the details because my voice escalates and I begin to shake as I describe what we had to go through.  I will simply say that I will never take part in any trip or event that requires me to be around anyone else's children, but my own, for more than 24hours.  It's just safer that way.  You know so you keep your own sanity and all.  Not all kids are bad though, I took my niece to Austin last year and she was very helpful and actually fun, once she talked.  It's funny how we don't really know our own families until we get stuck in a car for 8 hours with them or are forced to stay in a room with them for 3 days.  As much as I love my family I am happy that we are going to the beach next week, alone.  I can't wait too, it's been 3 years since we went to the beach.  I need a good book to read while I'm there.  Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-8718109419500433487?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8718109419500433487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=8718109419500433487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8718109419500433487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/8718109419500433487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/07/100.html' title='100'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-2004896093422905349</id><published>2008-07-20T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:28:37.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The week ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.big-cedar.com/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is where you will find me and the kids all week.  Leaving in the morning.  I'm actually going to take Blake's laptop and maybe can post a few of my own scenic pictures! Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-2004896093422905349?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2004896093422905349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=2004896093422905349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2004896093422905349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/2004896093422905349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-ahead.html' title='The week ahead'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1951549508616458076</id><published>2008-07-18T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:51:21.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Gong Show?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/shows/gong_show/index.jhtml"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;is not the Gong Show I remembered. In fact, my first clue to turn it off should have been when they announced Andy Dick as a judge. Needless to say my poor children didn't get to watch past the first act, "The Trash Band" who sang (in plain english so you could understand every word!) the words to&lt;a href="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/lyric/133034/Lil+Wayne+-+Lollipop.html"&gt; Lollipop &lt;/a&gt;by Lil' Wayne in a hairband rock style. Uhmmmm, yeah Connor was on the edge of his seat and oops Mom accidently dropped the remote changing the channel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-1951549508616458076?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1951549508616458076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1951549508616458076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1951549508616458076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1951549508616458076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/07/remember-gong-show.html' title='Remember the Gong Show?'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-7502839732033521773</id><published>2008-07-13T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:32:46.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>I am a dog.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a frog.&lt;br /&gt;I fetch the ball for you.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;I eat dog food.&lt;br /&gt;But I really like shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I really like to play outside.&lt;br /&gt;While you are inside.&lt;br /&gt;When it's sunny or rainy it's really a pain.&lt;br /&gt;And that is how dogs do their own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:  Casey Epps and Olivia Keith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-7502839732033521773?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7502839732033521773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=7502839732033521773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7502839732033521773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/7502839732033521773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/07/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-5047109310027431981</id><published>2008-07-10T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:14:00.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday!</title><content type='html'>Whew.  It's finally Friday.  What's up this weekend?  Where are you going?  Or are you just gonna chill after the long holiday weekend?  We have no special plans.  I think I'm supposed to work one day but can't remember when.  I'm pretty sure Casey's last swim meet is Saturday, but not real sure.  I guess I might mow the grass or clean up the backyard, I'm not certain if I did it last week or not.  I suppose I will workout at some point, if I'm not too tired trying to remember the rest of the crap I was supposed to do this last week or coming up week.  Who knows?  Have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-5047109310027431981?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5047109310027431981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=5047109310027431981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5047109310027431981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/5047109310027431981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday!'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6010416451827510320.post-1040951900028266259</id><published>2008-07-09T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:43:42.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>My camp is bigger than your camp</title><content type='html'>Conversation today at lunch between Connor and his cousin (remember Connor goes to camp at Winnamocka and cousin goes to Brookhill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor: We get to have burgers and bbq and pizza at camp&lt;br /&gt;cousin:  We get to eat anything we want when we want&lt;br /&gt;Connor: we get ice cream sundaes after dinner almost every night&lt;br /&gt;cousin: we get 5 ice cream sandwiches for lunch&lt;br /&gt;Connor:  We have computer geek named Dex that can answer any question&lt;br /&gt;cousin:  we have laptops on every bunk in our cabins&lt;br /&gt;Connor:  we get root beer at the western dance&lt;br /&gt;cousin: we get sodas at every meal&lt;br /&gt;Connor: we get to stay up until 10 or 11 every night&lt;br /&gt;cousin:  we stay up all night long every night until the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Connor:  our bunks are air conditioned&lt;br /&gt;cousin:  (pause)  we have fans that attach to every bunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURN!!!  I had to laugh at the last one.  I guess the poor thing ran out of all 'the one ups' he could think of.  And for the record, everything Connor said was true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6010416451827510320-1040951900028266259?l=birdrunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1040951900028266259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6010416451827510320&amp;postID=1040951900028266259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1040951900028266259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6010416451827510320/posts/default/1040951900028266259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdrunner.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-camp-is-bigger-than-your-camp.html' title='My camp is bigger than your camp'/><author><name>Robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04659556764042698473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Zh01tjhW8c/TI-P6JtzyRI/AAAAAAAAAes/5aO9NU8EZ_o/S220/dadswedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
