<?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-3563882172857810168</id><updated>2011-09-26T17:04:35.148-05:00</updated><category term='State Fair'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='Anniversaries'/><category term='meals'/><category term='Chickfila'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Carson'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Olivia'/><category term='MDO'/><category term='Jess&apos;s wedding'/><title type='text'>The St. John's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-1748040841714300174</id><published>2011-09-26T16:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:04:35.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My brothers 30th bday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Saturday night my SIL, Tiffany hosted what was supposed to be a surprise 30th bday party for my brother. She ended up telling him about it ahead of time because he had told her he didn't want to hang out with anyone this weekend since he had to work so much. He was still fine with having it and I'm glad because it was nice and perfect. She made fajitas and ordered hot sauce, guacamole, rice, and beans from On The Border. It was so delicious she even let me bring him left overs! : ) We left Carson with Lolly and Pops and just brought Olivia since she pretty much just sleeps anyway. She got lots of love by grandmas, grandpas, aunts, and uncles.


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&lt;div align="center"&gt;dad, step mom, Laurie, Autumn, brother Kain, his wife Brooke, brother Dustin, his wife Tiffany, me, Ryan, and Olivia&lt;/div&gt;
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Thanks for having us over Tiff, we had a good time!


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&lt;div&gt;This is my little Olivia Reese. She's beautiful and perfect. This picture is a bit old now, but one of my favorites. She still likes to eat, sleep, and poop. She does stay awake some but I'm pretty certain she's a little lazy. She loves for me to hold her. I'm thinking Olivia is a mommys girl. I love that she is because we all know Carson is all boy and all about daddy. Olivia has been a great baby. The only real difference between her and Carson at this age is Carson was a better sleeper. She's been sleeping through the night since she was 3 weeks, but I was able to feed him and just put him to bed and he'd fall asleep without a sound. Olivia on the other hand is not as easy. I feed her, put her to bed then after about 10 minutes she wants her paci and I have to hold her hand for a few minutes then she's finally out. Carson was also sleeping in his crib at 6 weeks. Olivia wants nothing to do with her crib. I'll lay her in while I'm cleaning her room and she's fine. If I put her in it while she's already sleeping she'll only stay there for about 30 minutes max. I don't mind it that much because she's my last little baby, but I am ready to have my room back to just me and Ryan again. Soon enough she'll get over it or she'll have to start crying it out. For the mean time it's no big deal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656788662395219794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlpqDS7Eu3Y/ToDzUUeGL1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/eCQ0y2Nt2uo/s320/coll.jpg" /&gt;
P.S. Carson has been such a great big brother! He loves to help me. I think 3 years is such a perfect age difference!

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This will be lil' Miss St. John's bedding. All I have to do is go find the fabric. I can't wait!!! Next part is naming her. I'm not one of those people who can wait until last minute to name their children. I had Carson's name picked out pretty much right after we found out what we were having. Girl names are a different story, everything is just so trendy.
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&lt;div&gt;Although, I still don't know what I'm having for another 5 1/2 days it's driving me crazy that Ryan and I can't agree on a girl name. We had this problem when I was pregnant with Carson and it turned out to be a boy. Maybe this time will be the same, who knows?? I really love the name Taytum for a girl, we'll see if I win this battle or not. If it's a boy it's for sure Cash. I am so hooked on that name, it's a plus that Carson can say it, too!&lt;/div&gt;
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&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/3563882172857810168-2053497253767449347?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/2053497253767449347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-names.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/2053497253767449347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/2053497253767449347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-names.html' title='Baby names'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6W58BQhw80/TWWrR3ZXA4I/AAAAAAAAArg/nVSt0ucCGa8/s72-c/male-and-female-signs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-5656475853990643637</id><published>2011-02-05T23:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:25:04.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband saves the day (night)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TU4vmQ13esI/AAAAAAAAAog/HL50xHHbb2s/s1600/179813_1830867172473_1264178266_2150601_6063886_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570442123506318018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TU4vmQ13esI/AAAAAAAAAog/HL50xHHbb2s/s320/179813_1830867172473_1264178266_2150601_6063886_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first night I decide to get out in my car after this gross weather I get a flat tire on my way home.  I've never had a flat tire or a wreck so it was kind of scary. My car started just pulling to the right and being real jerky I was coming up on a gas station in perfect timing. Luckily Carson was at home with Ryan. It could have been worse, I was worried I was riding the rim that could have been a expensive disaster and with these dr bills for the baby it's the last thing we need. Ryan came to my rescue with his trailer, loaded it up, brought it home, and aired it back up. The air compressor at the gas station wasn't any good it wouldn't air it even a little. I was worried I was going to be stuck at home AGAIN.. I would not be a happy person if that were the case. I am a on the go gal for sure!
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-5656475853990643637?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/5656475853990643637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2011/02/husband-saves-day-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/5656475853990643637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/5656475853990643637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2011/02/husband-saves-day-night.html' title='Husband saves the day (night)'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TU4vmQ13esI/AAAAAAAAAog/HL50xHHbb2s/s72-c/179813_1830867172473_1264178266_2150601_6063886_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-5151375017172814580</id><published>2011-02-02T10:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T10:53:44.958-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversaries'/><title type='text'>3 year anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TUmLBPBjruI/AAAAAAAAAoY/gjc1bIl96Pk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569135267549523682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TUmLBPBjruI/AAAAAAAAAoY/gjc1bIl96Pk/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Anniversary to us! I can't believe it's already been three years since I married my best friend! I couldn't ask for a better husband or daddy to Carson and our future little one coming in July!! Due to this cold weather (I ABSOLUTELY HATE) we'll be rescheduling our date. Instead we'll be lazy and watch movies. Possibly cook dinner together, but I much rather order in so I don't have to clean the kitchen. : )


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-5151375017172814580?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/5151375017172814580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-year-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/5151375017172814580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/5151375017172814580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-year-anniversary.html' title='3 year anniversary'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TUmLBPBjruI/AAAAAAAAAoY/gjc1bIl96Pk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-4055052783001652358</id><published>2010-12-19T19:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:21:55.182-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><title type='text'>I'm a big kid now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TQ6uwTwXWGI/AAAAAAAAAoI/3__w36i_Hu4/s1600/My%2BPics%2B615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552567535554484322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TQ6uwTwXWGI/AAAAAAAAAoI/3__w36i_Hu4/s320/My%2BPics%2B615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No more pull ups or diapers. I'm so proud. Carson officially pooped in the potty on his own today. I can now feel comfortable to say he is potty trained. He has been going pee pee on his own for a couple of weeks I was just waiting on him to poop, and he did! This is an old picture, but I was too lazy to try and get him to smile for me. I wish I could say that I'm excited to save money on diapers, but those diaper buying days aren't over yet. I'm already stocking up for the next one. I'm just glad I won't have two in diapers at the same time!
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As I was ordering my meal the manager came over and said my order was on chickfila, because I come in so often. I was so excited! Can't beat a free meal!!  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-7612442213584874582?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/7612442213584874582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/11/loyal-customer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7612442213584874582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7612442213584874582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/11/loyal-customer.html' title='Loyal customer'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TM8gHwMdnOI/AAAAAAAAAoA/27iCK5G8NGM/s72-c/Chick-fil-A-script-red-sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-6581982464981614600</id><published>2010-09-29T22:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:53:20.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Smores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TKQF09Wo8oI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VGFgYi1Vmrg/s1600/frozen-chocolate_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522545450443928194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TKQF09Wo8oI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VGFgYi1Vmrg/s320/frozen-chocolate_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture above would be frozen smores. I guess they are called this because the cream you use to make them consists of marshmellows, and it's chocolate between two graham crackers. Personally it tastes nothing like a smore. I don't like smores, but I like these. I'm not even much of a chocolate eater, and I still like these. They must be good. My mom called me today and asked if I would make a dessert for a family dinner we have on Friday. I said sure, and started going through recipes for something new to bring. They are very simple and there isn't much for ingredients. They sure are messy to eat though, won't be feeding this to my 2 year old! Sorry, Carson.
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frozen Smores:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 cup whole milk                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 marshmellows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 ounces semisweet chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 cups heavy cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 graham crackers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Line casserole pan with foil, leave edges of foil hanging over the sides. Heat milk and marshmellows in a large sauce pan over low heat, stirring often, until smooth. Remove from heat and add chocolate, stir until melted and smooth. Refrigerate for 20 minutes. In a large bowl, with an electric mixer beat cream until forming stiff peaks. Fold the cream into the chilled chocolate mixture, mixing until you none of the white is showing. Spoon into the prepared dish. Tap the dish on the counter to remove air bubbles. Freeze covered until set. About 3 hours. Holding both sides of the foil transfer the frozen block onto a cutting board. Cut into 24 squares. Break the graham crackers in half and place the frozen chocolate block in between crackers. Place sandwiches on a platter, cover, and put back in freezer until ready to serve. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-6581982464981614600?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/6581982464981614600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/09/frozen-smores.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/6581982464981614600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/6581982464981614600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/09/frozen-smores.html' title='Frozen Smores'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TKQF09Wo8oI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VGFgYi1Vmrg/s72-c/frozen-chocolate_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-3412056661870664100</id><published>2010-09-24T14:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:34:55.702-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='State Fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'>state fair of TX</title><content type='html'>The state fair of TX opened today. I am so excited. I go every year, I have a feeling this year will be more expensive. Carson is big enough to ride kiddie rides now, and once he sees them he will start going crazy to ride them. He gets excited to ride those ride on horses at wal mart.. I'm a mean mom and don't let him get on them though. If I were to give into those going grocery shopping would turn into a nightmare. Anyway, back on topic. I love the state fair mostly for the food, who doesn't? I am boring and rarely ever try any of the new things they have to offer. I stick with the fletchers corny dogs. I don't know what it is about those corny dogs. I also love all the tents with the crafts, it's like a mini Canton. Is there anyone else who loves the state fair just as much as me? What do you love about the fair?

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&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I finally have Carson's costume narrowed down to two.I am pretty set on the hobo one, I just dont' know if it's appropriate for a two year old. I love the Elvis one too I am just not sure if Carson will keep a wig on. I have had the hardest time choosing a costume this year because last years is so hard to beat. He just looked adorable. I know I probably put way to much thought into this, but this will be my last year I get to choose his costume. Next year he will probably want to be batman, spiderman, or hulk. I am really not into characters. I also want him to win first place in the costume contest again. I know it's shallow, but I always got first place in the contests I was in so I want to keep the tradition going. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-4929316976964952158?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/4929316976964952158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/09/hobo-or-elvis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/4929316976964952158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/4929316976964952158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/09/hobo-or-elvis.html' title='Hobo or Elvis?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TJpK0n_koPI/AAAAAAAAAno/uLqww7_9Sz0/s72-c/R885556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-2778547386673481011</id><published>2010-09-14T15:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:50:45.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TI_fvWgfojI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eEAOIKwg3gk/s1600/My+Pics+440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516874073140863538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TI_fvWgfojI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eEAOIKwg3gk/s320/My+Pics+440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday to my goofy husband. I love you, and wish you many more birthdays. (I know it's a bad picture, I took it on my phone.)
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Carson's 2 yr old picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509530612183024434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/THXI5qpPQzI/AAAAAAAAAmI/hLMzbVeZ5Ww/s320/Carson+2yr+048.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Carson and pops late May early June&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509529795124136754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/THXIKG3OCzI/AAAAAAAAAmA/zdQuaPBlcrw/s320/My+Pics+691.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Carson Family pictures in May&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509529235098995938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/THXHpgm0jOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/BB5UPVW7aMY/s320/My+Pics+508.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt; Carson in February&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509528869498544882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/THXHUOo4YvI/AAAAAAAAAlw/oBa-NmSwQAM/s320/My+Pics+471.jpg" /&gt;

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&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-8548401522590210198?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/8548401522590210198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-how-how-time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/8548401522590210198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/8548401522590210198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-how-how-time-flies.html' title='Oh! How how time flies!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/THXI5qpPQzI/AAAAAAAAAmI/hLMzbVeZ5Ww/s72-c/Carson+2yr+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-1093889302759610860</id><published>2010-08-19T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:52:40.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jess&apos;s wedding'/><title type='text'>Long time, no post...</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much to say. I am pretty sure nobody reads this thing anyway. I am home alone enjoying the peace and quiet, so I figured what the heck. I will blog.


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This is a picture of Jess and I at her shower I hosted. She is getting married in exactly 30 days. I can't wait. It seems like it has been forever since she got engaged!!! I am honored to be apart of her bridal party. We have been friends since high school. Although it took her a couple of years to like me. She likes to remind me how she used to hate me because I hung around cheerleaders. HA! She also likes to remind me everytime she sees me how fat I was when I was pregnant. I guess these are two reasons why I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-1093889302759610860?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/1093889302759610860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-time-no-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/1093889302759610860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/1093889302759610860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time, no post...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TG3B7AiBIWI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3P2otv6mhts/s72-c/My+Pics+451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-6218322628857541022</id><published>2010-06-29T12:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:12:54.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson's new luggage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TCoosN2BoYI/AAAAAAAAAlY/r-XvQiyUUzE/s1600/41em6LysEmL__AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488243835999986050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TCoosN2BoYI/AAAAAAAAAlY/r-XvQiyUUzE/s320/41em6LysEmL__AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This is Carson's new luggage for our trip to Arkansas. I have been looking for a cute duffle bag and just couldn't find any I really cared for. Katy showed me these off of another blog I looked them up on Amazon and quickly ordered them. I'm going to have his name embroidered across the penguins belly!! He's going to be so excited to wheel his own bag, and of course he will look adorable. Thanks Aunt Katy!


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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S67E8si63_I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Y1kmqycE7BM/s1600/My+Pics+472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453512745821069298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S67E8si63_I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Y1kmqycE7BM/s320/My+Pics+472.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My shaggy little man

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My cuddle bug when i'm sick

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-3170734227723798584?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/3170734227723798584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/carson-ray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/3170734227723798584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/3170734227723798584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/carson-ray.html' title='Carson Ray'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S67FA95R8MI/AAAAAAAAAkY/_AU3otQAvYI/s72-c/My+Pics+470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-2035441674339789788</id><published>2010-03-23T12:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T12:21:29.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A tad bit spoiled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6j36I3oTXI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Vp7ErE4icEY/s1600-h/My+Pics+549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451879927117270386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6j36I3oTXI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Vp7ErE4icEY/s320/My+Pics+549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I must say I am pretty spoiled by my husband. I am so fortunate to have a man like him. I get to stay home and hang out with my baby boy. Once a week I have a day off when Carson goes to MDO. We have a nice home, and nice cars. I couldn't ask for more. I am just so proud of his hard work.

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-2035441674339789788?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/2035441674339789788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/tad-bit-spoiled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/2035441674339789788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/2035441674339789788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/tad-bit-spoiled.html' title='A tad bit spoiled'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6j36I3oTXI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Vp7ErE4icEY/s72-c/My+Pics+549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-653020154624172499</id><published>2010-03-22T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:33:29.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carson'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6gaBndUi1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/GwjtDQWfQ7k/s1600-h/My+Pics+468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451635964006140754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6gaBndUi1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/GwjtDQWfQ7k/s320/My+Pics+468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to unlock the back door. I hope he doesn't figure it out anytime soon. I'm not sure what we are going to do about this yet.
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-653020154624172499?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/653020154624172499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/trying-to-unlock-back-door.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/653020154624172499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/653020154624172499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/trying-to-unlock-back-door.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6gaBndUi1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/GwjtDQWfQ7k/s72-c/My+Pics+468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-6184984673347246091</id><published>2010-03-22T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:17:17.195-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meals'/><title type='text'>Spicy seafood jambalaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6gViW6hl_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/-lYRfgjkZSE/s1600-h/My+Pics+469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451631028942772210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6gViW6hl_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/-lYRfgjkZSE/s320/My+Pics+469.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight I made spicy jambalaya for dinner. It is so easy, but not so quick. You buy whatever meat you want to put in it and just follow the directions on the box of Jambalaya mix. We normally use smoked sausage, tonight I did it a little different. Last week I had bought raw shrimp instead of cooked. What a mess that was, I definitely learned my lesson. Once I deveined the shrimp I froze them and decided to throw them in jambalaya and it was great! We eat our jambalya with black beans and Ryan likes Texas Toast.


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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-4530867470027589257?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/4530867470027589257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-this-picture-i-look-so-thin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/4530867470027589257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/4530867470027589257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-this-picture-i-look-so-thin.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6gVBswC_1I/AAAAAAAAAjg/813SdgEMqqM/s72-c/My+Pics+389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-5643997062884002531</id><published>2010-03-21T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:30:02.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6bjrdpM6sI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ZNxI74XKK2w/s1600-h/My+Pics+443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451294734809885378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6bjrdpM6sI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ZNxI74XKK2w/s320/My+Pics+443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love them!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-5643997062884002531?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/5643997062884002531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/5643997062884002531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/5643997062884002531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-boys.html' title='My boys'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6bjrdpM6sI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ZNxI74XKK2w/s72-c/My+Pics+443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-490464324823967855</id><published>2010-03-17T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:49:39.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No more bangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6GiKCdQJGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/IJ66bfys3ic/s1600-h/My+Pics+460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449815317436965986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6GiKCdQJGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/IJ66bfys3ic/s320/My+Pics+460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My hair is finally long enough I can do this^^^... I am trying to grow my hair back out long again. It is so hard to grow it out, it seems like it takes forever. I have to get used to my bangs being put back when I wear it up, it kind of looks weird to me. I don't know the last time I saw my forehead. It's not the best picture of me, but it's okay Carson makes up for it!!! He has been loving taking pictures! I am so glad, I hope this means he does great when we have our family pictures taken.
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-490464324823967855?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/490464324823967855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-more-bangs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/490464324823967855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/490464324823967855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-more-bangs.html' title='No more bangs'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6GiKCdQJGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/IJ66bfys3ic/s72-c/My+Pics+460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-1750023462956603695</id><published>2010-03-17T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:31:45.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Carson the day he was born. A healthy 8 lbs. 14 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6GcRN_jWMI/AAAAAAAAAio/58a-DNnqpTQ/s1600-h/My+Pics+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449808843722938562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6GcRN_jWMI/AAAAAAAAAio/58a-DNnqpTQ/s320/My+Pics+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Carson today. 28 pounds. He is exactly 20 months old. I just can't believe how fast time goes by. In just 4 months I will be a mom of a 2 year old!!! WOW! I can't say I feel old, because I am only 22. I am just amazed at how much Carson has grown and accomplished in such a short amount of time. I am so proud of him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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Now, for all of the people constantly asking me when I am having another one. It will be awhile. I want to enjoy having just one child as long as I can. Don't get me wrong I get baby fever often, but then I think about carrying bottles, taking the infant carrier out of the car, I would need a double stroller, it's hard to find people who would want to watch two kids instead of just one. So many things would change. I like bonding and spoiling my very busy little man!
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-7545536562450707725?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/7545536562450707725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfect-snack-cup-for-toddlers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7545536562450707725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7545536562450707725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfect-snack-cup-for-toddlers.html' title='The perfect snack cup for toddlers'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6GHrAVsUWI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/sHP5kJ7g_VM/s72-c/pTRU1-5745043dt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-9113047771982480085</id><published>2010-03-17T16:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:23:42.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aldi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6FH4MBTlbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/qLQE3nBLXLo/s1600-h/aldi_sued_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449716054719960498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S6FH4MBTlbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/qLQE3nBLXLo/s320/aldi_sued_logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lately every night on the news they have talked about this new grocery store. I am so ready for the one in Rowlett to open. I think it is going to be the closest one to me for now. They say it's cheaper than I guess Wal Mart? I sure hope so, I would definitely drive the extra mile. Anyone know much about it?
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Good Luck!


&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-8351346789604753839?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/8351346789604753839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/live-laugh-photograph-give-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/8351346789604753839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/8351346789604753839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/03/live-laugh-photograph-give-away.html' title='Live Laugh Photograph Give Away'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-5735914876390625875</id><published>2010-03-05T14:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:51:39.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kids can sleep anywhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S5FuLsUd4XI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ah4x1YpjfMw/s1600-h/My+Pics+441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445254571622261106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S5FuLsUd4XI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ah4x1YpjfMw/s320/My+Pics+441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure why this photo came out so dark? It could most likely be because I took it from my phone. Anyway... Carson was napping and he woke up crying. This means he wasn't really ready to get up. He came into the kitchen and decided to finish his nap next to me while I am on FB. ha. He is just so sweet. I can't imagine he could be too comfy or warm I know the tile floor has to be cold. I'm cold just sitting around.
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S3w1u2tbs1I/AAAAAAAAAhw/PhS4PZUljCk/s1600-h/My+Pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439281529033044818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S3w1u2tbs1I/AAAAAAAAAhw/PhS4PZUljCk/s320/My+Pics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the color I was going for. Mine looks darker. I know I wasn't going to look like LL. It was just an idea of what I wanted. I think to get this look I would have to have done some low lights along with a color. I wasn't going to pay a boat load of money so we just tried the one color to see how it turned out.
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-4180759466000906272?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/4180759466000906272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/02/texas-roadhouse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/4180759466000906272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/4180759466000906272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/02/texas-roadhouse.html' title='Texas Roadhouse'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S3iSLY7YFSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/zhbSHyoHJxY/s72-c/acmecrane50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-5988263523873118187</id><published>2010-02-03T15:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:05:24.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day Out 2010</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was also a big day for Carson. He went to Mothers Day Out for the first time at FBC Wylie. It was rough dropping him off, but I know he had a good time. It's good for him to be with other kids and play and learn. I also enjoy having a couple hours to myself. I can grocery shop a lot easier, I can clean house faster, because I won't be stopping to pick up stuff he just dumped out. I can go to lunch with friends and just enjoy my peace and quiet. It is a real privilege and I am glad I get to do it!! They had a bounce house for the kids to play in, he isn't too crazy about bounce houses yet. His teacher said he just played with some balls. They also made little frogs out of paper sacks, I say he made it, but as an ex daycare teacher I know he had some help. He ate a good lunch and took a long nap. I am happy he napped I wasn't sure how that was going to go.
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S2nxXf-4zOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/P-VrRrt4j04/s1600-h/My+Pics+548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434139811423767778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S2nxXf-4zOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/P-VrRrt4j04/s320/My+Pics+548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked him if he was ready for his first day of school, and he started clapping! He was very excited until we got there to drop him off!

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I was on the phone the other night and he kept opening the "junk drawer" it was driving me nuts so I looked to see what I could give him to keep him happy until I was off the phone. Ryan's headlight he got for Christmas was in there, I thought that was perfect. Ryan got this headlight for when he is crawling in attics and such and is not able to hold a flash light. Carson thought it was so funny to have this thing with a light attached to his head. I turned out all the lights so he could see how it worked! He thought it was so funny. I video taped it, but it's hard to really see anything. You can hear him laughing really hard though that's probably the best part!!!

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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-7473159669298202830?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/7473159669298202830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/01/couch-potato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7473159669298202830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7473159669298202830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2010/01/couch-potato.html' title='Couch Potato'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/S0qOwigZueI/AAAAAAAAAfA/WuxgW3T7b38/s72-c/My+Pics+520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-1843568370809869192</id><published>2009-12-29T23:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:23:17.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Booty Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SzrjSpageNI/AAAAAAAAAe4/d0_DzrvcN3k/s1600-h/before_after_package.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420895010987997394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SzrjSpageNI/AAAAAAAAAe4/d0_DzrvcN3k/s320/before_after_package.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last couple of weeks I have been up late doing things around the house. I saw this infomercial last night for these booty pop. They are panties with padded butts. I am not sure how comfy they are, but I have such a tiny behind I wonder if they do what they advertise. My mom always makes fun of me for how flat my backside is, wouldn't hurt to try a pair
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-8394615120957512799?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/8394615120957512799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/12/these-boots-are-made-for-walkin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/8394615120957512799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/8394615120957512799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/12/these-boots-are-made-for-walkin.html' title='These boots are made for walkin...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SzriL5H7y6I/AAAAAAAAAew/etWq6W0WGsM/s72-c/1000193-p-2x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-2767572391761526690</id><published>2009-12-29T22:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:10:56.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great Christmas we had...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;LONG POST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas for the St. John's actually started the day after Thanksgiving. We do a Christmas with my moms best friends family every year. This year they weren't going to be here for Christmas, because they are moving to Cali. The next weekend we met my moms other friend at Chick fil a for some lunch where Carson recieved another gift. The weekend after that we did Christmas with my two brothers, and sister in laws, and two nephews. The next week was Christmas. We started on Wednesday, Christmas eve eve. We went to dinner with Ryan's family that were in town from Tennessee then went back to his grandmas for our gift exchange. Christmas eve we went to my dads house in the afternoon back home for Carson to take a nap and then off to Lolly and Pops house for our Christmas with them. Finally, Christmas day. Since we have Carson we do our Christmas with him when he wakes up, he plays with his toys for awhile then we head to Lolly and Pops again for lunch and more gifts with Ryan's other grandma and Aunt and Uncle. After lunch we go to our last place for the day, my moms. We open presents from my Aunt and Uncle, my mom, and my grandma. I think after all of this, I want to start a new tradition. Maybe just staying home and everyone can come to us. I just don't want to cook for a ton of people, my house isn't big enough for that anyway. Although, we traveled the world for the month of December we still had a great Christmas! Carson is very loved and very blessed for all of the family he has. Needless to say, I am ready for the New Year. Here are a couple of pictures from Christmas Eve, and Day...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carson playing in the dishwasher, it's his favorite spot at his Meme's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Szrdj1Le-dI/AAAAAAAAAeo/RWu3nrpKL9Y/s1600-h/My+Pics+503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420888709134219730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Szrdj1Le-dI/AAAAAAAAAeo/RWu3nrpKL9Y/s320/My+Pics+503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson helping Uncle Parker put together his new lawn mower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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Daddy, help me out of this thing

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Szrdar9WwnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/GU3-tv2nv5s/s1600-h/My+Pics+500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420888552040219250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Szrdar9WwnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/GU3-tv2nv5s/s320/My+Pics+500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy trying to show Carson where to push to make the car go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SzrdVsghrnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/h30uBncqrTE/s1600-h/My+Pics+497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420888466288389746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SzrdVsghrnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/h30uBncqrTE/s320/My+Pics+497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before Santa came. He was a little late, we all 3 slept until 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SzrdPkkjAoI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TQsAP3Elt70/s1600-h/My+Pics+490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420888361078555266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SzrdPkkjAoI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TQsAP3Elt70/s320/My+Pics+490.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Eve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SzrdIYH0mqI/AAAAAAAAAeA/MsBuleSl-2c/s1600-h/My+Pics+488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420888237477763746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SzrdIYH0mqI/AAAAAAAAAeA/MsBuleSl-2c/s320/My+Pics+488.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson in his new custom wagon. Thanks Lolly and Pops we LOVE it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-8685540207728762685?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/8685540207728762685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/8685540207728762685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/8685540207728762685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='Christmas cookies'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Syvips0tkbI/AAAAAAAAAdw/5JwrSN0s-FY/s72-c/My+Pics+431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-225303796602375101</id><published>2009-12-18T14:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:14:04.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Razor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SyvgU3sSpnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/teZZmLpDPYU/s1600-h/873140356_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416669625994880626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SyvgU3sSpnI/AAAAAAAAAdo/teZZmLpDPYU/s320/873140356_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a SUPER old picture, but it's only the picture I could find of my dog and I. On Tuesday my step dad, Ron, had to put our family dog, Razor, to sleep. I want to say he just turned 6, a few years ago he was diagnosed with hip dysplasia, which is very common in Boxer dogs. Once that was diagnosed his back started to get bad, and then he just started gaining weight because it was hard for him to be very active. For some reason the summer time was easier on him than winter. He just started getting worse and worse, it was just too hard seeing him in such pain. We did what was best for him. I love animals, but I am not one to get real attached. It was different with Razor, he was such a good dog. I remember when I was pregnant he liked being near me, and just lay around and be my guard dog. It was really sweet, when Carson came along he became his guard dog, and would sniff his face with his big snout and it would tickle. Really cute. We sure do miss him!


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&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brother Parker &amp;amp; I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sw9dVAUBvOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/fzWzaS_S-fI/s1600/My+Pics+432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408644292937891042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sw9dVAUBvOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/fzWzaS_S-fI/s320/My+Pics+432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson was so ready to go home, he grabbed his bag and walked straight to the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sw9dQyXf7_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/rPj1MI-mX9A/s1600/My+Pics+424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408644220474879986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sw9dQyXf7_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/rPj1MI-mX9A/s320/My+Pics+424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson before I parked in the garage

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sw9dM6mFsgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7j_JN5LoBbs/s1600/My+Pics+430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408644153964081666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sw9dM6mFsgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7j_JN5LoBbs/s320/My+Pics+430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The creative hand turkey's

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sw9dIRCxIeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WMY8hCKjiL8/s1600/My+Pics+426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408644074090602978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sw9dIRCxIeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WMY8hCKjiL8/s320/My+Pics+426.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan, Carson &amp;amp; I

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How cute is this little suit for Carson? I was at Dillard's and wanted to compare prices on suits for the wedding he is going to be in whenever Jess finally decides on a date. This picture doesn't even do it justice, it was so adorable. I can't wait to see how handsome he is on her wedding day. I also couldn't believe it was on $30!!!

&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-100970618407737891?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/100970618407737891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-cute-is-this-little-suit-for-carson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/100970618407737891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/100970618407737891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-cute-is-this-little-suit-for-carson.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SwoLKG4eRCI/AAAAAAAAAco/Kozgvp46BmY/s72-c/03128418_zi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-2089490968441970170</id><published>2009-11-22T22:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:08:34.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My exciting day of shopping</title><content type='html'>Saturday my mom and I went shopping all day long, I am trying to get my Christmas shopping over with. I have been doing it since July. We went to TJ Maxx in Allen yesterday, I have been there before, but only for certain things and never took the time to walk through it. I fell in love, I was looking for just plain long sleeve t shirts with a pocket on the outside for my step dad. They had a ton of them in almost every color for $9.99 I was so excited. I decided to look through clothes for Ryan, I found a pair of Seven jeans for $30 originally $70- $80 jeans. They had all kinds of polo shirts, which Ryan loves. I was probably in this store for at least an hour and a half. It was pretty busy so I got what I needed and left, I can't wait to go back. Later that night I was on my way to my brother, Parker, soccer game, I passed this store Belks. I have once again been there one or two times with my mom but never walked around. It's not really the cheapest store but they have really good sales. I found a ton of cute, stylish, jeans for $20! I was so excited. I know I am a dork who gets excited over clothes. I am just a big shopper and love finding new stores.


&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-2089490968441970170?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/2089490968441970170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-exciting-day-of-shopping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/2089490968441970170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/2089490968441970170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-exciting-day-of-shopping.html' title='My exciting day of shopping'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-5703875847836765426</id><published>2009-11-11T21:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:33:32.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heard Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday I was kind of bored and wanted to take Carson to do something fun. I decided to go to The Heard Museum in McKinney. Carson decided to take a nap on the way there, I didn't worry about it too much because I knew he'd wake up when we got there. Well I couldn't be more wrong this time, I could not wake him up for anything, he was just worn out I guess. These dinosaurs were cool they growled or roared whatever sound they make and it was loud and he still didn't wake up. The museum had more than just dinosaurs, but all the other animals were hibernating except the bee hives they had and reptiles but I didn't go in there because i'm ridiculously scared of snakes and was not about to look at one. Towards the end of the trail Carson decided to wake up, I could have gone back through the trail so he could see them but I was way too worn out to walk it again with the stroller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures of Carson asleep next to the dinosaurs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SvuAOauJFuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/L3SvNxNqjiw/s1600-h/My+Pics+414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403053163140421346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SvuAOauJFuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/L3SvNxNqjiw/s320/My+Pics+414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the only picture he is awake for, but it's hard to tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SvuAKa7yf6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/y0fG9GyJ86c/s1600-h/My+Pics+413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403053094478184354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SvuAKa7yf6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/y0fG9GyJ86c/s320/My+Pics+413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SvuAADlW2zI/AAAAAAAAAcI/K95rpOQ1Fs0/s1600-h/My+Pics+410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403052916411390770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SvuAADlW2zI/AAAAAAAAAcI/K95rpOQ1Fs0/s320/My+Pics+410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks like this dinosaur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Svt_DQgja5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/8LuejfhN0_M/s1600-h/My+Pics+419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403051871908883346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Svt_DQgja5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/8LuejfhN0_M/s320/My+Pics+419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of us minus Ryan, he had just gotten off work. I wasn't going to make him come take a picture, he hates pictures.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Su8uA1rnHvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ETYgQa_d0lM/s1600-h/My+Pics+382.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399585230855279378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Su8uKMOTExI/AAAAAAAAAbg/k8B4R4Ruld4/s320/My+Pics+383.jpg" /&gt;Me, Carson, &amp;amp; gramps... Carson wanted to get down really bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-743233568013185848?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/743233568013185848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye-bye-gramps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/743233568013185848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/743233568013185848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye-bye-gramps.html' title='Bye, Bye Gramps'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Su8uKMOTExI/AAAAAAAAAbg/k8B4R4Ruld4/s72-c/My+Pics+383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-3439021861339563858</id><published>2009-11-02T13:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:06:03.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson's new boots</title><content type='html'>My sister in law, Brooke, had shown me these boots she bought my nephew Keegan. I had been wanting to get Carson a pair, but all of the ones I found were expensive. Kids feet grow way to quickly for me to spend $50 on shoes. She had gotten these at Wal Mart for $13 I just had to copy her and buy the same pair for Carson. They are adorable and he walks so well in them!
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Su8p9Ew29LI/AAAAAAAAAao/CP0gpBZWhuc/s1600-h/My+Pics+400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399580607467943090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Su8p9Ew29LI/AAAAAAAAAao/CP0gpBZWhuc/s320/My+Pics+400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Modeling his costume

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This little booger better win the costume contest Friday. I am so excited for him to wear his Halloween costume. It seems like I have had it forever.



&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-5107750294830365008?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/5107750294830365008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-future-golfer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/5107750294830365008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/5107750294830365008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-future-golfer.html' title='My future golfer'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sujs6MlNTaI/AAAAAAAAAaI/j6t_PhKLqkc/s72-c/My+Pics+352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-4717860951286883992</id><published>2009-10-26T22:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:24:08.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SuZnIE-SFtI/AAAAAAAAAaA/2IvMswKlcys/s1600-h/P144519_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SuZnIE-SFtI/AAAAAAAAAaA/2IvMswKlcys/s320/P144519_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397114591921706706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday I am going to a Halloween party, costume mandatory. I am not big on this Holiday if it should even be considered one. It's a kids/adult party so the costume needs to be appropriate. My mom has an Indian dress similar to this one from when she a mascot in High School. I am going to try it on and see if it fits, when I was at her house the other day it looked a tad big. I am hoping it fits good and I can just buy a few accessories to keep it cheap. If not, I will just buy this one. What do ya think?

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4 boneless skinless chicken breasts
4 eggs
salt and pepper (to taste)
garlic and onion powder (to taste)
BBQ chips

(I very rarely measure when I cook unless i'm following someone else's recipe)

Cut the chicken breasts up into nugget size pieces, mix the eggs, salt &amp;amp; pepper, onion &amp;amp; garlic powder. Crunch the BBQ chips on a plate into little pieces. Dip the chicken nuggets into the mixture then roll in the chips. I like to make sure there are alot of chips on the nuggets. Put on a pan and bake at 350. They only take about 10 minutes to cook in the oven. I cook them on a pan that has holes in so I don't have to flip them, if you don't have a pan like that cook them for 5 minutes on one side then flip. They should turn out so tender. I eat them with either mashed potatoes, green beans, or Ryan like Au Gratin cheesy potatoes with it. Enjoy...
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-2019416239543857721?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/2019416239543857721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/10/bbq-chip-chicken-nuggets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/2019416239543857721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/2019416239543857721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/10/bbq-chip-chicken-nuggets.html' title='BBQ chip chicken nuggets'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-1245484588178927618</id><published>2009-10-22T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:53:50.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick fil a</title><content type='html'>I absolutely LOVE Chick Fil A! I really wanted some Mexican food for dinner, but it would have been cold by the time I got home so opted to try out the new Chick Fil A. It was amazing of course. I have been stuck on the Chargrilled Chicken Sandwich, I really eat it a couple of times a week. I also love the Chicken Tender Salad, it makes a great meal for two, I give the tenders to Carson and eat the salad. What is your favorite meal at Chick fil A?

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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-8928156529730633979?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/8928156529730633979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-thought-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/8928156529730633979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/8928156529730633979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-thought-of-day.html' title='A little thought of the day'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-8979901636112996692</id><published>2009-10-21T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:30:36.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/St_CS8L99sI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wxBFQZ6hG7U/s1600-h/My+Pics+358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395244509262902978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/St_CS8L99sI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wxBFQZ6hG7U/s200/My+Pics+358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson &amp;amp; I met a friend and her daughter for breakfast this morning at IHOP. He did really well until I was nice and decided to give him a bit of freedom, and sit in the booth with me. He got a hold of a coffee creamer and squeezed it so hard it exploded all over the window. All I could hear next to me was  SPLAT... I can't really figure out a way to write out how it truely sounded but that's close enough. I thought it was hilarious, was just so unexpected. I was so glad it didn't get all over him or the lady behind us, it was a great shot for the window though. I always feel bad when we go out to restaurants, because he really is the messiest eater and he likes to throw food all on the floor. I am always apologizing to the waiters and of course they say, "oh don't worry about it" because they don't have to clean it up either. This sure made for a great morning!
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&lt;div&gt;Carson had his 15 month check up today. I can't believe how fast time goes, I still remember the day I brought him home. (I know it was only a year ago but still) I was so used to having people in and out of my hospital room, nurses taking my vitals etc.. once we got home it was just kind of boring, and I asked Ryan, "What do we do now?" We decided to sleep. From that moment on it wasn't just us two anymore. Back to his check up. He weighs 24 pounds and 6 ounces (50-75th percentile), 32 1/2 inches long (75-90 percentile), and his head is 48 (75th percentile). Carson is completely normal and on track. I am so blessed to have a healthy baby, when I was pregnant I would have dreams that he would come out funky, I even had a dream he came out black and we had a name for him, Willis. I think most moms to be have these crazy dreams, I am so glad he was perfect and adorable. He is so fun to be around, such a boy, and just loves life! I love listening to his jibber jabber all day, I wish I knew what he was saying when it does start making sense I know I am going to be thinking, okay enough now please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&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/3563882172857810168-7140791303449842638?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/7140791303449842638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/10/15-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7140791303449842638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7140791303449842638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/10/15-months.html' title='15 Months'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/St0tqwC7bdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/2aoLEnDIJgM/s72-c/My+Pics+309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-349219829359917543</id><published>2009-10-14T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:42:48.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon to be Mr. &amp; Mrs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/StaklaY85FI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ebTfFZpy9s8/s1600-h/7219_598295933378_38708030_35166928_7865038_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392678566468838482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/StaklaY85FI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ebTfFZpy9s8/s200/7219_598295933378_38708030_35166928_7865038_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My best friend/ Carson's 2nd mom, Jess, got engaged last Thursday. I am so happy for her, I think Layn is great and couldn't be more perfect for her! He is such a gentlemen, he can provide for her, and he just completely adores her. I really get excited when I find out people I know are getting married because it's really just special (not that it's not hard at times), but it's fun, and nice to have someone to come home to, and cook for, and just knowing you have someone to grow old with!  Congratulations again Jess &amp;amp; Layn, I love you both!
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&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-2647166065278752456?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/2647166065278752456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/09/lesson-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/2647166065278752456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/2647166065278752456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/09/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson learned'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-6923402984871394767</id><published>2009-09-25T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:48:19.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The State Fair Of Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sr1GvLHfH6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/Km51DtCGGWM/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385538505656967074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sr1GvLHfH6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/Km51DtCGGWM/s200/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As i've gotten older the less I really care about going to the fair.  When I was younger I used to love to go to ride all the rides and eat cotton candy. Now I am just more interested in having a corn dog and walking around maybe try something new. Ryan doesn't really like to go we've only gone one time together of course he thinks it's a waste of money, which I don't argue on that because it is. Last year I took Carson and went with my mom and Parker. The only reason I really went last year is because I had a free ticket to get in, so I figured why not? I am more interested in taking Carson this year because of the animals. He can go to the dog show, and the pig races, and walk around the tent with all the different animals you can feed. I figure I should take him while he's young and isn't tall enough to go on the rides so it doesn't cost a fortune.

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I no longer have a working home telephone. Carson thought it would be fun to run it under the water in the bath tub. If you know Carson very well, you know he loves telephones. When he gets a hold of the home phone we normally just unplug it from the line so he doesn't call random people like he does on our cell phones. He knows how to unlock our cell phones somehow so that's not an option, and we don't take out the battery from the phone because then it won't light up and he loses interest. He's a very smart little boy. Our answering machine still works so I can still get messages which is good, I just don't know who is calling until they leave a message. I guess it's a good excuse to get a new phone. I'm glad it was our home phone and not my cell phone that is for sure!!


&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-7534004730058628775?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/7534004730058628775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-order.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7534004730058628775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7534004730058628775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-order.html' title='Out of order'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SrwTH1s9bFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pHcgipqMuWc/s72-c/0073507801466_500X500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-8852713029141781730</id><published>2009-09-23T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:44:12.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Limeades for Learning</title><content type='html'>I give up on this Limeades for Learning Sonic is doing. I've ordered like thirty drinks from Sonic, well maybe not thirty, but you know what I mean and i've gone to the website each time and the website never loads. I know it's not my computer because this is the only website that does this. So, if for any reason the website works for you and not me I have like 5 or 6 codes if anyone wants them.

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-8852713029141781730?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/8852713029141781730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/09/limeades-for-learning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/8852713029141781730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/8852713029141781730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/09/limeades-for-learning.html' title='Limeades for Learning'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-354579727686855321</id><published>2009-09-23T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:21:33.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P U</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SrottFTl1eI/AAAAAAAAAVI/K3aaNhgOMMU/s1600-h/skunks-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384666557016561122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SrottFTl1eI/AAAAAAAAAVI/K3aaNhgOMMU/s200/skunks-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is kind of a weird post, but around 5 this morning I woke up to the smell of skunk. We do live somewhat in the country so we have all kind of animals that roam our backyard, I don't even want to think what's out there at night. This would be the third time since Ryan &amp;amp; I have been married, which we are upcoming 2 years, that a skunk has sprayed near our house. It's always by our deck right outside our bedroom, so needless to say my bedroom smells awful &amp;amp; i'm sure my clothes are going to smell like skunk. I turned on candles throughout my house to try and help it smell better, but i'm sure it's going to take a lot for the skunk smell to go away!!


&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-354579727686855321?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/354579727686855321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/09/p-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/354579727686855321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/354579727686855321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/09/p-u.html' title='P U'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SrottFTl1eI/AAAAAAAAAVI/K3aaNhgOMMU/s72-c/skunks-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-166363386701556298</id><published>2009-09-21T19:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:13:33.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan's birthday dinner date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SrgVbleXUGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/htqlCE_ppjA/s1600-h/My+Pics+350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384076918181548130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SrgVbleXUGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/htqlCE_ppjA/s320/My+Pics+350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A week ago today w&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; Ryan's 28th birthday. Since it fell on a Monday we decided to wait until the weekend to go to dinner, ( I knew we were going to have a gift card ) so I waited until it would be a free dinner date. Only makes sense.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt; We went t&lt;/span&gt;o Pappasitos, we love it. We have a couple of places we call our "date spots" they are the places we like to go eat with&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;out Carson&lt;/span&gt;, Pappasitos is o&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ne of the&lt;/span&gt;m. Everytime we go they have a new special we like to try, this week was fajitas with colossal shrimp. So good!!!! If you've never been, you ought to go sometime!

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-7721062220852118738?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/7721062220852118738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/09/halloween-is-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7721062220852118738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7721062220852118738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/09/halloween-is-near.html' title='Halloween is near...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SrgU0lUukWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9fklZh_9JtU/s72-c/511VemZGfaL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-9031753256711690482</id><published>2009-09-06T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:37:41.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378548268842497970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SqRxJ1umN7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/sqK_tgwONoQ/s320/41FtNtX0Z5L__AA400_.jpg" /&gt; Today Carson went pee pee in the "big boy" potty for the first time. I know he seems too young to start this, but he is so interested in the toilet so I figure why not? I'm not going hardcore on it or anything I just set him on it a few times a day to see if anything happens to get him comfortable with the idea. When he gets a little older and understand more I think it will be more successful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-9031753256711690482?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/9031753256711690482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/09/potty-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/9031753256711690482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/9031753256711690482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/09/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SqRxJ1umN7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/sqK_tgwONoQ/s72-c/41FtNtX0Z5L__AA400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-185113873862332400</id><published>2009-08-31T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:25:56.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer a baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SpyFzpGHoEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8w0ejDwzwmU/s1600-h/My+Pics+330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376319177424871490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SpyFzpGHoEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8w0ejDwzwmU/s320/My+Pics+330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at my baby boy, I mean toddler. I think he looks so cute in jeans but they make him look so much older, especially with his new hair cut. This is probably one of my favorite pictures i've taken of him recently. It's a little blurry but I don't think it's too bad considering I took it on my phone.
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-185113873862332400?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/185113873862332400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-longer-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/185113873862332400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/185113873862332400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-longer-baby.html' title='No longer a baby'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SpyFzpGHoEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8w0ejDwzwmU/s72-c/My+Pics+330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-7168082743871202109</id><published>2009-08-12T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:49:55.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the day...</title><content type='html'>I went to my moms house earlier, and she had found this picture of me when I was younger. It's crazy how much Carson looks like me here. I am a year and a half here so just a little older than what Carson is now. My mom was actually pregnant with my sister.

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoN-mk-ru7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ggkKw07umEE/s1600-h/My+Pics+308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369274381982481330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoN-mk-ru7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ggkKw07umEE/s320/My+Pics+308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-7168082743871202109?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/7168082743871202109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-in-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7168082743871202109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7168082743871202109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-in-day.html' title='Back in the day...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoN-mk-ru7I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ggkKw07umEE/s72-c/My+Pics+308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-4303537883973314621</id><published>2009-08-11T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:39:16.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked guitar playing</title><content type='html'>Sunday when we got back we had a birthday party to go to. I was trying to change Carson, which is a complete chore. He saw this guitar and had to go darting for it whether he had clothes on or not. I thought the pictures were adorable, who doesn't love a butt crack shot?

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIc35mlLeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qV09lFlp6gc/s1600-h/My+Pics+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368885452460076514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIc35mlLeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qV09lFlp6gc/s320/My+Pics+293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIayl9lK5I/AAAAAAAAATg/OGrduA7gCP4/s1600-h/My+Pics+289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368883162265234322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIayl9lK5I/AAAAAAAAATg/OGrduA7gCP4/s320/My+Pics+289.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan &amp;amp; Carson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIakkPaofI/AAAAAAAAATY/sUmGzFNJ5OI/s1600-h/My+Pics+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368882921285001714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIakkPaofI/AAAAAAAAATY/sUmGzFNJ5OI/s320/My+Pics+287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the only picture of us 3 where Carson was looking at the camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIaWxemnfI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0qYQmXYQXfo/s1600-h/My+Pics+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368882684320194034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIaWxemnfI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0qYQmXYQXfo/s320/My+Pics+281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan &amp;amp; I at the Reception&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIaHJ48uKI/AAAAAAAAATI/Xh-ua4i53V4/s1600-h/My+Pics+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368882415995238562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIaHJ48uKI/AAAAAAAAATI/Xh-ua4i53V4/s320/My+Pics+279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan was a groomsmen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIZ5kO-sDI/AAAAAAAAATA/pPPado0urUw/s1600-h/My+Pics+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368882182548795442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIZ5kO-sDI/AAAAAAAAATA/pPPado0urUw/s320/My+Pics+277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson making funny faces at the wedding, he was hot

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIZXotvnWI/AAAAAAAAAS4/71yGg2eCAiA/s1600-h/My+Pics+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368881599636020578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SoIZXotvnWI/AAAAAAAAAS4/71yGg2eCAiA/s320/My+Pics+272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan &amp;amp; I at Beav's Rehearsal Dinner in The Woodlands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-7479292674901893946?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/7479292674901893946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-tv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7479292674901893946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/7479292674901893946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-tv.html' title='Reality TV'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SntRtD8GKHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/AzecXOnYSio/s72-c/show_schedule.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-6281606205725088673</id><published>2009-08-06T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:13:30.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast feeding baby doll</title><content type='html'>This morning I was watching the Today Show, which is rare, but Kathie Lee &amp;amp; Hoda were talking about this baby doll manufactured in Spain. The baby doll owner wears a vest that has flowers where her breasts would be, if she had any and you hold the baby to you as if you were breast feeding. I thought this was crazy and what mom would really let her daughter own a baby doll that does this? When I saw this I thought it was crazy, I couldn't find a picture of it because I don't think it's sold in America yet but you can go to the Todayshow.com and they have an article and video on it.


&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-6281606205725088673?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/6281606205725088673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/08/breast-feeding-baby-doll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/6281606205725088673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/6281606205725088673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/08/breast-feeding-baby-doll.html' title='Breast feeding baby doll'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-1864812196600002206</id><published>2009-07-18T01:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:48:28.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'A place where a kid can be a kid"</title><content type='html'>For Carson's birthday I wanted to take him to do something fun, I know I am giving him a fun birthday party. I just felt bad cleaning and preparing for the party all day on his birthday. What place better than Chuck E Cheese on your birthday? My mom, brother, Grandma, Jess, &amp;amp; cousin Connor met Ryan, Bryce, Carson, &amp;amp; I there for lunch. It wasn't supposed to be anything big, but my cousin isn't able to come to the party and he wanted to see Carson to give him his present so him &amp;amp; my grandma met us. Jess &amp;amp; Bryce wanted to tag along because deep down inside they are Chuck E Cheese fanatics. I honestly do like the pizza. I thought Carson would be interested in so many different things but of course being a St. John he only wanted to ride in the Chuck E car &amp;amp; not move from the steering wheel. We also went to a late dinner at Sicilianos A Taste Of Italy. I think Carson had a pretty good first birthday, and he has another full day of celebrating it tomorrow. Here are some pictures from today there will be a lot more later after tomorrow i'm sure.
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SmFuEFfH43I/AAAAAAAAARo/avsir_9xjwo/s1600-h/My+Pics+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359686048018850674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SmFuEFfH43I/AAAAAAAAARo/avsir_9xjwo/s320/My+Pics+073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy &amp;amp; Carson

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Bryce &amp;amp; Ryan playing a firefighter game just like two little kids, it was very cute, i'm glad Ryan was able to be off work a couple days this week


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SmFtsStpEAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Iibhc-bWboo/s1600-h/My+Pics+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359685639252545538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SmFtsStpEAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Iibhc-bWboo/s320/My+Pics+065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carson opening his book

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Mommy &amp;amp; Carson riding in the big truck, it was actually kind of scary. It went side to side up and down, leaned down far on one side. I know I am only 114 pounds but I felt way too heavy for that ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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The famous Chuck E Car, he rode it 18 times. It gives you a picture everytime you ride it, so I counted all of the pictures to know how many times to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sl4p-Vpz2fI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_le71nhSuEU/s1600-h/Carson+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358766757558606322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sl4p-Vpz2fI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_le71nhSuEU/s320/Carson+175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking around checking things out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358766692931913746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sl4p6k5myBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/jUVHcu6wZ0Q/s320/Carson+178.jpg" /&gt;On the way home
 &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358766612811935954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sl4p16bg8NI/AAAAAAAAAPo/7b56_WNkJns/s320/Carson+177.jpg" /&gt;All 3 kids worn out
Carson, Aidan, &amp;amp; Adeline


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For the most part he had a good time, it was REALLY hot and he seemed to be more interested in the actual park at times although he didn't walk through the wood chips very easily.
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As you may or may not know Carson's 1st birthday is on Friday. I wanted to get him some fridge magnets because he loves going to the fridge and getting things out of it. I was telling my friend about it, &amp;amp; she told me she had one of these Leap Frog Fridge Phonics toy. It's small and has every letter of the alphabet and when you touch the letter in the box it says the letter, then makes the sound, and then sings the alphabet. It was very cute, her son learned the alphabet by playing with this toy before he went to preschool. I just had to get it for Carson, he loves to learn!!! Of course I couldn't just get him one toy, I got him a puzzle &amp;amp; some bath toys as well. I've noticed Wal Mart always has better prices for toys than Target does so I got more for my money.
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I couldn't decide what to cook for dinner tonight, normally that leads to cooking some breakfast. Ryan had the brilliant idea of French Toast for dinner, I was all for it be&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cause it is soooo&lt;/span&gt;oooooooooooo&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt; easy &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; soooooooooo yummy. Although, I did have to go to the store because I was all out of eggs and only had a few pieces of bread. The picture doesn't really do the meal justice because it just looks like a blob of brown bread. If you don't know how to make French Toast or want a new recipe/idea this is how I make it...
4 eggs
1 tbsp milk
sprinkle some cinnamon(however much you like) then beat up the eggs real good, put it in a bowl that you can fit a piece of bread in to soak &amp;amp; put it in a pan until done. I learned to put some pam in the bottom of the pan it makes it easier to flip. I served it with Bacon &amp;amp; Orange Juice!

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPrFe_ekI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iR7ufQeeL2E/s1600-h/carson20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600921173457474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPrFe_ekI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iR7ufQeeL2E/s320/carson20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPnExTh8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RKHSwIaqG6I/s1600-h/carson19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600852262356930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPnExTh8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RKHSwIaqG6I/s320/carson19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPjtYgchI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2V_C1OKydoQ/s1600-h/carson18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600794444722706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPjtYgchI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2V_C1OKydoQ/s320/carson18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPgQRQylI/AAAAAAAAAOA/070d9T8oQQ0/s1600-h/carson17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600735090100818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPgQRQylI/AAAAAAAAAOA/070d9T8oQQ0/s320/carson17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPdCZr1YI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SZGPS7BkhJQ/s1600-h/carson16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600679827723650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPdCZr1YI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SZGPS7BkhJQ/s320/carson16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPZ8MQCHI/AAAAAAAAANw/Ne6u7_e68g4/s1600-h/carson15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600626621155442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPZ8MQCHI/AAAAAAAAANw/Ne6u7_e68g4/s320/carson15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPVW6En5I/AAAAAAAAANo/2emGHBj8-dw/s1600-h/carson14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600547893321618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPVW6En5I/AAAAAAAAANo/2emGHBj8-dw/s320/carson14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPQ78eUhI/AAAAAAAAANg/e30ILSfJ4J0/s1600-h/carson12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600471936160274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPQ78eUhI/AAAAAAAAANg/e30ILSfJ4J0/s320/carson12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPJ2uDitI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LGath0o-koM/s1600-h/carson9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600350274423506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPJ2uDitI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LGath0o-koM/s320/carson9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPE5CdzPI/AAAAAAAAANI/6RD1KK7qadw/s1600-h/carson8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600264997555442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPE5CdzPI/AAAAAAAAANI/6RD1KK7qadw/s320/carson8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPAczGOwI/AAAAAAAAANA/TSxm_RhPSRo/s1600-h/carson7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600188697426690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvPAczGOwI/AAAAAAAAANA/TSxm_RhPSRo/s320/carson7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvO9FytnvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xMcapvWzwgQ/s1600-h/carson6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600130982190834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvO9FytnvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xMcapvWzwgQ/s320/carson6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvO5LvoKbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jeexGh1bWM8/s1600-h/carson5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600063860386226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkvO5LvoKbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jeexGh1bWM8/s320/carson5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkqgekfbfdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fUAYYy4fHU4/s1600-h/carson4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353267554135277010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkqgekfbfdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fUAYYy4fHU4/s320/carson4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkqgbtLCx9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/GMuoTUlnoOA/s1600-h/carson3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353267504926083026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkqgbtLCx9I/AAAAAAAAAMg/GMuoTUlnoOA/s320/carson3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkqgYENJ5EI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8GQvnSadl3M/s1600-h/carson2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353267442389476418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkqgYENJ5EI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8GQvnSadl3M/s320/carson2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkqgEd_xijI/AAAAAAAAAMI/D74fDZlNk2M/s1600-h/carson1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353267105715292722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkqgEd_xijI/AAAAAAAAAMI/D74fDZlNk2M/s320/carson1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/205/CC530F15D3FA28BED5AFD38117E1DEE3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-3141463100097538783?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/3141463100097538783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/06/sneek-peek.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/3141463100097538783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/3141463100097538783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/06/sneek-peek.html' title='Sneek Peek'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkqgekfbfdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/fUAYYy4fHU4/s72-c/carson4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-7581005321594102900</id><published>2009-06-29T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:30:30.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Just a few pictures from our weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352957196753195250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkmGNZJYUPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2gfwa9_BFpY/s320/Carson+163.jpg" /&gt;A little bit worn out from the boat ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt; Carson crawling around in his towel, after a bath

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&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I picked Carson up from his sleep over @ Meme's
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&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352953835427993122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkmDJvPAFiI/AAAAAAAAALo/X7DGfjR6tWY/s320/Carson+169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352953760394332530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkmDFXtlSXI/AAAAAAAAALg/cYXqH67Ab-A/s320/Carson+167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352953674062595602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkmDAWGfhhI/AAAAAAAAALY/w6rzvjpqo74/s320/Carson+166.jpg" /&gt;
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What a big boy, I am so proud of him.

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-6152518754193862062?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/6152518754193862062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/06/mini-photo-shoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/6152518754193862062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/6152518754193862062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/06/mini-photo-shoot.html' title='Mini Photo shoot'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkmDJvPAFiI/AAAAAAAAALo/X7DGfjR6tWY/s72-c/Carson+169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563882172857810168.post-6147558473173195138</id><published>2009-06-26T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:22:06.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkVW9uw53DI/AAAAAAAAALI/nrVuyDZJbKY/s1600-h/kidspark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351779350724860978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/SkVW9uw53DI/AAAAAAAAALI/nrVuyDZJbKY/s320/kidspark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I took Carson to Wet Zone, it's a water park in Rowlett that's really good for younger children. I found it because I had gotten a coupon in the mail for $2.00 off general admission so I got in for $6.50 and Carson was free! I asked one of my friends and her two kids to go. Carson had a good time, he really liked the lazy river, but who doesn't? I didn't take any pictures while we were there, because I didn't want to get my camera wet &amp;amp; risk it breaking! We didn't get to stay but for a few hours because I had to get home to get ready, but we'll definitely be going again, it's a great price &amp;amp; you get to take your own cooler in!
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&lt;div&gt;Today was Ryan's first Father's Day, we celebrated by going to lunch with his family, then taking an afternoon nap &amp;amp; dinner with my parents. We haven't been able to take an afternoon nap on a Sunday in a long time because Carson is always wanting to play, it was very nice. Hope all of you had a nice relaxing Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3563882172857810168-4128119412974801484?l=thestjohnnook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/feeds/4128119412974801484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/4128119412974801484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3563882172857810168/posts/default/4128119412974801484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestjohnnook.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134343744986127431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/TIaJJvxNjTI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-Ui003NFEng/S220/IMG_7234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ycXarbBusQ/Sj7wDH-THCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zliBoG5XgYY/s72-c/My+Pics+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
