<?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-3006366422317722818</id><updated>2011-09-28T10:23:59.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to our world</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi all of you nosey people.  This is just a glimpse into the wonderful life we live.  Mostly I share the odd and strange things because, let's be honest, that is what you really want to know.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-2704082169914423791</id><published>2010-11-10T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T06:31:38.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anybody looking at my out of dat blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/TNqsvCS76HI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i4qVNj7_7xM/s1600/sophie"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/TNqsvCS76HI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i4qVNj7_7xM/s320/sophie" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537928615875569778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am infact a SUPER blogger!  Can't you tell, I did last write like 2 years ago.  Things are wildly different here, we have a beautiful new baby girl (15months old new) the boys are growing like crazy, we do still have the mulching mower though! Well, just checking if I should update this ever or ignore it (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-2704082169914423791?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/2704082169914423791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=2704082169914423791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2704082169914423791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2704082169914423791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-anybody-looking-at-my-out-of-dat.html' title='Is anybody looking at my out of dat blog?'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/TNqsvCS76HI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i4qVNj7_7xM/s72-c/sophie' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-1763279772429923930</id><published>2009-02-06T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:59:40.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a mulching mower, not a dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SYzAtuZqPyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mvzPMIDsR5k/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SYzAtuZqPyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mvzPMIDsR5k/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299822753290534690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SYzAtaGRd6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/oU4xPaRbYBQ/s1600-h/P1030473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SYzAtaGRd6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/oU4xPaRbYBQ/s320/P1030473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299822747840509858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SYzAs5UNa1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/eYp5jujUls0/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SYzAs5UNa1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/eYp5jujUls0/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299822739040594770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, about 5 years ago I gave in and agreed to be a dog owner.  Now, I must say that I have always been a dog lover, but a small dog lover.  When I was about 3 a St. Bernard came into our back yard, knocked me out of my swing and laid on top of me.  My parents found me and shooed the dog but I have been scared of large dogs since then.  Taylor grew up with a golden retreiver and hates small dogs.  His "dream" (since college when he started duck hunting) was to train a hunting dog.  I gave in and we got Maggie Water Tower (Hunter named her and he was 3), and she was the cutest little 4 pound dog in the world...for about a week! Now I will say that Taylor did an amazing job training her, I am so proud of him.  But this is not a dog, I fully believe she is a goat or something.  When she was only a few months old she ate the gutter off of our house, she ate the screens off of our house, she has eaten every toy that has come into our back yard, she ate balloons, she ate shoes, she ate the door frame, she ate the swing set, she dug craters all over our yard....you get the point!  So, now we are in a new (to us) house and I am determined that our yard will be pretty, not a mine field.  So, Taylor is pretending that he will wash the dog every week and vacuume all the time so that his baby can be in the house.  Well this dog is on crack and can't be still so she is licking herself NON STOP and it's driving me nuts so I bought her this rubber chew toy that said "proven to withstand the toughest chewers"  it was a pile of rubber bits within hours.  Today I tried again and bought this NASTY real bone and it was over 6 inches long and huge, well I bought it at 3 and it's gone. Now she is over there licking herself again, I think I am going to puke.  Is there such a thing as an indestructible dog toy????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-1763279772429923930?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/1763279772429923930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=1763279772429923930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/1763279772429923930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/1763279772429923930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-have-mulching-mower-not-dog.html' title='We have a mulching mower, not a dog!'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SYzAtuZqPyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mvzPMIDsR5k/s72-c/IMG_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-2551758733583255004</id><published>2008-09-16T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:08:33.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh, it's the grossest thing ever...</title><content type='html'>So, Saturday was a really boring day.  We just hung out and did nothing really all day.  After watching Tina Fey do the most amazing Sarah Palin impression ever we retired to bed.  I snuggled into my bed and rolled over to cuddle my lovely husband... and that's when it happened.  I must say this is the greatest violation of my entire marraige and the sole result of Taylors laziness.  I was GOUGED by his disgustingly long toenails, seriously there is a cut on my toe.  I yelled at him held vomit back and tried unsuccessfully to beat him.  My super lazy spouse barely apologized and just rolled over and went to sleep.  I was afraid to go to sleep or move all night.  I was seriously traumatized.  Then to make matters worse he waited 2 more days to clip them, I had to sleep in socks to protect myself.  I tried to take a picture of the offensive toes but Taylor outweighs me by about 90 lbs and I didn't stand a chance in our wresteling match for the camera.  Just know, I might have to go to counseling over this.  There is something to be said for the Metrosexual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-2551758733583255004?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/2551758733583255004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=2551758733583255004' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2551758733583255004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2551758733583255004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/09/ohh-its-grossest-thing-ever.html' title='Ohh, it&apos;s the grossest thing ever...'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-3400414483083003247</id><published>2008-08-26T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:30:50.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I might be Debbie Downer</title><content type='html'>So, since I spoke with or saw you last (and this applies to everyone because I am in the land of the loner right now) here is what has changed:&lt;br /&gt;1) We moved to Highland Village&lt;br /&gt;2) I quit teaching pre-school&lt;br /&gt;3) Cooper had an esophogeal biopsy (No I can't spell these things, I am okay with that)&lt;br /&gt;4) Cooper got diagnosed with eosinophilic esophagitis, which is a disease that has only exisisted for 10 years and how to treat it is a total crap shoot, the doctors don't know&lt;br /&gt;5) Coop had 2 allergy tests and he's allergic to SO MUCH FOOD and we are implenting this into our home.  This means that we can't eat out ANYWHERE and I have to cook everything from scratch. PS: I hate cooking and I suck at it&lt;br /&gt;6) We enrolled Hunter into a new school which is half home school half school school, so I am half teaching (:&lt;br /&gt;7) The first time I took a bath (which I LOVE LOVE LOVE) the tub in the master (upstairs) drained into the dining room (downstairs)&lt;br /&gt;8) My dog learned to jump our fence, and she's not fixed soooo.....it's only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a crazy summer, to say the least and I am just ready for it to end!  God, give me normalcy and simplicity.  PS all of this chaos started after my Memaw told me she was going to pray for me to get patience.  I don't think we are speaking any more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-3400414483083003247?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/3400414483083003247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=3400414483083003247' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/3400414483083003247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/3400414483083003247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-might-be-debbie-downer.html' title='I might be Debbie Downer'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-1601928866328906668</id><published>2008-07-20T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:34:50.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, a bright spot!</title><content type='html'>So as many of you know Cooper thinks he is actually batman.  He will tell me that he isn't getting married or having kids because he is Batman and Batman is not married and doesn't have kids.  Last night we were hanging out at my parents house and I was telling my aunt and cousin about how Coop is batman, so I said "Cooper, are you getting married?" He said "nu uh"  I said "are you going to be a daddy when you grow up?"  He said "no" So I asked "why not?" Knowing he would say because I am Batman.  Coop sits up and says "Because Hunter kicked me in the nuts."  We were all laughing at this hilarious response, it was priceless.  When we got in the car Taylor looked at me and said "Last week I tried to explain to the boys why we don't hit or kick in the crotch..."  It was too funny, I guess Coop thinks he got kicked too hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-1601928866328906668?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/1601928866328906668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=1601928866328906668' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/1601928866328906668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/1601928866328906668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/07/ah-bright-spot.html' title='Ah, a bright spot!'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-3119557077303707473</id><published>2008-07-18T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:30:56.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it is getting Better...if you care</title><content type='html'>So, in case my chaos is overwhelming, I apologize.  It seems that we FINALLY sold our house (barring some finance disaster.  The people diceded that they want it and they want us out in less than a month.  That is awesome except that we don't have another house to go to, scary right?  So my poor mom is our realtor and she showed us, no lie, over 30 houses in 2 days.  We found one that is as close to perfect as we can get and made an offer.  So it seems we will be closing 2 houses in one day and moving in less than 2 weeks.  It has been really stressful and for those of you that have been a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen thank you so much.  I promise to not be as crazy in a few weeks, maybe and keep praying for the other 3 stressors in our lives, hopefully God will be as helpful in those situations as he was in this one!  So we are super excited and super nervous.  YEAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-3119557077303707473?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/3119557077303707473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=3119557077303707473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/3119557077303707473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/3119557077303707473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-it-is-getting-betterif-you-care.html' title='Well, it is getting Better...if you care'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-7760811052819898388</id><published>2008-07-14T07:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:02:55.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for me.</title><content type='html'>Hey we have had an insane summer and I um under a lot of stress.  Please just pray for me for clarity, peace and the audible voice of God in about 4 areas of my life that are all happening in the next few short weeks.   Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-7760811052819898388?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/7760811052819898388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=7760811052819898388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/7760811052819898388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/7760811052819898388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-pray-for-me.html' title='Please pray for me.'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-1435985803978089898</id><published>2008-07-14T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:54:48.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>question of the day...belated</title><content type='html'>Have you ever prayed for patience?  I have not, and don't you pray that on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-1435985803978089898?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/1435985803978089898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=1435985803978089898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/1435985803978089898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/1435985803978089898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/07/question-of-daybelated.html' title='question of the day...belated'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-5426808692094152533</id><published>2008-06-28T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:40:54.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first was such a hit....</title><content type='html'>So question of the day today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song to you go nuts to when you think no one is looking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-5426808692094152533?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/5426808692094152533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=5426808692094152533' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/5426808692094152533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/5426808692094152533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-was-such-hit.html' title='The first was such a hit....'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-7541217917773219081</id><published>2008-06-27T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:07:21.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question for the day....</title><content type='html'>Okay people, I am a nonstop thinker, this may surprise some of you because I am still not that bright, but it's true.  I ponder things and sometimes they consume me totally, other times they quickly flutter out of my brain.  So I have decided to post the question of the day to get some wise counsel, insight and just a little girl talk.  So today I want to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does not being included in things give one a feeling of rejection?  It's so hard being a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-7541217917773219081?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/7541217917773219081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=7541217917773219081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/7541217917773219081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/7541217917773219081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/06/question-for-day.html' title='Question for the day....'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-5840750175632618460</id><published>2008-05-13T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:49:42.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SCphNufvtpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7s3yswc-ZMo/s1600-h/P1030672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SCphNufvtpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7s3yswc-ZMo/s320/P1030672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200075608200033938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SCphOOfvtqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/r6uavH84v3k/s1600-h/P1030752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SCphOOfvtqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/r6uavH84v3k/s320/P1030752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200075616789968546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SCphOefvtrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/owCZY3LSSJU/s1600-h/P1030699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SCphOefvtrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/owCZY3LSSJU/s320/P1030699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200075621084935858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SCphOufvtsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TN9N6QQ3HlA/s1600-h/P1030766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SCphOufvtsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TN9N6QQ3HlA/s320/P1030766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200075625379903170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SCphPOfvttI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6KeHmk4Zmro/s1600-h/P1030677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SCphPOfvttI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6KeHmk4Zmro/s320/P1030677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200075633969837778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-5840750175632618460?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/5840750175632618460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=5840750175632618460' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/5840750175632618460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/5840750175632618460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-in-week.html' title='All in a week...'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SCphNufvtpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7s3yswc-ZMo/s72-c/P1030672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-8367889129383234235</id><published>2008-04-19T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:33:21.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Vacant or Occupied?</title><content type='html'>Well, as usual the kids village has sparked conversations I never imagined having with my babies.  Hunter got in the car telling us about demons, not scary at all for immature brains, or mature ones for that matter.  I explained to them that if you are "full" which I explained meant you had Jesus in your heart that a demon could not come into you but if you are empty the demons can come in.  The kids asked several questions then Hunter said like the potty, occupied?  On porta potties there is a switch from vacant to occupied.  We have tried to dull the fear of demonic possession and to comfort them.  Hunter KNOWS beyond a shadow that he prayed and asked Jesus into his heart over 2 years ago (a story that hasn't changed in detail or ferver) and he said well I am occupied.  It was funny because we could read Cooper's mind and he thought I haven't asked Jesus in my heat...truly he is not ready for that right now.  So as I tucked him in tonight and walked out of his room he kept saying "I am occupied, I am occupied..."  I told him you know that Jesus will protect from everything Coop, he will take care of you.  I felt so bad, they will both have scary thoughts of demons tonight.  Pray for sweet peaceful dreams in out house tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-8367889129383234235?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/8367889129383234235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=8367889129383234235' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/8367889129383234235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/8367889129383234235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-vacant-or-occupied.html' title='Are you Vacant or Occupied?'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-2340965526372130334</id><published>2008-03-25T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:25:30.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>We had a really great FAMILY filled spring break visiting Taylor's grandparents, going to my great-grandmothers 100th birthday party, egg hunts, and an Easter beagle (Cali).  Yes I have lost my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R-mzGdnYUAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cpYV_2H8Pfc/s1600-h/P1030498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R-mzGdnYUAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cpYV_2H8Pfc/s320/P1030498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181869769876852738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R-mzHNnYUBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JxQyt20IlPA/s1600-h/P1030510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R-mzHNnYUBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JxQyt20IlPA/s320/P1030510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181869782761754642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R-mzHtnYUCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Wcn1315DPh4/s1600-h/P1030515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R-mzHtnYUCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Wcn1315DPh4/s320/P1030515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181869791351689250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R-mzINnYUDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ISw6ytyIy7o/s1600-h/P1030539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R-mzINnYUDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ISw6ytyIy7o/s320/P1030539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181869799941623858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R-mzIdnYUEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KOpDfm3Nt1A/s1600-h/DSC02849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R-mzIdnYUEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KOpDfm3Nt1A/s320/DSC02849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181869804236591170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-2340965526372130334?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/2340965526372130334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=2340965526372130334' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2340965526372130334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2340965526372130334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R-mzGdnYUAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cpYV_2H8Pfc/s72-c/P1030498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-3093602585104118865</id><published>2008-02-28T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:54:54.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIrls Day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8c7kfSdutI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MZ82x6aML9A/s1600-h/P1030223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8c7kfSdutI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MZ82x6aML9A/s320/P1030223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172168195118578386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8c7k_SduuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PLpPsVxAtLE/s1600-h/P1030224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8c7k_SduuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/PLpPsVxAtLE/s320/P1030224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172168203708512994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for my moms birthday we girls went to lunch and spent the day playing.  Mom loves the topiary right?  Sadly this was when I was on south beach so I didn't enjoy the full greatness of Joe T's.  Ahh aren't you sad for me?  This is from left to right Jennifer, mom, me and Laura.  Maybe I do need girls so we can hang out forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-3093602585104118865?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/3093602585104118865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=3093602585104118865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/3093602585104118865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/3093602585104118865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/02/girls-day-out.html' title='GIrls Day out'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8c7kfSdutI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MZ82x6aML9A/s72-c/P1030223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-1018692708343116274</id><published>2008-02-28T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T21:42:03.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter is 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8jsi6QkazI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XxkgJ7HVoh8/s1600-h/P1030262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8jsi6QkazI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XxkgJ7HVoh8/s320/P1030262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172644256533474098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8c2fvSdupI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VfAAMjjSiho/s1600-h/P1030229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8c2fvSdupI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VfAAMjjSiho/s320/P1030229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172162615956060818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8c2gPSduqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MwK1rd5VUrA/s1600-h/P1030113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8c2gPSduqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MwK1rd5VUrA/s320/P1030113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172162624545995426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8c2gvSdurI/AAAAAAAAAH0/M4DWMO__WuI/s1600-h/P1030072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8c2gvSdurI/AAAAAAAAAH0/M4DWMO__WuI/s320/P1030072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172162633135930034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8c2hfSdusI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EyqCugGrjpE/s1600-h/P1020810_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8c2hfSdusI/AAAAAAAAAH8/EyqCugGrjpE/s320/P1020810_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172162646020831938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, about 8 years ago when I found out I was pregnant I was dumbfounded, we certainly weren't trying to get pregnant and I really thought I didn't want kids.  So, life changed.  I thought, well I will have this baby then finish school and get a fantastic job.  Taylor had a different (better) idea of how things would go.  He really almost insisted I would stay at home and I just said we will see.  I knew that my super cool 21 year old life would change but, just a little right?  Wrong!  9 months and 60 pounds later the most glorious thing happened HUNTER.  The moment, literally the moment the doctor handed him to me, he looked me right in the eye and our souls meshed.  I immediately said I want 14 more of these!  Hunter has had my heart since that moment in a way only a mother could know.  He is an amazing kid, the cutest, smartest, Jesus lovingest, most caring kid in the whole world.  I know that I don't brag on my kids too much, and I should do it more but the truth is that I think my kids are SO PERFECT that I don't want to make you feel bad about yours.  Now the truth is out, yes I am talking to you.  I am not ashamed to tell the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-1018692708343116274?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/1018692708343116274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=1018692708343116274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/1018692708343116274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/1018692708343116274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/02/hunter-is-7.html' title='Hunter is 7'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R8jsi6QkazI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XxkgJ7HVoh8/s72-c/P1030262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-328247295678456289</id><published>2008-02-21T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:12:41.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I am a quitter.  Judge me</title><content type='html'>Well, 11 days into south beach I finally gave up.  I lost no weight, and I was hungry.  I guess different things work for different people.  I will just have to live with my excess weight!  But I am so happy to have real Coke again.  So, as you can tell by reading my blog someone in my family is sick ALL OF THE TIME and it was once again my turn.  I have had a headache and a sore throat for a few days now.  Yesterday when I woke up my throat felt like I had swallowed glass.  I decided I should go to the doctor since Hunter had strep 2 weeks ago.  So the doctor tells me that I have a sinus infection and that they will give me a sterroid shot and some antibiotics.  Great!  So, the doctor sends this BOY like a 19-20 year old BOY in to give me my shot.  The exciting part it had to be in my butt (of course).  So, I flash my stretch marked wrinkled butt to this kid and he gives the shot.  The shot didn't hurt, at first but the BOY must have enjoyed looking at my fat butt and he pushed the meds really slowly, like REALLY slowly.  Then it burned and hurt a lot.  I walked out to pay and I could feel my self about to faint, which I do often enough to know what is coming.  I grabbed a sucker hoping to prevent my self from fainting and went to the car.  I started the car and dialed Taylor's number and passed out.  So, when I come to my car is running, Coop is in the back seat, my sucker is in my lap and the phone is opened in my hand.  I said hello to the phone and Taylor is there saying hello...hello...hello.  I asked him to come get me because I couldn't drive, locked the doors and passed back out.  He woke me up tapping on the car window.  I felt so cool!  About an hour-hour and a half later I was fine and drove me and Coop home.  I am such a wimp!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-328247295678456289?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/328247295678456289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=328247295678456289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/328247295678456289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/328247295678456289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-i-am-quitter-judge-me.html' title='So, I am a quitter.  Judge me'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-5938854306586711966</id><published>2008-02-08T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:23:45.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>South Beach.... Not so Beachy</title><content type='html'>So, Heather has come back to visit from China and she is so skinny.  I knew she was doing the South Beach diet and after gaining about 10 pounds over the last year I thought... I can do the south beach diet.  Heather said she lost 12 pounds in the first 2 weeks.  So, I started South Beach on Tuesday and after 3.5 days with out COKE or Chips and Salsa my weight is up!  I have gained 3 pounds on the DAMN SOUTH BEACH diet.  I am sticking with it, I figure what's 5 more right?  I will let you know if my body stops protesting and gives up the cottage cheese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-5938854306586711966?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/5938854306586711966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=5938854306586711966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/5938854306586711966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/5938854306586711966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/02/south-beach-not-so-beachy.html' title='South Beach.... Not so Beachy'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-752397976863094974</id><published>2008-01-29T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:30:25.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am coming back, watch out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R6ALKQd0HJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vDYZNY6tEcM/s1600-h/P1030200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R6ALKQd0HJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vDYZNY6tEcM/s320/P1030200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161137443813203090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R6ALKwd0HKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XXsJSHmKpyA/s1600-h/P1030202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R6ALKwd0HKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XXsJSHmKpyA/s320/P1030202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161137452403137698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R6ALLgd0HLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/H_iqjttTQE0/s1600-h/P1030209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R6ALLgd0HLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/H_iqjttTQE0/s320/P1030209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161137465288039602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after months of grouchy antisocial behavior I am finally deciding that I can be nice every once and a while.  It seems like all Fall I have been in a funk.  I think this is largely due to the fact that we took our unlovable house off of the market and I had to embrace the fact that I have to live a million miles away from where I consider home.  This was really hard for me because I want to be more social I just feel like I live so far away nobody wants to drive "all the way out here" and so I just got depressed I think.  I had a really refreshing lunch date (you know who you are) last week and it just put me in a good mood, so on that feeling I had some friends over to play Friday night while Taylor went to kill innocent ducks.  Here is a bit of the action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-752397976863094974?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/752397976863094974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=752397976863094974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/752397976863094974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/752397976863094974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-coming-back-watch-out.html' title='I am coming back, watch out!'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/R6ALKQd0HJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vDYZNY6tEcM/s72-c/P1030200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-295120543658319130</id><published>2008-01-05T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:12:07.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1801439850949195658&amp;amp;site=widget-8a.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1801439850949195658&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/p1/1801439850949195658/bb_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1801439850949195658&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/p2/1801439850949195658/bb_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3006366422317722818-295120543658319130?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/295120543658319130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=295120543658319130' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/295120543658319130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/295120543658319130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/01/check-out-my-slide-show_05.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-2861341204222759697</id><published>2008-01-05T20:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:14:19.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do exist</title><content type='html'>I know that you are all sitting in your living rooms across the world thinking...wow, I am so sad that Christa is too lazy to blog.  I know that her life is so thrilling and I need to live vicariously through her.  Well, your wish has been granted.  I am alive, I have just been grouchy and antisocial since...October probably (I think that's a problem), and the funny thing is last time I posted I was coming of this rocking stomach bug and what do you know I am coming off one again.  This one took our family out one by one and now....it Damn sure better be gone!  Since I last posted...&lt;br /&gt;Well there was a lovely Halloween full of batman and Tony Romo...Thanksgiving was full of turkey and turkeys...There were school programs...soccer games...Christmas parties...presents...skiing...freezing....puke...more puke... and now here we are today.  You are now fully updated on our super fantastic lives.  I would love to impart great wisdom or have some great "thing" to tell, I just don't know what it is yet.  I officially promise to try to be a more responsible blogger (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-2861341204222759697?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/2861341204222759697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=2861341204222759697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2861341204222759697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2861341204222759697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-do-exsist.html' title='I do exist'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-499614111659550387</id><published>2007-10-21T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:11:02.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I might be broken!</title><content type='html'>So, every time (not kidding) Taylor goes out of town I get sick.  Maybe it's the anticipation, maybe it's the fact that I am completely addicted to him, maybe it's that I don't sleep when he isn't here... what ever it is, it happens.  Last Wednesday Talor left me for a "business" trip to Maine.  I say "business" because it's the fall in Maine and I saw the freaking pictures.  So, short story long, Friday afternoon I just fell apart.  I got in bed at four o'clock in the afternoon and had Hunter take care of Cooper.  I am ashamed already, but he really is an amazing brother, I listened intently to every detail.  Hunter waited up for Taylor until 11pm.  I have been a heap of tummy bug since Friday and eating hardly anything, and what I did eat was BLAND.  Last night we watched Supersize me, the McDonalds will kill you documentary, and Taylor ate during the entire movie.  Well that movie is backwards because all I could think about all day today is McDonalds and I oddly got crazy insane for food.  So here I sit, sick in pain having just eaten pizza and french fries, who does that?     ... I think I might be broken!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-499614111659550387?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/499614111659550387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=499614111659550387' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/499614111659550387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/499614111659550387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-i-might-be-broken.html' title='I think I might be broken!'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-2278584914969335737</id><published>2007-10-06T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T21:05:04.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day I will post again!</title><content type='html'>So, school started and I forgot to blog.  I get so busy reading up on all of your lives I neglect to update you on mine, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-2278584914969335737?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/2278584914969335737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=2278584914969335737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2278584914969335737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2278584914969335737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-day-i-will-post-again.html' title='One day I will post again!'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-8096257791241942973</id><published>2007-08-27T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:40:09.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>see, he does go out like this!</title><content type='html'>We had a last day of summer celebration today, this really is what Coop wore all over Stonebriar mall and GattiTown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RtOYx4ZofTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rWA0EdAkJnE/s1600-h/P1020527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RtOYx4ZofTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rWA0EdAkJnE/s320/P1020527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103590785461812530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RtOYyIZofUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/djsPbPztM6s/s1600-h/P1020539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RtOYyIZofUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/djsPbPztM6s/s320/P1020539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103590789756779842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RtOYyYZofVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9jjF04q5iAo/s1600-h/P1020582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RtOYyYZofVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9jjF04q5iAo/s320/P1020582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103590794051747154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-8096257791241942973?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/8096257791241942973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=8096257791241942973' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/8096257791241942973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/8096257791241942973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/08/see-he-does-go-out-like-this.html' title='see, he does go out like this!'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RtOYx4ZofTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rWA0EdAkJnE/s72-c/P1020527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-3617944086252244943</id><published>2007-08-26T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:20:59.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>As many of you know we want to "relocate" and have had our house on the market for about a year.  I have said a thousand times that when school starts the house is off the market, I am done messing with it.  Well, that day is approaching quickly and of course a showing was scheduled 30 minutes before they wanted to come today.  I am a pretty (ocd) neat/clean person so this is not a big deal, we stuffed the clean laundry in the washing machine, did the floors and wiped down the bathrooms.  I baked cup cakes, and ran through the house spraying this delicious pear air freshener.  I love that smell.  We left and went to a movie.  When we returned home 5 hours later I opened the door and breathed deeply to see if the smell of the yummy pear lingered.  I looked at Taylor and said "It smells like a pear turd in here."  I was annoyed by that.  A little while passed and Taylor said, that pear stuff smells funky, what is it?  Well, I went to go tee tee in the boys bathroom.  I opened the lid to the toilet and there in the toilet was a giant turd and about an entire roll of toilet paper.  I called to the kids to see what they knew and one of them confessed to doing this and closing the potty to hide it.  I could absolutely die of embarrassment!  So, for those of you who prayed for my house to sell, I think it will take some divine intervention to have that happen this year.  I only share this because I know that all of you take such pleasure in the suffering of others (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-3617944086252244943?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/3617944086252244943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=3617944086252244943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/3617944086252244943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/3617944086252244943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-2493625558842585889</id><published>2007-08-26T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:09:02.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be a better mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RtJNqIZofRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VTA6UIDmHUA/s1600-h/P1020519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RtJNqIZofRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VTA6UIDmHUA/s320/P1020519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103226713969032466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RtJNqoZofSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tIWsBNLlzpM/s1600-h/P1020520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RtJNqoZofSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tIWsBNLlzpM/s320/P1020520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103226722558967074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a recent revelation, one that I am sad to admit.  I have dressed, deciplined and trained my children in a certain way because I feel like they are a reflection of me.  I don't know if this is something that is normal when you are a mom or something we define ourselves as but it made me really sad when I suddenly realized it.  I find myself wanting my kids to look perfect, be the smartest, most athletic, bestest kids in the whole world because of the way it makes me look.  I was so sad when I realized this because it came out of Hunter seeking my approval and his dads approval of his appearance, something I could tell he wanted to do but didn't. I was sad because I knew in that moment that I had made him insecure with his choices and his decisions.  I am working really hard not to micro manage his wardrobe choices now, I do still pick out all of the clothes in the store but how he chooses to put them together is up to him!   If you know Coop you know that he is very confident in himself and his choices.  Every day he dresses himself, puts his bat-cape on and tells me how good he looks, even when NOTHING matches and I tell him nothing matches, he tells me he looks good.  I love this about him!  We bought black fingernail polish and painted his toes and fingers, he then wore flip flops so everyone could see how good they look.  Now the great part about this is that even though it is not the "norm" for guys to do this, Taylor told him it was cool too.  I really want to let them reflect who they are, not who I am!  Now, I am a work in progress so I do still try to manage.  Last week when I went to the dentist I laid out clothes for Coop to put on in an effort to make him match and be cute.  What he did with what I laid out was a test, and I passed.  This is how Cooper wore his shirt all day, in public, with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-2493625558842585889?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/2493625558842585889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=2493625558842585889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2493625558842585889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2493625558842585889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/08/trying-to-be-better-mommy.html' title='Trying to be a better mommy!'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RtJNqIZofRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VTA6UIDmHUA/s72-c/P1020519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-5461012562801491772</id><published>2007-08-11T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:15:18.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm it</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by the lovely, UBER cool LC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Post the rules&lt;br /&gt;2. List 8 random facts or habits about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are tagged, then you must Post the rules and list 8 random facts or habits about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. After you post, tag 8 people and let them know they must read your blog for the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I did study abroad in Spain when I was 20 and I have wanted to move there since then.  It was fantastic.  I also have a minor in Spanish, but I don't like to speak Spanish, only listen.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Before the moment I saw Hunter, I never wanted to have kids.  After I looked at his beautiful face I wanted 14!&lt;br /&gt;3.  I wash my face 2 times, like the first time didn't get it clean enough.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I hate to call people to do stuff, but I always want other people to call me to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I laugh hysterically when I get hurt, it's actually freaky.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I can not physically force myself to go over 4 miles faster than the speed limit.  5 miles over and I start to panic.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I have all the irrational fears Keri has plus more that I am sure to discover!  (like getting a speeding ticket)&lt;br /&gt;8.  I played tennis in middle and high school and for a minute in college.  I am not a competitive person so college sports...             &lt;br /&gt;     not  for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-5461012562801491772?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/5461012562801491772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=5461012562801491772' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/5461012562801491772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/5461012562801491772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/08/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m it'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-196554109710489478</id><published>2007-08-09T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:49:04.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That was one FAST turtle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RrvuOLEdqVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rgmraQkqnBs/s1600-h/P1020481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RrvuOLEdqVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rgmraQkqnBs/s320/P1020481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096929330556938578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-196554109710489478?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/196554109710489478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=196554109710489478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/196554109710489478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/196554109710489478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/08/that-was-one-fast-turtle.html' title='That was one FAST turtle!'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RrvuOLEdqVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rgmraQkqnBs/s72-c/P1020481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-2882697110800749502</id><published>2007-08-09T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:47:31.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RrvtkbEdqUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bRVrGhmd6RU/s1600-h/P1020450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RrvtkbEdqUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bRVrGhmd6RU/s320/P1020450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096928613297400130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FREAKING LOVE MY HUSBAND!  Taylor and I have gotten to have 2 short trips alone this summer and it has been awesome.  Our moms have both taken the boys for a few days so Taylor and I could make a quick get away.  I am a complete Quality time person so I am happy as a lark! We went to Las Vegas last weekend with our lovely, sweet, fun friends Robbie and Jordan.  It was so great just to play around and enjoy adult conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-2882697110800749502?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/2882697110800749502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=2882697110800749502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2882697110800749502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2882697110800749502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-freaking-love-my-husband-taylor-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RrvtkbEdqUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bRVrGhmd6RU/s72-c/P1020450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-926770433241898546</id><published>2007-08-06T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:42:49.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole this from Stephanie, Shout out MHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=9948966"&gt;Flow Mo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=9948966&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=9948966&amp;title=Flow Mo"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt; More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-926770433241898546?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/926770433241898546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=926770433241898546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/926770433241898546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/926770433241898546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-stole-this-from-stephanie-shout-out.html' title='I stole this from Stephanie, Shout out MHS'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-9220910979142620771</id><published>2007-07-27T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:33:10.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do exist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RqpkGLEdqOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/o6CvsfvVXas/s1600-h/P1020166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RqpkGLEdqOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/o6CvsfvVXas/s320/P1020166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091992385909270754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RqpkGrEdqPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qJvqPRn1teQ/s1600-h/Cousin%27s+Camp+148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RqpkGrEdqPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qJvqPRn1teQ/s320/Cousin%27s+Camp+148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091992394499205362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RqpkHLEdqQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/andzQNhGgtI/s1600-h/Cousin%27s+Camp+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RqpkHLEdqQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/andzQNhGgtI/s320/Cousin%27s+Camp+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091992403089139970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RqpkH7EdqRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ipufIOHA94I/s1600-h/P1020237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RqpkH7EdqRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ipufIOHA94I/s320/P1020237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091992415974041874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RqpkIbEdqSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wsdJlhxrOZo/s1600-h/DSC02239+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RqpkIbEdqSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wsdJlhxrOZo/s320/DSC02239+042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091992424563976482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you can realte to me, I know for a fact others of you certainly can not.  I take a thousand pictures, my friends and family are adorable.  As I go back through my endless photo albums I wonder if I am a figment of my own imagination.  I do not exist in pictures for a number of reasons.  First of all I am usually holding the camera and I don't have that desire to turn it around and snap one of myself with outstretched arms.  Second reason is that when people do try to take my picture I say no don't I look bad and scurry away.  When we went to Colorado my mother in law, who takes 25x more pictures than I do, confirmed my existance (thank you Kathy).  So this is my shout out to me, and my non-photogenicness (I like to make up words, shut up).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-9220910979142620771?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/9220910979142620771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=9220910979142620771' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/9220910979142620771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/9220910979142620771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-do-exist.html' title='I do exist'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RqpkGLEdqOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/o6CvsfvVXas/s72-c/P1020166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-6157022427987560836</id><published>2007-07-12T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:42:55.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Step up the spell check already</title><content type='html'>Aye hav just red mi blog and aye kant spel at al.  I uze the spel chek and it is not gud enuf for mee.  Blogtopia kneeds to step up the spel chek so mi dumnes is not so obvos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-6157022427987560836?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/6157022427987560836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=6157022427987560836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/6157022427987560836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/6157022427987560836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/07/step-up-spell-check-already.html' title='Step up the spell check already'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-2874354776285275827</id><published>2007-07-11T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:26:27.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The all American Boy Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RpVWXJCT3fI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YMNqTIcYZYE/s1600-h/P1020186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RpVWXJCT3fI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YMNqTIcYZYE/s320/P1020186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086066309747432946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RpVWXpCT3gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SJw03VqOFq0/s1600-h/P1020216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RpVWXpCT3gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SJw03VqOFq0/s320/P1020216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086066318337367554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RpVWYJCT3hI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3fN6FITAxDA/s1600-h/P1020121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RpVWYJCT3hI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3fN6FITAxDA/s320/P1020121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086066326927302162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RpVWYZCT3iI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WuoR4x0MoqU/s1600-h/P1020126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RpVWYZCT3iI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WuoR4x0MoqU/s320/P1020126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086066331222269474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RpVWY5CT3jI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GBQ0m9IZrQc/s1600-h/P1020129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RpVWY5CT3jI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GBQ0m9IZrQc/s320/P1020129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086066339812204082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just spent 8-12 days in the beautiful San Juan mountains having an all boy vacation, are you so jealous?  We just had a great time playing and getting dirty and just enjoying the beauty of creation that is sometimes hard to find in the concrete metropolis we live in.  Our days were filled with hiking, fishing, four wheeling, rafting, parades, and camp fires.  If you get the chance to take a vacation with your children where you can truly spend time with them and just enjoy life together I highly suggest it.  We often rush for amusement parks, movies and other organized activities and just miss the beauty of nature and the excitement that our children find in it.  Creativity abounds where technology can't!  I don't know that the boys ever wanted to come home (Taylor included).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-2874354776285275827?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/2874354776285275827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=2874354776285275827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2874354776285275827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2874354776285275827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-american-boy-vacation.html' title='The all American Boy Vacation!'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RpVWXJCT3fI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YMNqTIcYZYE/s72-c/P1020186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-6387177774074267192</id><published>2007-06-27T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:36:22.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In this  picture you will find a worm that is longer than my nine inch foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RoK3bpCT3aI/AAAAAAAAADs/B7J39KHdHVU/s1600-h/P1020105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RoK3bpCT3aI/AAAAAAAAADs/B7J39KHdHVU/s400/P1020105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080825015127236002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me inside a giant alligator bounce house, holding up a scuba diver's legs (he didn't make it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RoK3cJCT3bI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jAqgVC0g7wk/s1600-h/P1010953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RoK3cJCT3bI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jAqgVC0g7wk/s400/P1010953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080825023717170610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is my fanny pack, and it is HOTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RoK3cZCT3cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NXFRTgQpP48/s1600-h/P1020107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RoK3cZCT3cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NXFRTgQpP48/s400/P1020107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080825028012137922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into the back window, you will find the naked booty of someone at the nudie 5k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RoK3c5CT3dI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B4MLvhWmaAI/s1600-h/P1010450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RoK3c5CT3dI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B4MLvhWmaAI/s400/P1010450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080825036602072530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I hanging in my mother in laws closet during a Tornado warning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RoK3dJCT3eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v7Y_we9VQVg/s1600-h/P1010567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RoK3dJCT3eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v7Y_we9VQVg/s400/P1010567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080825040897039842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have this super fun, super honest friend.  I really treasure honesty in people because it seems we are all so busy being nice that we are never honest.  I understand that I often say more than I should but so many people just leave the truth out of all conversations.  (off the soap box) This friend told me that I only hang out with the popular people, what the heck does that mean?  I first of all don't really hang out with anyone, and if it's only the popular people you need to know, you are loosing cool points by hanging out with me.  I wanted to give you a list of all the dorky things I do so that you can see me clearly and not through your rose colored lenses.  (This might be hard for some of you to read, I am sorry to shatter the image)&lt;br /&gt;1. I am making a list of all the dorky things I do.&lt;br /&gt;2. I pee my pants when I am tickled&lt;br /&gt;3. I sleep in my retainers&lt;br /&gt;4. I like to show my kids up on the trampoline&lt;br /&gt;5. I took my kids to the pool and sat there doing needle point the whole time, and liked it.&lt;br /&gt;6. I run with a fanny pack&lt;br /&gt;7. I asked my friend to take a picture of the fanny pack as evidence&lt;br /&gt;8. I am too chicken to watch previews of scary movies&lt;br /&gt;9. I obsess about cleanliness, not yours&lt;br /&gt;10. I like to play scrabble (especially with my dyslexic husband)&lt;br /&gt;11. I love paddle boats&lt;br /&gt;12. I would rather have a coke than dinner (no I don't skip dinner, I would just choose the coke over dinner)&lt;br /&gt;13. I have multiple photos of  myself mooning in famous places&lt;br /&gt;14. I run races at nudist colonies with all my clothes on&lt;br /&gt;15. I laugh really loudly at my own jokes but no one else does&lt;br /&gt;16. I am the funniest person I know&lt;br /&gt;17. I love ketsup on steak, but I make Taylor ask for it&lt;br /&gt;18. My favorite resturant is Gattitown&lt;br /&gt;19. I know my foot is 9 inches long&lt;br /&gt;20. Me and the kids hide in the closet every time there is a tornado warning (while Taylor makes fun of me from the other room)&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is sufficient proof that I am a big dork!  Hope you are a big dork too, but I doubt it.  I only hang out with cool people after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-6387177774074267192?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/6387177774074267192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=6387177774074267192' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/6387177774074267192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/6387177774074267192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-i-have-this-super-fun-super-honest.html' title=''/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RoK3bpCT3aI/AAAAAAAAADs/B7J39KHdHVU/s72-c/P1020105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-6612522949569253490</id><published>2007-06-11T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:59:33.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Embarrassing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/Rm3Q2YLyWnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7C1tHUlsXWw/s1600-h/P1010846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/Rm3Q2YLyWnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7C1tHUlsXWw/s400/P1010846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074941987739818610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were out running around, as we do and we saw this guy.  We were walking into Target to pick up the 500th perscription this month and this guy was standing in the parking lot, the sign says "I stole $ from my family".  Sometimes revenge is sweet!  I wonder what it is I have done to someone else that they would like for me to stand in the parking lot with a sign proclaming my misconduct.  What would your sign say?&lt;br /&gt;PS:Notice he is standing right next to a brand new Tahoe.  Good thief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-6612522949569253490?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/6612522949569253490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=6612522949569253490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/6612522949569253490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/6612522949569253490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/06/holy-embarrassing.html' title='Holy Embarrassing!'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/Rm3Q2YLyWnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7C1tHUlsXWw/s72-c/P1010846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-2996925778046438561</id><published>2007-05-24T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:37:05.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RlZZ2XG3jZI/AAAAAAAAACk/QN-guJCZHUw/s1600-h/P1010760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RlZZ2XG3jZI/AAAAAAAAACk/QN-guJCZHUw/s320/P1010760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068337221102701970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want all of you to know that Adam and Tarrah Lancaster are the coolest people I know!  After Cooper broke his arm on Friday I told him that he could have a batman cast (he loves batman more than he loves chocolate).  I am a good enough artist that I could make this happen but I talked to Tarrah and we nominated Adam to do it.  So they were so sweet to let us crash them before their dinner company and Adam painted the cast with a perfect bat symbol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-2996925778046438561?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/2996925778046438561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=2996925778046438561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2996925778046438561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/2996925778046438561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-want-all-of-you-to-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RlZZ2XG3jZI/AAAAAAAAACk/QN-guJCZHUw/s72-c/P1010760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-6548272573344506423</id><published>2007-05-21T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:07:48.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you do this weekend?</title><content type='html'>Today we had our first experience with stiches, I don't suggest trying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RlJPOXG3jTI/AAAAAAAAABs/oMCNjg95wNo/s1600-h/P1010742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RlJPOXG3jTI/AAAAAAAAABs/oMCNjg95wNo/s320/P1010742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067199638884814130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Cooper fell and broke his tiny little arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RlJPPHG3jUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/b2EKIl2WwqM/s1600-h/P1010746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RlJPPHG3jUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/b2EKIl2WwqM/s320/P1010746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067199651769716034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter totally rocked the talent show at school with a rousing hula-hoop performanc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RlJPQHG3jVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2MTNBdmfaRE/s1600-h/P1010734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RlJPQHG3jVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2MTNBdmfaRE/s320/P1010734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067199668949585234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 3 soccer games this Saturday, and it was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RlJPQXG3jWI/AAAAAAAAACE/z0pDwC5_x0w/s1600-h/P1010741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RlJPQXG3jWI/AAAAAAAAACE/z0pDwC5_x0w/s320/P1010741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067199673244552546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-6548272573344506423?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/6548272573344506423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=6548272573344506423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/6548272573344506423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/6548272573344506423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-did-you-do-this-weekend.html' title='What did you do this weekend?'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RlJPOXG3jTI/AAAAAAAAABs/oMCNjg95wNo/s72-c/P1010742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-8923363178842476989</id><published>2007-05-01T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:02:51.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World's toughest boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/Rje454JbKeI/AAAAAAAAABk/RImCBs0FLbg/s1600-h/P1010521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/Rje454JbKeI/AAAAAAAAABk/RImCBs0FLbg/s320/P1010521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059716010838010338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were driving down the road chatting it up.  Hunter tells me about running into a girl at school and I notice that his loose tooth is even looser.  I told him, "that tooth is just dangling, pull it."  Hunter gives a tiny, not so serious tug and says "it won't come out."  Hunter is always a bit more "tender" than your average boy, so  I told him, "no grab and pull it"  He grabbed the tooth and pulled it right out.  He was shocked, he looked at me and said "it came out."   He was so cute, and is now the proudest boy in the whole world.  We have bragged to no end how tough he is, maybe it will encourage future toughness.  I hope so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-8923363178842476989?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/8923363178842476989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=8923363178842476989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/8923363178842476989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/8923363178842476989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/05/worlds-toughest-boy.html' title='World&apos;s toughest boy!'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/Rje454JbKeI/AAAAAAAAABk/RImCBs0FLbg/s72-c/P1010521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-7399454077052984326</id><published>2007-04-26T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:33:54.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RjFg_IJbKdI/AAAAAAAAABc/dKDxcY4Box8/s1600-h/P1010308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RjFg_IJbKdI/AAAAAAAAABc/dKDxcY4Box8/s320/P1010308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057930494148815314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a small town called Pampa, no it's not in Florida.  Every year the high school band brought in a carnival as a fund raiser.  I LOVED the carnival so much.  My dad was one of those guys who loved to play the games and wanted to try all the treats.  Well now I love rides, I love corn dogs and cotton candy, I can hardly pass a funnel cake with out actually drooling, and I not so secretly want Taylor to win me the BIG stuffed animal.   I love fairs, carnivals and theme parks.  I try to drag the fam to every function for a hundred miles.  Maybe there is some sort of nostalgia a sense of home, maybe the deep fried every thing really is that good.   We went to the Main street art festival this weekend and it was okay.  I learned that art is really expensive and corn dogs ROCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-7399454077052984326?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/7399454077052984326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=7399454077052984326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/7399454077052984326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/7399454077052984326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-grew-up-in-small-town-called-pampa-no.html' title=''/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RjFg_IJbKdI/AAAAAAAAABc/dKDxcY4Box8/s72-c/P1010308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-1257261747130997848</id><published>2007-04-19T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T15:51:40.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the innies can't do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/Rifyddf6riI/AAAAAAAAABM/yOGPUpp_qiA/s1600-h/P1010051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/Rifyddf6riI/AAAAAAAAABM/yOGPUpp_qiA/s320/P1010051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055275694695296546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-1257261747130997848?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/1257261747130997848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=1257261747130997848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/1257261747130997848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/1257261747130997848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-innies-cant-do.html' title='What the innies can&apos;t do'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/Rifyddf6riI/AAAAAAAAABM/yOGPUpp_qiA/s72-c/P1010051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-1510590086537811627</id><published>2007-04-19T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T15:50:19.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RifyIdf6rhI/AAAAAAAAABE/PiF3dLlxcKI/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RifyIdf6rhI/AAAAAAAAABE/PiF3dLlxcKI/s320/P1010050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055275333918043666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, bless her heart tried to make me girlie and lady like.  You all know that didn't really work (despite her BEST efforts.)  The good news is Maggie Water tower, Taylors one true love is however lady like.  She never sits down without crossing her legs first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-1510590086537811627?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/1510590086537811627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=1510590086537811627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/1510590086537811627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/1510590086537811627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-mom-bless-her-heart-tried-to-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RifyIdf6rhI/AAAAAAAAABE/PiF3dLlxcKI/s72-c/P1010050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-4701875596873688824</id><published>2007-04-13T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:03:10.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How committed to your addictions are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RiOPkGyakhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ukPTt9FRaNs/s1600-h/P1000988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RiOPkGyakhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ukPTt9FRaNs/s320/P1000988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054041057299960338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RiOPkmyakiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UaTiyO7iv60/s1600-h/P1000968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RiOPkmyakiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UaTiyO7iv60/s320/P1000968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054041065889894946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper, our super spunky 3 year old is full on addicted to chocolate.  I venture to say he could shame chocoholics everywhere.  On halloween we went to a church carnival.  There were dozens of games to play and candy was the prize for each one.  As we progressed from game to game Hunter collected some serious loot.  Cooper on the other hand would play the game, examine the candy and anything not chocolate he would wave his hand at and say "no thank you."  Those workers had no idea why he refused their candy.  Fast forward to Easter.  We had 4 egg hunts this weekend and Cooper opened each egg, removed the candy, ate all the chocolate and gave away all the non-chocolate candy.  Imagine his disappointment when Hunter found the Wonka golden egg.  This was a giant gold foil wrapped chocolate egg.  Hunter quickly opened the egg, bit a hole in the top and dumped out the fantastic prize of 4 sweet tarts inside.  Over it, he gave his drooling brother the giant egg.  Cooper took a giant bite out of the egg.  He eats the bite and looks at the egg confused and says "How can this be yucky?"  I guess he has also become a chocolate snob!  He put the egg down and went back to eating cadbury eggs whole!  Do they have a group in CR for chocoholics?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-4701875596873688824?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/4701875596873688824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=4701875596873688824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/4701875596873688824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/4701875596873688824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-committed-to-your-addictions-are.html' title='How committed to your addictions are you?'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RiOPkGyakhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ukPTt9FRaNs/s72-c/P1000988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006366422317722818.post-6739461060843283902</id><published>2007-03-28T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:31:27.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be like Stephanie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RgqjhwIKEaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yu8HAM7_m8o/s1600-h/P1000395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RgqjhwIKEaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yu8HAM7_m8o/s320/P1000395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047026132672188834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my favorite imaginary friend Stephanie always has this fun "blog" thing with cute stories and pictures on it.  I am a brat and want to make ugly comments on her site, problem is you have to make one to comment on one.  So I am an old lady blogger (also young and hot on my-space).  I am computer illiterate so be nice!&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove she is not imaginary, here is photo documentation!  She's the one on the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006366422317722818-6739461060843283902?l=masonmaddness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/feeds/6739461060843283902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006366422317722818&amp;postID=6739461060843283902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/6739461060843283902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006366422317722818/posts/default/6739461060843283902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masonmaddness.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-wanna-be-like-stephanie.html' title='I wanna be like Stephanie!'/><author><name>christa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07240719334409083856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/SZuAwZsyjEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mq6LIqCV4NY/S220/P1030674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5TKsuU7J5LU/RgqjhwIKEaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Yu8HAM7_m8o/s72-c/P1000395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
