<?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-36513039</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:38:21.957-07:00</updated><category term='Hala'/><title type='text'>Not Enough Time In The Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-1814447752707033411</id><published>2008-10-19T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:46:00.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're back!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know it's been SO long since I've posted - most people wont even remember I have a blog - but here we go.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life has been great lately.  We had our house on the market at the beginning of the summer and decided after a month to take the house off and just stay in this house for a bit longer (probably another 2 or 3 years).  We live in a small 2 bedroom 2 1/2 bath home - but luckily the bedrooms are large and we will be able to add another little one to our family and still be able to stay in this house. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of adding another one... we have decided to try for a third.  This came on kind of out of no-where.  We had originally thought of trying for another one in  about 6 or 7 months  - but lately we have both been getting the serious baby itch.  You know how that works - your baby turns 2 and all of a sudden they lose all that babyness... their smell, their attitude, their life style... the list goes on.   We had the joy of watching our little neice baby Kate for a few hours and we just couldn't stop talking about how much we both wanted to add another one to the family.  After that night we talked about it for a little while and then not again - not seriously at least.  Then we had a pregnancy "scare" (not that either of us were scared at all - we were thrilled...).  We took a test and it had come out positive - we were overjoyed with the results - however about 5 days later God was telling me to take another test - I listened... it was negative, I took another and it too was negative.  The next day I started my period (possibly too much information - but I don't care.  :) ).  We were pretty much devestated to say the least but this made us seriously talk about having another one.   We are both game!  :)  Now we just pray that all goes easily and smoothly (I have miscarried before and that was awful - I don't want to go through that again - Oh God I don't want to go through that again). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough about that... so what else has been going on you ask... well lots actually.  We have decided to homeschool our kids and I've started with preschool for Molly.  It's been fantastic so far.   We do "school" 2 days a week (Tuesday and Thursdays mostly).   She is such a smart little thing - I can't believe how quickly she's picking things up.  I look forward to seeing the growth through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also joined BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) which meets Wednesday mornings.  At first I have to be honest I wasn't too thrilled with the whole thing - it seemed a little boring and too strict for me - but as I've gotten more used to the whole thing I have really begun to love it.  The study is challenging and time consuming - but all in a good way.   I feel like I'm getting to know God in a whole new way - which is always nice.  :)  The girls LOVE their program too -their teachers are so wonderful and they are really being challenged.  It's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and I are also leading a Community Group through our church on Thursday nights at our house.  It's been great getting to know our group and discussing God's word.  Right now we are working through a book called "Breaking the Idols of the Heart" - its taking us through the book of Ecclesiastes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (the girls and I) also go to our Moms Group at church - it's wonderful - what a fantastic group of women and kids.  We love it and look forward to it every week.  We meet Thursday mornings at the church.  We do a trade off of bible study and play group every other week.  It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see - what else are we doing.... can we actually fit anything else in?  Oh sure... there are 24 hours in a day... I'm sure we can fit something else in... I think Jon would disagree however.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will leave it at that for tonight - I am tired and it's time to relax and watch a movie with my hubby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-1814447752707033411?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/1814447752707033411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=1814447752707033411' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/1814447752707033411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/1814447752707033411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-back-okay-i-know-its-been-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-8321381378922122951</id><published>2008-06-17T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:16:55.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Foxy Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte is dancing to Foxy Lady right now. Man she's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon is playing with his new toy that we bought him for Fathers Day.  We got him the iShuffle - it's just like an iPod without the screen - you just push play and it randomly picks songs to play.  it holds up to 250 songs and is the size of a silver dollar.  It's so cute.  :)  I figured he could take it to the gym with him and listen to it on the Max on his long commutes to and from work.  I would have loved to have bought him an iPod but they are a bit out of our price range at the moment.... so the iShuffle is what he got!  :)  He loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now the girls are dancing to some 80's rap song - not a clue who it's by or what the title is - but they seem to like it!  I don't think they have the best taste in music...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-8321381378922122951?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/8321381378922122951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=8321381378922122951' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/8321381378922122951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/8321381378922122951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/06/foxy-lady-charlotte-is-dancing-to-foxy.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-6701244863029052581</id><published>2008-06-12T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:13:23.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 Seconds ago.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Conversation with Molly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Molly do you want to go get your sister out of bed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly:  Is Charlotte on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't think so, I think she's in her bed still.  Do you want to go get her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Is Charlotte in my bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I don't know - probably not - she's probably still in her bed.  Do you want to go get her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Sure.  Is she in her bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation from their room (through the monitor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Hi Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Did you sleep in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Did you play with the shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Let's go downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte and Molly come down stairs - Charlotte is wearing 2 different shoes - both not hers and has another pair in her hands.  Molly says: Can I have a snack?  Now I must finish my blog and get my gorgeous daughters their snack!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the randomness I get to look forward to daily!  :)  Pretty amazing right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-6701244863029052581?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/6701244863029052581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=6701244863029052581' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/6701244863029052581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/6701244863029052581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-seconds-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-155653154451369705</id><published>2008-06-04T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:27:39.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Still years to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Jon and I have started discussing more seriously the idea of homeschooling our girls. I know they are only 2 and 3, but the school years are approaching fast. We started looking at different preschools and their curriculum and decided that I will just homeschool Molly for preschool - I think I can do just as good of a job as anyone else (I mean I was a preschool teacher for a while and all...).  Now we are discussing what we are going to do from there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not overly thrilled with the classroom sizes and the horror stories you hear about from kids in public school. Does this mean I don't think you can get a good education at a public school - no - not at all - my neice and nephew both go to public school (along with many others) and they are extremely bright and well behaved children. One of the biggest reasons we are looking more seriously at homeschool is because of the lack of innocense the kids of today seem to have. I have a neighbor who is 12 years old and in 6th grade - she talks about how all her friends are already kissing their "boyfriends" and that some kids in her school have already gone quite a bit further and that even some have already had sex. I do NOT want my precious daughters faced with such outrageously adult issues.  It sickens me to think that children are growing up so fast and having to deal with things way out of their grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our number one reason however is what is being taught as "fact" in public school.  I do not want my children growing up "knowing" evolution to be "fact" and being told that they are NOT allowed to pray, talk about God  or any of the other nonsense that is continually being forced down our children's minds.  I don't want to brain wash my children into believing everything I believe but I strongly feel that they should be raised to atleast know Jesus Christ as who we believe Him to be and be surrounded by other people who cherish our beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very touchy subject - many people have their own opinion on the matter - some HATE the idea of homeschooling, others LOVE it.  I personally think it's up to each individual parent and child to decide this.  I would love to hear your opinion, but please don't be offended if I don't agree with it.  You might not agree with mine either.... we can all still be friends!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-155653154451369705?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/155653154451369705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=155653154451369705' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/155653154451369705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/155653154451369705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-years-to-decide.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-5820774559205739751</id><published>2008-05-25T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:47.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If You Don't Like The Weather, Wait 10 Minutes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/SDwqHq0NSnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CZA13lOgS-g/s1600-h/sun+and+rain.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205081580574165618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/SDwqHq0NSnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CZA13lOgS-g/s200/sun+and+rain.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we had the most amazing day Saturday. It was supposed to be raining with a chance of thunder and lightening - ha! I laugh in the face of the weather man. Only God could have delivered such a perfect day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Charlotte's birthday party at 3pm at my moms house. There were 17 kids, 15 adults, lots of sugar, and NO alcohol to subdue the craziness. If it had in fact been a day full of rain and thunder and lightening it would have been awful - but instead of yucky Oregon weather we had the PERFECT Oregon weather. It was about 75, sunny with a slight breeze. We had an amazing turn out and had so much fun. Charlotte walked away with a loot. Molly however has been playing with everything she got - and Charlotte couldn't care less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the party we came back home - by the time we all got in the house and completely unloaded the car the first rain dropped - within minutes it was pouring! It continued to get worse and worse and as you all know we ended the night with an amazing Thunder Storm. How amazing - right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-5820774559205739751?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5820774559205739751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=5820774559205739751' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5820774559205739751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5820774559205739751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-you-dont-like-weather-wait-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/SDwqHq0NSnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CZA13lOgS-g/s72-c/sun+and+rain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-3059355740100227844</id><published>2008-05-09T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:47.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Sale!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/SCULeS2vk7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/5Zemq0fQXTA/s1600-h/8043472.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198573959954535346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/SCULeS2vk7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/5Zemq0fQXTA/s200/8043472.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our house is finally on the market. We've been talking about selling for about a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;year now - we finally decided now is the time. Mostly because we want to get into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;something bigger and something with a yard! We are truely "itchin'" for a yard. Summer is coming up and having the girls play in the street is really starting to drive me nuts.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping a house clean 24/7 - ready to show - with 2 toddlers is a full time job. I am so tired all the time. I have noticed in the week that the house has been on the market that I start cleaning around 8am and then try to get out of the house once we are ready.... sadly NO one has come to look yet. I feel a little like if I just jinx it and leave the place a disaster someone will come - too bad that isn't really how it works huh? So if you happen to know anyone that wants a very cute 2 bedroom 2 1/2 bath townhouse/condo have them come by! :)   I am so impatient and I know that this is a slow market right now... hopefully the right family or person comes by soon!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-3059355740100227844?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3059355740100227844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=3059355740100227844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3059355740100227844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3059355740100227844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-sale-our-house-is-finally-on-market.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/SCULeS2vk7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/5Zemq0fQXTA/s72-c/8043472.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-7121975646039486124</id><published>2008-03-26T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:58:48.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm one of THOSE parents....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Apparently Super Nanny would be a welcomed annoyance to our family.  We have used a couple of her tricks as of late and BOTH worked absolutely perfectly!  The most recent one we used was the "PaciFairy".  Molly is/was extremely attached to the pacifier and I was freaking out about having to take it away - I knew I needed to (awhile ago infact) but was really not looking forward to having to go through it.... well the other night we did it!  She is a true BIG KID now!  I can't even believe how easy it was.  We had her put ALL of her pacifiers in a bag and she sprinkled some glitter on them and closed the bag then she put them by the door for the PaciFairy to come get them and leave a toy in it's place.  Jon took the girls upstairs and gave them a  bath and while she was in the bath - sure enough the PaciFairy came and left her a movie (Jonah - Veggie Tales) and a Disney Princess pop up castle (tent) - she even left a trail of glitter through the house.  When Molly came downstairs and saw it she was so excited!  I got it on video tape.  Anyway at bed time we laid her down without her plug and she only cried for about a half an hour and not even that bad - then she slept through the night..... holy crap!  Last night was even better - she cried briefly and again slept through the night until 8:30am!!!!!  I can't even tell you how happy I am that she no longer has a pacifier and I no longer feel like a horrible mom!  Now we'll have to work on Charlotte - but I'm not ready for her to get rid of her plug yet.... she's my baby.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-7121975646039486124?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/7121975646039486124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=7121975646039486124' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/7121975646039486124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/7121975646039486124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-one-of-those-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-4513506535459727182</id><published>2008-02-27T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:08:04.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What a good day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that the girls woke me up at 6:20am this morning - this is going to be a good day... I can just feel it.  I weighed in this morning and I'm down 23 lbs (I know I can't believe it either),  it's another BEAUTIFUL day,  my house is clean, I'm drinking coffee and a good brisk walk to the park with the girls is calling my name....  I love days like this.  I couldn't ask for better - well maybe if the girls didn't have this nagging cold (it just keeps getting passed back and forth)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I hope you all enjoy this beautiful day as well!!!  Get outside and enjoy the weather  - it's not going to last long - we are in Oregon after all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-4513506535459727182?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/4513506535459727182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=4513506535459727182' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/4513506535459727182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/4513506535459727182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-good-day-other-than-fact-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-602335257807582108</id><published>2008-02-19T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:03:38.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He was injured....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-8Ihsccknw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-8Ihsccknw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-602335257807582108?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/602335257807582108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=602335257807582108' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/602335257807582108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/602335257807582108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-was-injured.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-2483317687786350870</id><published>2008-02-15T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:59:31.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another College shooting? &lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for the families and friends of the 5 students who lost their lives yesterday at the shooting at NIU.  My heart also breaks for the family and friends of the shooter - who took his life as well without leaving any reason as to why he did it.  His dad came out of his house to tell the reporters to leave him alone that this was a very hard time for him - he apparently threw his arms up in the air and wept - I can't even imagine how he must feel....&lt;br /&gt;This kind of thing scares me so much.  I remember the Columbine shooting - I was still going to highschool at the time and was SURE that our school was next - the first week back to school after that shooting I remember feeling so unsure about everything and everyone.  Now school shootings are becoming a somewhat normal thing. There have been so many I can't even remember them all.    It makes me want to homeschool and shelter my girls from any possible dnager (of course I know I can't).  I just don't understand why these things happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-2483317687786350870?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/2483317687786350870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=2483317687786350870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/2483317687786350870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/2483317687786350870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/02/again-another-college-shooting-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-5055102253340401296</id><published>2008-02-13T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:35:20.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yep that would be 18lbs down!!!  That is all - have a good day!!!!!  I know I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-5055102253340401296?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5055102253340401296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=5055102253340401296' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5055102253340401296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5055102253340401296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/02/18-yep-that-would-be-18lbs-down-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-3328861916270038882</id><published>2008-02-12T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:08:39.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No Nap!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Molly decided she did not want a nap - I let her lay up there for about an hour before deciding to bring her downstairs (to avoid her waking up Charlotte).  Now she is sitting watching Cinderella eating a snack and is going to play with playdough for the first time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I ask you other moms out there - at what age did your kids stop taking a daily nap?  Isn't she a little young?  I don't think she is DONE taking naps - but she is obviously NOT tired right now..... am I closing in on the no more nap zone???  I don't think I'm ready for that yet.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-3328861916270038882?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3328861916270038882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=3328861916270038882' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3328861916270038882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3328861916270038882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-nap-so-today-molly-decided-she-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-5778386012913977366</id><published>2008-02-06T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:01:11.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yippie!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 lbs to date!  As of this morning I am down 15 lbs and Jon is down 16.  I am so proud of us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we have lost a toddler - pretty disgusting huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of toddlers - Molly is hiding underneath a blanket singing and Charlotte is trying to vacuum the stool - both in just their panties and diaper - man I love them!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now!  Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-5778386012913977366?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5778386012913977366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=5778386012913977366' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5778386012913977366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5778386012913977366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/02/yippie-15-lbs-to-date-as-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-7977690941671465735</id><published>2008-01-28T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:12:21.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pathetic Night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight is one of those nights that I would call pathetic. I am sitting at home alone, well that's not fully true - the girls are upstairs sleeping, but mostly I'm home alone. Jon is at James' show tonight and I'm home with the babes. Normally I wouldn't have any problem with it - however tonight I have a really bad headache, nothing is on tv, I'm not into a good book, and I have eaten all my calories for today - so no snacking.... So I'm online trying desperately to fill my time and watching American Gladiators.... that's a whole 'nother post.... I will probably end up going to bed very soon.  Jon just called and said that the first band hasn't even come on yet and it's 10pm - James doesn't play until third - Jon wont be home until well after 1am - I am not staying up for him - there is no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey but on a very exciting note - I'm down 12 lbs and I haven't missed one day of working out - Wednesday will be 4 weeks! I'm proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much positive I'm going to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-7977690941671465735?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/7977690941671465735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=7977690941671465735' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/7977690941671465735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/7977690941671465735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/01/pathetic-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-4416197036370126721</id><published>2008-01-18T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:28:10.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Duh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday morning around 5am - Jon was getting ready to leave for work and we had heard the girls stering a bit but knew that they would go back to sleep. I needed to sneeze and really didn't want to do it because I was afraid it might wake the girls more... so I held it back and by doing so when&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I did sneeze I jerked my head so bad that I ended up hurting my neck badly. I had a doctors appointment for something else that day and while I was there I asked the doctor to look at my neck - she ended up prescribing some muscle relaxers. They don't work as well as I would like - really they just make me tired... oh well I'm sure my neck will heal with time - I'm such a moron!!! I wish I could have had a cooler story behind it - but no... just sneezing!! Man I'm getting old! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give myself a slap on the back though (if it didn't kill my neck to do so) I still managed to do my workout last night without injuring my neck any further. I was freaking out that my stupid neck injury was going to possibly put a damper on my workout routine - but it didn't - I sucked it up and worked out anyway - drugged and everything! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 weeks and 3 days so far and I havne't missed a single day of working out - some days I've done it twice a day. As of Wednesday morning I was down a total of 7 lbs and this morning I was down 2 more!! My doctor is thrilled with my progress and I have to admit - so am I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I think I'm going to go lay down while the girls are napping and get a little shut eye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-4416197036370126721?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/4416197036370126721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=4416197036370126721' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/4416197036370126721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/4416197036370126721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/01/duh-so-yesterday-morning-around-5am-jon.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-1980838173058817488</id><published>2008-01-06T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:51:16.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm Back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry it's been so long since I've posted anything knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new you ask?  Well let's see.... We had an amazing Christmas.  The girls got so many gifts we had to actually move our furniture around just to accomodate.  The day after Christmas was probably even better than the day of.  The girls walked down stairs and literally walked from toy to toy to toy beaming with excitement - it was so classic.  New Years Eve was nice.  We started the evening over at Angela and Zack's party at the "Money Pit".  We only stayed for about an hour and then headed home (we didn't have a sitter).  We went over to our neighbors house and hung for about another hour when Jon decided to take the girls home and put them to bed - he let me stay.  My neighbor and I ended up sitting and talking for a while and got a bit drunk off of wine - it was fun.  I continued going back and forth between Jon and my neighbors and Jon finished off the night over there with all of us - it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;Jon and I made a New Years resolution to finally kick our butts and lose this weight.  We are so tired of constantly complaining and doing nothing.  For Christmas Jon bought me "The Firm" work out videos and step stools.  I havne't missed  a day yet - it is just shy of an hour work out - very intense and very awesome.  I have found my passion!  I love to work out!  I actually look forward to working out - how crazy is that!  I feel like I've been missing out this whole time.  We are eating well again too - I just feel happy and put together (you know what I mean?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - life is good in the Powell house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post more often and respond to all your posts too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-1980838173058817488?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/1980838173058817488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=1980838173058817488' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/1980838173058817488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/1980838173058817488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-back-im-so-sorry-its-been-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-6064732405767957941</id><published>2007-12-22T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:48.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/R24Toixtx0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/EzUQH3KuyZg/s1600-h/homes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147073011382077250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/R24Toixtx0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/EzUQH3KuyZg/s200/homes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;House Hunting on Pause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it looks like we will be staying in this house a little longer. For any of you that didn't know - we made an offer on a house out in North Plains last week - and after an entire week of still hearing nothing "official" back we decided that we just didn't want to deal with these people. It made us nervous the way they were handling everthing or lack of handling everthing... Jon and I are in no rush to move - when we find the right house we will know and we will move then... until then we are happy in our little home for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kind of relieved that we are going through the process right now - it's nice to focus just on Christmas and this time of year. I love Christmas but ever since we started looking into another house we kind of put Christmas on hold - we almost didn't get a tree - thank goodness we decided to get one anyway.... once the house thing was put on hold - our Christmas spirits are back!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's late and I need to go to bed - we have a long day/days ahead of us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-6064732405767957941?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/6064732405767957941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=6064732405767957941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/6064732405767957941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/6064732405767957941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/12/house-hunting-on-pause-well-it-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/R24Toixtx0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/EzUQH3KuyZg/s72-c/homes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-141499476179329427</id><published>2007-11-18T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:48.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/R0EXCpdCTbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3OXuOZ-5Qlc/s1600-h/shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134410384433892786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/R0EXCpdCTbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3OXuOZ-5Qlc/s200/shopping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/R0EW75dCTaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-4oqwrbiLYM/s1600-h/shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you are all going to shoot bullets at me or atleast spit in my general direction - but I still have to tell you.... &lt;strong&gt;I'm done with Christmas shopping&lt;/strong&gt; - - &lt;em&gt;nenernenernener&lt;/em&gt;... other than just a few finishing touches - I'm done. I can't really believe it either. Jon and I had been saving money out of each check to put toward Christmas over the past year because we just hated feeling so tight last year. We cashed it out about 3 weeks ago and since then I've been in a shopping frenzie - literally.  I basically have spent money every single day for the past 3 weeks.  It's been fun. I feel so free to actually enjoy this Christmas season.  I don't have to worry about rushing around with all the &lt;em&gt;crazys &lt;/em&gt;trying to find that one last specific item that might be sold out or in that fat ladies hands and she wont give it up even though it's a barbie doll and she doesn't have any kids to buy for - she just wants it for her &lt;em&gt;collection&lt;/em&gt;... you know exactly who I'm talking about - they are out there - at every store - some are men, some are women - but they almost always are fat and absolutely obnoxious..... Anyway, so once again to rub it in your face... I'm done!!! :) I will however offer to watch your chillins for a couple hours if you need to get out there and find some "santa gifts"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well now that I've made myself a target - I will go.&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/36513039-141499476179329427?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/141499476179329427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=141499476179329427' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/141499476179329427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/141499476179329427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/11/done-i-know-you-are-all-going-to-shoot.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/R0EXCpdCTbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3OXuOZ-5Qlc/s72-c/shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-6983452917278383308</id><published>2007-11-14T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:48.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dentist Visit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzsvMvEmAwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z9TelGFXbcM/s1600-h/toothbrush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132748096159482626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzsvMvEmAwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z9TelGFXbcM/s320/toothbrush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday Jon and I both had dentist appointments. His was at 2pm and mine was at 3pm. The girls and I met Jon there to do the trade off while I had my teeth cleaned. Jon had just had 2 cavities filled and was a bit numb - he kissed me and I think only half of his mouth actually worked - it was pretty funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only had one cavity - I was pretty surprised - it has been over 3 years since I had gone to the dentist. My cavitiy is in one of my wisdom teeth. You see - my wisdom teeth came in perfectly straight and I had a lot of room for them - however it's hard to clean them - and I am religious about cleaning my teeth - twice a day I brush, floss and gargle mouth wash - but I can't really reach back there to floss and the toothbrush it self barely fits... so after discussing my "issues" with the dentist he has reccomended that I just get them removed. So I am meeting with the oral surgeon tomorrow afternoon to discuss when they will be removed.... Am I strange to kind of want this? I've never been put to sleep and that fascinates me and everyone I know has had their wisdome teeth pulled - I'm one of those rare few that haven't gone through it - I'm kind of strangely excited. I know I'm weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-6983452917278383308?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/6983452917278383308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=6983452917278383308' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/6983452917278383308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/6983452917278383308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/11/dentist-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzsvMvEmAwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z9TelGFXbcM/s72-c/toothbrush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-2192021869072607766</id><published>2007-11-13T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:48.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;The Awakeners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RznnhD92ESI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5t03vgFZcuc/s1600-h/awakener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132387805551792418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RznnhD92ESI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5t03vgFZcuc/s320/awakener.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness.  I've never finished a book so quickly.  I started reading this book last Monday and finished it last night a little after nine.  It was hard to put the book down.  What an amazing story.  If you haven't read the book yet - I strongly encourage it.  I don't usually get into fantasy novels - but this book has changed my opinion.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you mom for letting me borrow the book!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I need a new book - suggestions anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-2192021869072607766?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/2192021869072607766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=2192021869072607766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/2192021869072607766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/2192021869072607766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/11/awakeners-oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RznnhD92ESI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5t03vgFZcuc/s72-c/awakener.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-4328690810811739823</id><published>2007-11-08T18:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:49.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5 birthdays, a baby shower and a Wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzPL2j92ERI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wCpv8fI0pzU/s1600-h/happybirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130668538733138194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzPL2j92ERI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wCpv8fI0pzU/s320/happybirthday.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sounds like a movie title doesn't it? Nope - just my next 2 weeks wrapped up into a sentence.... We have 2 birthday parties and a baby shower this Saturday. Sunday we have a birthday party and are missing one birthday that happens to be at the same time as Lauren's (obviosly we will be going to Lauren's). Next Saturday we have a birthday party in the morning and a wedding in the afternoon.... I feel like I need to take a deep breath before it all starts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a related but seperate note - Sarah and I went to Target today and were able to get all 5 birthday gifts. I walked away very satisfied and happy with every gift I bought. We were also able to even get a couple of Christmas gifts while we were there. I couldn't believe how good my girls did - you all know how horrible they are when we go anywhere - but today they actually did really good. I actually felt a little relieved when I got into the car to go home - normally by the time we are leaving - both girls are crying - I am near tears and wishing I had never left the house - which I know is just not a possibility - most days I just end up not going anywhere because I dred leaving the house - I know they are going to be awful - but today made me see what my future might hold.... I hope I hope I hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - wish me and my family luck in the next 2 weeks. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-4328690810811739823?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/4328690810811739823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=4328690810811739823' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/4328690810811739823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/4328690810811739823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/11/5-birthdays-baby-shower-and-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzPL2j92ERI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wCpv8fI0pzU/s72-c/happybirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-7704918800377360148</id><published>2007-11-07T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:50.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzIbMnhdJSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Er15Zm-O_ds/s1600-h/scotthalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130192829110101282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzIbMnhdJSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Er15Zm-O_ds/s320/scotthalloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so we finally got some of the pictures - however they kind of suck. There are only a few that actually turned out. I sent some of you these over e-mail but here they are in case I didn't send them to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzIcnnhdJTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0m1aDK4yXzU/s1600-h/michaelhalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130194392478197042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzIcnnhdJTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0m1aDK4yXzU/s320/michaelhalloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzIa83hdJRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aVItj3ofA2U/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130192558527161618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzIa83hdJRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aVItj3ofA2U/s320/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzIZ8HhdJOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_UVN28d26xM/s1600-h/amyhalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzIaoXhdJQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/L0YgUQXDyb8/s1600-h/chadhalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130192206339843330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzIaoXhdJQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/L0YgUQXDyb8/s320/chadhalloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzIZHXhdJMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jMs2B98QRko/s1600-h/emilyhalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130190539892532418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzIZHXhdJMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jMs2B98QRko/s320/emilyhalloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer huh? Oh well - we are still learning with this camera.... I hope we figure it out before the next big event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-7704918800377360148?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/7704918800377360148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=7704918800377360148' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/7704918800377360148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/7704918800377360148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-so-we-finally-got-some-of-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RzIbMnhdJSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Er15Zm-O_ds/s72-c/scotthalloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-634673938312794130</id><published>2007-11-05T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:50.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Ry92CkGnXKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UgfJwkSdUow/s1600-h/jackolantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129448287021522082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Ry92CkGnXKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UgfJwkSdUow/s320/jackolantern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Halloween Pictures to Come Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's been already over a week.... Heres the deal - we have uploaded the pictures and videos onto our computer - however at this point we need to make the videos so you all can see them too - not sure how to yet - we're working on it. The pictures are very very blurry. The new video camera doesn't take good stills - bummer. So we will pick through the lot and hopefully within the next couple of days we will have some up and available for you to look at them.... the videos aren't great either - the lighting wasn't really good for capturing the moment - so they are kind of dark - but it's still funny to watch and see all the costumes again - I think my favorite part (other than the continual capturing of Stephan going down the stairs - Jon wanted him to fall badly) is the morning after - we all look... well hung over! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the best news though (for me atleast) is that all the other videos are great - we have really gotten some cute stuff of our kids and Sarah's kids - the funniest is of the 4 of them playing in my living room - Hayden and Lauren were break dancing and then Charlotte started to copy them - I was laughing so hard that night and again when we watched it - there were tears... good stuff! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - we will try our damndest to get them out asap! Sorry for the wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-634673938312794130?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/634673938312794130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=634673938312794130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/634673938312794130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/634673938312794130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-pictures-to-come-soon-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Ry92CkGnXKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UgfJwkSdUow/s72-c/jackolantern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-5968366197445626925</id><published>2007-10-25T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:50.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RyC8G0GnXJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ceoHQWXKReE/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125303201199250578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RyC8G0GnXJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ceoHQWXKReE/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No Anal Leakage - but many more.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally I went to the doctor about the whole Insomnia bull crap. She thinks I'm anxious/depressed and restless. So I've been put on this stuff for all three - I am supposed to take one to two pills a night before bed - if after a couple weeks I'm not noticing a change she wants to put me on Prozac... yikes - Prozac - that kind of freaks me out a bit. The side effects to this one drug are hilarious - I read them to Jon and after reading the "novel" to him he said "yeah but you'll sleep better". Let me list a few of them.... excess sweating, nausea, weakness, weight gain, increased appetite especially for sweets, eye pain, hair loss, twitching of the face or tongue, uncontrolled movements of the arms and legs, difficulty speaking or swallowing, unusual bleeding or bruising, seizures.... the list goes on and just continues to worsen.... basically I get to become a possible nutcase twitching and what not but I might be able to get a night of sleep.... The doctor assured me that MOST people do not experience any of the side effects at all - but that there are a few that do.... am I one of the few that do or am I gonna be lumped into the MOST catagory.... I guess we'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I took the pill - I started with just one and I still had a bit of trouble getting to sleep - I took it at 9:30pm and I didn't fall asleep until after midnight.... I also woke up about 10 times - thanks to the girls - they just didn't want to sleep last night. So we'll try it again tonight and see how it does....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-5968366197445626925?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5968366197445626925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=5968366197445626925' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5968366197445626925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5968366197445626925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-anal-leakage-but-many-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RyC8G0GnXJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ceoHQWXKReE/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-7004603252688777692</id><published>2007-10-17T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:41:21.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ever felt like punting a two year old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of taking two whiny kids to Target and expected it to be a somewhat decent experience... HA!  I've never experienced such awfulness (new word).  The entire trip consisted of one or both of my girls crying or whining over something.  It was rediculous.  I am upstairs right now calming down after dinner because it's just been ONE OF THOSE DAYS....  It all started with an early wake up - both girls crying and really not ready to be up - then they continued to whine until after lunch when I laid them down for a nap.  Charlotte took a pathetic excuse for a nap and woke up crying and whining until Molly woke up crying and whining.  Then I made the huge mistake of taking them to Target with Sarah and her 3 kids.... can you say duh?  Guess what they did there?  Oh you guessed right - whined.... cried.... yelled.... cried some more..... I was so anxious by the time I left that I nearly broke into tears when I got in the car.... Luckily Jon was home when I got home and took the girls upstairs while I made a quick dinner (soft tacos).  We ate dinner and Jon sent me away - he said - "go upstairs and relax- take the laptop and your book and go" - he wouldn't even let me help him with giving them a bath.  Angela called me just as I sat down - with some irritating news - not on her behalf but just more DRAMA from a psycho lady we used to go to church with (you all know who I'm talking about).  I don't even want to go into it - just basically more crap from a lady full of crap.....  So now I am blogging.... I plan on reading a book for a little while and then going back down to deal with the babes.  Thank God I have such a great husband!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope tomorrow is a little less awful..... I just need a good night sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-7004603252688777692?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/7004603252688777692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=7004603252688777692' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/7004603252688777692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/7004603252688777692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/10/ever-felt-like-punting-two-year-old-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-4575383356430052343</id><published>2007-10-02T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T12:40:13.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jealousy sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of my old neighbors (Rachel and Brennan) just announced that they are pregnant and due mid April - I would have been a few weeks behind them.... is it bad of me to be jealous and a little bitter about their good news?  It's funny because every day that goes by since I lost the baby I've kind of gotten more and more into the mind set of waiting for a while before we have another - but hearing their news just made me sad, jealous, bitter and of course a bit envious.... I guess I will probably have emotions like this for a while.  I'm not angry with them for being pregnant of course - just angry that I'm not I guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - that was my little rant for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-4575383356430052343?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/4575383356430052343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=4575383356430052343' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/4575383356430052343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/4575383356430052343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/10/jealousy-sucks-so-one-of-my-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-2942540307063109233</id><published>2007-09-27T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T08:01:00.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Recipe Swap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - recently I sent an e-mail to swap some of your favorite recipes.... I want to do it on here too - give me your favorite, easy, non expensive, not hard to find ingredients for either dinner, appetizers or desserts!!!&lt;br /&gt;I need some new ideas - do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onion Onion Chicken&lt;/strong&gt; (delicious in your mouth)&lt;br /&gt;2 chicken breasts&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;garlic salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;1 onion (sliced to sautee)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 stick of butter (or oil)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can French Friend Onions&lt;br /&gt;1 cup uncooked rice (2 cups water)&lt;br /&gt;1 can of corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place chicken breasts in pan, dump cream of mushroom soup and chicken broth over the top and sprinkle garlic to your liking. Bake for 1 hour. Meanwhile (about 20 minutes before chicken is done) sautee onions in butter or oil over medium heat and make rice. Start corn about 10 minutes before chicken is done. Also 10 minutes before chicken is done dump french friend onions over top and continue baking. Serves 2 big meals. Most delicious when each bite has a little (or a lot) of everything on it. I guarantee you you will like it - well maybe not you veggies out there - but you can probably use a Portabela (spelling?) mushroom in place of chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get to posting your delicious goodnesses!&lt;br /&gt;1 can of corn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-2942540307063109233?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/2942540307063109233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=2942540307063109233' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/2942540307063109233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/2942540307063109233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/09/recipe-swap-okay-recently-i-sent-e-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-7436834317556138546</id><published>2007-09-23T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T03:21:17.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't sleep!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I hate this.... it's freakin' 3:15am and I am wide freakin' awake.  Normally I wouldn't care too much considering it's the weekend - however... tomorrow morning we have to be up and out of the house by 8am - all of us.  We are doing the Race for the Cure tomorrow - as most of you know.  I am very tired and wide awake at the same time.  I tried going to bed around midnight with Jon and laid there tossing and turning - my mine just would not shut up.  I decided to come downstairs about 30 minutes later.  I popped on the internet and watched saturday night live - haven't seen that in a while - sadly it was the one with Britney Spears - kind of a bummer... anyway around 2 I turned off the tv deciding I would try to sleep on the couch - no luck... I just tossed and turned and again my mind just wouldn't shut up - it's exhausting being in my head... so I turned back on the tv and now am back on the computer.  It's 3:20am now.  I don't know what to do - at this point I almost wonder if it would be better to just not sleep at all now - I have to be up in 3 1/2 hours......  I'll let you know what I decide....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-7436834317556138546?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/7436834317556138546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=7436834317556138546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/7436834317556138546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/7436834317556138546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cant-sleep-man-i-hate-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-3076792477429294086</id><published>2007-09-19T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:53:57.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor Confirmed It This Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Dr. Bennett called this morning and confirmed that I was in fact miscarrying. I strangely feel closure over all of this. I expected to be so upset - but I actually feel relieved that it's done. Don't get me wrong - I am still very sad that all of this happened to begin with - but knowing makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your love and support through all of this - it's been a very hard past few days. You are all wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;When Jon and I are ready we will try again - it may be soon so don't be too surprised - this whole thing made us realize how much we want another baby and we got very excited about having it now and having them close together. We'll see - we may want to wait a while though too - we will let you know when we do get pregnant again - hopefully no more problems with the next one.&lt;br /&gt;We love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-3076792477429294086?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3076792477429294086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=3076792477429294086' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3076792477429294086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3076792477429294086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/09/doctor-confirmed-it-this-morning-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-3122846343282289865</id><published>2007-09-15T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T15:02:42.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't like not knowing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thursday morning was a normal morning, I was cleaning up the downstairs, I fixed Charlotte a bottle and got her upstairs for a nap.  When I came downstairs I needed to pee, so I peed, there was a small amount of blood in my underwear.  I of course freaked out.  I told Molly "be good, Mommy has to go take a shower".  I ran up the stairs, burst into tears and took a long shower, crying the entire time.  Afterward I talked to Sarah and decided to call the doctor.  The doctor reassured me that because I am so early it's probably just "implantation bleeding".  This can be like a very very light period (sometimes mistaken for a period) and can even last for as long as a short period.  Anyway other than that small amount of blood I didn't see anymore until today.  I was going pee (and irronically talking to God about how thankful I was for this baby and how excited I was to be having it - even if it was unplanned) and when I wiped there was blood again.  I have had a small amount of blood basically everytime I wipe now all day long.  I don't know what is going on.  I'm wearing a pad but there isn't anything but a small drop on it...  Is this implantation bleeding?  Is this the beginning of a miscarriage?  What is going on?  I'm so afraid to know.  I did call the doctor again - because it's Saturday I am waiting for the oncall doc to call me back.  I want him to say "don't worry - it sounds like it's just normal bleeding for this time in your pregnancy."  I really don't want to even know if I'm losing this baby - I don't think I could handle it.  I'm a mess needless to say.  I just don't know......&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me and the baby in your prayers - pray that the baby is fine, healthy and maturing normally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-3122846343282289865?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3122846343282289865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=3122846343282289865' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3122846343282289865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3122846343282289865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-like-not-knowing.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-2474775389089158697</id><published>2007-09-12T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:56:55.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Baby Makes 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it??? I can't!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Jon went off to church, the girls and I stayed home. All morning I was feeling a little sick... when Jon came home I said "I don't want to scare you, but I might be pregnant". You know how a woman just knows.... I did.... Jon went and bought a pregnancy test - I peed and showered and looked.... it was faint - but it was positive. We decided that I would take another test (one of the early detection tests) later that night or the next day.... when we got home from my parents house (our normal Sunday dinner gathering) I asked Jon if he wouldn't mind getting one tonight - I just needed to know.... He went to the store, I peed again, waited and looked... once again it was a faint positive.... I waited a couple days and took another... once again I peed, waited and looked.. this time it was a more distictive positive... so guess what.... I'm pregnant!!! We decided to tell people early so they could digest the information - since I know it's kind of scary....&lt;br /&gt;We are excited though. It isn't like we planned it but we also weren't done having kids so this is exciting... God obviously had other plans for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - there you have it - baby number 3 on the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-2474775389089158697?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/2474775389089158697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=2474775389089158697' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/2474775389089158697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/2474775389089158697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-baby-makes-5-can-you-believe-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-5886445077704614240</id><published>2007-09-05T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:52.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally... my top 5 Desert Island Flicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt9cVRGeO3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/mS5mXgE4Ddc/s1600-h/the+rock"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106902022898989938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt9cVRGeO3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/mS5mXgE4Ddc/s320/the+rock" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;The Rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me - you know my obsession with Nicholas Cage - there isn't a good reason for it - but I do love him in some strange unattractive way - not only am I strangely obsessed wih Nick but I also love shoot um up kill um movies.... they make me happy.... Anyway - I love that movie - good action flick and just a good time-killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt9cexGeO4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/oxsIasvfC9s/s1600-h/The+Notebook"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106902186107747202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt9cexGeO4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/oxsIasvfC9s/s320/The+Notebook" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;The Notebook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know - most of you will point and laugh at me... however I just love this movie. It's a total chick flick and I'm totally in love with the whole idea of falling so in love with someone that your souls can't help but die together. It's a beautiful, sad and loving story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt9cuhGeO5I/AAAAAAAAADE/39cXyGMKoGw/s1600-h/Knocked+Up"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106902456690686866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt9cuhGeO5I/AAAAAAAAADE/39cXyGMKoGw/s320/Knocked+Up" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Knocked Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only seen it once - but I can tell that it is one of those movies that will make me laugh over and over again. It was brilliant! Of course I will need something funny - this one will do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt9c6RGeO6I/AAAAAAAAADM/_J_JwBQg_8U/s1600-h/Best+Little"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106902658554149794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt9c6RGeO6I/AAAAAAAAADM/_J_JwBQg_8U/s320/Best+Little" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Best Little Whore House in Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on.... Dolly Parton, Sweet Candy Mountain..... no more words needed.... Mom you understand right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt9dARGeO7I/AAAAAAAAADU/UnY2xQFIPf0/s1600-h/Seven"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106902761633364914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt9dARGeO7I/AAAAAAAAADU/UnY2xQFIPf0/s320/Seven" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know kind of thrown out of left field - but I love this movie... I actually just bought it and watched it again - it's such a good thriller. It makes my heart race each and every time I watch it.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There... they are done.... a little bit of everything. I have a shoot um up and kill um, a chick flick, a comedy, a musical and a scary suspensful flick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-5886445077704614240?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5886445077704614240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=5886445077704614240' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5886445077704614240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5886445077704614240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt9cVRGeO3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/mS5mXgE4Ddc/s72-c/the+rock' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-136065416794459712</id><published>2007-09-04T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:52.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt4oMRGeO0I/AAAAAAAAACc/Y29xeU7ndI8/s1600-h/bear2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106563218698812226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt4oMRGeO0I/AAAAAAAAACc/Y29xeU7ndI8/s320/bear2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who's brilliant idea was it to camp in black bear country? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God we made it home safely and in one piece. We had a really good time but we had bears on our mind the entire time. One of the biggest rules was that you were not to surprise a bear - you should always make noise - so we walked around camp saying "Hey Bear" pretty much all day - it became a joke - but can you imagine if we had actually seen a bear... it wouldn't have been so funny. So the rules are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not surprise bears - make noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not leave food out - only when preparing or eating - all food should be stored in bear safe containers - coolers don't count because bears know what coolers are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food should be covered even in a car - thousands of dollars of damage every year are due to bears breaking into cars to get food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not leave food in your tent at any time (remember that little boy that had his face eaten off because he had hid candy bars under his pillow?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are to see a bear stand still, make noise and make yourself look big - if the bears approaches make lots of noise and walk away - do not run. If a bear attacks you kick and scream and fight for your life.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds like fun huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't see any bears though so I couldn't practice my kicking and screaming... bummer huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Jessi wanted to see a bear so bad - she was very disappointed that there weren't any around... however 1/4 mile away at the next camp site there were bear sightings - 2 of them - a mom and a cub.... even more dangerous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So other than saying "Hey Bear" all weekend we walked on trails, fished, went hiking on an Obsidian Mountain - it was so amazing, we walked to a waterfall and everyone swam (I didn't - I didn't bring enough clothes - but everyone else did), a bunch of them went kayaking, we went bike riding and of course ate and drank a lot.... we had a great weekend. This was all without the girls too. Sharon and Danny (Jon's parents) took the girls for 2 nights. It was so nice. I missed them like crazy though. The weekend before they had them too for our anniversary - so it was a little too much... but it was still fun and I'm glad we went. It's always nice to relax and hangout with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and if you didn't know - we were camping at Paulina Lake - it's like 20 minutes from La Pine Oregon and about 40 minutes from Bend..... kind of hidden up in the hills - it was beautiful. However to get there we had to drive through a wild fire - ok... maybe not &lt;em&gt;through&lt;/em&gt; a wild fire - but &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt4r1BGeO2I/AAAAAAAAACs/EfdkN51uurE/s1600-h/fire+2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106567217313364834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt4r1BGeO2I/AAAAAAAAACs/EfdkN51uurE/s320/fire+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we could see it from the road - it was pretty surreal - the sky was glowing this weird orange color and was full of smoke - it made it hard to see.  It blew my mind that we were allowed to have a camp fire - the fire danger level was at EXTREME - but we had a camp fire every night and it was huge... the boys brought basically a whole tree to burn and they had decided they didn't want to come home with any left over wood.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God we made it out of there safely - what with the bears, fire, and not to mention the longest car ride of our lives... it took us over 4 hours to get there - but here we are - safe and sound and finally bathed!!!  I forgot to mention there were no showers....  it was sick!  I was beginning to stink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway - that is all for now...  I'm going to get back to watching Big Brother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt4oGhGeOzI/AAAAAAAAACU/UFaNqBXYMnc/s1600-h/bear1"&gt;&lt;/a&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/36513039-136065416794459712?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/136065416794459712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=136065416794459712' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/136065416794459712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/136065416794459712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/09/whos-brilliant-idea-was-it-to-camp-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rt4oMRGeO0I/AAAAAAAAACc/Y29xeU7ndI8/s72-c/bear2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-5533151774115229661</id><published>2007-08-28T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:53.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RtTknhGeOyI/AAAAAAAAACM/gFBVR8-5Fr8/s1600-h/new+van.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103955645269162786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RtTknhGeOyI/AAAAAAAAACM/gFBVR8-5Fr8/s320/new+van.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meet our new van.... we have not named him/her yet.  I think I need to know her personality better before I give her a name.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our Dodge Grande Caravan just gave up living - it kind of decided to slowly give up and we decided we didn't want to deal with it anymore... so hence the new more reliable minivan!  It's so much more hip than the Dodge - we already love her and she's only been in our family for about an hour and a half!  :)  The girls love her too.  Lots of neat little features and the price was perfect!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway - that's our new baby - I will let you know when we decide on a name - we are convinced that once you name a car it will treat you better - we never named the Dodge - we just called it the minivan - maybe that's why it decided to no longer want to live anymore.... never will know for sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-5533151774115229661?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5533151774115229661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=5533151774115229661' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5533151774115229661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5533151774115229661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/08/meet-our-new-van.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RtTknhGeOyI/AAAAAAAAACM/gFBVR8-5Fr8/s72-c/new+van.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-3299164096586629147</id><published>2007-08-11T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T11:23:29.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Mirrors Rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and I had THE BEST time ever last night. Thank you &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mirrors&lt;/span&gt;! It was awesome! I was so proud of my brother. James you were absolutely fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So originally we were just going to have Sarah watch the kids while Jon and I went to the show, then we decided to see if Sharon (Jon's mom) wouldn't mind watching one of the girls so Sarah didn't have to do it all... she ended up asking if she could take both girls over night - we didn't hesitate for one second and said yes... So she picked up the girls around 5:15ish and we were free for the rest of the night. Jon went and had the car cleaned while I got ready. We left for dinner around 6:30 - we went to Old Spaghetti Factory - had a yummy dinner and drinks and realized we still had a ton of time to kill before we were picking up Angela - so we decided to get Cold Stone and walk around a park - which was freakin' hilarious - we ended up sitting on a bench eating our ice cream and the next thing we know all the geese are starting to get up and out of the water and walking toward us - we turned around and a sworm of white geese were parading behind us - we were convinced they were out to get us... so funny... we ended up leaving because we were a bit afeared of the geese. We picked up Angela and went to the Ash Street Salloon - we got there a bit early and decided to walk over to Kells and have a drink - it was nice - there was a little Irish band playing.... Around 9:30 we headed back to Ash Street and met up with a few of our other friends - Jessi, Mike and Jacob. We headed in, grabbed a table and some drinks and a bit later the most awesome band started.... &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mirrors&lt;/span&gt;! Seriously awesome - I wish they had played 15 more songs - I was really sad when they were done. The next band was LAME and sadly most of the people kind of left - so we did too... we didn't leave the bar, just that room - we ended up outside where we continued drinking until we were silly - it was great! I had a wonderful time - I haven't had that much fun in a long time. It was so nice to be with my friends and it was awesome to see all of James' friends that I hadn't seen in a while - they are like extended family! :) Around 1:30am we decided it was best to go ahead and head out since Angela had to work this morning.... hope she's doing ok!&lt;br /&gt;The girls came home around 10 this morning and they both did fantastic. Molly woke up once and Charlotte woke up twice - I can't even believe it - that's less than for us!&lt;br /&gt;Now Charlotte is down for a nap and Molly is playing and watching The Little Mermaid - I'm gonna jump in the shower soon and then we might head over to see the airshow today instead of tomorrow - depending on how we feel when Charlie wakes up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - last night was awesome and I can't wait until our next adventure! James you guys have to have another show soon! If you don't get signed I'd be surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-3299164096586629147?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3299164096586629147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=3299164096586629147' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3299164096586629147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3299164096586629147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/08/mirrors-rocks-jon-and-i-had-best-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-3204798837780965583</id><published>2007-08-09T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:29:10.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My goodness it's been a while again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's  been kind of crazy busy lately.  My cousin Mary was in town from Colorado and we had a packed schedule so today is actually the first day I've been on the internet with a few minutes to spare. &lt;br /&gt;Mary flew in on Tuesday the 31st and left tuesday the 7th - it was a great visit - but very busy and very expensive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we picked her up at the airport and then we all met up at my parents house in the evening for dinner and a little get together with the whole fam. &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we started early and went to OMSI to see the Body Worlds exhibit - it was amazing - see Sarah's blog for details - I think the best part of the whole day was that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Jon had the girls all day.  After OMSI we went to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we went to the new Ikea which was great because once again I didn't have the girls - Jon took 3 days off so I could really spend some time with Mary - which was still not enough....  Anyway - Ikea was great.  I could really see myself going bankrupt there.... hence the reason I had a $20 limit. &lt;br /&gt;Friday we (Jon, the girls and I) went to the zoo - I mean since Jon did have 3 days off I wanted to spend some good time with him and the girls too..... the zoo was fantastic!  We really had a good time and Molly is really finally at the age where she can enjoy the animals - Charlotte isn't quite there yet - but she had a good time too.  Later that evening we all met at McMinnamens Grand Lodge and had a nice time outside eating our variety of dinners (Jon and I picked up Taco Bell on the way over and the rest ate there).  We were going to play frisbee golf - but there were numerous weddings happening in the grass - so we just enjoyed each others company.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we met downtown Hillsboro for the Guinness Book of World Record thing.  Right after we were done - we picked up some lunch and went home to eat and put the girls down for a nap.  I left very soon after for Sarah's baby shower - which was awesome - it went without a hitch.  She and Kate got a lot of nice gifts and I think everyone enjoyed themselves.  I can't wait for Baby Kate to come - I'm ready - even if they aren't!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we had our normal church and lunch stuff going on and then later that evening we all met at Juan Colorados for dinner - thank you again Sarah and Josh- you guys are awesome!  :)  Afterward we went over to my parents for a little old family video viewing - however my girls did not cooperate so I went home and let them actually enjoy themselves. &lt;br /&gt;Monday the plan was to go downtown Portland and shop around - I really should have just not even bothered.... it was a nightmare - We got downtown around 1:15pm and I was back in the car around 2:15pm with just my girls because they were so awful I had to just leave before I broke down.... it was miserable.  Molly wanted to walk, Charlotte wanted to be held and I still had the double stroller to push too - and we were in Pioneer Place which has escalators at every corner....It was awful and not safe- just typing about it makes me want to puke a litle bit.  So sadly I left the mall and didn't even say goodbye to Mary - I wasn't thinking straight.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I had a doctors appointment in the morning which didn't allow me to go to the airport to say goodbye to Mary.  I hope she made it out safely.  It was so nice to have her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy week huh? &lt;br /&gt;Already this week I've had 2 doctors appointments (one for myself and one for Molly), I've signed papers for a refinance on the house, Jon has been out each night - Monday he was working on his sermon (he is preaching this Sunday), Tuesday he had a double header with his softball team, Wednesday he had youth group, tonight I have singing practice and tomorrow we are going to James' show.  Saturday I have to have blood work done, Sunday Jon is preaching (as I said before) and then we are going to go watch the airshow in a field/park near the airport.  'Tis life....  busy but wonderful!  One of these days I will just say NO and not leave the house.... right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - this might be a boring blog for most of you - but that's all I wanted to talk about today... me me me!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-3204798837780965583?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3204798837780965583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=3204798837780965583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3204798837780965583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3204798837780965583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-goodness-its-been-while-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-8191662454619035780</id><published>2007-07-20T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:54.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RqEALFZfFKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mCuZGQQ8nms/s1600-h/the+3+girls.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089349244333003938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RqEALFZfFKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mCuZGQQ8nms/s320/the+3+girls.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Could this be any cuter? This was on 4th of July at Angela and Zack's house. Molly played in the pool almost the entire day - where as Charlotte and Morgen basically put their feet in - we took this picture and then they got out..... I don't think they appreciate the coolness of a pool yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RqEAjlZfFLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/onHbMGKqnp0/s1600-h/mommy+and+molly.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089349665239798962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RqEAjlZfFLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/onHbMGKqnp0/s320/mommy+and+molly.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is from Morgen's birthday party - just 3 days after the other picture - ignore my fatty boombilady and notice how stinkin' cute Molly is.... she's in a bikini :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RqEA3FZfFMI/AAAAAAAAACE/2Q_XV3r6enY/s1600-h/daddy+and+charlotte.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RqEA3FZfFMI/AAAAAAAAACE/2Q_XV3r6enY/s1600-h/daddy+and+charlotte.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089350000247248066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RqEA3FZfFMI/AAAAAAAAACE/2Q_XV3r6enY/s320/daddy+and+charlotte.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tee Hee - look at those chunky legs.... isn't she a sweetheart!???  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it - that's all I wanted to say - cute kids huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RqEA3FZfFMI/AAAAAAAAACE/2Q_XV3r6enY/s1600-h/daddy+and+charlotte.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/36513039-8191662454619035780?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/8191662454619035780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=8191662454619035780' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/8191662454619035780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/8191662454619035780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/07/could-this-be-any-cuter-this-was-on-4th.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RqEALFZfFKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mCuZGQQ8nms/s72-c/the+3+girls.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-6988891923681689234</id><published>2007-06-29T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:25:53.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A big 2 year old!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap!  Molly is going to be 2 tomorrow!  It doesn't seem like it's been 2 years since I had her.  I can't believe it.  2 years ago today I was having one of the worst days of my life.  I was laying in a hospital bed being induced - nothing was happening... I was very very scared about having a preemie - I didn't know what was going to happen.  And now look at us - Molly is going to be 2!!!  Crazy huh?  God has truely blessed us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-6988891923681689234?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/6988891923681689234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=6988891923681689234' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/6988891923681689234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/6988891923681689234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-2-year-old-holy-crap-molly-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-5650845321751259440</id><published>2007-06-24T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:54.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rn5khCO5h5I/AAAAAAAAABs/q8koWimFM90/s1600-h/PCPD.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079607948418320274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rn5khCO5h5I/AAAAAAAAABs/q8koWimFM90/s320/PCPD.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jon and I fulfilled our civil/civic duties tonight.  We were on our way home from McMinnville and as we were coming out of Yamhill we got behind a car that was going nearly 20 miles under the speed limit - at first it was just annoying and then it became scary.  They would speed up to 55 and then slow way down to about 35 or less - they were flashing their high beams, turning off and on their lights and breaking suddenly.  Finally we had enough.  I called the police station (Washington County disbatchers).  I was so nervous that it was a drunk driver or something and if it wasn't I wanted to teach them a lesson.  So sure enough as we got on to Pacific Hwy going into Cornelius the disbatcher hooked us up with a cop car and had us follow behind the cop as it followed the other car - they did pull them over and we had to pull in behind the cop and just wait with our headlights out - I could just see us being shot.... luckily they were just college students on their way home from OSU and didn't know the road very well (at least that's what they told the cop) it still doesn't answer why they were playing with their lights.  The cop joked with us that they were probably doing some "lovin'"....  They may not have been drinking but I am glad we called.... it was a fun little adventure for Jon and I....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway - that is our little story.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-5650845321751259440?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5650845321751259440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=5650845321751259440' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5650845321751259440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5650845321751259440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/06/jon-and-i-fulfilled-our-civilcivic.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rn5khCO5h5I/AAAAAAAAABs/q8koWimFM90/s72-c/PCPD.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-504760320867305753</id><published>2007-06-14T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:10:40.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Heaven has two new angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got the worst news ever.  My very good friend from college Melanie was driving to work yesterday morning and while she came around a corner she veered into the oncoming traffic and hit a semi head on.  She and her unborn baby (21 weeks) died instantly.   She was getting married next month and has left a lot of people hurting and asking why.  Things like this just don't make sense to me.  I don't know why bad things happen to good people.  I will miss her tremendously.  I can't express how many people she has touched and how many more will be touched by her story.  She was a wonderful wonderful wonderful person. &lt;br /&gt;I am writing through tears and I have to go before my kids realize I'm sobbing. &lt;br /&gt;Please pray for her family  - her moms name is Kathy and dad's name is Michael - she has a brother Seth and her fiance Arlan and all the many friends she had... has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-504760320867305753?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/504760320867305753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=504760320867305753' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/504760320867305753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/504760320867305753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/06/heaven-has-two-new-angels-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-3419223292243740091</id><published>2007-06-12T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:01:28.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amy is the Best in the West!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much!  Yes Amy that would be you I am talking about!!!  Thank you so much for making my poodle skirt - I can't wait for tonight.  Now to fill all of you in....  Our church is having a 50's dinner for all the Dads and their kids for Fathers Day.  We are all supposed to come dressed in 50's gear - I however had absolutely nothing to wear - i happened to mention this to Amy on Sunday evening and she said that she could make me one.  So that she did!  :)  She and her sister and her sisters kids came over (a little crazy in the kid department - but it was fun) and Amy made me THE cutest poodle skirt ever fashioned with a glittery poodle and all!  It's absolutely wonderful!  I can't wait to wear it tonight - I am going to win that stinkin' costume contest!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again Amy - you truely are the Best!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-3419223292243740091?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3419223292243740091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=3419223292243740091' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3419223292243740091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3419223292243740091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/06/amy-is-best-in-west-i-love-her-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-4101934177711733224</id><published>2007-06-11T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T08:27:57.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Green Thumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Mothers day my aunt bought all the ladies little herbs to plant.  They were very cute - it came with a small teracotta (sp?) pot and the seeds and soil of course.  I planted them finally a couple weeks ago and thought to myself - "what a waste - they are never going to grow - not with me as the grower".  I was so wrong... I have little buds happening.  I can't remember what herb I took home - it was either Thyme or Basil or something like that - but whatever it is is growing in my kitchen.  I can't believe it!  I have a green thumb after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on that same note - Saturday - Jon and I went to the Hillsboro Farmers Market and bought 2 hanging plants  - they are gorgeous and still alive too!!!  I'm a freakin' gardener - or atleast a freakin' waterer.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - must go clean my children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-4101934177711733224?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/4101934177711733224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=4101934177711733224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/4101934177711733224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/4101934177711733224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/06/green-thumb-so-for-mothers-day-my-aunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-5093676759879481789</id><published>2007-06-05T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:35:19.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Date Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know you are probably thinking - "Oh Jon and Emily are going on a date" - but you are so mistaken... I am taking Molly on a date tonight.  We are going to go to dinner and then go over to my friends house for a little toy party.  I don't get to be with just Molly very often.  Usually if I take just one of the girls I take Charlotte because I nurse her - but tonight is my night with Molly.  I am really looking forward to it.  We will probably just go to a quick dinner - like Carl's Jr. or something - but we are going to go just the two of us and that's what's important.  Anyway - it should be a fun little night!  :)  I just hope she is a perfect angel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-5093676759879481789?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5093676759879481789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=5093676759879481789' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5093676759879481789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5093676759879481789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/06/date-night-so-i-know-you-are-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-6177875054574328993</id><published>2007-06-03T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:21:00.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;"He can't see without his glasses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly broke my glasses this morning - I just about lost it. I came downstairs from taking my showers and they they were in two pieces. I cried.... I am so bummed - I finally got them after seeing blurry and dealing with headaches for quite a while and then bam they are gone. I have the worst headache right now and I guarantee it's because of the lack of glasses. It makes me so sad and mad. Molly was so apologetic - she knew she wasn't supposed to touch them. I came down and saw them and just looked at her and said "Molly why did you break Molly's glasses?" She just started crying and saying "sorry" over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing to do is get them fixed or get new ones if they can't fix it. I don't know what to do... they weren't cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all folks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you were wondering - "he can't see without his glasses" is from My Girl.... sweet movie - it had absolutely nothing to do with my little story - but I thought it fit - I can't see without mine... nor could he - although he was dead... I am not. Enough enough enough already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-6177875054574328993?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/6177875054574328993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=6177875054574328993' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/6177875054574328993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/6177875054574328993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-cant-see-without-his-glasses-molly.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-641916879564977532</id><published>2007-05-29T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:54:27.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;A minute or two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I don't know how long my internet connection will last but I did want to say hello to all you out there!  I hope all is well.  If you didn't know we had been "borrowing" an internet connection from our neighbor who moved away a few weeks ago... I never even met them but I have to tell you that this has been the hardest transition ever.... me without internet that is - not them moving...  Anyway I know I know I am going to have to bite the big one and just get our own internet connection - but for now we are "borrowing" from a very very weak connection coming from God knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our world has been quite crazy lately.  I feel like we have had something on the calendar nearly every day if not more than one.  Just for example - this past Saturday Jon helped out at the church at 9am installing a railing - at 10am he came home so I could head over to the church for a meeting, at 11am I swapped once again with him and he went back to the church to finish helping out with the railing project.  He finally came home around 12:30pm to have lunch, shower and let me take a small nap while the girls napped too.  At 2:30pm we went to one of our elders homes for a 50th birthday party and left very quickly after we got there to go to my parents house for our weekly gathering.  It was a great day - everything went smoothly - but it was just a hectic crazy day - and that was just one of the days this weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte had her 1st birthday party last week - it was so awesome!  Thanks Sarah and Amy - what would I do without you.... we'll see - I'm throwing Molly's 2nd birthday party in about a month... it should be interesting.  Anyway - Charlotte's party was so great.  She got lots of wonderful gifts and "picked" at her cake just as Amy had hoped.  Many family and friends showed up and it was a wonderful afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I am throwing Molly's party in about a month - it's going to be Shrek themed since she is completely and udderly obsessed with Shrek - it should be very fun!  We are going to have it outdoors though because my house is just a bit too small for all of our friends and family - so park it is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... what else - oh Jon got a raise today - he had a fantastic review and got a very nice raise - he deserves all of it and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I do believe that is all for now - I do apologize that it's been so long and hopefully it wont be this long again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-641916879564977532?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/641916879564977532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=641916879564977532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/641916879564977532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/641916879564977532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/05/minute-or-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-1115039844434675709</id><published>2007-05-08T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:54.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RkCdw-1EhcI/AAAAAAAAABk/zepDXO4BwzQ/s1600-h/Princess_Fiona.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062219445989311938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RkCdw-1EhcI/AAAAAAAAABk/zepDXO4BwzQ/s200/Princess_Fiona.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L-O-W-L-I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay no more whales and sharks.... I'm on to bigger fish.... Okay maybe not bigger fish maybe just new fish or maybe just something new - cause it really has absolutely nothing to do with fish at all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.... geez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Molly is completely and udderly obsessed with Shrek 2 - she wants to watch it first thing when she wakes up and if it were up to here it would just be on repeat for the rest of the day. Of course it isn't up to her... I know I am such a mean mom - she is nearly 2 - she should be making her own decisions right? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to the Shrek nonsence - the funniest thing is that as you know there is Princess Fiona in the movie F-I-O-N-A... for whatever reason Molly insists on calling her Lauren - or as she says L-O-W-L-I-N or just L-O-W-L-I depending on the moment. I can't imagine it's because Lauren and Princess Fiona look alike - I mean come on one is green.... I don't know why she insists on calling her that but it's the same thing every day. I try repronouncing it for her but she just looks at me like - "that's what I said mom!" I tested her - I showed her a picture of Lauren while she was watching Shrek and she pronounced them both the exact same.... what a funny kid! So, I'm done trying to make her say it "correctly".... it's cute and that's enough for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-1115039844434675709?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/1115039844434675709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=1115039844434675709' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/1115039844434675709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/1115039844434675709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/05/l-o-w-l-i-okay-no-more-whales-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RkCdw-1EhcI/AAAAAAAAABk/zepDXO4BwzQ/s72-c/Princess_Fiona.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-2196413101100433159</id><published>2007-05-03T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:56.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Last one....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rjpmcu1EhTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oSJ5LOke7cw/s1600-h/huge+shark"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060469775097169202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rjpmcu1EhTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oSJ5LOke7cw/s200/huge+shark" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So for starters - here is a huge - I mean HUGE shark..... notice the size of the people walking beside it.... Jaws anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rjpmye1EhUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vr_qTaB93No/s1600-h/surfers2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RjpoB-1EhVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5r5DOw_V0l0/s1600-h/killer+whale+in+ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060471514558924114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/RjpoB-1EhVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5r5DOw_V0l0/s200/killer+whale+in+ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's actually kind of cute huh? In a killer whale kind of way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rjpmye1EhUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vr_qTaB93No/s1600-h/surfers2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060470148759323970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rjpmye1EhUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Vr_qTaB93No/s200/surfers2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley - this one is for you - notice how close those surfers are to that little guy..... he could lunge and they would be gone in a flash....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I was going to post some other ones of actual shark attack victims but I couldn't do it - it's still too much.... if you want to take a gander at some of the worst things ever - search google "shark attacks" look at the second one down - it's all the victims files and photos of bodies completely thrashed by sharks - I couldn't even look very long - it's so awful.... Oh man I'm not gonna sleep at night now.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rjpofu1EhWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6zeFCRonRvs/s1600-h/two-adelies1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060472025660032354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rjpofu1EhWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6zeFCRonRvs/s200/two-adelies1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is something to cleanse your mind if you do choose to peek at the shark attack victims - aren't they so sweet?  I'm talking about the penguins not the victims.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-2196413101100433159?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/2196413101100433159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=2196413101100433159' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/2196413101100433159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/2196413101100433159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rjpmcu1EhTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oSJ5LOke7cw/s72-c/huge+shark' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-8194309586274147499</id><published>2007-05-02T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:00:19.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And one more thing....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know this is my 3rd - yes 3rd post of the day - but I have good news... Jon got a blogger account too!! I just wanted to share that with you all. Join in on his fun - find his blog on my friends list on my page - Jon's Way of Wasting Time.... something like that! Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-8194309586274147499?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/8194309586274147499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=8194309586274147499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/8194309586274147499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/8194309586274147499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-one-more-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-3231349214112335427</id><published>2007-05-02T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:52:56.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rjkdc-1EhRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4aPBvYQFRrw/s1600-h/Shark-in-wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060108040066598162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rjkdc-1EhRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4aPBvYQFRrw/s320/Shark-in-wave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this one.... speaking of fear Ashley.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you even imagine!! There you are enjoying your day at the beach when just then you look down at the wave you are about to surf.... and bam! A Shark! Pretty cool huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rjkeeu1EhSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lp7lp3AnVf8/s1600-h/breach.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-3231349214112335427?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3231349214112335427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=3231349214112335427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3231349214112335427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3231349214112335427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/05/check-out-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MC2R948Urns/Rjkdc-1EhRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4aPBvYQFRrw/s72-c/Shark-in-wave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-4939597927535792000</id><published>2007-05-02T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T07:58:15.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Already I've failed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I said I was going to go work out last night too - but the night got away from me and now I can't work out until next week!  Way too much stuff going on each night - Wednesday Jon has Youth Group and Lauren has a game, Thursday I am going with Angela to some bachelorette party for a person I don't even know.... Friday I am leaving for the beach with my mom for the Womens retreat and then all weekend I will be gone... Monday here I come!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to Hayden's game (pat on the shoulder) which &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;early enough to go workout afterwards but when we got home Jon and I decided to tackle Molly's room - we are &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; trying to get it ready for her to sleep in her Toddler Bed - hopefully by this weekend - Jon wants to try it out while I'm gone.  Anyway, we decided to do that before we put the girls down for bed.  So we gave them a bath and played upstairs until it was 8:30pm - the girls were exhausted they normally go down before 8 - oops!.  We got the room ready though - now we have to just put the "baby proofing" stuff on - that shouldn't take long at all!!!  I'm just nervous about leaving her in there alone and able to do whatever she wants... it's kind of scary!!!  You've all met her - she's a viking!!!  That room is going to be destroyed in about 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that you have read yet another post you don't care anything about I am going to go eat some breakfast with the girls!!  Good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-4939597927535792000?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/4939597927535792000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=4939597927535792000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/4939597927535792000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/4939597927535792000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/05/already-ive-failed.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-3745537820078495469</id><published>2007-04-30T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:47:14.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm Amazing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yes you heard me right... I am amazing!!!  I worked out tonight for the first time in years!  I got off my ass and went to my parents house (Mac Gym or Gym Mac or what I like to call Club Mac or The Mac Club - doesn't it sound fancier somehow).  I worked out for about a half hour - it was awesome!  I feel so much better about having the LARGE plate of pasta I had for dinner!!!  :)  Okay I am completely aware that the little half hour workout I did did not burn off the amount of crap I had today but it's a start right??  I just have felt way too lazy lately and with a free "gym" at my finger tips I just don't have any more excuses....  I am going to head over there tomorrow night too!  I will let you know how it goes!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway that is all.... I hope you all have a fantastic Tuesday!!!  I plan on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-3745537820078495469?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/3745537820078495469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=3745537820078495469' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3745537820078495469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/3745537820078495469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-amazing-yes-you-heard-me-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-5232791244960779932</id><published>2007-04-28T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T21:09:01.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;March of Dimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome!  We will definetly get a big group together for "Molly's Marchers".  We raised nearly $300.00 and we only had like 2 weeks!  :)  The walk it self was very nice - pretty short but nice.  It was only a 3k - so just over a mile.  We had a great time though and we will join in next year as well - maybe next year we can raise $3000.00!!!  Probably not but it's nice to think big right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk our crazy day began...we took Sharon to brunch on 23rd - Besaw's - it's so yummy if you haven't been before you have to go!  We got home a little before 1pm - Jon took Molly upstairs and started working on her room - we are trying to get her room ready for her to be in her toddler bed so we can move Charlotte into the crib and out of our room... anyway I digress... so Jon and Molly were working on her room and I nursed Charlotte and put her down for a nap - I went up to help Jon and he turned me away and said - go take a nap - so I did!  :)  I slept until about 2:45pm.  I played with the girls for a little while and then went off to do bills and make a new budget.  When I was done with that I made a grocery list, cut coupons and headed out to the grocery store.  On my way there I stopped by Lauren's practice, picked up my avon and paid Sarah.  I finally made it to the grocery store and saved about $70 or $80 by going to Winco.  After Winco I stopped by Costco to get diapers and wipes but they were closed so I came home.  Jon had already put Molly down for bed and I nursed Charlotte and put her down for bed - Jon and I just ate dinner and now I am finally relaxing at 9:00pm... we are watching Triple X and I plan on laying down and not getting up for the entire movie.... just wait I'm sure one of the girls will begin crying before I can even finish posting this though.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - there is my detailed Saturday - pretty crazy huh???  Sadly they are always like that - this one was actually kind of lax compaired to the last few we've had!   Now it's truely time to relax - I have a long day tomorrow as well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-5232791244960779932?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5232791244960779932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=5232791244960779932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5232791244960779932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5232791244960779932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/04/march-of-dimes-it-was-awesome-we-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-5364039798528543326</id><published>2007-04-27T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T08:57:01.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so tired of being tired!!!  I haven't had a full nights sleep in over 2 years now.  I am just simply exhausted!!!  Coffee is my means of keeping me sane - but I think 6 cups a day is a little excessive - don't you??? &lt;br /&gt;So next weekend is our Womens Retreat for our church and I have to say that I am looking forward to it so much because I am going to be able to sleep!!!  I told Jon last night that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I was looking forward to sleeping and he looked at me like he was going to kill me.... you see he is staying home with both the girls all weekend... sleep isn't what he will be doing at all!!  I do feel bad for him - but he will be fine... I hope!!!  I am a little nervous because Charlotte is still nursing but it's really just for comfort at this point - so hopefully she will just give up and be a sweetheart for him all weekend.... Cross your fingers!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway - I need a nothing cup of coffee and the girls need a bath - they are beginning to stink... :)  Okay maybe not - my girls never stink.... :) tee hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-5364039798528543326?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/5364039798528543326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=5364039798528543326' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5364039798528543326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/5364039798528543326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-so-tired-of-being-tired-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-7013517797452869132</id><published>2007-04-25T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:16:30.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hala'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's been forever since I've posted or even checked all your blogs - I have no real good excuse - I'm just sorry... I know you've missed me!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have nothing really fantastic to tell you right now other than the fact that I am back and I will b posting more often - I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little peek into my world today - Charlotte is eating raisins on the floor and scooting around saying "ma ma" in a sweet high pitched voice. Molly is still napping - she's been asleep since just before 2pm and it's just after 4pm. Jon is on his way home I am going to start dinner in about 15 minutes - my famous sauce and pasta - yummy! I am sipping a cup of coffee and chatting with you all on this wonderful life saver called a laptop!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I have to share with you all today - other than I'll be seeing you.... or atleast writing you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-7013517797452869132?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/7013517797452869132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=7013517797452869132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/7013517797452869132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/7013517797452869132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back-sorry-its-been-forever-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-117234023232967424</id><published>2007-02-24T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T10:03:52.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>babies babies babies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look someone is either having a baby or is pregnant with babies....  Basically since our friend had her daughter Mckayla there have been babies like every 3 months.... Mckayla, Molly, Zackary, Charlotte, Jackson, Morgen, Jack, Malia.... the list goes on... now Sarah is pregnant my friend Melanie just announce she too is pregnant, and I have 3 friends that are activly trying - hopefully they get their wishes too!   All I have to say is thank god I am not one of them..... I don't think I could be this excited for everyone else if I too were sharing in all that pregnant glory.... I need a break personally - a long break....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's so exciting that our group of family and friends are just creating the most wonderfully gorgeous babies and/or adopting them.  It's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I now should get into the shower while my 2 gorgeous babes are fast asleep!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-117234023232967424?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/117234023232967424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=117234023232967424' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/117234023232967424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/117234023232967424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/02/babies-babies-babies.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-117104583197101031</id><published>2007-02-09T10:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:30:31.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so excited!  Jon and I are going on our second date since having Charlotte tonight.  We are going to a movie and dinner and Jons mom and dad are going to babysit for us.  I am so happy!  :)  We are going to go see Pans Labrynth (sp?).  I've heard all y'all talking about it and we just have to go see it.  We had to decide between that and the new Hannibal Rising movie.... but we decided on Pans! &lt;br /&gt;That's it - I just had to share my happiness with all y'all (yes I did it again - I had to - it just fit in so nicely)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-117104583197101031?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/117104583197101031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=117104583197101031' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/117104583197101031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/117104583197101031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-so-excited-jon-and-i-are-going-on_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-117104583139714378</id><published>2007-02-09T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:30:31.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so excited!  Jon and I are going on our second date since having Charlotte tonight.  We are going to a movie and dinner and Jons mom and dad are going to babysit for us.  I am so happy!  :)  We are going to go see Pans Labrynth (sp?).  I've heard all y'all talking about it and we just have to go see it.  We had to decide between that and the new Hannibal Rising movie.... but we decided on Pans! &lt;br /&gt;That's it - I just had to share my happiness with all y'all (yes I did it again - I had to - it just fit in so nicely)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-117104583139714378?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/117104583139714378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=117104583139714378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/117104583139714378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/117104583139714378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-so-excited-jon-and-i-are-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-117017862813199499</id><published>2007-01-30T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:37:08.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have a Madonna fan on my hands! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly was in the kitchen playing with in the cupboard I let her into (it's the tupperware cupboard) and on the tv was a commercial for Madonnas next concert - Molly came running from the kitchen and then started dancing in front of the tv until the commercial was over.  Then she looked at me like - "Mom why did you stop that fantastic music?" and then walked back into the kitchen and continued playing.  Picture Molly in her diaper and her pigtales from yesterday dancing to Madonna like she was at the club... too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all my friends - thought you would enjoy that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait before I leave you - Molly just pulled my shirt down and said "bebes" then pointed to her own chest and said "maey bebes".  And for any of you toddler illiterate that would be "boobies" and "Molly's boobies"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-117017862813199499?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/117017862813199499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=117017862813199499' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/117017862813199499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/117017862813199499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-i-have-madonna-fan-on-my-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-117008867436411735</id><published>2007-01-29T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T08:37:54.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Molly is a booger!  She woke up 8 times last night!  We put her to bed a little after 8 o'clock (her normal bedtime) and promptly woke at 11:30, 12:30, 1:15, 2:30, 5:20, 6:00, 7:00 and then finally at 7:45 I gave in and we got up.  Now she is in a terrible mood (I would be too if I basically didn't get any sleep) and is walking around just randomly crying.  I just put her in her high chair where she is eating one cheerio at a time and then looks at me like she is going to just burst into tears.  Meanwhile Charlotte is sitting in her little chair and is screaming her happy screams and pooping!  Yippie!  She just had some green beans, a part of a banana and a cracker.  What a cow!  I am sitting here with the laptop between the girls wishing I could just go back to sleep!  Bummer - it's not gonna happen!  Now I must go change a poopy diaper and DEAL with Molly and her constant crying.....  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-117008867436411735?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/117008867436411735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=117008867436411735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/117008867436411735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/117008867436411735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/01/molly-is-booger-she-woke-up-8-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116961072856892199</id><published>2007-01-23T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:51:25.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so giddy right now! I don't have any other excuse than the fact that the new Gilmore Girls is on in like 10 minutes. I can't wait. I was really feeling neglected the last month or whatever it was that it was not on. :) Now it's time for my Gilmore fix! Whoot Whoot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116961072856892199?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116961072856892199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116961072856892199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116961072856892199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116961072856892199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-so-giddy-right-now-i-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116898662268199668</id><published>2007-01-16T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T14:30:22.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay does anyone else have a strange thing about keeping the snow in front of your house perfect?  Let me go into this a bit further.  So this morning I wake up and there are 5 feet prints from my neighbors house to his car and then the tracks from his car - that is it - everything else is pristine and wonderful!  Then our neighbor comes home and there are more tracks and then his kid and other neighbor kids have been playing in the snow right out in front of our house and other than the small little lawn I have everything is all yucky all the way down the street!  Oh and there is some old guy riding his little 4 wheeler around the neighborhood and he keeps going down our street and making it less and less fantastic!  I love the snow - but I hate when it looks messy - which it does now and I haven't even stepped out side yet!!  Oh well - why am I such a freak??  When Jon comes home - we will go build a snowman out front and then it will really be ruined!!!  :) &lt;br /&gt;You know what's funny - I have to admit that I've been known to thrash others yards when I was younger just so mine would stay nice and fresh looking.... I feel like doing that now!! :)  Anyway my OCD has come out a bit today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful snow day!  Go thrash your neighbors yards!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116898662268199668?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116898662268199668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116898662268199668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116898662268199668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116898662268199668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-does-anyone-else-have-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116888260630818463</id><published>2007-01-15T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T14:23:02.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a new sister.... kind of! Josh (Jon's brother) just married the deaf Russian! Can you believe it?? I mean this whole time I knew it was a possibility - but now it's real! They are married! It was a beautiful ceremony - candle lit and very intimate! At first I was thinking how are they going to do this - she can't hear the pastor.... but they thought of everything - they had an interpreter from their church there signing to Lyudmila. It really was quite lovely. I'm happy they just did it. The whole big wedding thing just wasn't coming along - too many opinions and too many people to invite. They are thinking of having a reception sometime in March for everyone - about 500 people. I can't imagine 500 people actually showing but we'll see! So if you can think of any place not too expensive to hold 500 bodies let me know so I can shoot that sugestion their way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116888260630818463?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116888260630818463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116888260630818463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116888260630818463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116888260630818463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-new-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116871056998703806</id><published>2007-01-13T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T09:49:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So for any of you out there wishing you had kids or wanting to get pregnant.... I just have  a little story for you!  So last night we were at Sarah and Josh's house  for Amy's birthday party (a surprise sort of) with the kids but Jon and I had to come seperately because Molly was still sleeping and we were already running late.  So, Charlotte and I drove over with all the food and stuff and Jon came later with the sleepy Molly.  Aparently she woke only about 5 minutes after I left because Jon arrived shortly after I did.  Anyway - so the evening started out with a bang - no literally a bang.... Molly fell into the dog's water dish spilling it over the entire kitchen and even into the living room - thank god they have wood floors..... So after standing over Sarah while she cleaned up we were off... Molly minus pants and socks and shoes because they all got soaked and I forgot to bring a second pair of clothes or their pj's - but we figured with the onesie and a sweatshirt - our ride home shouldn't be too bad.....  So the party begun - Amy was "surprised" to see us, we ate lots of yummy food and played a rousing game of pictionary.  Jon and I had to switch off who was holding Charlotte because she wanted to be held - but you can't draw and hold a baby at the same time - so the switching off happened during the game.  Molly continued to scare pour little Ella the entire night - she wanted to play but Eloise did not!  So twice during the game of pictionary Molly locked herself in the bathroom downstairs (not sure how the door continued being opened but it was).  Once she locked herself and Eloise in the bathroom - I didn't hear either of the girls and couldn't see them - then quitely from a distance I heard some crying... sure enough there they were in the bathroom, lights out and all alone.  We really are good parents - but if you judged it on last nights events you would assume we neglect our children like crazy - I swear we don't!!!!!  So the evening went on and other than some whining here and there it was going splended.  It was pretty late but we wanted to play one more game of pictionary before we left.  We were only about 4 drawings into it when MOLLY HAPPENED AGAIN!  This time she decided to try some wine.  Amy had put her wine (out of reach) on the CD cases and Molly decided she was thirsty apparently.  Down came the wine - all over Molly and all over the hard wood floors.  Molly inhaled about half the cup and was crying after catching her breath.  She had wine in her hair, up her nose, in her eyes and down her throat!  So after cleaning up Molly, and a group cleaning up the floor we were back to the game - Molly now running about in just her diaper (White trash?).&lt;br /&gt;  Considering the temperature was about 24 degrees outside - Jon decided to start the car while we packed up our crap!  After about 20 minutes of getting the girls bundled up and gathering up the Powell mess - we took off in our seperate cars to come home.  Charlotte passed out before we left the neighborhood but Molly stayed awake and wanted me to hold her foot the whole way home - which was fine with me because it was bare and so cute!!! :)  We got home and Charlotte was still sleeping and as Jon put Molly in some pjs I fixed a bottle for her and she went down for bed - this is about 11:00pm or so.  She fell right to sleep and I got myself ready for bed, Jon popped in a movie downstairs, Charlotte woke I fed her and we were off to bed.... it was about midnight when I finally went upstairs.  Jon wasn't really tired so he watched his movie and came to bed about an hour and a half later..... At about 2am Molly wakes screaming and Charlotte wanted to eat - Jon got up with Molly - got her a new bottle and changed her diaper laid her down and she was quite for about 20 minutes and then back to screaming.  Jon went in and plugged her - she was then quite for about an hour, then back to crying again.  Jon went in to make sure she was ok and replugged her and laid her back down and left the room - she was still crying - after about 10 minutes of that Jon gave up and brought her downstairs - she wanted nothing to do with that.... Jon laid her back down and came to bed.  she was quite again for about an hour and then it began again - finally around 4:30am Jon gave up and brought her downstairs where she too gave up and finally fell asleep.  I don't know when or how but aparently she somehow got out of Jons arms while they were sleeping on the couch and got into the bathroom downstairs and decided to shred toilet paper all over the living room and remove some of Mommy's personal items... NICE!  So after Charlotte and I came downstairs - cleaned up and made some coffee I realized Charlotte was poopy.... Poopy isn't really the word for it.... she was covered in poop!  She had it from her neck down and all over her arms and even a bit in her armpits - it was lovley!  I stripped her down and Jon gave her a bath while I started some laundry - you can't let the poop sit - it solidifies and becomes a stain!  It is now 9:40am and I am just now having my cup of coffee and in about 10 minutes I have to go do bills, take a shower and then head over to my inlaws where I am going to help clean and "decorate" for a "wedding"!  Oh isn't my life fantastic! &lt;br /&gt;So after hearing all our fun if you still want a baby go for it - but this is what you have to look forward to!!! &lt;br /&gt;That is all!  Have a good morning/afternoon/evening (whatever time it is when you read this)!  Hopefully no more FUN happens for us today!  I don't know that I can take more! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116871056998703806?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116871056998703806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116871056998703806' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116871056998703806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116871056998703806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-for-any-of-you-out-there-wishing.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116848217022102091</id><published>2007-01-10T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:22:50.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Amy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have to say! &lt;br /&gt;I hope you have/had a wonderful birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116848217022102091?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116848217022102091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116848217022102091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116848217022102091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116848217022102091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-amy-that-is-all-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116794372168492423</id><published>2007-01-04T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:48:41.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had to share how strange my new neighbors are.... every day she comes home for lunch around noon with her son.  Almost 3-4 times a week her mom and dad show up about 15 minutes before and enter the house - they must have a key.   They have lunch together and leave.  They never seem happy to see each other and after she gets her son back in the car - she zooms back off to work.  It doesn't sound that strange when I'm writing it - but really it kind of eeps me out a bit.  Some days her parents will just show up with her son and they play for a while in the house and then they leave.  Do they not have a house of their own to take him to??  Why do they meet for lunch so often?  anyway - enough about them....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116794372168492423?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116794372168492423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116794372168492423' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116794372168492423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116794372168492423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-had-to-share-how-strange-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116784343927741242</id><published>2007-01-03T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T08:57:19.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so jealous!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors just bought a big beautiful house - a 4 bedroom 3 bath with a large kitchen and a huge backyard.  It's in that nice neighborhood across from Century High School.  It is absolutely gorgeous!!!  They were showing me pictures of it last night and all I could do was think of how jealous I was.  I am happy for them of course - but still!!!  Just thought I would share that with all ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I had the strangest dream!  I would love to know where dreams actually come from.  I dreamt that my dad was the high school cheerleading coach and that I was trying out for the team and he assured me I would make it up until the day before we started - he posted the girls that made the team and the reasons of why the others didn't make it.  Next to my name it said - "NOT PRETTY ENOUGH".  I was so devestated.  Then after fighting with him and yelling at him and my mom and my friends - I found a wad of hundred dollar bills.  Not sure where that fits in - but it did in my dream.  After finding the wad of hundred dollar bills (by the way this was a stack about as big as a Red Robin Burger with all the fixin's) I figured out what my dad meant by not being pretty enough..... I realized that my nails needed to be trimmed - so I bit them off and spit them out - I couldn't seem to get the peices out though - it was so strange - I kept spitting and more kept coming out - mouth fulls.  It was disgusting!!!!  It actually makes me want to vomit right now!  After I finally got all the nails out of my mouth I tackled my "boyfriend" who is an ex boyfriend from college - I haven't thought of him in years..... Right as we started to kiss I woke up to my true reality!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams.... so strange - yet so awesome.  I actually really like to dream - it allows me to live a bunch of different lives when I sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116784343927741242?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116784343927741242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116784343927741242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116784343927741242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116784343927741242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-so-jealous-my-neighbors-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116681236380093748</id><published>2006-12-22T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T10:32:43.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14 cats....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I am watching Rachael Ray right now and she just said that her mom has 14 cats - all I can think of is stinky.... seriusly one cat - ok, maybe even 2 - but I think anyone that has more than that just needs more enjoyment in their life.  14 cats.... ewe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and apparently the myth that pointsedias are poisonous to humans and cats is false - apparently you would have to eat somehting like 500 leaves for a toddler to be sick - so 'phew' you don't have to worry about that anymore because I know you all have been sleepless worrying about that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Rachael Ray - without you I would be nowhere!!!  Or maybe I wouldn't be sitting in front of the tv at 10:30am - maybe my kitchen would be clean and I would be showered.... nah I would just find something else to watch.... who wants cleansliness when you can have filth and tv!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116681236380093748?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116681236380093748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116681236380093748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116681236380093748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116681236380093748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/12/14-cats.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116673975645476900</id><published>2006-12-21T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:22:36.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 days and counting!!!  I can't believe it's nearly Christmas time.  It makes me so excited like I'm a little kid again!  I feel giddy around this time of year.  I still go to bed with a little bit of me that believes Santa is coming while I'm sleeping and that I can't get out of bed until the morning.   I am excited to leave cookies and milk for Santa or whatever we might have on hand.... I think Santa might like the 100 calorie packs of cookies - actually he is going to have to like that and some non fat milk - cause darn it I've worked hard to lose 36 pounds and that WILL NOT come back just cause Santa wants some fatty fat fat fat!  :)  Sorry for the rant!  Anyway - I can't wait until that morning to see Molly's eyes with her new gifts - it will be even more fun next year when Charlie gets it too.  It's really going to be wonderful when Molly opens her gifts and does her "ooo" it's gonna be great!  Can't you all just see it now - opening her baby stroller from Jon and me and going "ooo" and then pushing it around the living room until we leave to go to mom and dads where she will open more fun stuff.... I can't wait!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I should leave this and get back to my girls - Molly is ready for a nap and she needs her rest... Christmas is only 4 days away!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116673975645476900?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116673975645476900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116673975645476900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116673975645476900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116673975645476900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/12/4-days-and-counting-i-cant-believe-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116658458147112784</id><published>2006-12-19T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T19:16:21.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a long time.  I feel like I've completely neglected my ability to rant on unimportant things.... well that time is over - I am back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I decided I wasn't going to leave the house - because the last week or two or ten I have been so busy that I have neglected to do certain things around the house!  So I decided that if I didn't do my hair and make up that I wouldn't leave the house... however what that ended up doing was making me feel extremely lazy and instead of leaving the house I ended up just sitting around all day and doing nothing..... I took a shower at like 11:00am and got dressed - but other than that I didn't do anything....  I took care of my kids and all but they didn't even get dressed today - I gave them a bath and they hung out in their diapers for the rest of the day!  I just had no energy to do anything!  I didn't even get any of the things I wanted to get done around the house!  Oh well I think I needed this day to just relax!  I even got to take a nap this afternoon - something I haven't been able to do in so long!  It was quite nice!  Now tomorrow - I have to get stuff done... laundry is my number one concern!  I have about 5 loads sitting in my hall upstairs - if you've ever seen my hall you would know that there isn't enough room for 5 loads of laundry probably not even enough for 2 loads really.... not if you want enough room to walk  - so you can just imagine what it looks like!!!  I also have about 4 loads to fold in my bedroom - I just keep piling them in Charlotte's bassinett (she doesn't sleep in it anymore because she is so large and in charge!)....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am done ranting about my lame excuse for a day now....  Tomorrow I will get stuff done! Yeah right - I will probably end up going shopping or something like that.... I mean come on... it's Christmas time!!!  Who wants to do laundry when I could be out in the crazy ass stores with all the crazy ass people doing their last minute shopping.... actually now that I say that out load (or type it) I realize laundry doesn't sound so bad after all... honestly all I want to do is sit in front of a fire with hot cup of coffee and book - but seeing that I don't have a fire place or a book I'm reading nor the time in the day to read it... I suppose I will just have to have the coffee - which doesn't sound too bad alone!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Well I should probably get back to my family - we are watching Harry Potter with Lauren and Hayden!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116658458147112784?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116658458147112784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116658458147112784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116658458147112784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116658458147112784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-havent-blogged-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116496208313910227</id><published>2006-12-01T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:34:43.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tonight I put up a slide show of Molly when she was in the NICU on my myspace page.  I forgot how small she was and what a hard time this was in my life and everyones that was close to me.  I am so happy that that time is over and Molly is strong and healthy.  I just wanted to post a picture of her so you could all remember that time too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o45/emily_powell/mommyandmolly2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Molly - this was the first time I held her since I had delivered her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o45/emily_powell/sunglasses2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o45/emily_powell/teenybaby5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116496208313910227?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116496208313910227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116496208313910227' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116496208313910227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116496208313910227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-tonight-i-put-up-slide-show-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116417381032539850</id><published>2006-11-21T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:36:50.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blog Already.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I just realized that I have been getting on this thing almost every day in hopes that you all would post something new and getting disappointed every time there wasn't - and then I would sign off and get sad.... then I realized that I hadn't posted anything new either..... ooopps!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course today however there were a few new ones out there and that made me happy!  If you could see me now you would see that I am much happier... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now for the reason for this blog....&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is just 2 days away and I just realized it.  I mean I knew it was coming and everything but tomorrow is Wednesday and then Turkey day.... I just hadn't actually put it together in my head.  Jon and the girls and I just went shopping at Fred Meyer to get the stuff to make a Green Bean Casserole (I'm taking one to the Powell's and the Mac's) and the place was a-hoppin'.  People were cutting in line and swerving through the isles (to get what I don't know...).  There was even a very fat lady in one of those motorized carts taking up the entire isle and angry at every person that asked her to move - we stayed clear of that one.  So we got our stuff and we ourselves were in no hurry at all  - so we just walked around the store and watched the craziness before us.  It wasn't all that bad - but it was still very obvious that there was a holiday coming up - and that is when it hit me.... Thanksgiving is in 2 days.....  Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;I just thought you would all like to know that it is in 2 days - just in case you were like me and forgot or just didn't care to actually put it together....&lt;br /&gt;THANKSGIVING IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO EAT SOME TURKEY (not you Ashley), MASHED POTATOES AND GRAVY, GREEN BEAN CASSEROLES, SWEET POTATOES, CRANBERRY SAUCE, ROLLS, SALADS (if you want to waste space on the plate), AND OF COURSE PIE - LOTS AND LOTS OF PIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY ALL AND HAPPY TURKEY DAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116417381032539850?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116417381032539850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116417381032539850' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116417381032539850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116417381032539850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116376788654511724</id><published>2006-11-17T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T04:51:26.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4:27am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's 4:27am and I am just sitting here not able to sleep.  I've been awake for almost 2 hours now and finally gave up trying to sleep for a little while and came downstairs to tire myself on the computer.  I hate when I can't sleep.  I ended up just lying there thinking about everything that is "wrong" with my life.  I started thinking about friends I haven't seen, past relationships, my weight, money, tv shows I have or haven't seen, Jon, Molly, Charlotte..... I just couldn't stop my brain from going.  Then my stomach started to hurt and I had to pee - so I finished feeding Charlotte and went to the bathroom - that is when I decided I needed to just come down to the good ol' laptop!  I knew that I could just post away any topics that were on my mind - however by the time I got down here - nothing cool was in my head anymore..... So instead of writing my amazing thoughts down - I am writing this..... NOTHING!!!  I hope you all enjoy my blurbs about absolutely nothing.  I plan on writing until I a. get a soar wrist or b. I fall asleep face first into the computer or c. just give up trying to be clever/funny or whatever you might call it and just go to sleep.  I wish there was a magic pill I could take that would just knock me out.... oh wait there are.... however I can't take them.... I still have to be a mom in the morning - that probably wouldn't fly if I slept the entire day while Molly and Charlotte are screaming..... In fact I think there are women that go to jail for such awfulness.... or atleast I would imagine their children would be taken from them.... Oh to be white trash!!! &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of white trash.... I had a dream that I had married one of  the guys I dated while I was in college.... that was an interesting dream - I had 4 kids (all boys) and they were dirty and short and mean - just like their dad.... it was terrible.... then I woke up and looked next to me - there was my adorably clean baby girl and my clean, nice and tall husband and I knew that life was good!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I am starting to get tired - I just took a long pause and stared into no where.... maybe that means I am actually getting sleepy.... where are the poppies when I need them!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did you all know that my ex-boyfriend Ben works at the 24 hour fitness right by my house - now if I were to decide to ever work out I couldn't (atleast not there) because how weird and uncomfortable would that be to work out infront of him.... seriously.... now I will never get to build that perfect physique!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I took a very long pause that time.... like 2 minutes!!! :)  I think I am going to end this thing and play some online games until my eyes begin to shut....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all.... or good morning!  depending on wether or not I actually get back to sleep!  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116376788654511724?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116376788654511724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116376788654511724' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116376788654511724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116376788654511724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/11/427am-okay-its-427am-and-i-am-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116374519114086394</id><published>2006-11-16T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:33:11.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Windshield Wipers.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I have to ask all you ladies out there... are your husbands/boyfriends/friends completely retarded when it comes to their wipers in the car?  Jon thinks he is too cool (I am convinced) to use his wipers....  Like it makes him a stronger man when he just attempts to look through the wet glass....  It drives me absolutely insane.  I have to ask him to turn them on - then once they are on - it's as though he doesn't know how to adjust them or even turn them off.  It's rediculous!  You should take a little drive in the country with him some time.... on a rainy day.... wait no better yet - how about a rainy night.  The guy is not only wiperaphobic - he is also against his brights.... I kid you not.... he doesn't use his brights unless I remind him or tell him to.  It's so awful riding with him.  When we were first dating I was afraid to ask - and now I basically tell him if he doesn't I am going to drive....&lt;br /&gt;I know that he isn't the only one because Angela and I were talking about it the other day and aparently Zack is the same way.  I was just curious if any of the men in your life are like this?  Are they too cool to use their wipers and brights too????&lt;br /&gt;Oh men drive me nuts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116374519114086394?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116374519114086394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116374519114086394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116374519114086394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116374519114086394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/11/windshield-wipers.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116354777257871473</id><published>2006-11-14T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:42:52.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Date Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Jon and I are going on our first date since we had Charlotte.  I am so excited!!!  We are going to just go see a movie (Saw III) - but it will be fun.  I can't leave Charlotte for more than 2 hours so that is the best movie for us to go see - it's only like an hour and 45 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I am very excited and just wanted to quickly share it with you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful night too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116354777257871473?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116354777257871473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116354777257871473' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116354777257871473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116354777257871473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/11/date-night-tonight-jon-and-i-are-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116321046196409806</id><published>2006-11-10T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:01:01.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our long week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this has been a very long week.  I think the only reason however is because all 4 of us in the Powell house are sick (no thanks to the Geniza family - you would have to know them to understand why it's their fault).  I started feeling yucky Monday evening and then Charlotte got it Tuesday afternoon, Molly Wednesday morning and Jon Wednesday night.  Basically this house is the war zone of nasty colds.... but we are fighting and winning thanks to Nyquil, Dayquil, cough drops and lots of suction devices for the girls....  I am finally feeling better today (in fact so much so that I even got completely ready - first time this week to do both hair and makeup and we even left the house and went shopping with my mom, Haley, Sarah and Lauren and Hayden....).  I think we are at the tail end of this nasty cold!!!  Anyway I just thought you would all like to know how the Powell house has been holding up!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116321046196409806?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116321046196409806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116321046196409806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116321046196409806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116321046196409806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/11/our-long-week-so-this-has-been-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116293634693253733</id><published>2006-11-07T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T13:52:26.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Finally Happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we all going to do?  It's so sad.... yes you know what I'm talking about.... it's probably the worst thing that could have happened to our nation....  Grab a tissue before you read further..... it's going to break your heart.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Britney Spears and Kevin Federline (K Fed) are getting a divorce.   Britney filed for a divorce this morning....  Blah blah blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone actually think these 2 would last?  Duh!  Seriously!  Can you believe it's made news and I suppose what's worse is that I'm wasting my time writing about them in my blog... but I just had to share this heart breaking news to you all!!!   I hope you all recover well!  Take a minute or 2 - heck take the day off if necessary... just remember to breath!  I'm here if you need me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116293634693253733?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116293634693253733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116293634693253733' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116293634693253733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116293634693253733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-finally-happened-what-are-we-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116279422294755966</id><published>2006-11-05T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:23:42.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BREAKING NEWS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.7 Earthquake centered in Downtown Portland this evening!!!  Oh no!!! &lt;br /&gt;So Jon and I just finished watching brokeback mountain and when we turned it off we turned it to the news... and it's "breaking news" a 2.7 earthquake "hit" in downtown portland.  People were calling in and saying they felt it and all that jazz... anyone that has ever actually been in an earthquake that is more than a 5 or 6 point something knows that a 2.7 is just a pansy excuse for an earthquake......  Us California raised chilins would know that does not qualify to be called an earthquake.... seriously!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just had to share this with you because when I saw this I just couldn't control my laughter.... I nearly woke Charlotte (who was asleep in my arms at the time).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch out - trees might be down because of the "earthquake" and flooding might be a problem due to the massive quake we just had!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116279422294755966?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116279422294755966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116279422294755966' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116279422294755966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116279422294755966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/11/breaking-news-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116260342605036492</id><published>2006-11-03T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:23:46.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/4081/1600/Charlie%20and%20her%20belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2064/4081/320/Charlie%20and%20her%20belly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought you all would enjoy this one!!! Will you look at that belly... oh it makes me want to eat her!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;I hope this puts a happy face on you during this rainy rainy rainy weekend!!!  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116260342605036492?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116260342605036492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116260342605036492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116260342605036492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116260342605036492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-thought-you-all-would-enjoy-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116252061366164417</id><published>2006-11-02T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:23:33.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o45/emily_powell/PaintedPumpkinFairy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my friend is the cutest little Pumpkin Fairy on this entire planet.... Don't you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116252061366164417?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116252061366164417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116252061366164417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116252061366164417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116252061366164417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-my-friend-is-cutest-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116201773588795226</id><published>2006-10-27T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T13:02:33.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Future Cheerleader......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Liberty/HilHi football game tonight (we left before it was over.... sorry no score for you). Molly didn't want to sit for more than a couple minutes at a time - we tried passing her around between Jon, Mom, Dad and myself - but it didn't last for very long.... anyway finally Jon decided to walk around with her - all she did was pace back and forth between the cheerleaders and the end of the stands. Finally she realized that those cheerleaders were singing and dancing.... she walked over to them stared for about 2 full minutes then joined in..... She sat there dancing and bouncing up and down - I am not kidding when I say that half the kids in the stands were watching her instead of the game! Ask Haley and Ashlea they were there and watching her - it was just too cute for words - where is a camera when you need one!!!! Seriously Jon and I were laughing so hard I almost dropped Charlotte and almost peed my pants.... good thing I have a little self control or I would have wet myself in front of a ton of little high schoolers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thought you would like to know what Molly was up to today!! I can't wait until Charlotte is dancing and bouncing too!!! Oh my girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116201773588795226?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116201773588795226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116201773588795226' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116201773588795226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116201773588795226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/10/future-cheerleader.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116192782152157968</id><published>2006-10-26T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:43:41.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I got home from Sarah's house tonight and Jon peaked open the door and shhhhed me as I got out of the car.... I said is Molly sleeping?  He said yes.... aparently she fell asleep in her high chair while eating an apple.  She was so stinkin' cute.  She was asleep and holding her apple like it was her baby....  I have never seen something so cute in my life!!! She slept like that for over a half an hour.... What a sweetheart!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116192782152157968?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116192782152157968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116192782152157968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116192782152157968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116192782152157968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-i-got-home-from-sarahs-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116173421329240736</id><published>2006-10-24T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:56:53.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So at this very minute my two gorgeous daughters are growling like little monsters - Charlotte is attacking a toy and making such wonderfully deep growling noises and Molly is sitting in her high chair eating a Dora popsicle and swirling it all over the tray and growling too.... I feel like I should be growling along with them - but instead I chose to write about it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116173421329240736?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116173421329240736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116173421329240736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116173421329240736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116173421329240736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-at-this-very-minute-my-two-gorgeous.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36513039.post-116165644864501609</id><published>2006-10-23T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:20:48.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so today was my first day to join in on the blogging world - up until today I hadn't even really touched a computer other than to do bills for about a year and a half.  Jon decided to bring home a laptop from work and I can't get enough of it - it's a bit like crack!!! &lt;br /&gt;I have to admit to something else too... I joined the MySpace world as well... that is addicting too.... even though I have no clue what I am doing or how to find anything - I feel like i have to keep checking in on it.... Have any of you ever felt like that before?&lt;br /&gt;Well I should go and make sure my family isn't falling apart....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36513039-116165644864501609?l=emilypowell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/feeds/116165644864501609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36513039&amp;postID=116165644864501609' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116165644864501609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36513039/posts/default/116165644864501609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilypowell.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-so-today-was-my-first-day-to-join.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13113856412562418175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
