<?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-418828160486927513</id><updated>2011-12-10T19:03:45.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-2053003819615910245</id><published>2008-08-19T17:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:04:18.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropical Storm Fay clip 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/bHaFcm4oMpI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/bHaFcm4oMpI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I sent every one links I just was trying something new.&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/418828160486927513-2053003819615910245?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/2053003819615910245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=2053003819615910245' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2053003819615910245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2053003819615910245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2008/08/tropical-storm-fay-clip-2.html' title='Tropical Storm Fay clip 2'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-2143439792773181907</id><published>2008-06-06T05:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T06:10:44.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The official Daytona 500 pace car. I will get a better picture of it soon. It sits at a gas station up the road from us.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SEkIt5CTyXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fWpdAy3BV4s/s1600-h/Daytona+500+offical+pace+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208704028528331122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SEkIt5CTyXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fWpdAy3BV4s/s400/Daytona+500+offical+pace+car.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Miranda's day care program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SEkIujx8RLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/XhzQQUL3in4/s1600-h/Miranda+at+day+care+program.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208704040002405554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SEkIujx8RLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/XhzQQUL3in4/s400/Miranda+at+day+care+program.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah fell asleep watching TV. I had to get pictures it was to funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SEkIu8fNOeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xxWb1nVOGRE/s1600-h/Sarah+fell+asleep+watching+TV.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208704046634711522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SEkIu8fNOeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xxWb1nVOGRE/s400/Sarah+fell+asleep+watching+TV.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SEkIvRZRAhI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/eeVg4Mll3lI/s1600-h/Sarah+fell+asleep+watching+TV+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208704052246938130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SEkIvRZRAhI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/eeVg4Mll3lI/s400/Sarah+fell+asleep+watching+TV+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Truck with balls. I pass this truck almost everyday after work when I pick up the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SEkIwGAvf-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/YYnI_LYXi7I/s1600-h/Truck+with+balls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208704066371157986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SEkIwGAvf-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/YYnI_LYXi7I/s400/Truck+with+balls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Miranda's day care program last night. It was great. She looked and looked until she found me. I thought I would share her wonderful singing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fdd9abb240b8ac89" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfdd9abb240b8ac89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330327672%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6158E729F5F2716BB7B6DAC1D5FE0FEB9967C395.5256ADDC833A50E5E6B649AC72F4409127D0DB6F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfdd9abb240b8ac89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dmy7rXGXGyofO0d88wd3uDz2K5-0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfdd9abb240b8ac89%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330327672%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6158E729F5F2716BB7B6DAC1D5FE0FEB9967C395.5256ADDC833A50E5E6B649AC72F4409127D0DB6F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfdd9abb240b8ac89%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dmy7rXGXGyofO0d88wd3uDz2K5-0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was tagged by my sis Brandee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I have trouble getting around in the morning if I don't have my coffee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.I really like the sit come &lt;a href="http://www.groundedforlife.com/main.html"&gt;Grounded for life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.I really like chocolate covered raisins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I hardly ever have to cut my fingernails. They break or just look freakishly long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I get up early in the morning and do my house work. &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/418828160486927513-2143439792773181907?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f4715cc1c0aa932&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fdd9abb240b8ac89&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/2143439792773181907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=2143439792773181907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2143439792773181907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2143439792773181907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2008/06/official-daytona-500-pace-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SEkIt5CTyXI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fWpdAy3BV4s/s72-c/Daytona+500+offical+pace+car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-2389610391892156567</id><published>2008-05-16T17:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:00:35.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting HOT</title><content type='html'>This is the back of Coleman and Sarah's school. I really like the flowering tree. Things are so different down here. Yesterday I was driving to the store and out of know where two green with a little yellow parrots flew in front of my car and I almost hit them. Sarah told me two days before that that she saw some green parrots on her way to school. How cool. I'm tring to get use to the heat but it is hard. It's bad when you have to run the air in your car on the way to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SC4B1ejDdxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FURPIwGbNoM/s1600-h/The+back+of+the+kids+school.+with+a+flowering+tree..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201096637904287506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SC4B1ejDdxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FURPIwGbNoM/s400/The+back+of+the+kids+school.+with+a+flowering+tree..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of the play ground at Miranda's day care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SC4B1-jDdyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HSi30bugFFQ/s1600-h/the+play+ground+at+Miranda%27s+day+care.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201096646494222114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SC4B1-jDdyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HSi30bugFFQ/s400/the+play+ground+at+Miranda%27s+day+care.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are trolley's that pick up the elderly and take them to appointments, the store, here and there. I have been tring to get a picture of one for a couple weeks and lucked out to day after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SC4B2ujDdzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/GtS8lB2LHvU/s1600-h/The+elderly+trolley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201096659379124018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SC4B2ujDdzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/GtS8lB2LHvU/s400/The+elderly+trolley.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-2389610391892156567?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/2389610391892156567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=2389610391892156567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2389610391892156567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2389610391892156567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-getting-hot.html' title='It&apos;s getting HOT'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SC4B1ejDdxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FURPIwGbNoM/s72-c/The+back+of+the+kids+school.+with+a+flowering+tree..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-7395664155347925348</id><published>2008-05-10T18:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:52:32.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SCYlqex3Y_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/ePYMT0GJVVg/s1600-h/20050508_MothersDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198884231592764402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SCYlqex3Y_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/ePYMT0GJVVg/s320/20050508_MothersDay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother's day humor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate the Mother's Day to show honor and respect to one of the most influential persons in our lives. We all have spent most formative years of our lives with our mothers and shared all joy and sorrows. Such is the greatness of our mom that she always tries to make us feel happy even in times of distress. This occasion of Mother's Day would become more enjoyable if we add some flavor of humor to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hand that rocks the cradle usually is attached to someone who isn't getting enough sleep."- John Fiebig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to be the ideal mother, but I'm too busy raising my kids."- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother of three notoriously unruly youngsters was asked whether or not she'd have children if she had it to do over again. "Yes," she replied. "But not the same ones."- David Finkelstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy forgot his lines in a Sunday school presentation. His mother was in the front row to prompt him. She gestured and formed the words silently with her lips, but it did not help. Her son's memory was blank. Finally, she leaned forward and whispered the cue, "I am the light of the world." The child beamed and with great feeling and a loud clear voice said, "My mother is the light of the world." - Bits and Pieces, 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher gave her class of second graders a lesson on the magnet and what it does. The next day in a written test, she included this question: "My full name has six letters. The first one is M. I pick up things. What am I?" When the test papers were turned in, the teacher was astonished to find that almost 50 percent of the students answered the question with the word Mother- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother in different languages&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French - Mere&lt;br /&gt;German - Mutter&lt;br /&gt;Hindi - Maji&lt;br /&gt;Urdu - Ammee&lt;br /&gt;English - Mom, Mummy, Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Italian - Madre&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese - Mãe&lt;br /&gt;Albanian - Mëmë; Nënë; Burim; Kryemurgeshë&lt;br /&gt;Belarusan - Matka&lt;br /&gt;Cebuano - Inahan; Nanay&lt;br /&gt;Serbian - Majka&lt;br /&gt;Czech - Abatyse&lt;br /&gt;Dutch - Moeder; Moer&lt;br /&gt;Estonian - Ema&lt;br /&gt;Frisian - Emo, Emä, Kantaäiti, Äiti&lt;br /&gt;Greek - Màna&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian - Makuahine&lt;br /&gt;Hungarian - Anya, Fu&lt;br /&gt;Ilongo - Iloy; Nanay; Nay&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian - Induk, Ibu, Biang, Nyokap &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-7395664155347925348?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/7395664155347925348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=7395664155347925348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/7395664155347925348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/7395664155347925348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SCYlqex3Y_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/ePYMT0GJVVg/s72-c/20050508_MothersDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-7739499124875429601</id><published>2008-05-03T12:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T12:48:59.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Week</title><content type='html'>We have had a lot go on this week. I started my new job. It is going great. Sarah lost a tooth last Saturday. Then Coleman and Sarah both lost a tooth on Tuesday. The tooth fairy visited both of them that night. It seemed weird having them both loose one in the same day. They also started in their new after school program. They love it. I was able to sign them up for summer camp through the school also. They do a lot of things during summer camp. Vince has been working late almost every night. We received &lt;a href="http://www.cloverfieldmovie.com/"&gt;Cloverfield&lt;/a&gt; from Netflix and was able to watch it Thursday night. We both really enjoyed the movie.  I was going to take the kids to the beach today but when I checked the weather there was a rip current warning. So we will go another day. I really worry about a rip current grabbing one of the kids. The last few people to work in the position I had were unable to catch up on their work and had piles of work sitting every where. I'm told. It is hard for me to believe that because I sit around waiting for work everyday. Have a great week everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-7739499124875429601?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/7739499124875429601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=7739499124875429601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/7739499124875429601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/7739499124875429601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-week.html' title='A Big Week'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-4028326377584854221</id><published>2008-04-19T18:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T18:14:09.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunsets and coconuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was at our friends house and looked out her window to see this sunset. I had to take a picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SAptw3ioQfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7CrQE3-_GXE/s1600-h/Flordia+sunset+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191082206808261106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SAptw3ioQfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7CrQE3-_GXE/s320/Flordia+sunset+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vince stopped at a friends house on his way home from work and grabbed this coconut out of their yard. I look coconut. It was so good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SAptxXioQgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/V8qIZQkarIo/s1600-h/Vince+brought+home+a+coconut+from+his+friends+tree..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191082215398195714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SAptxXioQgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/V8qIZQkarIo/s320/Vince+brought+home+a+coconut+from+his+friends+tree..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He spent a long time getting the outer shell off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SAptx3ioQhI/AAAAAAAAAVA/SuMKezPZJho/s1600-h/Vince+brought+home+a+coconut+from+his+friends+tree.+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191082223988130322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SAptx3ioQhI/AAAAAAAAAVA/SuMKezPZJho/s320/Vince+brought+home+a+coconut+from+his+friends+tree.+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids really enjoyed watching and eating the coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SAptyHioQiI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YPNP-mAoXkw/s1600-h/Vince+brought+home+a+coconut+from+his+friends+tree.+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191082228283097634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SAptyHioQiI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YPNP-mAoXkw/s320/Vince+brought+home+a+coconut+from+his+friends+tree.+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SAptyXioQjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/XUfdrgQPNLE/s1600-h/Vince+brought+home+a+coconut+from+his+friends+tree.+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191082232578064946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SAptyXioQjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/XUfdrgQPNLE/s320/Vince+brought+home+a+coconut+from+his+friends+tree.+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-4028326377584854221?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/4028326377584854221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=4028326377584854221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/4028326377584854221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/4028326377584854221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunsets-and-coconuts.html' title='sunsets and coconuts'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SAptw3ioQfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7CrQE3-_GXE/s72-c/Flordia+sunset+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-68525509929960496</id><published>2008-04-12T10:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:54:33.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from Florida</title><content type='html'>The kids at the park a couple blocks away from us. In Florida they have the children have more Immunizations than in Indiana. Miranda had to get five shots, Sarah had to get two, and Coleman had to get one. It took four hours before we were done. I was about to go insane. I'm still trying to get a job. I hope it happens soon. It has been hard because of having trouble finding day care. All I need is for the kids to have new physicals and they can start.  I will be getting them on Monday. They can start school on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SADKqgnkXqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SpKv4tuFc_k/s1600-h/Kids+at+the+park4+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188369602390023842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SADKqgnkXqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SpKv4tuFc_k/s320/Kids+at+the+park4+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SADKrAnkXrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Z27KQHuZ6qg/s1600-h/Kids+at+the+park4+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188369610979958450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SADKrAnkXrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Z27KQHuZ6qg/s320/Kids+at+the+park4+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SADKrgnkXsI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ohg4jpmam00/s1600-h/Kids+at+the+park4+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188369619569893058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SADKrgnkXsI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ohg4jpmam00/s320/Kids+at+the+park4+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             A picture of the sun starting to set. I went to check the mail and took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SADKsgnkXtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/x4iiAasamyM/s1600-h/PICT0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188369636749762258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SADKsgnkXtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/x4iiAasamyM/s320/PICT0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of highway 95. The highway comes to a stop at every exit during rush hour. Very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SADKswnkXuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/MCqD1dwdhOs/s1600-h/PICT0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188369641044729570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SADKswnkXuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/MCqD1dwdhOs/s320/PICT0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-68525509929960496?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/68525509929960496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=68525509929960496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/68525509929960496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/68525509929960496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-from-florida.html' title='Update from Florida'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/SADKqgnkXqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SpKv4tuFc_k/s72-c/Kids+at+the+park4+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-5034848960268753209</id><published>2008-02-21T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:46:18.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finally posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been a while. I have been very busy. Vince was in town last weekend. It was so nice to have him here. I was teary eyed most of the way home from dropping him off at the airport. It didn't help that it was raining outside. My last day of work is Feb. 29th. We start loading the uhaul on the 27th of March I believe. Sarah, Miranda, and myself fly down on the 31st of March. The picture below is from Friday the 15th. Vince had to get his box ready to be shipped. It has safely arrived down in Florida. I have been a little down. Vince left on Sunday and I turned 30 on Monday. I have a desktop a work that reads"30 isn't old  ...Depressing but not old" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R74zLr6cgyI/AAAAAAAAATs/QDIjE1mJgWo/s1600-h/Vince+and+Miranda+at+Fair+Muffler+waiting+for+the+shipping+truck+to+pick+up+his+tools.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169625698127348514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R74zLr6cgyI/AAAAAAAAATs/QDIjE1mJgWo/s320/Vince+and+Miranda+at+Fair+Muffler+waiting+for+the+shipping+truck+to+pick+up+his+tools.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been coming home from work or waking up and finding my curtain down. I kept wondering why the cat was knocking it down. I finally caught her in the act. climbing in between the windows. It only has about a quarter of an inch on each side for her to hold herself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R74zML6cgzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kBplDzaxiBc/s1600-h/Cheeta+playing+in+the+window.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169625706717283122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R74zML6cgzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kBplDzaxiBc/s320/Cheeta+playing+in+the+window.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the most interesting three wheeler I have ever seen. I had to share this picture with everyone. It was the best picture I could take between the being late to work and the snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R74zMr6cg0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/HgJondfjT8c/s1600-h/A+creative+way+to+make+a+three+wheeler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169625715307217730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R74zMr6cg0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/HgJondfjT8c/s320/A+creative+way+to+make+a+three+wheeler.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-5034848960268753209?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/5034848960268753209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=5034848960268753209' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5034848960268753209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5034848960268753209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-posting.html' title='finally posting'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R74zLr6cgyI/AAAAAAAAATs/QDIjE1mJgWo/s72-c/Vince+and+Miranda+at+Fair+Muffler+waiting+for+the+shipping+truck+to+pick+up+his+tools.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-6271642723199728141</id><published>2008-01-14T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:11:36.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars Redneck and New Drugs on the Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Star Wars Version of "You Might Be a Redneck If..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Your Jedi robe is a camouflage color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You have ever used your light saber to open a bottle of Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You think the best use of your light saber is picking your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At least one wing of your X-Wing is primer colored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There is a blaster rack in the back of your landspeeder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You have bantha horns on the front of your landspeeder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can easily describe the taste of an Ewok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can find no grammatical errors in the way Yoda talks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You have ever had an X-wing up on blocks in your yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You ever lost a hand during a light-saber fight because you had to spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The worst part of spending time on Dagoba is the dadgum skeeters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wookies are offended by your B.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Drugs on the Market&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;St. Mom's Wort - Plant extract that treats mom's depression by rendering preschoolers unconscious for up to six hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty Nestrogen - Highly effective suppository that eliminates melancholy by enhancing the memory of how awful they were as teenagers and how you couldn't wait til they moved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipitor - Increases life expectancy of commuters by controlling road rage and the urge to flip off other drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antiboyotics - When administered to teenage girls, is highly effective in improving grades, freeing up phone lines, and reducing money spent on make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buyagra - Injectable stimulant taken prior to shopping. Increases potency and duration of spending spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra Strength Buy-one-all - When combined with Buyagra, can cause an indiscriminate buying frenzy so severe the victim may even come home with a really bad club music CD or a book by that awful television doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Asspirin - Relieves the headache caused by a man who can't remember your birthday, anniversary or phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-talksident - A spray carried in a purse or wallet to be used on anyone too eager to share their life stories with total strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragamet - When administered to a husband, provides the same irritation as ragging on him all weekend, saving the wife the time and trouble of doing it herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-6271642723199728141?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/6271642723199728141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=6271642723199728141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6271642723199728141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6271642723199728141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2008/01/star-wars-redneck-and-new-drugs-on.html' title='Star Wars Redneck and New Drugs on the Market'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-8326205187765110633</id><published>2008-01-04T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:12:19.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vince's Update</title><content type='html'>Vince has been gone since Monday. He really enjoys his new job and loves the weather. It did get rather cold for FL. the other day and his friend Victor's has a convertible with no back side window. Vince said he was cold that morning on the way to work. He has a cell phone if you would like the number email me. I have been missing him a lot the last few days. I hope it will get better instead of worse. I'm sure it will. We have talked at least twice a day that seems to help. The kids miss him. I have been taking his car and some how that helps them. They don't see his car when we pull into the drive way and Miranda is a lot better behaved. She acts up really bad after talking to him on the phone. I'm hoping that will get better also. Sarah has started whining a lot since Vince left. Coleman has been a big help. He tries to get the girls to understand when they are not acting like they regularly do. The kids have talked to at least once a day. They ask him a lot of questions about the beach. Miranda just says what ever pops into her mind. I tend to laugh a lot when she talks to him. Last night she kept saying never and no to him when he was asking her to give me the phone back. When I realized that she was doing this to his asking her to give mommy the phone. I had to laugh to myself. It's just they way she says it that makes it funny. Today she talked to him about a block she found on the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-8326205187765110633?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/8326205187765110633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=8326205187765110633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8326205187765110633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8326205187765110633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2008/01/vinces-update.html' title='Vince&apos;s Update'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-8278319750915778364</id><published>2008-01-01T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T08:09:50.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need A Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;America's Unique&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Only in America... do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Only in America... do we use answering machines to screen calls and then have call waiting so we won't miss a call from someone we didn't want to talk to in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Only in America... do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Only in America... do we use the word 'politics' to describe the process so well: 'Poli' in Latin meaning 'many' and 'tics' meaning 'bloodsucking creatures'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Only in America... do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catfish vs. Orange Roughy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jim had an awful day fishing on the lake, sitting in the blazing sun all day without catching a single one. On his way home, he stopped at the supermarket and ordered four catfish. He told the fish salesman, "Pick four large ones out and throw them at me, will you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Why do you want me to throw them at you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Because I want to tell my wife that I caught them." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Okay, but I suggest that you take the orange roughy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"But why?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Because your wife came in earlier today and said that if you came by, I should tell you to take orange roughy. She prefers that for supper tonight." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No Pets Allowed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Two buddies were out one Saturday, walking their dogs. One had a Doberman Pinscher and the other had a Chihuahua. As they sauntered down the street, the guy with the Doberman said, "Let's go over to that restaurant and get something to eat." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The guy with the Chihuahua said, "We can't go in there. We've got dogs with us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The one with the Doberman said, "Just follow my lead." They walked over to the restaurant and the guy with the Doberman put on a pair of dark glasses and started to walk in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The bouncer at the door said, "Sorry, Mac, no pets allowed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The man with the Doberman said, "You don't understand. This is my seeing-eye dog." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The bouncer said, "A Doberman pinscher?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The man said, "Yes, they're using them now. They're very good." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The bouncer let him in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;His buddy with the Chihuahua put on his pair of dark glasses and started to walk in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Once again the bouncer said, "Sorry, pal, no pets allowed." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The man with the Chihuahua said, "You don't understand. This is my seeing-eye dog." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The bouncer said, "A Chihuahua?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The man exclaimed, "A Chihuahua? They gave me a Chihuahua?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-8278319750915778364?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/8278319750915778364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=8278319750915778364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8278319750915778364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8278319750915778364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2008/01/need-smile.html' title='Need A Smile'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-3385292824096705502</id><published>2007-12-22T07:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T07:30:03.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R20BmZKSIjI/AAAAAAAAASw/IRArTrUSwf8/s1600-h/PICT0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146771708255019570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R20BmZKSIjI/AAAAAAAAASw/IRArTrUSwf8/s320/PICT0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the first morning in a long time that the sun rise was not hidden by gloomy clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R20Bm5KSIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/loV1qqCtfoA/s1600-h/PICT0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146771716844954178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R20Bm5KSIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/loV1qqCtfoA/s320/PICT0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to look at Christmas lights last night. Most of the pictures didn't turn out. The house in these pictures was amazing. Miranda just loved it. I have not felt like it was Christmas. Yet it is only a few days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R20BnJKSIlI/AAAAAAAAATA/h_nxtvEHLGg/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146771721139921490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R20BnJKSIlI/AAAAAAAAATA/h_nxtvEHLGg/s320/PICT0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-3385292824096705502?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/3385292824096705502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=3385292824096705502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/3385292824096705502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/3385292824096705502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-already.html' title='Christmas already'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R20BmZKSIjI/AAAAAAAAASw/IRArTrUSwf8/s72-c/PICT0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-6904700852295946144</id><published>2007-12-18T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T06:49:06.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipass.net/a1idpirat/wrbday08.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ipass.net/a1idpirat/wrbday08.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MIRANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipass.net/a1idpirat/wrbday08.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ipass.net/a1idpirat/wrbday08.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-6904700852295946144?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/6904700852295946144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=6904700852295946144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6904700852295946144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6904700852295946144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-miranda.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-3860036244764273731</id><published>2007-12-15T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:01:38.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas party, Santa, haircuts, and a laugh</title><content type='html'>The mobile home park we live in always has Santa in the park office around Christmas. The kids enjoyed seeing Santa. Coleman and Sarah told me that they were very glad they knew Santa knows what they want. I have Coleman's picture on flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R2R_mJKSIgI/AAAAAAAAASY/Jj-7LBZoXqY/s1600-h/Sarah+seeing+Santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144376967634756098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R2R_mJKSIgI/AAAAAAAAASY/Jj-7LBZoXqY/s200/Sarah+seeing+Santa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally was brave enough to get my hair cut. I had a lot taken off but it is so nice to have a hair style again. The picture below is after a long day of running and chasing kids so it doesn't look the greatest. I had it cut Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R2R_mZKSIhI/AAAAAAAAASg/vkNTcgckiL4/s1600-h/Miranda+and+me+showing+my+new+haircut+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144376971929723410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R2R_mZKSIhI/AAAAAAAAASg/vkNTcgckiL4/s200/Miranda+and+me+showing+my+new+haircut+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday night was my company Christmas party. I had a good time. It is so funny to see the people you work with all dressed up and not up tight about work. Of course the best part is the drunk ones that make ass's out of themselves. The picture below is of the dance floor. The lady in the middle white shirt with black belt was the craziest dancer. She was all over the dance floor. I can't even explain it. I didn't have a problem getting up there after seeing her dance. A lot of people were taking pictures and videos of her dancing. I think it was the best part of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R2R_nJKSIiI/AAAAAAAAASo/PekMlsPfV8E/s1600-h/IMA%27s+Company+Christmas+party+2007+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144376984814625314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R2R_nJKSIiI/AAAAAAAAASo/PekMlsPfV8E/s200/IMA%27s+Company+Christmas+party+2007+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND NOW FOR SOME LAUGHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I have add my own names to make it more fun)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say Something Positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A husband(Randy) and wife(Sybil) are getting ready for bed. Sybil is standing in front of a full-length mirror taking a hard look at herself. "You know, dear," she says, "I look in the mirror, and I see an old woman. My face is all wrinkled, my hair is grey, my shoulders are hunched over, I've got fat legs, and my arms are all flabby." She turns to Randy and says, "Tell me something positive to make me feel better about myself." He studies hard for a moment thinking about it and then says in a soft, thoughtful voice, "Well, there's nothing wrong with your eyesight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex Education&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming through the door after school one day, Coleman hollers out... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Okay everyone in the house, please stand advised that I,  Coleman Richard Sterling, have on this date made a complete fool of myself in sex-education class by repeating stories concerning storks as told to me by certain parties residing in this house!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-3860036244764273731?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/3860036244764273731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=3860036244764273731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/3860036244764273731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/3860036244764273731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-party-santa-haircuts-and.html' title='Christmas party, Santa, haircuts, and a laugh'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R2R_mJKSIgI/AAAAAAAAASY/Jj-7LBZoXqY/s72-c/Sarah+seeing+Santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-4757997047387048831</id><published>2007-12-09T05:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T06:07:06.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise,Sickness, Plane tickets, &amp; Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R1vMQQoblyI/AAAAAAAAASA/N1XBDH_9q7I/s1600-h/PICT0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141927979288074018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R1vMQQoblyI/AAAAAAAAASA/N1XBDH_9q7I/s200/PICT0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday morning the sunrise was like a beam coming from the ground it was so pretty. The above picture is from that morning. I didn't use photo shop on it. I thought it was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls were very sick earlier this week. Miranda started complaining of her throat hurting her and was running a fever last Saturday night. I called Monday morning and got her an appointment at her doctors. Shortly after getting the appointment I noticed a rash and she was itching like crazy. The doctor said she had scarlet fever which was caused by her strep throat infection. We left the doctors and filled her prescription. When we arrived home there were two messages from the kids school saying Sarah was in the office with a sore throat and a fever. She had been there for two hours by the time I got home from the doctors. I felt so bad. She is so shy at school there for she wouldn't ask them for a cover. She laid there two hours cold. As for Miranda I'm sure most of you know how much of a candy addict she is. She was so sick she wouldn't even take a sucker when we were at the doctors. She usually begs for them from the minute we walk in and tries to snatch one if someone leaves the door open where you go back to the rooms. Everyone is doing better know.&lt;br /&gt;Vince bought his plane tickets with help from his parents and there flier miles. He departs on December 31 around 10:45am. He is flying back on February 14th. and will get in around 10:35pm. That will be a long time to be away from him. I'm glad we get to see each other on Valentine's day. I believe this is going to be the hardest part for us being so far apart. I'm hoping to have every thing up here done early so we can move down earlier but I'm also having a hard time knowing I'm leaving everyone here. I'm hoping to get my mom blogging she says she wants to but we have trouble getting her to read her emails.&lt;br /&gt;Below I have but some funny ways to answer the phone when talking to telemarketers. Let me now if you have ever used one of these methods and which one is your favorite. My favorite is #3 and I plan on trying it some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Creative ways to deal with telemarketers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Answer the phone. As soon as you realize it is a Telemarketer, set the receiver down, shout or scream, "Oh No!!!" and then hang up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2- Tell the Telemarketer you are busy at the moment and ask him/her if he/she will give you his/her HOME phone number so you can call him/her back. When the Telemarketer explains that telemarketers cannot give out their HOME numbers you say "I guess you don't want anyone bothering you at home, right?" The Telemarketer will agree and you say, "Me, either!" Hang up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Ask them to repeat everything they say, several times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3- Tell them it is dinner time, BUT ask if they would please hold. Put them on your speaker phone while you continue to eat at your leisure. Smack your food loudly and continue with your dinner conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4- Tell the Telemarketer you are on "home incarceration" and ask if they could bring you a pizza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5- Ask them to fax the information to you, and make up a number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6- Insist that the caller is really your buddy Leon, playing a joke. "Come on Leon, cut it out! Seriously, Leon, how's your mom?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7- If they want to loan you money, tell them you just filed for bankruptcy and you could sure use some money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8- If they start out with, "How are you today?" say, "I'm so glad you asked, because no one these days seems to care, and I have all these problems; my arthritis is acting up, my eyelashes are sore, my dog just died..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9- If they say they're John Doe from XYZ Company, ask them to spell their name. Then ask them to spell the company name. Then ask them where it is located, how long it has been in business, how many people work there, how they got into this line of work, are they married?, kids?, etc. Continue asking them personal questions or questions about their company for as long as necessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10- Cry out in surprise,"Judy! Is that you? Oh my God! Judy, how have you been?" Hopefully, this will give Judy a few brief moments of terror as she tries to figure out where she could know you from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11- Say "No", over and over. Be sure to vary the sound of each one, and keep a rhythmic tempo, even as they are trying to speak. This is most fun if you can do it until they hang up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12- If MCI calls trying to get you to sign up for the Family and Friends Plan, reply, in as SINISTER a voice as you can, "I don't have any friends... would you be my friend?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13- After the Telemarketer gives their spiel, ask him/her to marry you. When they get all flustered, tell them that you could not just give your credit card number to a complete stranger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14- Tell the Telemarketer that you work for the same company, they often can't sell to employees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15- Tell them you are hard of hearing and that they need to speak up... louder... louder...louder... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16- Tell them to talk VERY SLOWLY, because you want to write EVERY WORD down. &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/418828160486927513-4757997047387048831?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/4757997047387048831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=4757997047387048831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/4757997047387048831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/4757997047387048831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/12/sickness-plane-tickets-laughs.html' title='Sunrise,Sickness, Plane tickets, &amp; Laughs'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R1vMQQoblyI/AAAAAAAAASA/N1XBDH_9q7I/s72-c/PICT0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-6753924294388370753</id><published>2007-12-01T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:07:49.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Degrees or 71 degrees?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have been getting a lot of snow tonight. We are under a winter weather advisory. The picture below is Sarah Playing in the snow about a half hour into the snow storm. Our winter advisory isn't over until 9 AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R1Iy7woblwI/AAAAAAAAARw/rsEK0PV7LtY/s1600-R/Sarah+playing+outside+in+the+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139226127031310082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R1Iy7woblwI/AAAAAAAAARw/_gZBLYBjF6o/s200/Sarah+playing+outside+in+the+snow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vince received a call on Thursday with a job offer. He worked most of all the details on Saturday. It is a great job making twice as much as he does now. There is big catch. The job is in West Palm Beach. Vince starts in January. The kids and I won't move down there until the beginning of June. That way they can finish this school year out here. We didn't think changing schools with that big of a move would not be good for them all at the same time. I cried the first night I found out. Mostly because I don't want to move that far away. It will be hard being that far away from our family. I never realized how much of a Mommies girl I was until now. I will be closer to my Grandma Lois. That I'm very happy about. The kids are happy about it most of the time. Coleman is so funny. He didn't want to go at first. Then when Vince told him they had a really good school that they would get to go to he was all for it. Way to go Coleman thinking of education. Sarah wanted to move until we mentioned that she wouldn't get to see her cousins very often. She started crying and said she would miss Samantha way to much. Vince told her we would make sure she gets to see all her cousins more before me and the kids move down. I'm not so hot about how hot it will be in the summers there. Which brings me to the title. Those are the current Temps as of 11:30PM. Of coure the feels like would look like this 19 degrees or 71 degrees. We are going to rent a house from Vince's new boss. At least at first. It's on a dead end road and the elementary is at the end of the dead end.  I will blogg more asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-6753924294388370753?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/6753924294388370753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=6753924294388370753' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6753924294388370753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6753924294388370753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/12/30-degrees-or-71-degrees.html' title='30 Degrees or 71 degrees?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R1Iy7woblwI/AAAAAAAAARw/_gZBLYBjF6o/s72-c/Sarah+playing+outside+in+the+snow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-6054787756255014064</id><published>2007-11-23T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T13:21:22.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's Ark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could Noah build his ark today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If Noah had lived in the United States today the story may have gone something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And the Lord spoke to Noah and said, "In one year, I am going to make it rain and cover the whole earth with water until all flesh is destroyed. But I want you to save the righteous people and two of every kind of living thing on earth. Therefore, I am commanding you to build an Ark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a flash of lightning, God delivered the specifications for an Ark. In fear and trembling, Noah took the plans and agreed to build the ark. "Remember," said the Lord, "you must complete the Ark and bring everything aboard in one year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly one year later, fierce storm clouds covered the earth and all the seas of the earth went into a tumult. The Lord saw that Noah was sitting in his front yard weeping. "Noah!" He shouted. "Where is the Ark?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, please forgive me," cried Noah. "I did my best, but there were big problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First, I had to get a permit for construction, and your plans did not meet the building codes. I had to hire an engineering firm and redraw the plans. Then I got into a fight with OSHA over whether or not the Ark needed a sprinkler system and approved floatation devices. Then, my neighbor objected, claiming I was violating zoning ordinances by building the Ark in my front yard, so I had to get a variance from the city planning commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, I had problems getting enough wood for the Ark, because there was a ban on cutting trees to protect the Spotted Owl. I finally convinced the U.S. Forest Service that I really needed the wood to save the owls. However, the Fish and Wildlife Service won't let me take the 2 owls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The carpenters formed a union and went on strike. I had to negotiate a settlement with the National Labor Relations Board before anyone would pick up a saw or hammer. Now, I have 16 carpenters on the Ark, but still no owls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I started rounding up the other animals, an animal rights group sued me. They objected to me taking only two of each kind aboard. This suit is pending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meanwhile, the EPA notified me that I could not complete the Ark without filing an environmental impact statement on your proposed flood. They didn't take very kindly to the idea that they had no jurisdiction over the conduct of the Creator of the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, the Army Corps of Engineers demanded a map of the proposed flood plain. I sent them a globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right now, I am trying to resolve a complaint filed with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission that I am practicing discrimination by not taking atheists aboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The IRS has seized my assets, claiming that I'm building the Ark in preparation to flee the country to avoid paying taxes. I just got a notice from the state that I owe them some kind of user tax and failed to register the Ark as a 'recreational water craft'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And finally, the ACLU got the courts to issue an injunction against further construction of the Ark, saying that since God is flooding the earth, it's a religious event, and, therefore unconstitutional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really don't think I can finish the Ark for another five or six years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah waited. The sky began to clear, the sun began to shine, and the seas began to calm. A rainbow arched across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah looked up hopefully. "You mean you're not going to destroy the earth, Lord?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," He said sadly. "I don't have to. The government already has."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-6054787756255014064?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/6054787756255014064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=6054787756255014064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6054787756255014064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6054787756255014064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/11/noahs-ark.html' title='Noah&apos;s Ark'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-7597057277182499063</id><published>2007-11-22T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T07:00:32.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/ambersthanks/thankfromhome.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/ambersthanks/thankfromhome.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I every one has a wonderful Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-7597057277182499063?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/7597057277182499063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=7597057277182499063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/7597057277182499063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/7597057277182499063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-1433500384517431475</id><published>2007-11-17T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T06:55:06.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ageing Cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7UyAQkkAI/AAAAAAAAARY/7aqXqE7bm6c/s1600-h/file008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133774580776996866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7UyAQkkAI/AAAAAAAAARY/7aqXqE7bm6c/s400/file008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7UyAQkkBI/AAAAAAAAARg/tb0nKPH3XqU/s1600-h/file009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133774580776996882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7UyAQkkBI/AAAAAAAAARg/tb0nKPH3XqU/s400/file009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7UyQQkkCI/AAAAAAAAARo/Mx7rHk9LUYg/s1600-h/file010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133774585071964194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7UyQQkkCI/AAAAAAAAARo/Mx7rHk9LUYg/s400/file010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7UCQQkj7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/nawb4woanso/s1600-h/file003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133773760438243250" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7UCwQkj-I/AAAAAAAAARI/6rcqm40Vs2I/s400/file006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7UDAQkj_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/yd9Toyiqrrk/s1600-h/file007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133773773323145202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7UDAQkj_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/yd9Toyiqrrk/s400/file007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7TEQQkj2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/8nXidXhG5mY/s1600-h/AgingCar.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133772695286353762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7TEQQkj2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/8nXidXhG5mY/s400/AgingCar.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7TEgQkj3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Z6AOsePP-mU/s1600-h/AgingCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133772699581321074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7TEgQkj3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Z6AOsePP-mU/s400/AgingCar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7TEwQkj4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/M5to-fCTuf8/s1600-h/file000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133772703876288386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7TEwQkj4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/M5to-fCTuf8/s400/file000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7TEwQkj5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/8_kVuKK796c/s1600-h/file001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133772703876288402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7TEwQkj5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/8_kVuKK796c/s400/file001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7TFAQkj6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/CJ91A1osKSk/s1600-h/file002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133772708171255714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7TFAQkj6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/CJ91A1osKSk/s400/file002.jpg" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-1433500384517431475?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/1433500384517431475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=1433500384517431475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/1433500384517431475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/1433500384517431475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/11/ageing-cartoons.html' title='Ageing Cartoons'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rz7UyAQkkAI/AAAAAAAAARY/7aqXqE7bm6c/s72-c/file008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-269036519195642245</id><published>2007-11-11T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T09:35:05.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates all around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before I start I would like to say it is only a couple weeks early with the Christmas theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids have been doing well in school. They both got all A's and one B on their report cards. This is the first year Coleman has grades for science and social studies and others like that. Although here recently I have been having trouble getting Cole to bring his homework home. He forgets it at school at least once a week anymore. I'm not sure what to do about this. He will remember part of it but not all of it. He has had a lot of homework. Over the last three weeks he has had three book reports due. Sometimes I think their homework is parents homework with all the crazy projects they have to do. They time lines not long ago and I made Cole do his his self( I helped pick out the pictures) because this was his homework he is to learn from it. When I was at the school for his parent teacher conference I noticed Coleman and one other were the only ones done by the kids. What do you guys think about this kind of stuff? I'm just not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Thursday was my nephew Zeke's 1st Birthday. I was glad we made it. I went with the kids. They had a good time. I have never seen a 1st Birthday cake destroyed so well. The cakes were made by my sister &lt;a href="http://pinklinkb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandee&lt;/a&gt;. She is so creative. I love seeing pictures of her latest creations. When it was present opening time Zeke wanted to play with the kids and not open but his sister Avril was all about the presents. She is one of those that makes you feel good about your present because she gets so excited. Below is a couple pictures of Zeke with the cake at the beginning and end. There are more pictures on flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RzcCyaOvaXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bA1d1ncuKss/s1600-h/Zeke+eating+cake+at+his+first+Birthday+party..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131573365469833586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RzcCyaOvaXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bA1d1ncuKss/s200/Zeke+eating+cake+at+his+first+Birthday+party..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RzcC0qOvaYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/u2kbNd3MBJg/s1600-h/Zeke+eating+cake+at+his+first+Birthday+party.+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131573404124539266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RzcC0qOvaYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/u2kbNd3MBJg/s200/Zeke+eating+cake+at+his+first+Birthday+party.+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday night I went to the kid's school carnival. We all had fun. Every year each classroom makes up a basket of a theme the class picks. This year Coleman's class picked candles and Sarah's class picked snacks. Each kid brings something in for the basket and in the middle of the carnival they stop the games and auction them off to the highest bidder. The money that the basket is sold for goes to that classroom. It really helps the teacher with supplies and new books. During the auction I ran Miranda home she was getting to be a handful. She does that the more tired she gets the less patience I have. Below are a few pictures. The boy in my picture pick is Hunter a little boy that lives in our trailer park. Sarah and him are good friends. His parents weren't going so I brought him with us also. I know I just like punishing myself by adding more kids. After coming back from dropping Miranda off I was talked into running a game. So we didn't get out of there until they were cleaning things up. Coleman loved it things that were 25 prize tickets when we got there were only 5 prize tickets at clean up go home time. The kids made out with all kinds of little goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RzcH6aOvaZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VEs3Kymz1D4/s1600-h/Miranda+after+getting+her+face+painted.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131579000466925970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RzcH6aOvaZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VEs3Kymz1D4/s200/Miranda+after+getting+her+face+painted.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RzcH66OvaaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/rBRezOnnIqU/s1600-h/Sarah+after+getting+her+face+painted.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131579009056860578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RzcH66OvaaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/rBRezOnnIqU/s200/Sarah+after+getting+her+face+painted.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RzcH7aOvabI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Pcpdj0l7xaM/s1600-h/Coleman+playing+a+game+at+the+school+carnival..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131579017646795186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RzcH7aOvabI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Pcpdj0l7xaM/s200/Coleman+playing+a+game+at+the+school+carnival..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-269036519195642245?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/269036519195642245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=269036519195642245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/269036519195642245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/269036519195642245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates-all-around.html' title='Updates all around'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RzcCyaOvaXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bA1d1ncuKss/s72-c/Zeke+eating+cake+at+his+first+Birthday+party..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-6830168528534318304</id><published>2007-11-04T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:04:11.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures with a Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3Fon2GhuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tBJ96hKmwjs/s1600-h/Eagel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128972852326205154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3Fon2GhuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tBJ96hKmwjs/s200/Eagel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What an awesome shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3Kz32GhzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/f7LLoK4vQ5s/s1600-h/Does+my+breath+stink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128978543157872434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3Kz32GhzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/f7LLoK4vQ5s/s200/Does+my+breath+stink.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does my breath smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3K0H2Gh0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/AWhex2Mi9z4/s1600-h/Don%27t+tell+me+I+can%27t+go+there.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128978547452839746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3K0H2Gh0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/AWhex2Mi9z4/s200/Don%27t+tell+me+I+can%27t+go+there.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They can't tell me where I can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3K0X2Gh1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/IBMdVmeCgP8/s1600-h/I+love+you.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128978551747807058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3K0X2Gh1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/IBMdVmeCgP8/s200/I+love+you.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3K0n2Gh2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/vKQtgwwm-S8/s1600-h/Nap+Time.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128978556042774370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3K0n2Gh2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/vKQtgwwm-S8/s200/Nap+Time.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time for a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3K032Gh3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/c0XHuohksYI/s1600-h/Stop+and+smell+the+flowers.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128978560337741682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3K032Gh3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/c0XHuohksYI/s200/Stop+and+smell+the+flowers.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop and smell the roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;ROSES &amp;amp; HANGING BASKETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;With this see-through blouse on and no bra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Her grandmother just pitched a fit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Telling her not to dare go out like that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The teenager tells her 'Loosen up Grams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;These are modern times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You gotta let your rose buds show!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And out she goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The next day the teenager comes down stairs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And the grandmother is sitting there with no top on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The teenager wants to die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She explains to her grandmother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That she has friends coming over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And that it is just not appropriate.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The grandmother says, 'Loosen up, Sweetie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you can show off your rose buds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Then I can display my hanging baskets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Happy Gardening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3FpH2GhvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/g8xhDWMi2zU/s1600-h/Do+I+have+burger.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128972860916139762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3FpH2GhvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/g8xhDWMi2zU/s200/Do+I+have+burger.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do I have a booger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3FpH2GhwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/u7q1i9AY1xU/s1600-h/Got+Milk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128972860916139778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3FpH2GhwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/u7q1i9AY1xU/s200/Got+Milk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got Milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3Fpn2GhxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9Zo2VXh0Th4/s1600-h/Yummy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128972869506074386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3Fpn2GhxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9Zo2VXh0Th4/s200/Yummy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why the kitten is screaming my teeth feel better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3Fpn2GhyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gT5bLUBV6OM/s1600-h/Smile.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128972869506074402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3Fpn2GhyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gT5bLUBV6OM/s200/Smile.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We should all smile more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-6830168528534318304?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/6830168528534318304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=6830168528534318304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6830168528534318304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6830168528534318304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/11/pictures-with-laugh.html' title='Pictures with a Laugh'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ry3Fon2GhuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tBJ96hKmwjs/s72-c/Eagel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-5430312215428041376</id><published>2007-11-01T05:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:14:37.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Treat or Recall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RymjrX2GhtI/AAAAAAAAANw/X35eiwKJfMw/s1600-h/Halloween+2007+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127809616268658386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RymjrX2GhtI/AAAAAAAAANw/X35eiwKJfMw/s200/Halloween+2007+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very upset last night to find out after I came home from trick or treating that the fake teeth I gave Coleman to wear were recalled yesterday morning. How did I not hear about this and how many other parents didn't hear about this. Vince said he heard it on his way home. With all things being recalled recently I think I'm going to get the kids tested for lead poisoning. After we got home Vince went around are park with us. We only went to a few houses because the Miranda was on a sugar high and been sneaking into her candy. We went to Busco first because their hours were earlier than ours and it would have been more daylight out. I also have a good friend that I work with we stopped by her house. She gave me and the kids food and drinks. What a sweet heart she is. Below is a short video I took at the second house we visited. I must say it was shortly after that, that Miranda started asking people for more candy or trying to take more herself. Like she needed more. I was a little embarrassed. You can see all the pictures I took on flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 326px" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" hl="en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-5430312215428041376?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/5430312215428041376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=5430312215428041376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5430312215428041376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5430312215428041376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/11/treat-or-recall.html' title='Treat or Recall'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RymjrX2GhtI/AAAAAAAAANw/X35eiwKJfMw/s72-c/Halloween+2007+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-3376701030584680054</id><published>2007-10-28T07:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T08:16:44.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing and traing wheels</title><content type='html'>I took this last weekend when we were visiting with grandma Lois. The kids had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=1795762583704907526&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to get the kids after work on Friday when I looked over and seen the strange motorcycle. I call it a motorcycle with training wheels. It makes you wonder where people come up with these crazy ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RyR5rH2GhsI/AAAAAAAAANo/P-CM91Dm_OA/s1600-h/A+Motorcycle+with+training+wheels.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126356057601771202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RyR5rH2GhsI/AAAAAAAAANo/P-CM91Dm_OA/s320/A+Motorcycle+with+training+wheels.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-3376701030584680054?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/3376701030584680054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=3376701030584680054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/3376701030584680054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/3376701030584680054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-took-this-last-weekend-when-we-were.html' title='Dancing and traing wheels'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RyR5rH2GhsI/AAAAAAAAANo/P-CM91Dm_OA/s72-c/A+Motorcycle+with+training+wheels.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-5533268730331243095</id><published>2007-10-25T04:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T05:37:59.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought or two</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Some Vague Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the world to beat a path to your door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just try to take a nap on a Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measure wealth not by the things you have, but by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things you have for which you would not take money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your dreams turn to dust, it's time to vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your holier side your altar ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to refresh my memory. How many cars are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allowed through an intersection after the light turns red? Is it three or five?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's dumber, expecting educators to be entertaining,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or expecting entertainment to be educational?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Plates seen on a Mercedes Benz in California - WAS HIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wealthy people miss one of life's greatest thrills - Making the last car payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with Sunday drivers is, they don't drive any better during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't keep a secret, you don't need to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from the boss: "I didn't say it was your fault. I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to blame it on you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW OLD SAYINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The e-mail of the species is deadlier than the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A journey of a thousand sites begins with a single click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can't teach a new mouse old clicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Great groups from little icons grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Speak softly and carry a cellular phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- C:\ is the root of all directories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't put all your hypes in one home page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pentium wise; pen and paper foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The modem is the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Too many clicks spoil the browse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The geek shall inherit the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A chat has nine lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Don't byte off more than you can view. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Fax is stranger than fiction. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- What boots up must come down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Windows will never cease. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- In Gates we trust (and our tender is legal). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Virtual reality is its own reward. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Modulation in all things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- A user and his leisure time are soon parted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; - Know what to expect before you connect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Oh, what a tangled website we weave when first we practice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Speed thrills. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Give a man (or for that matter anyone) a fish and you feed him for a day; teach him to use The Net and he won't bother you for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-5533268730331243095?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/5533268730331243095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=5533268730331243095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5533268730331243095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5533268730331243095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-thought-or-two.html' title='Just a thought or two'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-3531733412316256250</id><published>2007-10-14T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:31:24.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Grandpa and Grandma Smith's House</title><content type='html'>Today we had a good time visiting with my parents and Missy's boyfriend Kevin and his family. Kevin had a birthday on Oct. 3rd. So we celebrated Sarah and Kevin's birthday together today. His family is such a joy to be around and I always love seeing my parents. Sarah asked for chocolate cake with chocolate icing and of course grandpa and grandma gave her what she wanted. Kevin's cake was white with chocolate chips baked in it and chocolate icing. They also had fudge swirl ice cream. Of course that all sounds good except my mom maid chop suey for lunch and that is one of my favorite family recipes. It is really more like chow main but we grew up calling it chop suey. I ate to much of lunch to have any room left for dessert. You can see the rest of the pictures on flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RxLS36tqTSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/c2ZJNiCa144/s1600-h/Celebrating+Sarah+and+Kevin%27s+Birthday+at+Grandpa+and+Grandma+Smith%27s+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121387584369085730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RxLS36tqTSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/c2ZJNiCa144/s320/Celebrating+Sarah+and+Kevin%27s+Birthday+at+Grandpa+and+Grandma+Smith%27s+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought Sarah a scrap booking party kit. She couldn't wait to open it. We worked on a couple books this evening. Well I did the cover of the one she let me do. She loves cutting and pasting. Writing notes is another one of her favorites. I only had a few pictures for her but she mostly wrote things and used special stickers. I love seeing the kids art work. Sarah is very creative. She just told me last week that her favorite special was art. In school they call gym, library, music, and art specials. They have one of those every day of the week alternating. Her scrap book is funny looking it has long pieces of zig zag paper hang out off the pages. When she is done I will take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RxLS4KtqTTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ieNgV7bY2Ag/s1600-h/She+couldn%27t+wait+to+get+started+on+her+new+scrap+booking+kit..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121387588664053042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RxLS4KtqTTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ieNgV7bY2Ag/s320/She+couldn%27t+wait+to+get+started+on+her+new+scrap+booking+kit..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After church my parents were going to stop at the store before going home so Missy gave me her key and Kevin's parents were going to follow me to their house. Well that didn't go the way I had planned. For starters I turned the wrong way out of the church. Then turned on Paulding the wrong way. So, I we ended up in New Haven. A little after that when I thought  I turned on Pettit.  I was wrong. Towards the end of the road I realized that nothing looked familiar. So I looked at the next street sign what did it say but Oxford. Great I took them on a tour of the worst parts of Fort Wayne. During all this I stressed myself out because I felt so bad about the twice as long drive as it should have been. I ended up with  spots in my eyes and a headache which made it even harder to drive. I also realized I left the diaper bag at church. I figured my mom could get that on wednesday night and I could get it from her next weekend. When I mentioned this to my mom she said she had a key to the church and we could get it later. When we went to get it I saw the car below and told her I should of got my camera out. I wish I had a picture of that. After retrieving the bag on our way home we saw the candy car again. I asked mom if she would follow it so I could get a picture. She did so, I was able to take a couple pictures. Thanks Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RxLS4atqTUI/AAAAAAAAANE/OqXgQpuOAFw/s1600-h/I+saw+this+in+Fort+Wayne.+I+just+had+to+get+a+picture..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121387592959020354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RxLS4atqTUI/AAAAAAAAANE/OqXgQpuOAFw/s320/I+saw+this+in+Fort+Wayne.+I+just+had+to+get+a+picture..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-3531733412316256250?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/3531733412316256250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=3531733412316256250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/3531733412316256250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/3531733412316256250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/10/visiting-grandpa-and-grandma-smiths.html' title='Visiting Grandpa and Grandma Smith&apos;s House'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RxLS36tqTSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/c2ZJNiCa144/s72-c/Celebrating+Sarah+and+Kevin%27s+Birthday+at+Grandpa+and+Grandma+Smith%27s+(5).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-6157868347536366659</id><published>2007-10-11T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T15:36:22.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What fall should look like</title><content type='html'>My Grandmother Emailed me these pictures and I though I would share them since are fall was so drab. I hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rw56matqTMI/AAAAAAAAAME/jR90aswk74U/s1600-h/fall.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120164626791288002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="293" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rw56matqTMI/AAAAAAAAAME/jR90aswk74U/s400/fall.bmp" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rw56m6tqTNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/60Z0uBj1kz0/s1600-h/fall1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120164635381222610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rw56m6tqTNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/60Z0uBj1kz0/s400/fall1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rw56nKtqTOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aSywy28jA4k/s1600-h/fall2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120164639676189922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rw56nKtqTOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aSywy28jA4k/s400/fall2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-6157868347536366659?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/6157868347536366659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=6157868347536366659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6157868347536366659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6157868347536366659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-fall-should-look-like.html' title='What fall should look like'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rw56matqTMI/AAAAAAAAAME/jR90aswk74U/s72-c/fall.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-2863976889439046827</id><published>2007-10-07T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T09:48:46.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sarah</title><content type='html'>Sarah turns eight on 10-08-07. It's her golden birthday this year. She wanted to get her ears pierced this year for her birthday. I took her yesterday and them done. I wanted to go on a day they had two workers in that way they could do both ears at once. She did so good. I could tell she was in a lot of pain. She stayed beside me through the rest of the our shopping. She also recieved four birthday cards yesterday. She was so excited she carried them around the rest of the night. I have pictures of her new earrings below. I also took on of her missing teeth. She has lost three teeth close together. I think it's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipass.net/a1idpirat/birth.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ipass.net/a1idpirat/birth.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rwjfr6tqTHI/AAAAAAAAALc/evyFa4mih-Y/s1600-h/Sarah+and+her+Birthday+cards+she+recieved+on+10-06-07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118586922094709874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rwjfr6tqTHI/AAAAAAAAALc/evyFa4mih-Y/s320/Sarah+and+her+Birthday+cards+she+recieved+on+10-06-07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RwjfsatqTII/AAAAAAAAALk/4hn-rPUwLU0/s1600-h/Sarah+and+her+new+ear+rings..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118586930684644482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RwjfsatqTII/AAAAAAAAALk/4hn-rPUwLU0/s320/Sarah+and+her+new+ear+rings..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RwjfuKtqTJI/AAAAAAAAALs/LQWLy_oc1ys/s1600-h/Sarah+lost+three+teeth+and+gained+two+new+ear+rings..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118586960749415570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RwjfuKtqTJI/AAAAAAAAALs/LQWLy_oc1ys/s320/Sarah+lost+three+teeth+and+gained+two+new+ear+rings..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-2863976889439046827?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/2863976889439046827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=2863976889439046827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2863976889439046827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2863976889439046827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-sarah.html' title='Happy Birthday Sarah'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rwjfr6tqTHI/AAAAAAAAALc/evyFa4mih-Y/s72-c/Sarah+and+her+Birthday+cards+she+recieved+on+10-06-07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-4053510517692814284</id><published>2007-09-22T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:14:41.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A boring week and couple of laughs</title><content type='html'>I haven't had to much going on this week. We had a Great time celebrating Coleman's birthday at my Mom's house last Sunday. Coleman had received a lot of money for his birthday this year. He received twenty from Jeff and &lt;a href="http://bathtubjunkie.net/"&gt;Lisanne&lt;/a&gt;, thirty from Papa and Nana Hans(my dad), and fifteen from his babysitter. He has spent all of it. He got five playstation2 games and a big box of k'nexs.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a few of us were talking about how our kids embarrass us. Here is an embarrassing story I received earlier this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW EMBARASSING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;A young, student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; "Nurse", he mumbles, from behind the mask. "Are my testicles black?"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, "I don't know, Sir. I'm only here to wash your upper body and feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He struggles to ask again, "Nurse, please check. Are my testicles black?"Concerned that he may elevate his blood pressure and heart rate from worry about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and pulls back the covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raises his gown, holds his manhood in one hand and his testicles in the other.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she takes a close look and says, There's nothing wrong with them,Sir!"             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you very much. That was wonderful, but, listen very, very closely . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A r e - m y - t e s t - r e s u l t s - b a c k?"                                     &lt;a href="http://bathtubjunkie.net/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-4053510517692814284?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/4053510517692814284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=4053510517692814284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/4053510517692814284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/4053510517692814284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/09/boring-week-and-couple-of-laughs.html' title='A boring week and couple of laughs'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-7374063370112732109</id><published>2007-09-14T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:01:59.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>US AS CATS IN A RECORD STORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GOOD LAUGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SARAH&lt;a href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta152.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta152.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNIFER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta205.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta205.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BRANDEE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta210.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta210.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MISSY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta153.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta153.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LISANNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta234.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta234.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MANDY AND BRANDEE&lt;br /&gt;SINGING THING IN A ROW &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta244.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta244.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta156.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;JENNIFER AND PAUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta155.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MANDY &lt;a href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta163.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta163.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MAYBE NEXT TIME I WILL USE DOGS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I found these on this web page&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/index.php?list=4&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/index.php?list=4&amp;amp;page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="220" alt="" src="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/beta234.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-7374063370112732109?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/7374063370112732109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=7374063370112732109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/7374063370112732109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/7374063370112732109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/09/us-as-cats-in-record-store.html' title='US AS CATS IN A RECORD STORE'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-555590350360738811</id><published>2007-09-12T04:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T05:27:33.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my son who is 10 today and my sister in law Lisanne. I hope you both have a wonderful Birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                Miranda, Sarah, Coleman, And cheetah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ruer2r5zliI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JYFo0YPpkLs/s1600-h/Coleman,+Sarah,+Miranda,+and+Cheeta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109241258261583394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ruer2r5zliI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JYFo0YPpkLs/s200/Coleman,+Sarah,+Miranda,+and+Cheeta.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Lisanne and Meredith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ruer275zljI/AAAAAAAAAJY/R3COr2EFK6c/s1600-h/Lizanne+and+Meredith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109241262556550706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ruer275zljI/AAAAAAAAAJY/R3COr2EFK6c/s200/Lizanne+and+Meredith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-555590350360738811?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/555590350360738811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=555590350360738811' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/555590350360738811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/555590350360738811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday wishes'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ruer2r5zliI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JYFo0YPpkLs/s72-c/Coleman,+Sarah,+Miranda,+and+Cheeta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-5694754834308651629</id><published>2007-09-10T05:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T06:13:03.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a parent is hard sometimes.</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been busy for me. I didn't go anywhere just washing the walls down. My walls are so bad from kids hands, crayon over the years, and smoke stain. I'm amazed at how the &lt;a href="http://mrclean.com/sites/en_US/mrclean/products/eraser.shtml"&gt;magic eraser&lt;/a&gt; works. I can't wait to get the rest done.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Sarah was playing outside with friends. I checked on her often. I had let about a half hour go by and Vince out of now where said she need to come in. That she had been outside without one us for long enough. A few minutes later I went out to call her in. She was looking at the side of Vince's car. I asked her what was wrong. She told me another kid(that we have problems with) scratched dad's car with his bike on purpose. There are two scratches on one side of Vince's car the length of the car and one one the other side about the length of the car. After talking to her for a while she admitted to doing some of it. I told Sarah that we where going to call the cops and the kid might go to jail. I went to talk to the manager of our park and she called the boys mom. The boys mother informed us that he had been at his father's house all weekend. So I left the manager's house apologizing for interrupting her Sunday, sad because Sarah lied to us, and mad because of Sarah did something she knew was wrong and lied about it. After talking to her for a long time she admitted to doing it herself. We talked for a long time about lies and deceit. Vince and I decided that her punishment would be to be grounded to her room for a month. I think that she seemed to understand what she did was wrong and that lying always makes things worse. I think that this punishment is going to be hard on me also. It will be hard to have her in her room that long but in my heart I know she needs this lesson. I just hope that she learns from this mistake and never does it again.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note. Miranda and I went shopping Yesterday for Coleman's birthday. I found some really good deals. I will take lots of pictures. Below is something I found and thought I would share. It made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A mother enters her daughter's bedroom and sees a letter on the wall over the bed. With the worst premonition, she reads it, with trembling hands:"It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm telling you that I eloped with my new boyfriend. I found real passion and he is so nice, with all his piercing and tattoos and his big motorcycle. But is not only that Mom, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will very happy in his trailer in the woods. He wants to have many more children with me and that's one of my dreams. I've learned that marijuana doesn't hurt anyone and he'll be growing it for us and his friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine and ecstasy we may want. In the meantime, we'll pray for the science to find the AIDS cure, for Ahmed to get better, he deserves it. Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'll visit for you to know your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Judith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Mom, it's not true. I'm at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to show you that there are worst this in life than my report card that's in the desk drawer. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-5694754834308651629?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/5694754834308651629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=5694754834308651629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5694754834308651629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5694754834308651629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-parent-is-hard-sometimes.html' title='Being a parent is hard sometimes.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-6421782023186312455</id><published>2007-09-05T06:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T06:23:34.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The " Two cow explanation"</title><content type='html'>Since the world situation is making us all think about how governments, religions and business effect us, this simplified explanation might help us under stand better. THE "TWO-COW EXPLANATION" OF WHAT MAKES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CHRISTIAN: You have two cows. You keep one and give one to your neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SOCIALIST: You have two cows. The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A REPUBLICAN: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DEMOCRAT: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. You feel guilty for being successful. You vote people into office who tax your cows, forcing you to sell one to raise money to pay the tax. The people you voted for then take the tax money and buy a cow and give it to your neighbor. You feel righteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A COMMUNIST: You have two cows. The government seizes both and provides you with milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FASCIST: You have two cows. The government seizes both and sells you the milk. You join the underground and start a campaign of sabotage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMOCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. The government taxes you to the point you have to sell both to support a man in a foreign country who has only one cow, which was a gift from your government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. The government takes them both, shoots one, milks the other, pays you for the milk, then pours the milk down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN AMERICAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FRENCH CORPORATION: You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A JAPANESE CORPORATION: You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GERMAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN ITALIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows but you don't know where they are. You break for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A RUSSIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 12 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MEXICAN CORPORATION: You think you have two cows, but you don't know what a cow looks like. You take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SWISS CORPORATION: You have 5000 cows, none of which belongs to you. You charge for storing them for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BRAZILIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You enter into a partnership with an American corporation. Soon you have 1000 cows and the American corporation declares bankruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN INDIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You worship them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by : Standup Dude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-6421782023186312455?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/6421782023186312455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=6421782023186312455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6421782023186312455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6421782023186312455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-cow-explanation.html' title='The &quot; Two cow explanation&quot;'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-6515560844969555703</id><published>2007-08-30T05:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T06:08:05.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinuses and bonuses</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to use blogger's new video but every time it comes up with an error and tells me contact blogger. So I followed the link this time and it got me know where just more stuff to read. The error has a code and says to report this to blogger. So I copied the code. Maybe my connection is to slow. Who knows. Has any one else tried it yet?&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday we went to my Mom's to visit. My Mom had an extra memory card for her camera and let me borrow the one she wasn't using until I get my own.  Thanks Mom. That is how I was able to get so many pictures. I love it. My step-Dad John was out riding his bike when we first showed up at their house. I was next door when he came home. I wish I could have been able to take a picture of him on his bike. I guess that is for another day. I received a call on Tuesday from my sister Missy stating that she just got her learners permit. Another reason I'm glad to live out of county. Ha!Ha! She was so excited. I was glad to hear that she almost aced the test.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in our house except Coleman is having major sinus and allergy problems. Vince has been running fevers on and off the last two days. Miranda has already been to the doctors. I have another appt. for her and Sarah in a couple of weeks. If they can make it that long. I found out the few samples of the Donatussin DM is not even being prescribed yet. So together with the pharmacist we found something close. Sarah has the sinus drainage like me mostly down the throat. Her neck is swollen in a couple of spots. At least with mine it's only the one side but the one side is swollen so badly that that whole side of my neck hurts. Alright enough about miserable stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Things at work have been going better. The girl I had been having problems with is much better. I tried the kill them with kindness routine. My Mom would tell me to do that all the time growing up. Go figure parents really do know something every now and then. I found out earlier this week that a certain department in our office received bonuses when I was on vacation. The cashiers received bonuses for collecting so much money in the last quarter. Needless to say I was very upset. I'm sure the cashiers are the reason we brought money in that month. It couldn't have been the Doctors or nurses. I'm sure the file fairy got all those charts ready so the Doctor had what he needed to see the PAYING patient. I guess I'm Lucky that my supervisor is still working. When she found out about this she almost walked out. My supervisor is on salary. She puts in at the least 10 hours overtime usually around 20 hours a week. When we had to move medical records to the new location in our building she worked between 30 and 40 hours over time. She didn't receive anything. At least my check had over time on it. Oh well what can you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-6515560844969555703?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/6515560844969555703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=6515560844969555703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6515560844969555703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6515560844969555703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/08/sinuses-and-bonuses.html' title='Sinuses and bonuses'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-2947505481424903523</id><published>2007-08-25T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:50:49.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech?</title><content type='html'>The kids have been back to school for a week and a half now. They are still eager to get to school in the morning. They both have been doing well. I had a note come home this week on Sarah, stating that they want to test her speech. They think she is behind. I can't say I have ever noticed any problem with her speech. Have any of you? I know Coleman has trouble and he is still in speech. Maybe I don't notice because  of Coleman's speech problems. I am very curious to find out the results.&lt;br /&gt;Miranda has another cold. I took her to the doctors on Thursday. He did give me samples of Donatussin DM Rx. It seems to be helping a lot. They only gave me two days worth. I think I will call on Monday and have them call in a prescription for her. She goes back in a month and if she is still fighting this cold or has a new one he will prescribe an antibiotic at that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-2947505481424903523?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/2947505481424903523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=2947505481424903523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2947505481424903523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2947505481424903523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/08/speech.html' title='Speech?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-738949142104793443</id><published>2007-08-19T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:35:05.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a beutiful wedding</title><content type='html'>My sister Jessica is now a married woman. These are a few of the photo's I took at the wedding. Vince and the kids stayed home. I have more pictures on flicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rsg0m_kNRtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1uGbBqOkpUM/s1600-h/Lance+and+Jessica%27s+first+dance1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100384422500058834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rsg0m_kNRtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1uGbBqOkpUM/s200/Lance+and+Jessica%27s+first+dance1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance and Jessica's first dance as husband and wife. They are so awesome together. In the picture of the week it shows Lance's daughter Katelyn. Jessica's new daughter and my new niece. She is such a sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rsg0nPkNRuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_FVvo7HwoWQ/s1600-h/My+sister+Tera+and+me+before+the+wedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100384426795026146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rsg0nPkNRuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_FVvo7HwoWQ/s200/My+sister+Tera+and+me+before+the+wedding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture above is of Tera my sister and myself. Tera's dress was cranberry because she was the Madrid of honor. I think we had ten minutes before the wedding started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rsg0nPkNRvI/AAAAAAAAAII/sonvzZzOqco/s1600-h/Lance+and+Jessica+cutting+their+wedding+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100384426795026162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rsg0nPkNRvI/AAAAAAAAAII/sonvzZzOqco/s200/Lance+and+Jessica+cutting+their+wedding+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance and Jessica cutting their wedding cake. When they fed it to each other you could hear both of them saying be nice be nice. Of course the men of the wedding party were yelling "do it Lance". So of course he did. They both smeared a little on each others faces. Those pictures were fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rsg0nfkNRwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a6agaHsGyfM/s1600-h/Tera+and+Alyx+dancing+the+night+away.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100384431089993474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rsg0nfkNRwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a6agaHsGyfM/s200/Tera+and+Alyx+dancing+the+night+away.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is of My sister Tera and her daughter Alyx. They were having so much fun Dancing the night away. The later in the night it got the less pictures I was able to keep because I had more beer and holding the camera still was even harder.&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/418828160486927513-738949142104793443?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/738949142104793443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=738949142104793443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/738949142104793443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/738949142104793443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-beutiful-wedding.html' title='What a beutiful wedding'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rsg0m_kNRtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1uGbBqOkpUM/s72-c/Lance+and+Jessica%27s+first+dance1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-7330350973057052232</id><published>2007-08-15T03:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T04:30:25.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RsK034TEglI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5fQvxNjhP4s/s1600-h/cheetah2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098836600235000402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RsK034TEglI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5fQvxNjhP4s/s200/cheetah2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a new kitten. The kids have named her Cheetah. I came home from work on Monday and to my surprise there was a new kitten in my house. Vince had stopped on his way home from work at a farm and picked her up. Sarah kitty is still being skittish. She is staying in my room for the most part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RsK04ITEgmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SUhLO8VAvDA/s1600-h/cheetah1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098836604529967714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RsK04ITEgmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SUhLO8VAvDA/s200/cheetah1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RsK04ITEgnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8HFFi9zD8JY/s1600-h/cheetah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098836604529967730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RsK04ITEgnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8HFFi9zD8JY/s200/cheetah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had last week off of work it went by so quickly. It was Monday again before I new it. It took my until yesterday to get caught up at work. My sister Jesse is getting married this Saturday. I'm a bridesmaid in her wedding. Vince has to work so &lt;a href="http://hickheaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt;  is going to watch the kids for us. Again Thank You Jen. I will try to get lots of pictures. I had a lot more pictures I took but none of them turned out. That's when I realized that I had my camera set to one image for a picture instead of back ground. Bummer. I hope everyone has a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-7330350973057052232?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/7330350973057052232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=7330350973057052232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/7330350973057052232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/7330350973057052232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RsK034TEglI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5fQvxNjhP4s/s72-c/cheetah2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-5056124285084897983</id><published>2007-08-04T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T09:13:11.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RrR2w4TEggI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OErXvFnd5i4/s1600-h/My+Anniversary+flowers1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094827660581044738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RrR2w4TEggI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OErXvFnd5i4/s200/My+Anniversary+flowers1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great anniversary. Thanks to everyone for wishing us a happy anniversary. Vince was so romantic. He sent the bouquet above to my work. It has ten white roses and misty blue as an ascent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RrR2xITEghI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hT0BbuOD0gI/s1600-h/The+card+on+my+anniversary+flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094827664876012050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RrR2xITEghI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hT0BbuOD0gI/s200/The+card+on+my+anniversary+flowers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The card read "The roses are for the first ten years. The misty blue is for all the wonderful years to come. Your loving husband, Vince". How sweet was that. I felt so spoiled. I gave him a pair of sleep pants, RollerCoasterTycoon2 for PC, and Enter the Matrix for PC. He seems to really like RollerCoaster Tycoon. He has been playing it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RrR2xITEgiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/y0ytrsSEDGM/s1600-h/Katie,+Brandie,+Stacy,+and+Mandy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094827664876012066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RrR2xITEgiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/y0ytrsSEDGM/s200/Katie,+Brandie,+Stacy,+and+Mandy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture above is of me and some of the girls I work with. Katie, Brandie, Stacy, and me. Yesterday was Katie's last day. She was only helping us over the summer. It's back to Ball State for her. The girls above I get along with really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RrR2xYTEgjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v8t2jzZPmH0/s1600-h/I+burnt+my+arm..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094827669170979378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RrR2xYTEgjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v8t2jzZPmH0/s200/I+burnt+my+arm..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture above is of my burn. I burnt myself last Saturday. I was cooking roast. I pulled the roast out of the oven. When I took off the lid the back part of the lid hit my arm. I looks a lot better in this picture. Earlier this week it had signs of infection. I treated it and know it looks a lot better.&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/418828160486927513-5056124285084897983?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/5056124285084897983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=5056124285084897983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5056124285084897983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5056124285084897983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RrR2w4TEggI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OErXvFnd5i4/s72-c/My+Anniversary+flowers1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-5851713470972794406</id><published>2007-08-02T06:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T06:16:35.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RrGuLoTEgeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sl2O-j2lxAo/s1600-h/Happy+Anniversary.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094044168351941090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RrGuLoTEgeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sl2O-j2lxAo/s200/Happy+Anniversary.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best Marriage&lt;br /&gt;Your anniversary marks the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you both said "I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The two of you became as one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A marriage bright and new.&lt;br /&gt;Now time has passed; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;your love is strong;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You passed the early test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your tender bond grows with passing time;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your marriage is the kind that’s best!&lt;br /&gt;By Joanna Fuchs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is our 10th anniversary. How wonderful the frist ten were and I can't wait for the next ten years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-5851713470972794406?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/5851713470972794406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=5851713470972794406' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5851713470972794406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5851713470972794406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RrGuLoTEgeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sl2O-j2lxAo/s72-c/Happy+Anniversary.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-2738881174410982426</id><published>2007-07-28T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T11:42:54.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave up on Walgreen's</title><content type='html'>I finally gave up on Walgreen's photo. I had a lot of trouble with sharing my albums. It wouldn't send to some address's. I'm not really sure why. The last set I sent my sister &lt;a href="http://pinklinkb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandee&lt;/a&gt; didn't work. She had trouble getting into their site to see the pictures.  So I started a flickr account. I was having trouble at first with flickr. I couldn't figure out how to do the badge like everyone else has. Hey I did figure it out. Have a great weekend everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-2738881174410982426?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/2738881174410982426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=2738881174410982426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2738881174410982426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2738881174410982426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-gave-up-on-walgreens.html' title='I gave up on Walgreen&apos;s'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-352336797600324701</id><published>2007-07-25T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:28:17.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was blessed today</title><content type='html'>I had the day off work today. All three kids had doctor's appointments. Coleman went to see Dr. Lee at O.N.E. this morning. I had good news. The doctor said more than likely the lump was extra bone. The bone grew bigger on one side than the other. That if I wanted we could do a CT but, it would probably be extra bone. We are to keep an eye out and check it for any change in size, shape, or if it starts bothering him. I was so relieved to hear how common things like this happen. Sarah and Miranda went to see Dr. Dillon today because they both had sore throats. Sarah's lump nodes in her throat are really swollen. Dr. Dillon did a strep test that came back negative. He said it was just a virus and the both had it. I was also happy to hear that news. So I feel that I was blessed with good news today all around. Once again proof God always has his love in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-352336797600324701?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/352336797600324701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=352336797600324701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/352336797600324701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/352336797600324701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-was-blessed-today.html' title='I was blessed today'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-8896639140928626593</id><published>2007-07-18T04:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T04:53:38.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed a laugh</title><content type='html'>I needed a laugh these are a few things I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mademelaugh.com/funny-words/what-we-can-learn-from-cats-dogs/"&gt;What We Can Learn from Cats &amp; Dogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAT ANALYSIS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cats do what they want.&lt;br /&gt;2. They rarely listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;3. They’re totally unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;4. When you want to play, they want to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you want to be left alone, they want to play.&lt;br /&gt;6. They expect you to cater to their every whim.&lt;br /&gt;7. They’re moody.&lt;br /&gt;8. They leave hair everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION: THEY’RE TINY WOMEN IN LITTLE FUR COATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOG ANALYSIS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dogs spend all day sprawled on the most comfortable piece of furniture in the house.&lt;br /&gt;2. They can hear a package of food opening half a block away, but don’t hear you when you’re in the same room.&lt;br /&gt;3. They can look dumb and lovable all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;4. They growl when they are not happy.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you want to play, they want to play.&lt;br /&gt;6. When you want to be alone, they want to play.&lt;br /&gt;7. They leave their toys everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;8. They do disgusting things with their mouths and then try to give you a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION: THEY ARE TINY MEN IN LITTLE FUR COATS.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mademelaugh.com/funny-words/why-men-are-just-happier-people/"&gt;Why Men Are Just Happier People...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What do you expect from such simple creatures?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your last name stays put&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garage is all yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans take care of themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is just another snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be president&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wear a white t-shirt to a water park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wear NO t-shirt to a water park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car mechanics tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is your urinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never have to drive to another gas station because “this one’s just too icky”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same work, more pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrinkles add “character”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray hair is considered “distinguished”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding dress- 00, Tux rental: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People never stare at your chest when you’re talking to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mood, ALL the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know stuff about tanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A five-day vacation requires one suitcase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can open all your own jars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your underwear is .95 for a three pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three pairs of shoes are more than enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You almost never have “strap problems” in public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything on your face stays its original color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same hairstyle may last for years…even decades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only to have shave your face and neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can play with toys all your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your belly usually hides your big hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wallet and one pair of shoes…one color, all seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can “do” your nails with a pocket knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24, in 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder men are just happier!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-8896639140928626593?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mademelaugh.com/' title='Needed a laugh'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/8896639140928626593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=8896639140928626593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8896639140928626593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8896639140928626593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/07/needed-laugh.html' title='Needed a laugh'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-8672391336409575006</id><published>2007-07-14T05:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T06:19:17.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RpibzY79cLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LX-5jrNyVRE/s1600-h/Randy%27s+birthday+party1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086987086284550322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RpibzY79cLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LX-5jrNyVRE/s320/Randy%27s+birthday+party1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all have been doing alright. Miranda is still keeping me on my toes but I think she is starting to mellow out a little. I hope. On the 4th of July we found a lump on Coleman's collar bone. On the 5th I called Dr. Dillon and set up an appointment for him. The appointment was for the 11th. Then on Sunday the 8th I found a lump on Sarah in her underwear line. They were different types of lumps. Sarah's moved around a bit and Coleman's was stationary. So on Monday the 9th I called Dr. Dillon and had her add to the appointment. I was very worried about what the doctor was going to say.  He said that Sarah's was just a swollen limp-node. That was caused from a bug bite not far from the area. He said she would be fine just to keep an eye out and put neosporin on the bug bite. Coleman's he wasn't sure he asked Coleman questions about if he had been hurt there before or if he had remembered it ever hurting. Coleman said no. I don't remember him ever getting hurt in the area or complaining of it hurting but that doesn't mean much. A couple years ago he fractured a bone in his hand and had it not been for the swelling I wouldn't have taken him in because he said it didn't hurt. Any way he referred us to &lt;a href="http://www.orthone.com/one/index.cfm"&gt;O.N.E.&lt;/a&gt; and for a x-ray of the collar bone. He also said it feels like it is all on the bone so if it was cancer it should be easily removed. At first I was surprise that he would say that phrase and say the word cancer. I really think he already knows that every mother worries about the worst with their kids and that is why he said it. As soon as I returned to work I called and set an appointment at &lt;a href="http://www.orthone.com/one/index.cfm"&gt;O.N.E..&lt;/a&gt; I was able to get him an appointment for July 25th. I will keep everyone posted. Other than being worried about Coleman everything else has been going okay. &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/418828160486927513-8672391336409575006?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/8672391336409575006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=8672391336409575006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8672391336409575006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8672391336409575006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-few-updates.html' title='Just a few updates'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RpibzY79cLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LX-5jrNyVRE/s72-c/Randy%27s+birthday+party1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-2008994971521635690</id><published>2007-07-02T06:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:24:47.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen duty 07/04/07 Time stamp is wrong</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday when I was on the computer I had the girls coloring pictures. They decided to color their entire hands. Sarah's was blue and Miranda's was orange. I sent them into the kitchen to start washing their hands. The markers were not washable. About five minutes later I walked in to bubbles every where. Sarah dropped a bowl and broke it right after I caught them. As I was starting to clean up the mess I decided I should take a picture. All of my dish soap was gone. Both sinks were full with water and bubbles. I had pulled the plugs in the sinks before I took the pictures.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RojWOVlcDRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3-VplucG1Og/s1600-h/Sarah+and+Miranda%27s+bubble+fun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082547721288289554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RojWOVlcDRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3-VplucG1Og/s200/Sarah+and+Miranda%27s+bubble+fun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RojWO1lcDSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sotwEx9XqjY/s1600-h/Sarah+and+Miranda%27s+bubble+fun2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082547729878224162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RojWO1lcDSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sotwEx9XqjY/s200/Sarah+and+Miranda%27s+bubble+fun2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am excited about my in-laws Jeff and&lt;a href="http://bathtubjunkie.net/"&gt; Lizanne&lt;/a&gt; from New York driving here today. I can't wait to see them. They are probable driving here as I am blogging about this. I hope everyone has a great forth of July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-2008994971521635690?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/2008994971521635690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=2008994971521635690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2008994971521635690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2008994971521635690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/07/kitchen-duty.html' title='Kitchen duty 07/04/07 Time stamp is wrong'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RojWOVlcDRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3-VplucG1Og/s72-c/Sarah+and+Miranda%27s+bubble+fun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-8681362786486856843</id><published>2007-06-30T05:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T06:24:19.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with co workers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;It has been a boring week around here nothing to exciting. I was a bit emotional as it was my time of the month. I always have a hard time at work during my time. I work with someone to say nicely she is very mean. I have had a lot of problems with this girl and it's not just me. Before I moved desk I had to sit by her. Now I sit by my boss which is much better. She would spray my stuff with hospital spray disinfectant which is a horrible smell I think. I noticed she would only do that when she would be mad at me. Which was most of the time. She would leave a row of files if I went down it. It got so bad that I noticed that if I sat down at my desk she would get up and leave her desk and not come back. I don't sit a lot at my desk very often but after I noticed she was doing that I would try to leave my desk and when I saw her go back to her desk I would go back to mine. Yes, that was stooping to her level but that day I couldn't take anymore and had to do something to make myself feel better about the situation. Then she would get pissed and throw her stuff around like I couldn't come and go to my desk as I please. We have a lady Stacy who started about two months ago and she has problems with the same girl. A lot of people have problems with her. Stacy has went to break and come back with her area smelling like disinfectant spray. When she took a drink of her pop it tasted like disinfectant. Her excuse was that we all smell like cigarettes. But I have been smelling like that for over five years. Last week when Stacy came back from lunch the girl was mad at her and sprayed her with disinfectant and it got in her face. We have had more people quit over this girl. My boss moved me in with her after I told her if things didn't change I was going to transfer out of the department or quit. I use to let this girl bring me down. She goes out of her way to be mean. How do people act like that keep their jobs. At times I wish I was younger and didn't have so much on the line because I just want to knock her block off. Well fortunately for her I'm past the kid games and in the real world. I find it hard to pray for her but know in my heart that God will make it better so I do. My boss is off work most of next week and the following week. I have the most trouble with her when my boss is gone. My stomach churns when I think about working that week and what it might in tale. I'm more worried about Stacy she is going through a lot in her personal live and the girl seems to have it out for her right now. I have already talked to Stacy and let her know that she has any problems to let me or our office manager know. I think our office manager needs to know about this girl anyway. Wow I wasn't expecting to go into all of that. I'm done ranting and raving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-8681362786486856843?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/8681362786486856843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=8681362786486856843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8681362786486856843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8681362786486856843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/06/dealing-with-co-workers.html' title='Dealing with co workers'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-2384721304079113010</id><published>2007-06-26T05:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T06:13:12.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a fun weekend.</title><content type='html'>We all had a wonderful time this weekend at Zach, Josh, and Tyson's birthday celebration. Below is a picture of some of the pools they set up for the kids to play. I must say Miranda went through five different out fits by getting them wet. that's not including the times she was streaking through the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RoDgG7Mey0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZF618Tfoz7E/s1600-h/2007+Summer+bash2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080306789247798082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RoDgG7Mey0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZF618Tfoz7E/s200/2007+Summer+bash2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids below are involved in a water balloon fight. They had a blast doing the water balloons. The balloons didn't last long. We filled more but before we could finish they four buckets we filled were gone. It was nice seeing everyone and getting to visit with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RoDgHrMey1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/rccJSdpHM2Y/s1600-h/2007+Summer+bash12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080306802132699986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RoDgHrMey1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/rccJSdpHM2Y/s200/2007+Summer+bash12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below is a picture of a game were the kids had to pop the balloons to get the candy in them. It was funny watching some of them trying to pop their balloons. Miranda hadn't taken a nap and was still going until we were on are way home at 9:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RoDgILMey2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/kQIYmgDB1n8/s1600-h/2007+Summer+bash23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080306810722634594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RoDgILMey2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/kQIYmgDB1n8/s200/2007+Summer+bash23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids were all happy when they started the fire. Zach and his friend started the fire. I must say I was very impressed by how respectful his friends are. Most teens I run into are very rude and disrespectful anymore. My picture of the cakes that my sister &lt;a href="http://pinklinkb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brandee&lt;/a&gt; made didn't turn out. But the cakes were awesome. She has such a wonderful talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RoDgIbMey3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dW7Y3JU4lKs/s1600-h/2007+Summer+bash24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080306815017601906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RoDgIbMey3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dW7Y3JU4lKs/s200/2007+Summer+bash24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below is a picture of the kids indulging in the yummy smores. We left shortly after the smores. I was so tired when I hit the bed. I enjoyed the day so much. Sarah enjoyed it so much that she spent the night there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RoDgI7Mey4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/XC2a047R33E/s1600-h/2007+Summer+bash25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080306823607536514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RoDgI7Mey4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/XC2a047R33E/s200/2007+Summer+bash25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday I went to pick Sarah up. I ended up calling Vince and the other kids over to &lt;a href="http://hickheaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer's&lt;/a&gt; and they fed us again. We played bad mitten and rode the four wheelers. Then Coleman And Sarah spent the night. I think Jen is wanting punishment. ha! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope everyone else had a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-2384721304079113010?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/2384721304079113010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=2384721304079113010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2384721304079113010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2384721304079113010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-fun-weekend.html' title='What a fun weekend.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RoDgG7Mey0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZF618Tfoz7E/s72-c/2007+Summer+bash2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-5922661382490740444</id><published>2007-06-16T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:17:21.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Having fun at Turtle Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnSa8LMeywI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zQRKdl6NuMQ/s1600-h/Turtle+days+kids+fun33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076853038541359874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnSa8LMeywI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zQRKdl6NuMQ/s200/Turtle+days+kids+fun33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun today. I heard that Turtle Days where going on in Busco through the radio station&lt;a href="http://wmee.com/Staff/WMEEMorningShow/tabid/70/Default.aspx"&gt; wmee's morning show&lt;/a&gt;. When I look it up on their web page I found out about Kids Fun day. At that point I talked to a coworker who lives in Churubusco about which park the kids games were at. She laughed and said there is only one. It started a 9AM. and ended at 11:30 AM. We were there the whole time. I was sooo hot. I'm not sure about the actual temp. but, I do know it was suppose to get up to 91 degrees today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnSa8LMeyxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Bjjbn9sRKRw/s1600-h/Turtle+days+kids+fun23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076853038541359890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnSa8LMeyxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Bjjbn9sRKRw/s200/Turtle+days+kids+fun23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a big school carnival. In the picture above Sarah is painting her pet rock. I think Miranda loved this station the most. I didn't get a picture of her because she took my undivided attention at this station. I will tell you her pet rock was still wet when we went back for it about 15 minutes later. She asked to sleep with it tonight. I thought that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnSa8bMeyyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/e6Cxo_5cpqU/s1600-h/Turtle+days+kids+fun20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076853042836327202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnSa8bMeyyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/e6Cxo_5cpqU/s200/Turtle+days+kids+fun20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of trouble with Miranda towards the end of morning at Turtle Days. She was hot and very tired. It had been a big day. Miranda had a peanut hunt at the same time Sarah was in a hula contest so I missed getting a picture of her doing that. Coleman did a good job at a game where you use a water gun to shoot loose two liter caps off the two liters. I missed getting that picture because Miranda got excited about balloon animals. Speaking of the balloons didn't make it  home they popped before we left. It's this August grass in June. Coleman and Miranda participated in the watermelon eating contest. All three of them did sack races. Miranda made her own race in between the older kids turns. They all three play numerous games. Sarah hit the target all three times in the bean bag toss. So did Miranda but she didn't get the idea of standing behind the lines. she kept walking up at arms length the throwing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnSa8bMeyzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/M_itdPk95D8/s1600-h/Turtle+days+kids+fun18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076853042836327218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnSa8bMeyzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/M_itdPk95D8/s200/Turtle+days+kids+fun18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to blog on this picture. None of the my kids are in this picture I just thought it was interesting that the softball girls beat the Boy scouts. There were a few less boys. It look likes a lot less but they were just pulled onto one another. We went to the parade this evening. Within a couple of minutes of getting out of the van we ran into a friend. Sarah and her daughter are best friends. Her son and Coleman are good friends. The girls and the boys are in the same class at school at least they were. It was nice sitting with friends it made the sun beating down on me for the second time today a little more bearable. I was ready for it to be over. We were at the end of the parade route. The kids still liked it. I didn't take Miranda to the parade. I felt bad but I told her if she didn't take a nap she couldn't go. she wouldn't lay down and take a nap. She ended up falling asleep around 5PM. We left about ten minutes after that. I wish she would have napped earlier. Unfortunately she slept until I got home. So she is still up it's a little after 11pm. I better get off her and make sure she falls asleep soon or she will be to tired tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I Wish every father out there a.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY FATHERS DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-5922661382490740444?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/5922661382490740444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=5922661382490740444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5922661382490740444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5922661382490740444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/06/having-fun-at-turtle-days.html' title='Having fun at Turtle Days.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnSa8LMeywI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zQRKdl6NuMQ/s72-c/Turtle+days+kids+fun33.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-2059349845904219991</id><published>2007-06-14T04:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T04:53:02.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnD_bbMeysI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a0BJG2QO_zs/s1600-h/Kittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075837626668206786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnD_bbMeysI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a0BJG2QO_zs/s200/Kittens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you feel like a cat nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnD_bbMeytI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_9JAgRbp5-I/s1600-h/Cat+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075837626668206802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnD_bbMeytI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_9JAgRbp5-I/s200/Cat+friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are great to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnD_bbMeyuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/axr9Asx4tzA/s1600-h/Dancing+ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075837626668206818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnD_bbMeyuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/axr9Asx4tzA/s200/Dancing+ducks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnD_brMeyvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eNS2u8ubVq8/s1600-h/Praying+kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075837630963174130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnD_brMeyvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eNS2u8ubVq8/s200/Praying+kitten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for you Jen. I figure this looks like the kittens your trying to give away. Maybe if people knew they could pray it would help you chances of getting rid of some.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-2059349845904219991?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/2059349845904219991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=2059349845904219991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2059349845904219991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2059349845904219991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-cute.html' title='How cute'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RnD_bbMeysI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a0BJG2QO_zs/s72-c/Kittens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-8314825416337844751</id><published>2007-06-10T06:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T07:16:33.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Well school is officially out. Coleman and Sarah's last day was Tuesday. They both received certificates. Sarah received one for citizenship and Coleman received one for citizenship and outstanding attendance. I was so proud of both of them. I'm still waiting on their report cards. They will be coming in the mail. Coleman told me he didn't make the all A honor roll this time because of his social studies grade. All the kids have enjoyed summer so far.&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago about three years ago I decided to make meatloaf with what we had around the house. Well in the kitchen any way. I had never made meatloaf before that. I had dill pickle relish and thought it would taste good. I know I like it on cheeseburgers so why not. Mistake, while it was cooking the whole house filled with pickle smell. The meatloaf also tasted like pickle. Needless to say it was not a good idea. I was afraid to try and make meatloaf after that. I finally tried it again. Everyone liked it and there were no pickles in it this time.&lt;br /&gt;I changed my background again because I thought the Sherck one took to long to open. Does anyone have a problem with the new one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-8314825416337844751?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/8314825416337844751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=8314825416337844751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8314825416337844751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8314825416337844751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/06/pickles.html' title='Pickles'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-3106817575433735725</id><published>2007-06-01T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:08:48.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joining hands to fight cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RmDYOIQwunI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H8FMqft8U50/s1600-h/Balloon"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071290917666732658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RmDYOIQwunI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H8FMqft8U50/s200/Balloon%27s+in+honor+of+cancer+loved+ones..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coleman and Sarah are close to the end of school. They get out June 5th. Today the had their Relay For Life day. Their school spend about two months raising money for the Relay For Life Foundation. They have fundraisers and bring in your loose change. The balloons in the picture above can be bought in memory of or honor of someone the kids new who had cancer. They released the balloons at the end of the day. The school makes a track to walk on and from the start of the day to the end of the day a least one of the classes where walking the field all day. They also make t-shirts in the past they have been tie died. This year they did hand prints around the saying joining hands to fight cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RmDYOIQwuoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YrlNbcu7kkU/s1600-h/Relay+for+life+at+coesse7+2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071290917666732674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RmDYOIQwuoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YrlNbcu7kkU/s200/Relay+for+life+at+coesse7+2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day is spent playing games and having fun. I volunteered in the morning with Sarah's class and in the afternoon with Coleman's class. In Sarah's class there is a girl named Brittney who was diagnosed with cancer at the age of two. She had to go through chemotherapy at two. Because she was so young most of her hair will never grow in. Brittney also lives in our park. It was a hot day to be outside all day. I did get a bit sun burnt.  They started raising money for Relay For Life at the beginning of May. The school set goals for the children. I believe that the kids really wanted to see their principal kiss a pig. The students met every goal. The principal Mr. Roth and a teacher Mr. Toll had to kiss a pig. Mr. Roth also had to shave his head. Another teacher Mrs. Duncan had 8 pies to the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RmDYOYQwupI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yCb0lyYk4xE/s1600-h/Relay+for+life+at+coesse12+2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071290921961699986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RmDYOYQwupI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yCb0lyYk4xE/s200/Relay+for+life+at+coesse12+2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's school program was last Tuesday. I love going to those kind of things. See the picture of the week. The quoted a poem &lt;a href="http://www.poetry4kids.com/poem-221.html"&gt;"My Elephant Thinks I'm Wonderful"&lt;/a&gt;. I think that was my favorite part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-3106817575433735725?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/3106817575433735725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=3106817575433735725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/3106817575433735725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/3106817575433735725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/06/joining-hands-to-fight-cancer.html' title='Joining hands to fight cancer'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RmDYOIQwunI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H8FMqft8U50/s72-c/Balloon%27s+in+honor+of+cancer+loved+ones..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-1640183628495207428</id><published>2007-05-27T04:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T07:06:08.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rllk1oQwumI/AAAAAAAAADw/Vo_G5TDbosc/s1600-h/cemetery2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069193728085768802" style="WIDTH: 684px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rllk1oQwumI/AAAAAAAAADw/Vo_G5TDbosc/s400/cemetery2.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have all been doing well. Sarah and I had a great time on her school field trip to the&lt;a href="http://www.kidszoo.org/"&gt; zoo&lt;/a&gt; and Coleman went to the &lt;a href="http://www.childrensmuseum.org/"&gt;children's museum in Indy&lt;/a&gt; both field trips were on Friday. Miranda has been well. Vince and I both have the next three days off work. I'm so happy we usually only get Sundays. I hope every one has a safe and wonderful Memorial Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Memorial Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- C W Johnson&lt;br /&gt;We walked among the crosses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where our fallen soldiers lay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And listened to the bugle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As TAPS began to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Chaplin led a prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stood with heads bowed low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought of fallen comrades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had known so long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They came from every city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Across this fertile land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That we might live in freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They lie here 'neath the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt a little guilty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sacrifice was small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only lost a little time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But these men lost their all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the services are over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this Memorial Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the names upon these crosses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for what you've given&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one could ask for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you rest with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God in heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From now through evermore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-1640183628495207428?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/1640183628495207428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=1640183628495207428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/1640183628495207428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/1640183628495207428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-have-all-been-doing-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rllk1oQwumI/AAAAAAAAADw/Vo_G5TDbosc/s72-c/cemetery2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-6460487498295754061</id><published>2007-05-14T05:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T05:41:21.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>A: Attached or single? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been happily married for 9 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;B: Best friend?&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; I don't think I could pick just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;C: Cake or pie? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Definitely pie. My favorite is cream pies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Drink of choice?&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; I would have to say In the morning french vanilla coffee and in the afternoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mountaindew.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mountain dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E: Essential item? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I would have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/50541340/Elastic_Ponytail_Holders.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ponytail holders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="more-620"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;F: Favorite color? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have never really picked a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;G: Gummi bears or worms? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I would pick gummy bears. I like the white ones best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: Hometown? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fort Wayne, IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Indulgence? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I always eat to much pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;J: January or February? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I would pick February but I must admit it was easy for me because my birthday is in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;K: Kids? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have three wonderful kids. Coleman,9, Sarah, 7 and Miranda,3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;L: Life is incomplete without? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My live would be meaningless without my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;M: Marriage date? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We were married on 08-02-1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;N: Number of siblings? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have five sister's. Tera, Brandee, Lois, Jessica, and Melissa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: Oranges or apples? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I would pick oranges. I like to peel them. A weird quirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P: Phobias/fears: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Spiders, something happening to my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Q: Favorite quote? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: Reasons to smile? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There are so many reasons to smile. I couldn't possibly name them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;S: Season? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love the beginning of Fall and the beginning of Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;T: Tag three?&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; I will tag Vince, my mom Kay, Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;U: Unknown fact about me? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sometimes I use the kid's shampoo. I like the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;V: Vegetarian or not? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I would have to say not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;W: Worst habit? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Smoking I'm having a very hard time stopping this bad habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: X-rays or ultrasounds? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't mind either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y: Your favorite foods?&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; I love Italian and Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Z: Zodiac? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aquarius I think I don't really know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-6460487498295754061?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/6460487498295754061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=6460487498295754061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6460487498295754061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6460487498295754061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-8126967963841997062</id><published>2007-05-13T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T09:05:23.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RkcL4aq1DTI/AAAAAAAAADo/4O0Zse8mhWE/s1600-h/Happy+Mother"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064029369860951346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RkcL4aq1DTI/AAAAAAAAADo/4O0Zse8mhWE/s400/Happy+Mother%27s+Day.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-8126967963841997062?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/8126967963841997062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=8126967963841997062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8126967963841997062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/8126967963841997062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RkcL4aq1DTI/AAAAAAAAADo/4O0Zse8mhWE/s72-c/Happy+Mother%27s+Day.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-1395448527127990924</id><published>2007-05-11T06:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T06:34:12.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RkRFvKq1DSI/AAAAAAAAADg/hBqs38RD3DA/s1600-h/Angel.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063248557691440418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RkRFvKq1DSI/AAAAAAAAADg/hBqs38RD3DA/s400/Angel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought this was pretty picture. When I ran across it I thought I would share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-1395448527127990924?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/1395448527127990924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=1395448527127990924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/1395448527127990924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/1395448527127990924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-thought-this-was-pretty-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RkRFvKq1DSI/AAAAAAAAADg/hBqs38RD3DA/s72-c/Angel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-2430307111008598915</id><published>2007-05-08T05:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T05:58:04.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>Things are going okay around here. Coleman has 4 field trips coming up this month. He get to go to the Dairy Farm, downtown Columbia City to meet the Mayer, to meet his pen pals from a Fort Wayne school, and to the Children's museum in Indy. Sarah has Grandparents day on Friday, A trip to the Zoo on the 25th, and her class program on the 29th. Miranda has just been enjoying the warm weather and getting as dirty as she can. Vince has been working a lot but other than that he has been doing well. I have been not feeling well and might see the doctor today. I'm afraid my sinus's are turning into an infection.&lt;br /&gt;       I called the kid's doctors yesterday to refill a couple scripts and set up a recheck for Sarah. Upon setting the appointment. They said with Doctor Dick. I said " no doctor Dillon is her doctor".  Much to my surprise her answer was he is no longer with our practice. I didn't receive a letter. Maybe it was lost in the mail or one of my neighbors has it. I guess he left about two weeks ago. So I had his old office do my refills and set Sarah's appt. at his new office. I then signed three releases for there medical records to be transferred over to his new office. This made for a bad start on a Monday morning. I hate to lose their nurse at his old office. I told her she needs to move with Dr. Dillon. She just laughed. On a brighter note it's Tuesday Monday is over.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-2430307111008598915?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/2430307111008598915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=2430307111008598915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2430307111008598915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2430307111008598915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-6938616724727012602</id><published>2007-04-27T06:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T06:38:07.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's little surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RjHRAqq1DQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5TlwluedYE8/s1600-h/rainbow1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058053665897909506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RjHRAqq1DQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5TlwluedYE8/s320/rainbow1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RjHRA6q1DRI/AAAAAAAAADY/FFVkoccmQTY/s1600-h/rainbow3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058053670192876818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RjHRA6q1DRI/AAAAAAAAADY/FFVkoccmQTY/s320/rainbow3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way home from picking the kids up after work yesterday to my surprise the was a beautiful rainbow. Then there were two rainbows. The top one was harder to see as it was not a bright and yes I took the pictures while driving down the highway. Some I took while I was in a turn lane.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a great day. I went to the Shoe Show in Columbia city. It's kind of like Shoe Carnival. I was able to buy me and the kids new shoes. When I leaving and loading the van I noticed to the west a long line of black clouds. The wind was blowing to the north. It changed directions and was on top of me within minutes. I wish I had brought my camera with me. The clouds behind the black line where very strange. Not something you see everyday. The sad part was it was only about an hour and a half after the rainbows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-6938616724727012602?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/6938616724727012602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=6938616724727012602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6938616724727012602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6938616724727012602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/04/lifes-little-surprises.html' title='Life&apos;s little surprises'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RjHRAqq1DQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5TlwluedYE8/s72-c/rainbow1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-1133591551242956287</id><published>2007-04-11T05:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:05:06.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our cat Sarah kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RhyvsGkY43I/AAAAAAAAADA/sypSt7064hM/s1600-h/Cat+in+bag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052106054215197554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RhyvsGkY43I/AAAAAAAAADA/sypSt7064hM/s200/Cat+in+bag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RhyvsGkY44I/AAAAAAAAADI/_2oeZEH1gQQ/s1600-h/Sarah+kitty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052106054215197570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RhyvsGkY44I/AAAAAAAAADI/_2oeZEH1gQQ/s200/Sarah+kitty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Rhyt32kY41I/AAAAAAAAACw/_5kgKHx7VeE/s1600-h/Cat+in+bag.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is our cat Sarah kitty. She was a present to Sarah on her 3rd birthday. At that time Sarah named everything after herself. Sarah kitty has the strangest habits. Her biggest thing is Sarah's homework. She almost always tries laying on it when Sarah is trying to do it. Her other strange habit is sleeping in boxes or bags. I was putting groceries away when I noticed she had already climbed in the bag that was on Saturday. On Friday when I came home from work she was sitting in the egg carton. One time Sarah was doing a small puzzle and she tried to sleep in the lid. Needless to say the lid was way to small for her but she didn't give up. When Sarah put the puzzle away she was laying with just her front half in the lid. I thought it was funny and would share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-1133591551242956287?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/1133591551242956287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=1133591551242956287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/1133591551242956287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/1133591551242956287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/04/our-cat-sarah-kitty.html' title='Our cat Sarah kitty'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RhyvsGkY43I/AAAAAAAAADA/sypSt7064hM/s72-c/Cat+in+bag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-5931218787747134514</id><published>2007-04-03T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T07:17:35.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break and other ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Spring Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It use to me so much more when I was a kid. I do like seeing Coleman and Sarah get excited about spring break. We aren't even going anywhere and Coleman was jumping for joy. Have a great spring break everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not to much has been going on around here lately. Vince doesn't sleep well he is up and down all night. He is at the point he sleeps on our chair in the living. O sleep in our bed usually one of the kids are in there when I go to bed but by the morning all three of them our in there. It's crowded at times. Oh, when Sarah comes to our bed her cat Sarah kitty follows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have really enjoyed the warm weather. That's suppose to change today. Strong storms this afternoon followed by cold weather. Having the Coleman and Sarah playing outside until dinner is done has been nice. Miranda loves riding her tricycle. They have so much fun playing outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I must share a story from about three years ago when Coleman was in kindergarten. He was in the morning class. I would have to leave work to pick him up take him to daycare. One day he wanted to do his homework on the way. All I had was a pen. Debating with myself I decided to let him use the pen. I told him he could use the pen just to be very careful. He replied why because it's illegal to have pens in your car. Of course I instantly start laughing and told him it was because you can't erase pens&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-5931218787747134514?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/5931218787747134514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=5931218787747134514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5931218787747134514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/5931218787747134514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-break-and-other-ramblings.html' title='Spring Break and other ramblings'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-253830534084344362</id><published>2007-03-14T05:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T19:38:44.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March, 14, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RffG4ueJCoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XjccqqAWfKI/s1600-h/science+central+night+at+school.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041716985713986178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RffG4ueJCoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XjccqqAWfKI/s320/science+central+night+at+school.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; The kids had science Central come to their school. It was a lot of fun. They set up stations all around the gym. They do this once a year. We have been busy with their school lately. We had the science central night, science fair projects, and movie night for the family at school. For their science projects they worked together on one. They tested people's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;since&lt;/span&gt; of smell. They would have people close their eyes. Then they would hold garlic powder by their noses and ask people to tell them when they thought they moved the garlic. They timed people and on average it was a little over 8 seconds. Sarah went on a field trip last week with her class to the 4-H fair grounds. They we able to see lots of animals. Coleman's class has swimming at the YMCA every Tues. through the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/418828160486927513-253830534084344362?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/253830534084344362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=253830534084344362' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/253830534084344362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/253830534084344362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-14-2007.html' title='March, 14, 2007'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RffG4ueJCoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XjccqqAWfKI/s72-c/science+central+night+at+school.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-6945475485336227013</id><published>2007-02-01T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:57:06.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>02/01/2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RcGBG-55IbI/AAAAAAAAABs/NAIKxr1gBRI/s1600-h/elephant200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026440616087200178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RcGBG-55IbI/AAAAAAAAABs/NAIKxr1gBRI/s320/elephant200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been very busy around here. Last saturday we went to the shriner's circus. It was a lot of fun. It was Coleman, Sarah, Miranda, (my sister) Missy and myself. Missy turned 17 on jan.25th. On friday I had sarah at the doctors she has been having adominal pain for about three weeks know on and off. They ordered a bunch of test. We spent two hours at lutheran getting most of them ran. I haven't heard anything back from the doctors. Friday night we had a mom and sister night out. It was very nice Altough could have been better if we weren't missing a sister. Who was missed very much but had pryor commentment. There's always next time. On sunday afternoon Miranda started running a fever. In the middle of the night she woke up with a temp. of 103.5 I was a little worried. I took her to the doctors on mon. We had to see Dr. Dick because our Dr. was out for surgery. She had a sinus infection and swollen tonsils. He ordered an x-ray of her atnoids and tonsils. We went and had the x-ray done tues. night. I hope they figure out why she gets sinus infections every other month. It would be nice to not have her get a crazy running nose every time the weather changes. Vince said his throat was hurting bad today. I hope he doesn't get sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-6945475485336227013?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/6945475485336227013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=6945475485336227013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6945475485336227013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6945475485336227013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/02/02012007.html' title='02/01/2007'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RcGBG-55IbI/AAAAAAAAABs/NAIKxr1gBRI/s72-c/elephant200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-4241150812010434430</id><published>2007-01-17T05:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T05:52:07.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>01/17/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ra339vukFjI/AAAAAAAAABI/2ykC1FYCtcY/s1600-h/coleman%27s+first+honor+roll+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020941799743821362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ra339vukFjI/AAAAAAAAABI/2ykC1FYCtcY/s320/coleman%27s+first+honor+roll+award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ra339vukFkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y6WnjQXh66E/s1600-h/sarah%27s+teacher+speaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020941799743821378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ra339vukFkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y6WnjQXh66E/s320/sarah%27s+teacher+speaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ra339vukFlI/AAAAAAAAABY/icrhxyC4nzw/s1600-h/the+honor+roll+students+in+coleman%27s+class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020941799743821394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ra339vukFlI/AAAAAAAAABY/icrhxyC4nzw/s320/the+honor+roll+students+in+coleman%27s+class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are pictures from The kids school award ceremony. They don't start honor roll untill third grade. This was coleman's first honor roll award. I know the pictures aren't the greatest but I'm getting a new camera very soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Sarah decided to cut her own hair. It is very short in some areas. I took her to get it cut (fixed) sunday. They did a great job with what they had to work with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vince has been sick with the flu since sunday. I think he was finaly feeling better last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping to fit the shrine circus into our schedule on friday Jan.26. The show starts at 7pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coleman had a ruff night last night. The dog got a hold of his scooby doo he sleeps with. He was very upset. I should be able to fix it. I now have two stuffed animals to fix. A little later the dog chewed up the truck he spent all afternoon playing with. I couldn't beleive how the truck looked in such a short time. Cole was even more up set that I couldn't fix the truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE A GREAT DAY EVERYONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-4241150812010434430?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/4241150812010434430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=4241150812010434430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/4241150812010434430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/4241150812010434430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/01/011707.html' title='01/17/07'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/Ra339vukFjI/AAAAAAAAABI/2ykC1FYCtcY/s72-c/coleman%27s+first+honor+roll+award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-9216730029854272818</id><published>2007-01-11T05:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T06:17:02.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>01/11/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RaYYR_ukFiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KGm5LI-gdLs/s1600-h/INTHEHISHANDS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018725532194575906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RaYYR_ukFiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KGm5LI-gdLs/s400/INTHEHISHANDS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well we made it through the holidays. They were wonderful. Vince and I are trying to quit smoking. Doing great so far. 11 days smoke free. It has been rough we have had some stressful moments which had made it harder but doing it together has helped.&lt;br /&gt;The kids started a new daycare this week. There last sitter went back to school. (good for her). The new sitter I had lined up for the kids called on sat. and left a message saying she had changed her mind. That she couldn't watch my children. I cryied because that only gave me a day and a half to find someone for the three most improtant people in my life. Our school district is small so uit is hard to find someone that can keep sarah and coleman after school. I found someone on sunday with much prayers. She isn't in their school district but is able to pick them up. I was so stressed. I now know God had this planned all along as always he holds us in his hands. The new daycare is Great she has a farm. Right now alot of their sheep our giving birth. This was the first time I have ever seen a newborn lamb. The kids love it there. It is a little out of the way. I now get home around 6:20.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;JEN, LOOK A NEW POST.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-9216730029854272818?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/9216730029854272818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=9216730029854272818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/9216730029854272818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/9216730029854272818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2007/01/011107.html' title='01/11/07'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RaYYR_ukFiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KGm5LI-gdLs/s72-c/INTHEHISHANDS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-2498048218424077495</id><published>2006-12-23T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T08:36:44.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DECEMBER,23,2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RY0wrmaxAsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aqehik0Kifg/s1600-h/2545037399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011715485938549442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RY0wrmaxAsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aqehik0Kifg/s400/2545037399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RY0wrmaxAsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aqehik0Kifg/s1600-h/2545037399.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RY0sM2axArI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0xFj6eBf0JA/s1600-h/xmas-shopping-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011710559611060914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RY0sM2axArI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0xFj6eBf0JA/s400/xmas-shopping-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Two days until christmas. I'm almost done christmas shopping. I don't know way I wait until the last minute every year. I'm not the only one the places where packed. Just tring to find a spot to park was enough to give me a headache. By the time I made it in the store I had the out of my way attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The kids are ready for christmas. Sarah was not feeling well on thursday. She is better now,Coleman is just glad for the two week break from school, and miranda is just plan ornrey. Vince and I are so happy to get to spend christmas at home with the family this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/418828160486927513-2498048218424077495?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/2498048218424077495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=2498048218424077495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2498048218424077495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/2498048218424077495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2006/12/december232006.html' title='DECEMBER,23,2006'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RY0wrmaxAsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aqehik0Kifg/s72-c/2545037399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-6087186430251029499</id><published>2006-12-09T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T13:45:36.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12/09/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hello everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;            Things are going good around here. I had my work christmas party last night. Lots of fun and danceing. It's always fun to see the doctors getting drunk then making their way to the dance floor. I didn't win any door prizes, but the steak was good enough for me. I had a lot of laughs last night so I thought I would give you a few good laughs also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're From Indiana When...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drive for three hours and the scenery outside doesn't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's three feet of snow on the ground and school is still in session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You only go to the mall once a year 'cause it takes too long to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While driving all you see is corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; People still have Christmas decorations up at Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You start saying to yourself "More than corn in Indiana my butt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyone with a cell phone looks out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Walking through Wal-Mart with two carts full of kids is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wnyone with a tan is rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hip hang-out place is McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There really is more than corn in Indiana. There�s soybeans, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you plan an orgy and a Euchre game breaks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A restaurant has an invisible wall in the non-smoking section and you believe it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speeding consists of 2 miles over the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You think you don't have to use a turn signal on your car because you don't use it on your tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You build your dream house on a cornfield, and you considered it posh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You warsh your clothes and you think George Warshington was the first president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're proud to be called a Hoosier, even if you don't know what one is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no problem spelling or pronouncing "Terre Haute"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detassling was your first job. Bailing hay, your second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stack hay, swim in the pond to clean off, and then have the strength to play a couple of games of hoops all in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say things like "catty-wumpus" and "kitty-corner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You own a dirtbike or a ATV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live in a city ... and there's a cornfield in your backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school basketball game draws a bigger crowd on the weekend nights than movie theaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see at least 2 basketball hoops from your yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can name every one of Bob Knight's "exploits" over the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shop at Marsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon Bailey was your childhood hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest question of your youth was "IU or Purdue?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indianapolis is the "big city". "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting caught by a train" is a legitimate excuse for being late to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People at your high school chewed tobacco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows who the town cop is, where he lives, and whether he is at home or on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually know what the CART vs IRL debate is about and have taken a side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, a raccoon is simply a "coon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vehicle of choice in your area is not a car, but a pickup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone you know is BIG John Mellencamp fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been to the Covered Bridge Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, a tenderloin is not an expensive cut of beef, but a big, salty, breaded piece of pork served on a bun with pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call a green bell pepper a "mango".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you call the toilet the "commode" or the "stool".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fall, one of your favorite pranks was corning cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what FFA and 4H stand for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what chip-and-seal is, and your high school was located on just such a road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go the county fair every night of it's week-long duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say "French Lick" without laughing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually a college near you named "Ball State."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last "g" is silent in any word ending in "ing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think the state Bird is Larry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Indiana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-6087186430251029499?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/6087186430251029499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=6087186430251029499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6087186430251029499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/6087186430251029499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2006/12/12092006.html' title='12/09/2006'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-4870107520342208039</id><published>2006-12-05T04:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T05:27:02.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12/05/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RXVIdE1BElI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q9dHDNAgg34/s1600-h/images%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004986225241690706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="122" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RXVIdE1BElI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q9dHDNAgg34/s400/images%5B11%5D.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RXU-Gk1BEkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yNr8ai0ZSJg/s1600-h/Winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004974843578356290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RXU-Gk1BEkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yNr8ai0ZSJg/s320/Winter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hello everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Things are busy with around her with the holidays. vince is doing good, he is online a lot, he is playing world of war craft. Coleman is doing great, getting good grades at school. He just seen the new movie cars at a friends last night. He was overly excided. Sarah is doing good in school also. All though she is mad at her bus driver because she brought gum to school and was eating it on the bus. The bus driver took her gum away, now she thinks she has to get more gum. Miranda is doing well. She loves the daycare she goes to. She is very oranry, but that makes her more enjoyable at times. Other times it just wears me out. All three kids have there yearly check ups thursday 12/07/06. We love their doctor. He is great with the kids, even my roudy children. It was very cold yesterday. The wind chill is what made it so bad. With the wind chill I don't think it got over 10'. keep warm everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestdealsontheweb.net/disney_skating_christmas.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.bestdealsontheweb.net/disney_skating_christmas.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.bestdealsontheweb.net/disney_skating_christmas.html&amp;amp;amp;h=683&amp;w=800&amp;amp;sz=107&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=17&amp;tbnid=ap4UqRpC-QuefM:&amp;amp;amp;tbnh=122&amp;tbnw=143&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dchristmas%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DX"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-4870107520342208039?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/4870107520342208039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=4870107520342208039' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/4870107520342208039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/4870107520342208039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2006/12/12052006.html' title='12/05/2006'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/RXVIdE1BElI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Q9dHDNAgg34/s72-c/images%5B11%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418828160486927513.post-7677090159506071077</id><published>2006-12-04T06:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T06:25:39.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm new at this</title><content type='html'>I'm new at this give me a few days and check back in. thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/418828160486927513-7677090159506071077?l=familysterling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/feeds/7677090159506071077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=418828160486927513&amp;postID=7677090159506071077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/7677090159506071077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/418828160486927513/posts/default/7677090159506071077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familysterling.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-new-at-this.html' title='I&apos;m new at this'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00377644569345802245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a3GL7PWb8hY/R41KiZKSIqI/AAAAAAAAATk/BMSvtL4yukc/S220/Christmas+morning+at+home.+(6).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
