<?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-6595494076197101682</id><updated>2011-08-01T17:01:37.244-07:00</updated><category term='babies'/><category term='Potty time'/><title type='text'>always on the run.....mom of three</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-2915243065363512165</id><published>2010-05-17T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:11:06.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S_IFE2--JGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cHmQC7Wj_k0/s1600/SDC10951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S_IFE2--JGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cHmQC7Wj_k0/s320/SDC10951.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472442078245823586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S_IFEm57WOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Nz59Kz11_bE/s1600/SDC10947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S_IFEm57WOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Nz59Kz11_bE/s320/SDC10947.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472442073929701602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-2915243065363512165?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2915243065363512165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=2915243065363512165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2915243065363512165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2915243065363512165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S_IFE2--JGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cHmQC7Wj_k0/s72-c/SDC10951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-2006139300368792130</id><published>2010-03-24T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:08:27.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gaby Baby!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S6oOhhwxeDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cgpiFHw8FvE/s1600/DSC04251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S6oOhhwxeDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cgpiFHw8FvE/s320/DSC04251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452186268046817330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This little man keeps me on my toes. He is always into something, if the house gets to quite and you don't see him then you know he is up to no good. He climbs on everything and even moves furniture around to climb. The other day one of the kids left the bathroom door open and he got in and shut the door then he opened the drawer right by the door. So lets say there was no way in the bathroom. I had to sit there bribing him to shut the drawer. He finally did after awhile... He is obsessed with shoes and is always going thru his and Samuels shoes wanting us to put them on. Oh and the screaming that comes out of his mouth when he doesn't get his way is horrible. I wish he would just start talking instead of screaming it could send a momma thru the roof. But on the other hand he has such a angelic little face and when he looks at me I just melt.. I so love this little man. I might be tired right now but eventually he will grow up and I will miss these days so for know I will just enjoy my crazy life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-2006139300368792130?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2006139300368792130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=2006139300368792130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2006139300368792130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2006139300368792130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-gaby-baby.html' title='My Gaby Baby!!!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S6oOhhwxeDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cgpiFHw8FvE/s72-c/DSC04251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5866929101206690670</id><published>2010-03-21T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:09:01.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S6aK1e6v21I/AAAAAAAAAU0/srvi0_ZFHsA/s1600-h/DSC04326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S6aK1e6v21I/AAAAAAAAAU0/srvi0_ZFHsA/s320/DSC04326.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451197050415733586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S6aK1IS-xYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/SFu3zw9th8w/s1600-h/DSC04300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S6aK1IS-xYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/SFu3zw9th8w/s320/DSC04300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451197044343358850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S6aK0488J1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/pwKdr3aB9Qs/s1600-h/DSC04264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S6aK0488J1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/pwKdr3aB9Qs/s320/DSC04264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451197040224380754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5866929101206690670?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5866929101206690670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5866929101206690670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5866929101206690670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5866929101206690670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-baby-girl.html' title='My baby girl'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/S6aK1e6v21I/AAAAAAAAAU0/srvi0_ZFHsA/s72-c/DSC04326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-3162758128923603171</id><published>2009-06-24T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:16:04.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IN GENERAL</title><content type='html'>My life is always so busy anymore. I have four kids who keep me hoping and I am 16 weeks pregnant. I love to stay busy and to go as much as possible. Yesterday some of us decided to take the kids to the water park. We had so much fun. I just love to watch my babies faces when they are enjoying themselves. Gabriel is a water baby and loved to splash in it. I forgot to bring my camera but my hands were full. Samuel had so much fun he stayed in the water the whole time. The older kids did there own thing they loved the lazy river and the water slides. I didn't get to watch them. Since there is only one of me and four of them. But they had a blast and were so tired by the time we left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On another note, yes I am expecting again. I know my baby is not quite 9 months yet. But hopefully he will have a wonderful playmate. My pregnancy this time has been a different than the others. I have had some small problems but that is doing better. I have to be careful since I have had some health issues. But the Lord has been so good to me. I just pray for a safe delivery and a healthy baby. But the Lord knows all. Since these babies are going to be so close we decided to but the older ones in school. I am so afraid that I can't do all that I need to. I don't want to deprive my kids of there education. This last year was a hard year and we are still trying to finish up. Stormie is so excited about it but Elisha is a little nervous. Now Samuel is so happy. He will be doing half a day preschool. He will have a little friend in his class already. I am looking forward to a couple of months of just me and Gabriel before the baby arrives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-3162758128923603171?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/3162758128923603171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=3162758128923603171' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3162758128923603171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3162758128923603171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-in-general.html' title='LIFE IN GENERAL'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-7108288200724265089</id><published>2009-04-03T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:35:42.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>We took some new pictures of the family and kids so I thought I would put a few on here. My little baby Gabriel is growing up so fast. He is already six months old how fast the time has gone.  And the cat is out of the bag we are going to have another baby. Yes I know this is fast but the Lord has his own plan I am due the very beginning of December. Life has been a whirl wind for us this past few years. I am very excited about this new baby I know it will be a lot of work but I am up for the challenge ( I think). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SdbtL0KLxEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zcFHe8qfzzo/s1600-h/0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SdbtL0KLxEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zcFHe8qfzzo/s320/0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320700797020521538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/Sdbs50-YW7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/91AY7xcOSME/s320/0091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320700488001805234" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-7108288200724265089?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7108288200724265089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=7108288200724265089' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7108288200724265089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7108288200724265089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictureshttp4bpblogspotcompn0n0j39llmsd.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SdbtL0KLxEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zcFHe8qfzzo/s72-c/0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-3617695927345623931</id><published>2009-03-05T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:49:01.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing so fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SbCNusX252I/AAAAAAAAAT8/NAy-vfe5q3I/s1600-h/DSC03527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SbCNusX252I/AAAAAAAAAT8/NAy-vfe5q3I/s320/DSC03527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309899793994540898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little man is growing up so fast.  I look at my kids and wonder why the time has to go by so fast. I just wanted to post a picture of my little guy. Life has been busy lately with catching back up with school and the normal household stuff. I will try to post more often but no promises....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-3617695927345623931?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/3617695927345623931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=3617695927345623931' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3617695927345623931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3617695927345623931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-so-fast.html' title='Growing so fast'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SbCNusX252I/AAAAAAAAAT8/NAy-vfe5q3I/s72-c/DSC03527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-7741887841561129356</id><published>2008-12-17T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:08:18.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Life has been so busy since I had my little Gabriel Stone. He has been such a wonderful joy for me to have. But I am so much more busy, I have four wonderful kids who keep me on my toes. We have to do school with the older two, I have a very busy little three year old and my little baby Gab. Thats not including the house work and cooking. We are actually getting ready to leave to go to Oklahoma for Christmas. So know I must do laundry and pack so we can head out in the morning Lord willing. I am so excited to see all my friends and family. I miss them greatly, I am missing them more than I ever thought I would. We plan on spending about a month out there so Lee can work. I want to go to Arkansas to see my Grandma also she has been sick lately and she is getting up in age. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to let everyone know that I was still alive but I am just so busy with life. And what a wonderful life it is. I have a loving husband who I adore and four of the best kids ever..... I thank God for my blessings and hope that I will always remember what he has given me.. I hope everyone has a MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for us on the roads they seem a little scary right know.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-7741887841561129356?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7741887841561129356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=7741887841561129356' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7741887841561129356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7741887841561129356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-3132496016752678793</id><published>2008-11-05T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:58:57.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New pictures of the kids</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry that it has been so long since I have posted on here. But life has been so busy lately. Today I went and had the kids picture taken. So I thought I would post a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SRJaajBvSaI/AAAAAAAAARw/wy5OcfJb5rM/s1600-h/0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SRJaajBvSaI/AAAAAAAAARw/wy5OcfJb5rM/s320/0056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265370326475164066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SRJZ9QV3t6I/AAAAAAAAARo/kBr40NJeymg/s320/0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265369823243122594" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SRJY7Q0z3CI/AAAAAAAAARg/v8RJmsKdbhM/s320/0033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265368689501527074" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SRJYvIuMltI/AAAAAAAAARY/S7DTa7wVfQ4/s320/0036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265368481167873746" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SRJYkJwUnOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LUw5sMiQ8WE/s320/0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265368292466662626" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SRJYQ55aSDI/AAAAAAAAARI/OfOu9tt5cLg/s320/0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265367961792301106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SRJYInSw5RI/AAAAAAAAARA/hJBEWRgITeA/s320/0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265367819359413522" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-3132496016752678793?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/3132496016752678793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=3132496016752678793' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3132496016752678793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3132496016752678793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-pictures-of-kids.html' title='New pictures of the kids'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SRJaajBvSaI/AAAAAAAAARw/wy5OcfJb5rM/s72-c/0056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-7080058481769985421</id><published>2008-10-03T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:42:52.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Pictures of Gabriel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi all this is Sis. Trina. I am over here at Bro. Lee and Sis. Cherrie's house adoring little Gabriel Stone. He is absolutely beautiful and the sweetest tempered little baby. What a huge blessing he is, besides the fact that Boaz and him will be the best of friends.....lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Cherrie was a complete trooper through the birthing process and she is getting along famously, however she isn't up and at 'em quite yet, as is to be expected. However, we know that everyone was dying to see this beautiful little baby so here are some gorgeous pictures of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SOaQ43D4TmI/AAAAAAAAAME/osquzV9LcCA/s1600-h/DSC03246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SOaQ43D4TmI/AAAAAAAAAME/osquzV9LcCA/s320/DSC03246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253045321901559394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SOaQvcdouuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mnQjfnWRhf8/s1600-h/DSC03235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SOaQvcdouuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mnQjfnWRhf8/s320/DSC03235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253045160143010530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SOaQdtgpMpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RFXNZnCCEwg/s1600-h/DSC03224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SOaQdtgpMpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RFXNZnCCEwg/s320/DSC03224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253044855481381522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-7080058481769985421?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7080058481769985421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=7080058481769985421' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7080058481769985421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7080058481769985421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-pictures-of-gabriel.html' title='First Pictures of Gabriel'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SOaQ43D4TmI/AAAAAAAAAME/osquzV9LcCA/s72-c/DSC03246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5805615676692919868</id><published>2008-10-02T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:36:45.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Welcome Baby</title><content type='html'>Gabriel Stone Bosch was born on september 30th at 7:15 am.  He weighed 9 1\2 pounds and is 21 1\2 inches long.  He arrived on our 13th anniversary.  Hope to post pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5805615676692919868?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5805615676692919868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5805615676692919868' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5805615676692919868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5805615676692919868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-baby.html' title='Welcome Baby'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-2026583216554911926</id><published>2008-09-26T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:27:43.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No baby yet!</title><content type='html'>I am so ready to have this baby in my arms. I am only a few days late so far but I just want my baby here. He moves all the time to let me know he is here and healthy. But I have a house full of people waiting for me to have this baby and I feel as if there lives have been put on hold because of me. I have so enjoyed having the company and the help. Sis. Collete has been a doll about keeping my laundry up. And my mother-in-law has been cooking and baking all the time. What yummy food we have had to eat. But I can tell that my patience is real thin and this baby seems to be totally content in my belly. I sure hope by this weekend we have a baby to enjoy. My mother-in-law has to leave Wednesday. So I guess that God has a plan and we will just wait to see what it will be. Just remember me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-2026583216554911926?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2026583216554911926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=2026583216554911926' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2026583216554911926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2026583216554911926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-baby-yet.html' title='No baby yet!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-4371689373435152503</id><published>2008-09-17T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:03:27.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry its been so long......</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry that I haven't posted in awhile. But I just feel so unconnected to the computer right now. I really don't have a whole lot to say or maybe there is just to much to say. Not really sure just haven't been in the blogging mood for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The time is getting close for this little bundle of joy to grace us with his little face. We are feeling pretty strong that its going to be a boy. But what ever we have will be a blessing from God. I have gotten everything as ready as I can and Lee's mom will be here tomorrow night. I will ask one of the sisters to give you guys a update when the bundle does arrive. Just remember me in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-4371689373435152503?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4371689373435152503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=4371689373435152503' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4371689373435152503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4371689373435152503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-its-been-so-long.html' title='Sorry its been so long......'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-2163355502195830113</id><published>2008-08-14T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:35:12.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just talking!!</title><content type='html'>I have no excuses for not posting lately, other than pure laziness. So here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SKS9NbxT9nI/AAAAAAAAALs/VSbcjdBYRnE/s1600-h/2008+oregon+move+and+slate+job+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SKS9NbxT9nI/AAAAAAAAALs/VSbcjdBYRnE/s320/2008+oregon+move+and+slate+job+259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234516705401894514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is Lee and Robert chilling out by the penske truck while we are waiting for them to come change the flat we had on our move out here. These poor guys look like they had a hard job waiting. We had only been gone for about three hours when this flat took place. Luckily we were by a town and didn't have to wait beside a busy hi-way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have officially decided that it is so much easier having a baby when you are in your twenties and in much better shape. Don't get me wrong I am doing fine and I push myself. But this old body sure does feel a difference. And since I have done this before (labor) I am not looking forward to it. I can't wait for the end results. I try not to complain much to anyone but my wonderful husband. He just hears it a lot. I have finally got everything almost ready all the little things I need bought. Just a few things still to gather. Washed all the baby clothes and blankets. I am only 34 weeks but I feel as if the time is going by so fast and I want to prepared. I can always hope for a fast delivery right. But I usually have time to do all while I am in labor. This baby is very active which can hurt at times but it always makes me smile to know it is healthy. Well I just thought I would talk a little and let all know what is going on around here. Mostly just counting down the days for the new arrival....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-2163355502195830113?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2163355502195830113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=2163355502195830113' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2163355502195830113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2163355502195830113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-talking.html' title='Just talking!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SKS9NbxT9nI/AAAAAAAAALs/VSbcjdBYRnE/s72-c/2008+oregon+move+and+slate+job+259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-7730175225433172141</id><published>2008-07-21T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:36:29.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>We have been here in Oregon for almost two weeks and things have been very busy. I have really enjoyed myself with berry pick'n and the sisters. The first week was getting things in order so our house felt like a home and not full of boxes. Oh believe me the boxes are not done being unpacked they are just in the garage so I don't have to look at them. We had some wonderful help from some dear friends of our with our move. Bro. Robert took time out of his work to help us drive the Penske truck and Lee's cousin Tiffany helped me drive the van. I was so glad for all there help. They went above and beyond to help us. Thank you guys so much and we love you guys so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The second week has been Lee trying to find work. He had to do a little more stuff in order to start looking. And tonight he is on his way to do two bids. We are still praying that the Lord will provide. He has always done a wonderful job of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have done really good with this move and my pregnancy. I have been a little wore out at times but that is just how anyone feels after moving across country. The baby is moving all the time. And I just love to lay and feel him move around. This just brings a huge smile to my face. The time has gone by so fast this time, I can't believe the time is getting so close. I am almost 31 weeks and just 9 more to go. Wow, it sorda feels unreal. I still have lots to do to get ready for this little guy. But there is so much to do before I will be ables to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-7730175225433172141?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7730175225433172141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=7730175225433172141' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7730175225433172141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7730175225433172141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-8190193339844767517</id><published>2008-07-14T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:20:17.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Arrived!</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy that I haven't had the time to get on here and let you all know that we have arrived. We left a week ago on monday morning and got here wednesday night. Believe me I have been wore out. But I am so glad that we are here. I will post more later but there is so much to do. Just letting you all know we got here safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-8190193339844767517?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/8190193339844767517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=8190193339844767517' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8190193339844767517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8190193339844767517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-have-arrived.html' title='We Have Arrived!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-6736364115123719088</id><published>2008-07-04T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T06:48:40.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye for Now!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY FOURTH LADIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last day on here until we get moved. I am doing all the laundry, and repacking the suitcases for our long awaited move. We have dinner plans with some wonderful friends this evening and then Lee will pick up the moving truck in the morning to load it with all of our stuff. We are going to spend the night with some wonderful friends who have been so good to us and go to church one last time here before we go. Then monday morning we will be Oregon bound. Wow that sounds a little unreal to me. We are actually heading out finally. I just pray that I can make this move feeling wonderful. I will be limited to my drinks though or else we might not ever get to our destination. As it is the baby is always on my bladder. So off to finish the laundry I must go.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-6736364115123719088?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6736364115123719088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=6736364115123719088' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6736364115123719088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6736364115123719088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-bye-for-know.html' title='Good Bye for Now!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-1382171124117068455</id><published>2008-06-30T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:35:35.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glistening Water Fall!</title><content type='html'>As all of you know we are staying at my moms house until we move. So as a good house guest I try to pull my weight around here and do things to help out. So tonight I decided that I would unload the dishwasher, so me and my big helper Elisha went to conquer this task. I usually get the things on top and have the kids hand me the things on bottom since bending over is getting a lot harder to do. So as I was putting up the glass cups on the glass shelf, all of the sudden a water fall of glasses came cascading around my legs leaving me in a pool of glass with no where to go. Quickly Elisha leaps to the counter for safety dropping sippy cups along the way. Samuel turns and runs in terror as the cups are still falling around me. I yell to my night and shinning armor to come and rescue me. He flashes a quick, "I'm MacGuyver" I can fix anything look and grabs the broom to rescue his only love who is standing with glass covering her bare feet. He swoops the glass off of the freezer for her to have a safe place to retreat while he softly brushes the glass shavings off of her feet. And begins the task of cleaning the mess. Now the mess is cleaned and we have to tell my mom that she is missing about 20 cups and that they are now in the trash. To my defense her glass shelf was missing one peg and the shelf tipped forward in the process of placing the clean ones up on it. I must say that no one got hurt in this little situation we had. Just the cups...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-1382171124117068455?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1382171124117068455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=1382171124117068455' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1382171124117068455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1382171124117068455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/06/glistening-water-fall.html' title='Glistening Water Fall!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-4172766943527484704</id><published>2008-06-29T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:20:23.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy as a Bee are We!!!!</title><content type='html'>We are out of the house and are at my moms house for the week. Lee has worked so hard trying to get everything done. I feel so blessed to have a husband who takes care of me. He also is redoing my Aunts kitchen before we leave also. So he has been so busy lately. He has done such a wonderful job on it. I will take some pictures when he is done grouting it so you all can see how good he is at what he does. I feel as if we have ran a marathon the last few days. The sad thing is that Lee has done pretty much everything. I have just tagged along for the ride most of the time. I feel like it might be awhile before things get back to normal. I am one who likes to get moved and have things unpacked as soon as possible. But I must say that I am already exhausted all the time and the further I get in this pregnancy the more tired I seem to be. But thankfully I have a husband who can't stand to live with boxes everywhere either, so I am sure he will have me unpacked as soon as possible. I might have to redo some things later on but that will be fine. I just appreciate all he does for me. I love you hunny so much and thank you for doing those little things for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-4172766943527484704?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4172766943527484704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=4172766943527484704' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4172766943527484704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4172766943527484704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-as-bee-are-we.html' title='Busy as a Bee are We!!!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-285225577645423444</id><published>2008-06-27T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:57:14.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wore out!</title><content type='html'>Well we decided to move out of our house today. And what a exhausting day it has been for us. My sweet mother-in-law came down and helped me so much with the last minute packing. We planned on doing it tomorrow but we had some help today so today became the day. All the major stuff is out of the house and know I just have to do a little bit of the loose packing and cleaning of the house tomorrow. I am not looking forward to this but it is something that must be done. Now don't worry my mom is going to help me tomorrow. And my kids are going to run the sweeper and clean the bathrooms. So I guess you can say I will be the supervisor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was reading Trina's blog and the potty training and made me think of a little incident that I had with Samuel the other day. As you all know he is potty trained and has done a wonderful job with it. But I haven't taught him how to go number 1 standing up yet. Not to sure how I will do that one. I am hoping his dad will do it. O.k. let get on with the story. I was on my way home from town a few weeks ago and my little man started dancing around in his car seat. So I looked back and asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom, which of course he said yes. Well there was no where to go so I pulled over on the road to let him go on the side. My little guy was puzzled when I pulled his pants down and told him to go. It really bothered him that he had his pants off on the side of the road. He didn't know what to do. So he started yelling at me to put his pants on. So of course I did and put him back in his seat and told him to hold it till we got home. He made it home and was still dry but barely. I am hoping my husband will help teach him to go standing up so on the trip when there is no where for miles he can go on the side of the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-285225577645423444?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/285225577645423444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=285225577645423444' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/285225577645423444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/285225577645423444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/06/wore-out.html' title='Wore out!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-1023184853799148111</id><published>2008-06-25T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:10:59.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies!</title><content type='html'>We are officially moving out of our house this weekend. So just a little more packing to do on friday and on Saturday everything will be moved over to storage for one week. Can you believe it we leave in just a week and a half. I am so excited that things seem a little unreal. I thought that I would be a little sad when we moved but with this taking so long I am just excited to get it over with. I will miss all of my friends and family but it is just way past time to go. So for now there are no tears but we haven't left yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend some time with my friend Sylvia today and I enjoyed our time together so much. I will miss you very much, but since we talk on the phone most of the time anyways. I think that will stay the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-1023184853799148111?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1023184853799148111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=1023184853799148111' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1023184853799148111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1023184853799148111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-6919521024756398432</id><published>2008-06-16T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:51:45.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks to go!!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it, we will be moving in exactly three weeks from this morning. It has been a long process but it seems to have gone by pretty fast. It amazes me how time just slips away and before you know it, its been a year. We have been in the this process for so long and now the time is almost here. Then I think about this pregnancy and I realize that I am about to start my 7th month. I am 26 weeks pregnant and beginning my third trimester, where has the time gone. As I watch my belly grow and feel this little guy growing inside me, it brings me so much joy. I so love being pregnant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very long ago Sis. Marisela wrote a blog on the things she was looking forward to. So it made me think about the things that I am looking forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moving into the home we have already rented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting ready to have my baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Making new friends and rekindling with old friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting to decorate and getting all my stuff out of storage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Starting our new school and getting a head start before the baby comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Holding my new baby.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Being apart of a small assembly/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-6919521024756398432?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6919521024756398432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=6919521024756398432' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6919521024756398432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6919521024756398432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/06/3-weeks-to-go.html' title='3 weeks to go!!!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-4345241796514294340</id><published>2008-06-13T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:12:39.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gods Mercy to my man!</title><content type='html'>You all know that Lee hurt his ankle a few weeks back. I took a picture of it about a week after he did it. I wish I would of thought to take one when it was first done. But this is when the healing was taking place. He is so much better now. He does have a slight limp but that is o.k. I teased him about being toble and me being woble. What a couple we make walking down the street. God has had so much mercy on him. His ankle still has a knot around it. But the swelling has gone out of his foot. He has a slight swelling in his leg. But nothing to complain about. Thanks for all the prayers we really appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SFLTYxGHpBI/AAAAAAAAALk/keOmGqnf8Yk/s1600-h/DSC02812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SFLTYxGHpBI/AAAAAAAAALk/keOmGqnf8Yk/s320/DSC02812.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211460141270410258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-4345241796514294340?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4345241796514294340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=4345241796514294340' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4345241796514294340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4345241796514294340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/06/gods-mercy-to-my-man.html' title='Gods Mercy to my man!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SFLTYxGHpBI/AAAAAAAAALk/keOmGqnf8Yk/s72-c/DSC02812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-2345005955688201819</id><published>2008-06-10T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:19:48.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Done!</title><content type='html'>Awhile back I had posted on how I was making some baby bands and some baby blankets. So I decided to go ahead and get some pictures of them on here. I have never made blankets before but I was in the mood to do something. I am really pleased with the outcome. Now don't look to hard you might see all my mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7R2Dtk-vI/AAAAAAAAALc/sD1hQcSN_5w/s1600-h/DSC02837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7R2Dtk-vI/AAAAAAAAALc/sD1hQcSN_5w/s320/DSC02837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210332545553857266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7RwAeFDWI/AAAAAAAAALU/2J86F06w62I/s1600-h/DSC02835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7RwAeFDWI/AAAAAAAAALU/2J86F06w62I/s320/DSC02835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210332441604328802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the dinosaur blanket that I started years ago for Elisha and just finished for Samuel. It took so long to sew around those dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7ROp4ajjI/AAAAAAAAALM/kfJK5IP5GnM/s1600-h/DSC02833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7ROp4ajjI/AAAAAAAAALM/kfJK5IP5GnM/s320/DSC02833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210331868605091378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7RH_vQXNI/AAAAAAAAALE/wxPJdQECRw4/s1600-h/DSC02832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7RH_vQXNI/AAAAAAAAALE/wxPJdQECRw4/s320/DSC02832.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210331754213170386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ahead and made two little girl blankets just in case. But more than likely its going to be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7QutPFd4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ki7xLItdgnk/s1600-h/DSC02831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7QutPFd4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ki7xLItdgnk/s320/DSC02831.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210331319749670786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7Qnc-1UQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-qrqBaVbk24/s1600-h/DSC02830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7Qnc-1UQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-qrqBaVbk24/s320/DSC02830.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210331195127451906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7Pv5p2yWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ciZbJHIIdkY/s1600-h/DSC02843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7Pv5p2yWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ciZbJHIIdkY/s320/DSC02843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210330240751421794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby bands that I made for this new little. I made two different types, not so sure which one I would like best. I think the ones with the arms will be really nice. They have velcro on them so no more safety pins to hold them into place. I am very proud of myself since I am not much of a seamstress. But I am learning and teaching myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-2345005955688201819?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2345005955688201819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=2345005955688201819' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2345005955688201819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2345005955688201819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-done.html' title='Finally Done!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SE7R2Dtk-vI/AAAAAAAAALc/sD1hQcSN_5w/s72-c/DSC02837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-7590379242216584609</id><published>2008-06-05T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:22:19.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempted and Tried!</title><content type='html'>I feel with all my heart that the Lord showed me a few years back that we would move back to Oregon. The first thing was to wait on him to show my husband. By the way he did and we both feel that this is the Lords will. But the timing on things we wasn't to sure about. We have a business and we had employees to worry about. We also had two homes to worry about. So we started with preparations and had all our employees go under our partner for payroll so they still had job security, and sold one of the houses instantly. The Lord so worked that sell out for us and the wonderful couple who bought it. We had considered renting the other out but I was to scared and wanted it to be sold. Well during this last year I had a miscarriage my oldest son got poison sumac. Two very stressful things back to back. This all passes eventually and a few months later I end up pregnant again. A blessing from God for sure. I was really sick the first four months, and this is not normal for me. I feel as if we have had one trial after another. Things start looking on the upside we have a contract on our house it looks like the time is almost here. Last week we tried to talk to the sellers to check on things and they won't answer the phone to us. Mmmm makes you wonder whats going on huhhh.....Still to this day no call. So we have officially decided to rent the house out for awhile. So we pray we can get good, honest renters in here who won't destroy my beautiful home. Please pray for us on this one. Then you all know that Lee got hurt and has been on crutches for two weeks so far. It is slowly getting better. So we think that maybe the trials are over and we can get on with move right. NO,  I don't think so, our van started having some problems with the a/c so I decided to take it in and see what the problem is today. So in the van goes to the dealership for some checking out and I have a wonderful sister come and get me to have some girl time. We decided to go to hobby lobby and do some shopping and I get a phone call from Lee. He has been trying to call the moving company that we have paid a down payment of to delay our move a few weeks to give him more time for healing. Guess what we can't reach this company for nothing. No one will answer the phone or call us back. So here we are wondering what is going on. So I go to the bank that we paid them with and they already took our money out. Urgghhhh....... So we assumed we are out that $500.00 dollars. Then I told myself that it is just money and things will be o.k. So we decided we needed to go to lunch. While I was at the restaurant I get a call from the dealership, yes more bad news, the will cost me $900.00 to get the air fixed and the brakes were needing done. And hey we are moving in the summer and these things must be done. So lets just say I felt very discouraged today and did a little tear shedding. But I still know that we are to move and that we are just being tried. By the way the moving company finally called back and said they would send us a check for the money we gave them. But for now I will just pray it does happen. But I don't really no if it will. There has been other things that has happened but these are things that stand out to me right now. I hope I don't sound whinny I just want to look back and remember that we were tried but God pulled us through. I know with out a doubt that the time is almost here and that the devil would love for us to stay here and not go where the Lord would have us be. But I so want to do his will, I just pray that I can with stand all that is thrown at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move has been delayed a little because of Lee's foot. We are now hoping for the 7th of July. I will be over six months by then but I feel so much better right now. I have so much energy and the baby moves all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-7590379242216584609?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7590379242216584609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=7590379242216584609' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7590379242216584609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7590379242216584609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/06/tempted-and-tried.html' title='Tempted and Tried!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5995477217758721005</id><published>2008-06-03T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:41:12.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time!</title><content type='html'>It is official the summer has hit us here in Oklahoma. The weather is muggy and hot, not a good combination. As most of you know my husband got hurt about a week ago. This has been a definite trial for us, we are not used to him being down. And it doesn't hurt that I am 24 weeks pregnant. So there is a lot of things that I am limited to. So here we are a couple of people who have so much to do and we are limited to what we can do. The yard needs mowed, Lee needs to work, and the moving company is scheduled for less than two weeks away. But how will we make the trip if Lee can't drive? Not so sure, maybe another delay. I sure hope not, but things happen. His ankle is slowly getting better, the swelling has gone down so much but he still has pain in it and can't walk. When ever he rides in the vehicle his ankle will start swelling again. I fear that he might of caused some serious damage. I just pray that it will heal quickly. I thank all of you who has been praying for him I really appreciate it. Now for those of you who don't know how this happened just remember we are not as young as we used to be. Sometimes the things we did when we was kids was foolish and shouldn't be repeated as we get older. Our bodies are more fragile and don't heal as quickly. I am very protective of our kids and you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5995477217758721005?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5995477217758721005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5995477217758721005' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5995477217758721005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5995477217758721005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-1798769694140527591</id><published>2008-05-27T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:00:54.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SDx2dHGDeFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iwdJ-nYYgpo/s1600-h/DSC02588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SDx2dHGDeFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iwdJ-nYYgpo/s320/DSC02588.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205165511826176082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest son just turned 11 years old yesterday. He has grown into such a fine young man. I am such a proud momma, he helps me in so many ways. We had big plans for this weekend and then our plans all changed. My husband got hurt on saturday morning and sprang his ankle real bad. So he has been house bound and crippled all weekend. We had to get him some crutches to get around on. So we ended up spending the weekend home and relaxing. I am so sorry Elisha that things didn't work out like we planned but I am so proud of you for being so good about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-1798769694140527591?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1798769694140527591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=1798769694140527591' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1798769694140527591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1798769694140527591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/05/hes-eleven.html' title='He&apos;s Eleven'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SDx2dHGDeFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iwdJ-nYYgpo/s72-c/DSC02588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5306376457602962244</id><published>2008-05-23T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:24:00.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS!!!!</title><content type='html'>We have officially rented us a house in Oregon. We have the lease agreement sent by fax and the check is going in the mail. I am really excited, this makes things feel a little more real to me. We still haven't heard anything on the house here in Oklahoma yet, we were supposed to hear something today. But so far I have had no call. We are really praying that things will close soon and no more delays. But we did decide to go ahead with the move for now. So Lord willing we will be on our way in June sometime. I am just so happy to have a house to move straight into. The pictures look awesome and we had some people go have a look ( thanks Dennis and Trina ). They both gave it a thumbs up, so this means it is a keeper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5306376457602962244?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5306376457602962244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5306376457602962244' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5306376457602962244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5306376457602962244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/05/news.html' title='NEWS!!!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-8870207506096146635</id><published>2008-05-22T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:06:40.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bands......</title><content type='html'>I woke up early this morning to go to town and get the stuff to make me some new baby bands. I had asked a sister that I know to help me, so I picked her up and off to Joanne Fabrics we went. We found some of the cutest baby blanket stuff, so I couldn't resist and purchased the stuff to make this baby 3 new blankets. When we were done we went and ate some Mexican food and then to another fabric store and of course Sonic for happy hour. Then off to her house to get the bands done. We made 11 new baby bands and sewed two blankets. Thanks to her daughter coming over and helping. I will go tomorrow to finish sewing the velcro on the bands and finish the other blankets. This has really been a fun thing to do. I am so excited to have all of these things done. I will take some pictures tomorrow if we get them finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Samuel was much better today. I think he is just testing me to see how much he can get away with. I plan on showing him who is the boss. Hopefully I can stick to it, but sometimes the things he says and does is just way to cute coming out of his little mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-8870207506096146635?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/8870207506096146635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=8870207506096146635' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8870207506096146635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8870207506096146635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-bands.html' title='Baby Bands......'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-66653489499129389</id><published>2008-05-21T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:51:34.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Morning!!!!</title><content type='html'>This morning has been a crazy one for me. How do I start, Oh ya.. the ants that are infesting my house. My husband woke me up and told me that we had ants all over the kitchen floor. By the way it was to early to start cleaning for me, but I can't stand those little things. So I pop out of bed wake the kids up to help. They start moving everything off the tile so I can sweep the ants up and give it another good cleaning. After I got done cleaning the floor and picking a few things I looked up to see what time it was. It was 7:00 a.m. and I must admit I don't usually get around till around 8:00. So those pesty little things were gone for now. Then I decided I would make a phone call and chat for awhile. That went very well, thanks Sylvia for always being there to chat with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my day really started, my three year old (Samuel who I love dearly) decided to become a little terror. Lets just say I said way to much about someone else's kids that I am being paid back. For starters he found some lotion and smeared it all over Elisha's bed and window. So we clean that up and of course had the talk with him. I decided that I was going to take a shower and get cleaned up, so off to the bathroom I went to find Samuel in the bathroom with no pants on and toilet paper everywhere. As soon as he saw me the apologies started coming out of his mouth. "I sorry mommy".... So now its time to clean this mess up and crack down on him. So of course the kids start cleaning his mess and I spank his little bottom and told him that was a no no. I must admit this is becoming a daily experience with him that I am getting sick of. He loves to plunge the toilet also, wet toilet paper in the toilet he just potted in. And then throw it around the bathroom. My other two kids never got into anything. So as the morning has gone on this little man has been hitting, pulling his sisters hair, and throwing fits. By the way I don't do well this kind of attitude in my house.  Then all the sudden the house got quite, Oh no that can't be a good sign. So off to my room I go to find my three year old in my bathroom spraying my shout all over the place. That was it the child was going to bed before momma pulled her hair out. And by the way I had plans of going to town this morning. But they are on hold while the little one takes his much needed nap. I just pray that I can win this fight with him, he is usually such a good boy, but every since he turned three one month ago he has kept me on my toes. I love you Samuel so much I just want you to know how to mind and stay out of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is quite, Samuel is asleep and I have some much needed time to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-66653489499129389?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/66653489499129389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=66653489499129389' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/66653489499129389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/66653489499129389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-morning.html' title='What A Morning!!!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-3521031768847710541</id><published>2008-05-19T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:49:48.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Habit.... Funny Situation</title><content type='html'>I have noticed lately that I have been grinding my teeth. The problem with this is, that it gives me a headache and is hard on my teeth. I have never done this before and my jaw is aching. I have to stop and pay attention to what I am doing and even at that it is still hard not to do. What a annoying habit to have. How this has started I have no idea I just figured it out lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as we was laying in bed we could here Samuel in his room yelling at the kids. Yes my three year old is very bossy. So Lee decided that he needed to go and take care of him and stop his yelling. As he went in his room he saw Samuel still in his crib ( yes he is still in the crib it keeps him from waking up and roaming the house). So Lee asked him what his problem was and he told his daddy that there was dinosaurs everywhere and they would get him if he got out. But the problem was he didn't want the kids to leave his room. So when they would walk out he would go ballistic on them. So daddy reassured him that there were no dinosaurs to worry about. This gave us a good chuckle this morning the things that he comes up with sometimes just amuses us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-3521031768847710541?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/3521031768847710541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=3521031768847710541' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3521031768847710541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3521031768847710541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-habit-funny-situation.html' title='Bad Habit.... Funny Situation'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-834987468098875950</id><published>2008-05-18T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:25:25.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking like crazy....</title><content type='html'>I have so enjoyed the last three weeks of being pregnant. I am feeling like my old self and the baby is a very active little guy. I am almost 22 weeks and this baby kicks hard enough that I can see it and feel it on the outside. This might not be a big thing for most but when you are over weight to start out with they say sometimes you won't feel it  as easy in the beginning. I started feeling the butterflies about 15 weeks and soon after I could feel movement. Now it just moves all the time and Lee can even feel him going crazy. I love to lay and just enjoy the movements, kicks and jabs. I am sure in another month or two I might be wishing it would settle down as it gets in my ribs. But for now I will just savor every moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I decided to finish a quilt I started a long time ago. I am hoping to get this done, then start making a few things for the baby. I am really having a hard time not shopping for this little one. I want to go buy new onesies, gowns, socks, and all the necessities you need in the beginning. I am not one who is good about saving things, I usually will find someone who needs my things as I get done. Since usually after having a baby, I vow that thats the last one. I believe I have said that twice now. Oopps here I go again, it is so true that you forget or just go insane and do it again. All of my kids have been planned so I can't say they ever were a oops baby. Sometimes it just took longer than what we would of liked. I don't mean to bore anyone with my pregnancy I just want to someday look back and remember the things that meant so much to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-834987468098875950?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/834987468098875950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=834987468098875950' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/834987468098875950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/834987468098875950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/05/kicking-like-crazy.html' title='Kicking like crazy....'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5549332649572663527</id><published>2008-05-17T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T08:53:40.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to.. I Want tooo....</title><content type='html'>One of my deepest desires is to be able to breast feed this little baby that I am carrying. I have tried with the others and have never been very successful. When Elisha was little I only tried for a day or so then I got scared when he lost some weight so I put him on the bottle. I was a new mom who had just lost a child 10 months before and couldn't bear the thought of doing anything wrong. When I had Stormie I had learned so much more information so I stuck it out for awhile. But I soon got breast fever and was really sick and still young and scared that I would make her sick. So she went to the bottle after a few months. When I was pregnant with Samuel I was so determined that I just knew I was going to do so much better, since I was older and more wiser. I was able to nurse him for only three months and the cracking and bleeding never eased up it just keep getting worse. So I would try to pump so at least he would get the good milk. Then one day I looked at the bottle and it was filled with pink milk. This really bothered me that I was feeding my son my blood in his milk. So I stopped and went to formula again. But I am determined to try this again. Something deep inside me wants to do this so bad. Sometimes I think I will keep having babies until I can accomplish breast feeding. Sounds crazy I know, but I can't help but want to. I do all the reading I can find on ways to help me out. I get so jealous of those women who have no difficulties but for me it has always been a trial. And I know that I am not the only women who has been challenged with this. So for those of you who understand I am sorry and for those who don't count your blessings. So I pray that this baby will know how to latch on right and be a wonderful breast feeding baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading different things on how to prepare early so maybe this will all help. Sorry to bore you all but it is something I really would like to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5549332649572663527?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5549332649572663527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5549332649572663527' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5549332649572663527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5549332649572663527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want-to-i-want-tooo.html' title='I Want to.. I Want tooo....'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-258427611528170967</id><published>2008-05-16T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T06:00:24.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings</title><content type='html'>I must say that I am a morning person. I love how in the mornings when my little man comes to me to cuddle. How he holds my face and tells me that he loves me. How his sweet little face can put a smile all over my face. I feel sad at times when I think of how when my older kids were young and I didn't enjoy each stage of there life as much as I have with Samuel. I was always so busy with life. Now all I want to do is savor each moment of my kids. I catch myself paying more attention to all the details of my pregnancy. Enjoying the moments of little movements the baby makes, holding Samuel when ever he asks. Savoring the moments is what is important right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-258427611528170967?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/258427611528170967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=258427611528170967' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/258427611528170967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/258427611528170967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/05/mornings.html' title='Mornings'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-3506538254178631325</id><published>2008-05-12T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:13:30.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVENTUALLY IT WILL HAPPEN!</title><content type='html'>We are still waiting to hear when our closing will be. The people buying our house ran into a few glitches. So we are being patient and trying to work with them. We have just decided it wasn't for us to move this month. So we are hoping for next month. Things are still going slowly, we actually decided to do some more packing today and the house is getting cleaned out except for furniture, kitchen necessities, and a suit case of clothes for each of us. The closets are on the verge of being empty. And all those little nuk and cranies are being cleaned out. We are really praying about a home to move into out there. We are so torn on the idea of renting or buying. Our emotions keep going back and forth on which route we should take. We know that God has a plan and I just hope that we make the right decision. Sometimes we are bad about just doing. Actually this is the longest it has taken for us to do anything. Usually we have a idea and just react on it, but this move has been in the Lords hand the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am know almost 21 weeks and I feel so good. My energy has returned, and I feel like my old self. The baby is moving and kicking all the time, and this is such a wonderful feeling. I am one of those who love to be pregnant but the delivery is something I could do with out. But its something that is a must to get the baby here. I keep praying that things will be different this time, but I always say that. I guess every birth has been different but always a difficult process for me. Elisha was my easiest but I had had a baby just 10 months before and I think my body was still in that mode. I will just keep praying for the best and keep enjoying my pregnancy through this move and transition in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you are wondering if this move will ever happen. I am here to say eventually it will happen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-3506538254178631325?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/3506538254178631325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=3506538254178631325' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3506538254178631325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3506538254178631325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/05/eventually-it-will-happen.html' title='EVENTUALLY IT WILL HAPPEN!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-2320668961998779837</id><published>2008-05-08T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:37:16.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>This is a song that my husband wrote, so here he is singing it for us. I think he did a wonderful job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3bwdjgDvg2k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3bwdjgDvg2k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-2320668961998779837?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2320668961998779837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=2320668961998779837' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2320668961998779837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2320668961998779837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-8434516567009504921</id><published>2008-05-07T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:52:28.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Mothers Day for me.......</title><content type='html'>I decided that I was going to get my hair all natural. So I went to my cousin and had it turned back to normal, no more crazy hair at least for now. Lee was very pleased with the outcome. I must admit I like it also. So here is a picture of me with just plain brown hair. No two tons or high lights for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SCJM9ZO_86I/AAAAAAAAAKc/AbHT0MwKZQE/s1600-h/DSC02712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SCJM9ZO_86I/AAAAAAAAAKc/AbHT0MwKZQE/s320/DSC02712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197801537568502690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend my cousin and his wife came down for the night and the next morning we went shopping for her birthday present. In our little adventure she was wanting a purse, by the way this is so up my alley. So off to the mall shopping for purses. My wonderful husband likes to buy me things so he bought me some perfume called summer cocktail by Givenchy and it smells devine. Then he went ahead and let me buy a new purse and wallet. I so love it, It is very neutral and goes with so much. Thanks honey for spoiling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SCJM25O_85I/AAAAAAAAAKU/PVWBy6kydSY/s1600-h/DSC02703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SCJM25O_85I/AAAAAAAAAKU/PVWBy6kydSY/s320/DSC02703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197801425899352978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-8434516567009504921?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/8434516567009504921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=8434516567009504921' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8434516567009504921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8434516567009504921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/05/early-mothers-day-for-me.html' title='Early Mothers Day for me.......'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SCJM9ZO_86I/AAAAAAAAAKc/AbHT0MwKZQE/s72-c/DSC02712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-6612331997484028658</id><published>2008-05-07T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:39:29.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TERRIBLE THREES!!!</title><content type='html'>My sweet little angel has turned over night to a little monster at times. All of the sudden he has decided to test me and see who will get the last word. The last few times that I have took him to wal-mart has been a utter disaster. No joke, you no those kids who are screaming at the top of there lungs throwing there bodies all over the place. Ya thats us, I am the mom who wants to pull her hair out, crawl under something and hide. The only thing that will half way calm him down is when I call daddy to talk to him. Then he shuts up for a little while. Three weeks ago I would of took him to town over all my kids but now I can't stand the thought of even going. Believe me he doesn't get away with the fits he gets in plenty of trouble. I am not one who likes to spank in public because so many people thinks it is abuse, but I believe it is necessary at times or else you are raising the next menace to society. Samuel has decided that when he has pushed us to far to ask us if we want him to kiss us to see if we will forget the moment of fit throwing before. He is so adorable but the fits are too much for me to handle. I so hope we can get past this before the new baby comes. My boys seem to have a bit of a temper that I am learning to control. I want them to be sweet men who can control there tempers and keep them in tact. I have heard that Lee had the same problem as a kid but I must say his parents did something right he is patient with me and with the men who work for him. He also told me once that seeing all the fighting at church in his youth taught him so much. He could see were it didn't fix the problems. I just pray that my boys grow up to as good as there dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-6612331997484028658?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6612331997484028658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=6612331997484028658' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6612331997484028658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6612331997484028658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/05/terrible-threes.html' title='TERRIBLE THREES!!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-807307575327168736</id><published>2008-04-28T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:50:01.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking... YES....</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I am going to make myself go on a walk. I know this isn't a big thing but for me right now it is. This pregnancy has been a little harder than the others. I am sure it is due to being older and over weight. And I sure don't want to see the scales going up. It is very depressing to me. I have plenty of meat on this body to feed the baby. So maybe if I walk and try to stay away from the candy bars maybe I will do a little better. I am not a over eater I just sometimes or maybe all the times seem to eat the wrong things. So I have a goal of making good decisions on my eating starting today. This baby needs fruits and vegetables to make it strong and healthy right. Now let me say I have only gained around 4 pounds so far but the scales are still depressing me a lot. Maybe I should take sky's way of dieting and portion my food out. I probably would do so much better. Sorry to bore you all with my thoughts this morning. I think this is on my mind and I need to write it down so maybe I will stick to my decision. By the way the walk this morning was so nice. I only did a mile but it was a refreshing way to start my morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-807307575327168736?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/807307575327168736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=807307575327168736' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/807307575327168736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/807307575327168736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-yes.html' title='Walking... YES....'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-1407959828723332044</id><published>2008-04-24T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:13:14.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye baby, Hello big boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SBCS3sDvGTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/h8llirjNCQ0/s1600-h/030_30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SBCS3sDvGTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/h8llirjNCQ0/s320/030_30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192811855775471922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY BOY AND MOMMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday my baby was a baby. Not anymore he is now become superman the potty trained three year old. I miss those diaper changing days. Who would of ever thought that would be. I miss him wanting me to rock him. I miss him needing me for everything. Now he has Stormie and Elisha and they are who he needs most. He wants them all the time. He can't stand it if they go anywhere with out him. He will just bawl for them. Good bye baby and Hello big boy.. Momma loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SBCVBMDvGUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ox6supmWiNo/s1600-h/DSC02695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SBCVBMDvGUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ox6supmWiNo/s320/DSC02695.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192814218007484738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG BOY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-1407959828723332044?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1407959828723332044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=1407959828723332044' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1407959828723332044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1407959828723332044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-bye-baby-hello-big-boy.html' title='Good-bye baby, Hello big boy!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SBCS3sDvGTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/h8llirjNCQ0/s72-c/030_30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-4218827076231223402</id><published>2008-04-22T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:17:39.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better!!!</title><content type='html'>One of the things that happened this week was a little road block. The people who are buying our house got a call from there lender telling them they couldn't give them the loan. Can you believe it, they were approved, already paid for a appraiser had there down ready to pay. They were devastated with the news. I was really surprised that I wasn't real upset. I told myself that the Lord had a plan and to leave it up to him. I told the lady not to worry and we would work things out. She started making some phone calls and had another lender tell her today that they would finance the house for her.  GOOD NEWS!!! So we are going to still pray about things and leave it in the Lords hands. The move might be postponed a few weeks, the different things that has happened is leading us to feel this way. We still have some business that has come up that we have to take of. I think the devil is definitely trying to stop this move. But I felt like this was going to happen since the day we moved away 11 years ago. I just didn't know when and I am very excited about this new adventure. I will miss my family and friends but doing the Lords will is what is most important in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-4218827076231223402?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4218827076231223402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=4218827076231223402' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4218827076231223402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4218827076231223402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/better.html' title='Better!!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-2494334837727540618</id><published>2008-04-21T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:52:13.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UUUGGGGHHHH</title><content type='html'>What in the world is going on lately? I know with out a shadow of doubt what we are supposed to be doing. But it seems like the devil is really working overtime right now.. This weekend has been quite the ordeal and today has been even worse. Things seem to be falling apart. I get things set in my mind on how things are going to go and then they fall apart. So if you guys don't mind we could use a few prayers right now. I am trying really hard not to let the devil get the best of me.. I really don't feel like posting all the details right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-2494334837727540618?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2494334837727540618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=2494334837727540618' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2494334837727540618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2494334837727540618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/uuugggghhhh.html' title='UUUGGGGHHHH'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5275501881317390991</id><published>2008-04-18T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T05:46:03.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMUEL! (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SAiXVU_DT1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/2l_YMSZdZDA/s1600-h/DSC02665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SAiXVU_DT1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/2l_YMSZdZDA/s320/DSC02665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190564963210710866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't believe it my baby is already three. Where does the time go? It seems like yesterday he was born. We didn't do a whole lot for his birthday this year. We went to my brothers and had cake and played with the kids. Then we let him open his presents at home with just us. It was so cute he was really into opening presents. My mom took him shopping for his present from her and he chose two snakes that he loves dearly. She got him a stuffed alligator that he is sleeping with at night and some other reptile thing. But all in all he enjoyed everything and today is his official birthday. Grandma Bosch and Aunt Chantel are coming down this morning so Grandma Bosch will take him shopping later. What a spoiled little man I have on my hands. But thats o.k. he's only little for a short time. I love you Samuel and Happy Birthday baby......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SAiXmU_DT3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TRvU_Wa0zbE/s1600-h/DSC02667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SAiXmU_DT3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TRvU_Wa0zbE/s320/DSC02667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190565255268487026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel opening his presents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SAiXc0_DT2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JTBzhnRkzl4/s1600-h/DSC02658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SAiXc0_DT2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JTBzhnRkzl4/s320/DSC02658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190565092059729762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and his snake that he loves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5275501881317390991?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5275501881317390991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5275501881317390991' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5275501881317390991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5275501881317390991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-samuel-3.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMUEL! (3)'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SAiXVU_DT1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/2l_YMSZdZDA/s72-c/DSC02665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-8410684920008997287</id><published>2008-04-17T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:17:44.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it, it is almost time to get out of our house. And I still have so much to do. I am trying really hard to get school finished. We are working really hard at it. I am trying to get all of our business stuff together and ready. And I still have so much packing to do.. But the time is creeping up on me. And I am starting to feel the pressure. I had new tires put on Lee's trailer this week and he put a new thingy on the front. Not to sure what its called so I will call it a thingy... I got us a storage on monday so we have a place to put our stuff until we are ready to head out. So this week has been very productive but there is just so much to do, and if I get overwhelmed I seem to go blank. And I must admit every time I am pregnant I seem to lose brain cells. So I am trying really hard to be careful and do things right. But the Lord has been so good to me. I feel as if my strength has increased so much lately and that is such a blessing. I have been able to be out of the house all day long at times running errands and have still felt decent when I get home. So its time to go and start packing something....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-8410684920008997287?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/8410684920008997287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=8410684920008997287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8410684920008997287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8410684920008997287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-much.html' title='So Much!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5869730966192024393</id><published>2008-04-15T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:16:20.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATQjk_DT0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_b6qNi0DS6A/s1600-h/DSC02602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATQjk_DT0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_b6qNi0DS6A/s320/DSC02602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189501980279787330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the move coming so close, I decided that I wanted to spend some time with my family. So me and my mom planned on having a bbq with my brother and his family. My kids and Brians kids all have birthdays coming up so we wanted to let the kids spend some together. With Samuels birthday being around the corner (thursday) my mom made him a cake. It was so adorable, I think she does a very good job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATM8E_DTuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nwr38M2xNuY/s1600-h/DSC02615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATM8E_DTuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nwr38M2xNuY/s320/DSC02615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189498003140071138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put Samuels face on superman...it looked way to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATM0k_DTtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/h9b1oZvknu4/s1600-h/DSC02600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATM0k_DTtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/h9b1oZvknu4/s320/DSC02600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189497874291052242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is again on his cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATMrk_DTsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JYFWxoc4iJI/s1600-h/DSC02599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATMrk_DTsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JYFWxoc4iJI/s320/DSC02599.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189497719672229570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't she do a wonderful job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATOX0_DTzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LTbqmC2lwow/s1600-h/DSC02650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATOX0_DTzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LTbqmC2lwow/s320/DSC02650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189499579393068850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormie and Heather so enjoy posing together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATOKk_DTyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bajpeMJLrlI/s1600-h/DSC02636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATOKk_DTyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bajpeMJLrlI/s320/DSC02636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189499351759802146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATN00_DTxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8qRmDCfH7LM/s1600-h/DSC02640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATN00_DTxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8qRmDCfH7LM/s320/DSC02640.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189498978097647378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATNmE_DTwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_DA1kdxUR8Y/s1600-h/DSC02626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATNmE_DTwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_DA1kdxUR8Y/s320/DSC02626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189498724694576898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had food, cake and ice cream the dads went to the back yard with the boys and played some flag football. They had so much fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5869730966192024393?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5869730966192024393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5869730966192024393' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5869730966192024393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5869730966192024393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-day.html' title='Family Day'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SATQjk_DT0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_b6qNi0DS6A/s72-c/DSC02602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-3916768433421221085</id><published>2008-04-14T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:48:24.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarium Time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANtGU_DTqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/o2eiU1jT4eo/s1600-h/DSC02497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANtGU_DTqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/o2eiU1jT4eo/s320/DSC02497.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189111151140753058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year me and Lee bought a aquarium pass and the time has gone by so fast that I just realized it was about to expire. So we decided we needed to take the kids one last time. So Sunday afternoon we meet Aunt Chantel and Uncle Dale and went to the aquarium. It was a nice relaxing afternoon and Samuel so loved seeing all the fish and different creatures that they have there. I took some pictures of the fun, so here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANrG0_DTnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QKydh1JjcCU/s1600-h/DSC02566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANrG0_DTnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QKydh1JjcCU/s320/DSC02566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189108960707432050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the octopus who is usually in hiding. But they were cleaning is cage and feeding him so he came out of hiding. So I had to take a picture to show you all. Samuel was very interested in this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANqzk_DTmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ln5mdPvMHyo/s1600-h/DSC02524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANqzk_DTmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ln5mdPvMHyo/s320/DSC02524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189108629994950242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormie is always striking a pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANqrU_DTlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EHJrG_G-3_E/s1600-h/DSC02529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANqrU_DTlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EHJrG_G-3_E/s320/DSC02529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189108488261029458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids looking at the otters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANqh0_DTkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/S9S2c375YhA/s1600-h/DSC02520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANqh0_DTkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/S9S2c375YhA/s320/DSC02520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189108325052272194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Samuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANqWk_DTjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TmA6GYOcCus/s1600-h/DSC02510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANqWk_DTjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TmA6GYOcCus/s320/DSC02510.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189108131778743858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided it was time to leave and we saw this fake alligator so decided to take a few pictures on our way out. Here are my kids being silly as usual....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANrZ0_DTpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pUC4EEEBiMg/s1600-h/DSC02585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANrZ0_DTpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pUC4EEEBiMg/s320/DSC02585.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189109287124946578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANrQk_DToI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iia5k9YHYoI/s1600-h/DSC02574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANrQk_DToI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iia5k9YHYoI/s320/DSC02574.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189109128211156610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Uncle Dale and Aunt Chantel for going with us. We had a really nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We later went to visit Bro. Colin and Sis. Teresa and Stormie decided to play ball outside with some of the kids. By the way she had a blast. But she came in at one time with tears in her eyes and had a black eye. I personally thought it was very weird how good she was acting about it. If it would of been Elisha who did it she would of acted like she was dying. But no it was a friend and it was a accident so she was a big girl. So now I know she is over exaggerating when it comes to her brother. Nice to know.....Here is a picture of her and her new eye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANudk_DTrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PV2GG5bORYU/s1600-h/DSC02591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANudk_DTrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PV2GG5bORYU/s320/DSC02591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189112650084339378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-3916768433421221085?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/3916768433421221085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=3916768433421221085' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3916768433421221085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3916768433421221085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/aquarium-time.html' title='Aquarium Time..'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/SANtGU_DTqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/o2eiU1jT4eo/s72-c/DSC02497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-8592637947044234867</id><published>2008-04-12T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:33:54.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day!</title><content type='html'>Today was such a busy day for us. We woke up this morning and had so much to do on our list (mental list). More might of got accomplished if I would actually write things down. But hey that is Chantel's thing not mine. So off to the bank, Lowes, and then Lee had to work on a job for a few hours so we went with him. He is redoing a shower for a elder at our church so I like to go and visit with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She is such a sweet lady, she lost her eye sight about 6 years ago. So she depends on her husband for so much. She is such a good example to me of faith. She lost one of her sons to cancer right before her eye sight left, he was also such a good example of faith. I remember when we first moved here we would go over and visit this young brother and his wife. They were such a amazing couple, they were married and not to long later she was expecting. There baby didn't make it and he had to take care of her for awhile after the delivery. Not to long after that he fell and hurt himself. He suffered with this for quite awhile until he passed. But the example they were to so many is just amazing. I was visiting with his mom today and she told me that she had questioned God about how come things like her son dying and her losing her eye sight would happen to someone who has always been a good person. She said not to long later she got a prophesy that told her how she had asked this and he told her how his son had died on the cross to be an example. She said that she only mentioned it to her husband and how amazing it was that God heard her and told her he required her and her son to be an example. This sister and her husband are such an amazing couple who has been thru so much in life but still hold to faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lee finished laying the tile we headed out to get haircuts for the boys and Lee. They were looking pretty shaggy. I got so tickled at Samuel. He said he was getting a ( hair cup )... Kids say things in the cutest ways sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-8592637947044234867?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/8592637947044234867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=8592637947044234867' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8592637947044234867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8592637947044234867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-539899258196344764</id><published>2008-04-11T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:35:47.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our other child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R_-BU970i8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xQcBwpGHtQU/s1600-h/DSC02421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R_-BU970i8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xQcBwpGHtQU/s320/DSC02421.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188007492976937922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little dog is such a sweet little guy. I just love his little face, it is so angelic. I know have showed him before but hey he is one of our kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-539899258196344764?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/539899258196344764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=539899258196344764' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/539899258196344764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/539899258196344764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-other-child.html' title='Our other child'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R_-BU970i8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/xQcBwpGHtQU/s72-c/DSC02421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-4802061426129914325</id><published>2008-04-09T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:32:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One down......</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and started my packing..... I feel like I accomplished a lot today. I only got 4 boxes packed but I went thru all my school stuff that I had out and organized it and packed it. Now I packed all the books stuff, since we did computer school this year we still are finishing that.  One of my goals accomplished. Now it is time to tackle the kids closets. Hopefully I can start that tomorrow. We are still doing school and cleaning and cooking during all of this. So I can only do so much before I wipe out for the day. But it does feel good to at least get it started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt real good the last couple of days. A little tired but that is to be expected. I am getting so anxious for things to finally happen. Wow can you believe it we will be moved, hopefully before the end of May. We would like to take off around the middle of May if we can. So much to do still, to get ready for this move. I still need to finish the business stuff for us to start getting work once we move. I seem to get started on it and it takes up so much time that it is hard for me to get started again the next day. But I will get this done, I always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-4802061426129914325?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4802061426129914325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=4802061426129914325' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4802061426129914325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4802061426129914325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-down.html' title='One down......'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-1394839819256530506</id><published>2008-04-08T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:21:47.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing time........</title><content type='html'>It is time to start packing again, I feel as if all I have done the past year is pack and move. I am hoping this will be the last time for a long while. This move will be more work but I feel like it is such a good move for me and Lee spiritually. I am looking forward to living in a small assembly again. I have always felt that the day would come that we would move back. It has been 11 years since we left and know it is time to return. It astonishes me when I think of all the things that I feel that the Lord showed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to start by packing the closets and the little things that we really don't need to keep out. So I am hoping to get that all done real soon. I talked to the title company yesterday and things are moving right along. The couple buying our house are shopping for the house, they came and looked at the windows to plan for curtains. They are very excited about the house and that does make me happy. I really wanted someone to buy the house who would love it and appreciate all the hard work we put into this house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I am also trying to get school rapped up for the year. My kids have had a really good year this year. I am astonished how easily multiplication came to Stormie. How Elisha has took off with his school. He does most of it with out my help, he is good about reading the information and understanding how to do it. This has been one of the easiest years for us, and I pray that  next year will be the same. I did start school early last year which made it easier for us to take different times off when needed. I hope that I will be moved before the school convention out there. So ladies let me know, I would really like to go. I have Stormies school already but I need to decide what all I want to do for Elisha. He would like to do books this next year instead of computer. And since he is such a good reader and loves it with a passion I would like to do that for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited last night, I was lying on the couch relaxing and this little baby started moving so much. It actually shocked me a little. I have felt butterflies and little things like that but this felt like there was a fight going on. It did it twice and then stopped. I now it wasn't gas because I had some of that to and it was a total different feeling. There is no kicking yet but this was a real neat experience. It is always amazing to know that a baby is growing inside of you. When I get discouraged about being so tired I just tell myself that I am making a miracle inside of me and that is the most important thing right now. I feel so blessed that God has allowed me to carry another baby. And I am so excited to get to see this little one... I have really enjoyed being a mom and I think this is the best gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-1394839819256530506?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1394839819256530506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=1394839819256530506' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1394839819256530506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1394839819256530506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/packing-time.html' title='Packing time........'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-4017674671867328676</id><published>2008-04-06T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:19:48.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah..... My ramblings......</title><content type='html'>This pregnancy has been so exhausting for me this time. Not sure if it is because I am not 20 any more, had a miscarriage a few months ago, or just because I am over weight. It probably is a combination of all the above. I am just so happy when I have those days that I get things accomplished and don't lay in bed all day. I can slowly tell that I am feeling better every day. When we was at the taste of home show I couldn't even sit in the chair the whole time, I had to go sit on the floor or lean against the wall. I am only 3.5 months and I feel like I should be 6 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad that I got up this morning and got ready for church early. Since I haven't felt the best this pregnancy it is easy to talk myself out of going to church. I usually don't miss, but I am running around trying to get everyone ready because I get lazy and lay in bed trying to talk myself out of going. But this morning I woke up bright and early and got ready. We had such a good meeting today and I so needed it. I needed to hear some solid preaching and all those wonderful testimonies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-4017674671867328676?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4017674671867328676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=4017674671867328676' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4017674671867328676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4017674671867328676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/blah-blah-blah-my-ramblings.html' title='Blah Blah Blah..... My ramblings......'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-1786340159936710764</id><published>2008-04-04T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:59:13.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste of Home!</title><content type='html'>Me and a bunch of ladies went to the Taste of Home cooking show last night. It was so much fun, we learned lots of tips saw some yummy recipes. I can't wait to try some out. They gave us these nice little bags full of goodies when we walked in. I still need to go thru mine. I think there was around 17 of us in our group, and we won 7 prizes, I thought that was really neat. No I didn't win anything, but my mom and mother-in-law did. And my Aunt from California did so I thought that was real neat. I wish I could remember the some of the tips we learned... let me think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spices get old, replace every 2 years.... I will during the packing...&lt;br /&gt;2. Tear lettuce not cut &lt;br /&gt;3. Cut brownies with plastic knife&lt;br /&gt;4. When cooking a hen place on rack to add full flavor&lt;br /&gt;5. Spray saran wrap with cooking spray while waiting for bread to rise, so it won't stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the tips I remember, but I am sure Julie will remember more than me and she will probably post later so check her blog out later for more tips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I heard from the appraiser and he will be here on Monday morning so things are going smoothly. We just need to start packing and getting ready for this move. Its a little hard for me right now, we moved this time last year and was moving on Samuels birthday and it looks like the same situation this year. We have a birthday in April, May and June. Right in the middle of our big move across country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-1786340159936710764?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1786340159936710764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=1786340159936710764' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1786340159936710764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1786340159936710764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/taste-of-home.html' title='Taste of Home!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5108930171489726848</id><published>2008-04-03T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:22:08.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is done!</title><content type='html'>I believe Samuel is fully potty trained. We have gone several weeks with no accidents. He goes to the bathroom all by himself, I just have to watch him when he does # 2 because he doesn't know how to wipe. Ewwww...... I think this is one of the other things I disliked about potty training. They can make a huge mess if your not careful.. So far we haven't had any but I am just waiting. I am very proud of him. A light clicked in his head and he just took off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5108930171489726848?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5108930171489726848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5108930171489726848' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5108930171489726848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5108930171489726848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-is-done.html' title='He is done!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-3150222083647377269</id><published>2008-04-01T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:44:51.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank</title><content type='html'>Well I must say that I have a nothing to post about right know. Not sure but I think my mind is running full speed one week and the next week I can't think of a thing to post. So for now I will just not post until my brain starts working again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-3150222083647377269?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/3150222083647377269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=3150222083647377269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3150222083647377269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3150222083647377269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/04/blank.html' title='Blank'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-6474477842704745010</id><published>2008-03-27T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:01:59.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Morning!!</title><content type='html'>I feel so blessed this morning. Every time I get on my blog and see the baby count down it touches my heart. I have started my second trimester and this feels like a milestone for me, since just 6 months ago I had a miscarriage. I was doing the math the other day and figured out that I will be giving birth to this child a year from the time I had my miscarriage. It feels like such a blessing from God. I remember when we had our first child and he was stillborn how empty my arms were. Then we ended up expecting a month later. What joy this brought to me. And what a blessing my Elisha is to me. He didn't take the place of Elijah he just filled the empty arms. I feel that God has all control and that he watches over us and knows our needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not sure why I felt to write this but it is what is on my mind and heart. Thank you Lord for the blessings of my children and there health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-6474477842704745010?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6474477842704745010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=6474477842704745010' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6474477842704745010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6474477842704745010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/blessed-morning.html' title='Blessed Morning!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-1689249711002602055</id><published>2008-03-24T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:31:06.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN CONTRACT!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time coming but it looks like the time is finally almost here. We have signed papers and are in a contract on our house. We feel as if the Lord has worked all this out for us. We knew there was a lot to get done before this day would come. And now it is here, and it is almost hard to believe. In a short time we will be packing and moving back to Oregon were me and Lee started our lives together. We even had another person come and she also was interested in the house. We got her name and number as a back up if for some reason things would fall apart. But we feel like this is it, they seem very excited. And we are thrilled to be moving on to the next phase of our life. I was getting real worried about getting to far along and having a hard time moving. So it looks like we will be moved before that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-1689249711002602055?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1689249711002602055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=1689249711002602055' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1689249711002602055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1689249711002602055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-contract.html' title='IN CONTRACT!!!!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-7080807495066315438</id><published>2008-03-23T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:46:58.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-b5zSeIT_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/74MNi5078LY/s1600-h/DSC02481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-b5zSeIT_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/74MNi5078LY/s320/DSC02481.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181103080863191026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bosch's    Easter 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-b5YieIT-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/LM2gcR4YtOk/s1600-h/DSC02495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-b5YieIT-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/LM2gcR4YtOk/s320/DSC02495.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181102621301690338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and Grandma with all the kids who came and spent Easter with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-b45yeIT9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/e7d8g4Anfww/s1600-h/DSC02469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-b45yeIT9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/e7d8g4Anfww/s320/DSC02469.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181102093020712914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisha looking for eggs, lots of money and candy to be found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-b4myeIT8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/yh3YOI9Hq6c/s1600-h/DSC02463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-b4myeIT8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/yh3YOI9Hq6c/s320/DSC02463.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181101766603198402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel hunting eggs even though he wasn't feeling very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-b38ieIT7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/EEb88BG0XLA/s1600-h/DSC02473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-b38ieIT7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/EEb88BG0XLA/s320/DSC02473.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181101040753725362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormie hunting eggs, her basket was so full she was using her arms now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-7080807495066315438?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7080807495066315438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=7080807495066315438' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7080807495066315438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7080807495066315438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-b5zSeIT_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/74MNi5078LY/s72-c/DSC02481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5270694914939804897</id><published>2008-03-22T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T07:26:43.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>As my mind goes down memory lane lately I remember having a friend from church come over and talk about going to Oregon and Washington and how much she liked everyone there. Since I was from California and my family only took vacations to Oklahoma or Arkansas to see family. We hardly ever took trips for spiritual reasons, most of our family trips were for fun or for family. And even though these are precious trips in my mind. I would like to teach my kids that the brethren is our family and take trips to different assemblies so they can have many friends. A lot of my friends now are some of those kids this friend was talking about, actually I ended up marrying one of them....hehehe how ironic is that. We lived on the same coast line, went to the same church and yet never met till years later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Another thing that is so ironic is when I was about 18, I was in Colorado and we were seeing some dear friends of ours. And we all went to Taco Bell to visit, I was visiting with a friend and giving him a senior picture and this crazy guy came up and asked if he could have one and I said sure, I signed the picture and gave it to him. Years later when I met the man of my dreams and we were visiting he looked in his wallet and he had a senior picture of me in it. This just amazes me how almost 2 years later I would meet that crazy guy and end up marrying him. I feel as if the Lord had us planned for each other from the beginning we just had to wait for each other to be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was always scared of getting married young, I had so many friends who did and I thought that was what you did in the faith. And for some reason I ran from it. If a guy showed to much interest, I lost interest real quick. When my dad died I think that made me even more that way. I went through a rebellious stage, or should I say selfish stage. I thank you Lee for having patience and waiting on me to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5270694914939804897?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5270694914939804897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5270694914939804897' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5270694914939804897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5270694914939804897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-6685436594859541811</id><published>2008-03-21T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T08:48:02.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Days</title><content type='html'>I have had so much time at home lately, that my mind has been working overtime. I am sure you gals can tell since I keep posting. Yesterday I was looking through pictures and it amazed how much my kids have grown. Then it made me look back on my life and how quickly it has gone by. I was remembering being a child and growing up on the farm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This farm was actually a grape vineyard in California. My grandpa had several acres that had grape vineyards for making raisins. He also gave all his girls a acre of land to live on. So we grew up as a very close family. My cousins were like siblings, we all lived on this dirt road one house after another.  Or should I say trailer houses. The memories of the farm are so precious to me, I remember being a little kid and sleeping outside under the stars. Walking on the hot gravel with bare feet. Catching croddads in the ditches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I remember going across the field to Grandma and Grandpas and swimming in the pool, I must say this was a huge pool and us kids loved it. Every summer we all would go down and clean it out and get it ready for the summer. I remember one year one of grandpas cows got in it. Ohh what a mess! I remember watching grandma milk the goats. So many memories that are so dear to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I remember every sunday everyone from church coming over and eating dinner, playing baseball in one of the empty fields, making homemade ice cream with the old crank ice cream machine. My dad would make me sit on it with a towel while he cranked the wheel. I want my kids to have some of these memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I remember watching my dad build my mom a house with his bare hands. It took him a year to do it. But it was made by him and that makes it special. Whenever I go to the old farm land it makes me sad now. I see the house he built with other people owning it and living there. When my grandpa died the girls sold the farm land. Through the years everyone sold the acre except one of my aunts. So at least I have a reason to go see her and go down memory lane in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Time is just a blink of a eye. It seems like yesterday I was playing on that farm with all of my cousins and feeling free as a bird. Oh to be a child and have no worries in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-6685436594859541811?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6685436594859541811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=6685436594859541811' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6685436594859541811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6685436594859541811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/farm-days.html' title='Farm Days'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5803469979360807900</id><published>2008-03-20T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:37:13.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORY LANE</title><content type='html'>I was looking through some of my pictures and going down memory lane. As I look at these pictures it just amazes me how much my babies have grown. I am hoping that I can find some of the pictures of the older two kids when they were little. I am sure I have some on cd's somewhere. When we had our flood in the basement it ruined all the pictures I had ready to scrap book and never got to. Luckily I did get some done in the scrap books so its not a total loss. And if I get desperate I will be calling family members for copies......  But since most of my stuff is already packed it might be awhile till I get it done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisha and Stormie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-LImyeIT6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/a1qsTT3NoLE/s1600-h/DSC00341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-LImyeIT6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/a1qsTT3NoLE/s320/DSC00341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179923090138222498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel: it seems like yesterday you born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-LIJieIT5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/tb9Y-eakR-g/s1600-h/011_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-LIJieIT5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/tb9Y-eakR-g/s320/011_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179922587627048850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisha and Stormie, were has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-LHyCeIT4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/xgC0fcAcp4M/s1600-h/Copy+of+DCP_1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-LHyCeIT4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/xgC0fcAcp4M/s320/Copy+of+DCP_1007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179922183900123010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite picture of Samuel and Scooby our dog. Scooby loved to kiss and lick his snotty nose. Lee's mom hates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-LGtyeIT2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CjK41kiARGw/s1600-h/DSCF1499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-LGtyeIT2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CjK41kiARGw/s320/DSCF1499.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179921011374051170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5803469979360807900?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5803469979360807900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5803469979360807900' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5803469979360807900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5803469979360807900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/memory-lane.html' title='MEMORY LANE'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-LImyeIT6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/a1qsTT3NoLE/s72-c/DSC00341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5828403873789593135</id><published>2008-03-19T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:53:41.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMESCHOOLING</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I need to post on what I have learned as a home school mom. I decided to start homeschooling when Elisha was 4 years old and Stormie was 2 years old. As I reflect on how I did, I realize that I thought I had to do everything so perfect. I had my kitchen all set up to teach them. I had the bulletin boards all over the walls. It would of been so much more fun if I would of been so much more relaxed. I wanted to be the best I could and this stressed me out. I remember thinking I was going to lose my mind. Only if I would of relaxed a little. I totally was not thinking of how young they were. The best times were the times me and Michelle would do things together with the kids. I miss those days!! It seems like yesterday then I look at our kids and the time has flown by. Thank you Michelle for being there for me during my times of distress and the times of joyfulness. Those memories of our kids together will always be precious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-GHjieITzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U_Xj0bbVaqg/s1600-h/Copy+of+DCP_0990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-GHjieITzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U_Xj0bbVaqg/s320/Copy+of+DCP_0990.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179570091071131442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-GHSSeITyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/W7dB5ap6lyI/s1600-h/Copy+of+DCP_0993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-GHSSeITyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/W7dB5ap6lyI/s320/Copy+of+DCP_0993.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179569794718388002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I was so stressed out from teaching preschool that I decided to put Elisha in Kindergarten. I think this actually made it worse. So half way through the year I went ahead and pulled him and decided to home school. I remember teaching him to read and how stressed I was about it. I called my sister in law Chantel for some advice and she told me to find something he liked like calvin and hobes. This was the best advice ever, my little boy loved these comics and would look at them for hours. And I must say with that and the hooked on phonics program we were successful. He is the best reader now. He would read all the time if I will let him. The only problem is we don't live close to a good library and books are expensive when you read one a day. No joke he read the Harry Potter book in 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years I have found myself more lad back with my kids and there schooling. Almost to much at times.  There has been times that I was just praying I have done enough. We live a busy life at times and things would get behind. This last year we decided on the computer schooling " Switched on School House" by Alpha Omega. I have really loved this program my daughter has finished all her subject except (history, and science). Elisha is almost done with his he has finished two subjects totally. We also do math-u-see and I just decided to do some Shirley English also. The Shirley is more for me I have never been that great at language and I wanted to have something for us all to do together. We are starting from the beginning and doing it together to better ourselves. I hope I can keep up with it. Since Stormie has finished her computer mostly we have been working on her handwriting. I have decided to make her copy information out of a book about weather. This will help her handwriting, spelling, and even get some science information in her head. When I was a kid if I wrote things down I always remembered them better. I am hoping this works for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest joy to me as a home school is knowing that I taught my kids to read, write, math, all the other things in between. My children have become excellent readers and both excel at math. This gives me a great accomplishment as a MOM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be perfect but I hope they look back on this and realize that I took the time and taught them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-GOCieIT1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SKStKRbz5rU/s1600-h/DSC02322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-GOCieIT1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/SKStKRbz5rU/s320/DSC02322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179577220716842834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-GN7ieIT0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/kbWgZI47h8Q/s1600-h/DSC02320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-GN7ieIT0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/kbWgZI47h8Q/s320/DSC02320.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179577100457758530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note my baby Samuel has been dry for awhile now. And has started going to the bathroom on his own. He just went and did his job in the toilet. I am so thrilled, I just hope he keeps up the good work. We are finally on the right track for potty training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5828403873789593135?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5828403873789593135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5828403873789593135' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5828403873789593135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5828403873789593135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/homeschooling.html' title='HOMESCHOOLING'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R-GHjieITzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/U_Xj0bbVaqg/s72-c/Copy+of+DCP_0990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-843402368779379460</id><published>2008-03-19T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T03:50:13.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EARLY</title><content type='html'>I am not usually a early morning riser, but I just can't seem to sleep. My mind has so many thoughts rolling thru it. So many questions about how things are going to work out for us and this move. I have seen so many things just fall into place. I knew that we had so many things to get done before this move could happen. I believe with all my heart that the Lord is in this and that he will work things out. But it still is hard to visualize the future. I am hoping and praying for the best, I am just human and have to think everything apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We have lived in Oklahoma for 11 wonderful years and I have made some wonderful friends here. This place is my comfort zone, and now it is time to leave that comfort zone and start again. Time to make new friends, who I believe will be just as dear to me. It is time to start our business over in a new state, and I believe this scares me the most. When we first started it here, we had some hard times back then. And now our bills are way more than they were back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My mind wanders on what we will need to make it. How much can we afford for rent? This little brain could bore you forever of my worries, but I want to have complete faith in God. He has never left us without a home, food for the table, clothing for our backs. So I know things will be alright, I just still have to worry. I am a woman what else can I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I was watching t.v. the other day and saw this recipe for " EDIBLE PLAY DOUGH" so here it is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;equal parts of  PEANUT BUTTER, HONEY, POWDER SUGAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have not tried this yet. But it does sound fun for little kids who have a tendency to put things in there mouth. I wanted to write this down before I forgot so later on I can look back and find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-843402368779379460?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/843402368779379460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=843402368779379460' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/843402368779379460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/843402368779379460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/early.html' title='EARLY'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-492690618880103024</id><published>2008-03-17T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:44:38.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the love of my life...</title><content type='html'>Well it's late and I can't sleep.  I keep thinking of all the things we have been through together and all that you mean to me.  So I'll put it here  and tomorrow when you wake up you'll know that I love you more each day.  I love how you give of yourself without thought of anything in return to me and all of your friends.  I see the days when your not feeling well and yet you still are willing to drop whatever is going on to help a friend or run an errand for me.  I love our "story " of how God brought us together and how our love grows the longer we are together.  I love how you sacrifice your own needs, wants and sometimes sanity for our children.... and me.  I was remembering when we went to hawaii  for our 10th and we didn't even need to plan anything we just enjoyed each others company and drove and visited, just like we do here.  It caused me to see that we don't need a special place for us to love one another, the special place is when we are together.  You help me in every aspect of my life and I would not be the man that I am without you.  I love how God seen me long ago and knew that it would be you to hold my hand from here into eternity.... you are a true helpmate and the love of my life..I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-492690618880103024?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/492690618880103024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=492690618880103024' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/492690618880103024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/492690618880103024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-love-of-my-life.html' title='To the love of my life...'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-8429989397653305365</id><published>2008-03-16T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:19:09.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FISHING</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a very eventful day for our little family. We had decided that we wanted to do something with our kids. So we decided on a fishing day. Bro. John has a beautiful pond by their house and we called to see if we could bring the kids and do some fishing. We woke up in the morning and started to get around when all the sudden my cell phone rings. It was a lady interested in our house. So we got the house clean so they could come and see it before we went fishing. They seemed real interested in it. She said they were going out of town for the weekend but when they get back they were going to go and talk to the bank. She didn't make a offer though she seemed to just want it. I don't have my hopes up, I am just waiting for the end of the week to come and see if they contact us again. So my fingers are crossed and I am praying the Lords will be done. After they left we took the kids to fish. It was a nice experience for the kids and they enjoyed themselves tremendously. I was a little wore out by the end of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93SyXQuW7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/WW_3pBWWqQk/s1600-h/DSC02369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93SyXQuW7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/WW_3pBWWqQk/s320/DSC02369.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178526909225393074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisha casting his pole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93Sf3QuW6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/2qciVd4ROKY/s1600-h/DSC02366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93Sf3QuW6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/2qciVd4ROKY/s320/DSC02366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178526591397813154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee and John enjoying the peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93SRHQuW5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/lQ68uFlR7jU/s1600-h/DSC02373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93SRHQuW5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/lQ68uFlR7jU/s320/DSC02373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178526337994742674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy showing Samuel the ropes of fishing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93SGHQuW4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kGE6YiaD1IY/s1600-h/DSC02375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93SGHQuW4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/kGE6YiaD1IY/s320/DSC02375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178526149016181634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel showing us how big he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93Rs3QuW3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2dpYl6FZLJc/s1600-h/DSC02368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93Rs3QuW3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2dpYl6FZLJc/s320/DSC02368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178525715224484722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormie posing for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93RbnQuW2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/qVigm_-PFzY/s1600-h/DSC02362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93RbnQuW2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/qVigm_-PFzY/s320/DSC02362.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178525418871741282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisha fishing his heart out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93RIXQuW1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/IkoPkbyLXbA/s1600-h/DSC02355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93RIXQuW1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/IkoPkbyLXbA/s320/DSC02355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178525088159259474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormie learning to cast her new pole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-8429989397653305365?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/8429989397653305365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=8429989397653305365' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8429989397653305365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8429989397653305365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/fishing.html' title='FISHING'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R93SyXQuW7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/WW_3pBWWqQk/s72-c/DSC02369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-4055157703475342628</id><published>2008-03-13T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:47:36.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOWING AFFECTION</title><content type='html'>I have noticed at times that I am not as affectionate as I would like to be. Don't get me wrong I love on my kids and husband. But I catch myself pulling away from Elisha at times. I don't mean to I think he is growing up so fast, and he likes to lean on me a lot. He usually is pulling my hair or has to much body weight on me. I am really trying to show him how to be more careful. He has a hard time with us loving on Samuel and not him. We do love on him but he is a big boy now and Samuel is still a baby. I can't hold him like I can Samuel. He seems to get a little jealous at times. But I do know in no time he won't want us to love on him and that will make me so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We were at some brethren's home the other day and they were talking about how they raised there kids. They mentioned how they wish they would of showed more affection to there kids. They have noticed that there kids don't hug them when they leave from seeing them. And this made them a little sad. Since they were the ones who taught them that. He was saying how he would watch his brothers kids and how they always gave there parents a hug everytime they saw them. And this touched him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This made me think about how I act towards my mom and Lee's parents. I started looking at me and how I act. I have noticed that it doesn't come to me naturally. If someone gives me a hug I am all over it. But I hardly ever initiate the hug first. I feel sorda awkward. Then I look at different ones in my life and I paid attention to my sister-in-law Julie and noticed every time she leaves our in-laws house she always gives them a hug. I admire this in her, it tells me she was loved a lot as a kid. I am not saying I wasn't loved, I just feel that my Grandpa was a very hard man. I don't ever remember him hugging me. And I think this was passed down. My mom and dad did love on us when we was young. But I think it is something we all have a hard time with. When we don't see each other for along time then we seem to hug. But when we are around each other daily it just doesn't seem to be the thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I would really like to break this cycle. I want my kids to be affectionate and to be proud of it. I think ((HUGS)) are one of those things that do so many people so much good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-4055157703475342628?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4055157703475342628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=4055157703475342628' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4055157703475342628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4055157703475342628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/showing-affection.html' title='SHOWING AFFECTION'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-6799760817881610807</id><published>2008-03-12T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:29:40.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Shower</title><content type='html'>I am very serious about this potty training thing. I have been told by several mom's that when there kids would poop in there pants they would take them off and put them in a cold shower. So I decided what could it hurt. I have been keeping Samuel in his big boy undies. With the hopes that he wont want to pee or poo on spider man or cars. So this morning he was doing so good. His undies were staying dry, I even took him to the bathroom and he went poo in the toilet. Yaaaaa for me right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A few minutes later I was sitting on the couch and I noticed his pants were drooping a bit. So I called him over so I could pull them up. Guess what I found, ya you got it he went poo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So I took him to the bathroom pulled his pants off, rinsed them in the toilet, then stuck him in the shower and turned the water on with hopes this would cure him. He wasn't very fond of this so I took him out and did the normal talking to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  Samuel no potting in your pants do it in the toilet, tell us so we can take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel: O.k. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the day went on this little man had another peeing accident....GRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take him to the bathroom constantly and this little guy always goes when we take him, why won't he tell us when he needs to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dad got home I noticed his pants were drooping again...GRRRRRRRRR     So we took him to the bathroom and I had to clean another mess. So I did it again and cleaned his pants and put him in the shower....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Samuel do you like cold showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel: ya I like cold showers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do with him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think he likes the cold shower but I just don't think he cares were he goes. If we get him on the toilet in time he will go there, but if we don't he will go anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel I love you, but please help momma out on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-6799760817881610807?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6799760817881610807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=6799760817881610807' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6799760817881610807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6799760817881610807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/cold-shower.html' title='Cold Shower'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-6817841276323205511</id><published>2008-03-11T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:44:14.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN????</title><content type='html'>This little guy gives me so much joy in my life. I love the way he talks, his smile, and even his little quirks. My only problem is why won't he potty in the toilet. I am not saying he never does, he just is not interested in telling us. We have to constantly take him. I just want him to be half way interested. He will be three next month and I don't plan on having my three year old in pull-ups forever. I was looking back thru my posts and noticed we have been working on this thing for awhile now. I have decided I am officially the worst potty training mommy. Now I must say I did potty train my older two but they were both three. So maybe three is the magical number for my family. I was just hoping for a little more success this time around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R9aY_nQuWzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MqJk0poExXo/s1600-h/DSC02226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R9aY_nQuWzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MqJk0poExXo/s320/DSC02226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176493040347274034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-6817841276323205511?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6817841276323205511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=6817841276323205511' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6817841276323205511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6817841276323205511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/when.html' title='WHEN????'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R9aY_nQuWzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MqJk0poExXo/s72-c/DSC02226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-6141809725347708582</id><published>2008-03-08T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:56:15.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTELLIGENDER TEST</title><content type='html'>I went ahead and decided to take the test. I was so sure it was going to be a girl, maybe I just wanted a girl so Stormie would have a sister. But I was wrong, this little test says "BOY", what is going on here we have had three boys already and will probably be another. Oh well I love my boys tremendously and would not trade them for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lee is ready to get some more tile tools for this one. I guess he is working on his own tile crew, Lord help my boys there life is planned out for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry Stromie that its more than likely not going to be a girl, you are a one of a kind like me and Aunt Chantel. We will just pray that you luck out and get some wonderful sister-in-laws. If I keep trying for a girl I might end up with a dozen of kids and for some reason I don't have babies easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So now it is time to start thinking of a name for this little bundle of joy. I had the girl name picked and ready. I also made a deal with Lee that I name the girls and he names the boys. So I got to name one out of four so far and it looks like he gets this one to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Trina, our set of boys will at least have playmates close to the same age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R9KWvXQuWyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QWw7vXj4i8o/s1600-h/DSC02318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R9KWvXQuWyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QWw7vXj4i8o/s320/DSC02318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175364662244301602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-6141809725347708582?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6141809725347708582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=6141809725347708582' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6141809725347708582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6141809725347708582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/intelligender-test.html' title='INTELLIGENDER TEST'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R9KWvXQuWyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QWw7vXj4i8o/s72-c/DSC02318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-7545777985914601777</id><published>2008-03-07T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:58:52.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRAWBERRIES</title><content type='html'>Today was a wonderful day for me. I am hopping that I am on the upward end of this pregnancy. So we got up and went to town to run errands for the man (Lee) and get some groceries. We went to sam's and I found the mother load. The strawberries looked amazing. They are huge and a beautiful red, which to me means they will taste wonderful. So here is a picture of our wonderful dessert for this evening. I bought two batches and one I chopped up and put some sugar on to go over our angel food cake. This is one of my favorite desserts ever. Yummmmmyyy......It is wonderful...My husband made fun of me for posting about the strawberries, he said that everyone would know I am from Oklahoma for making such a big deal of this beautiful dessert. But I think it is a wonderful thing to post on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R9HiKHQuWwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/11Vly045CmE/s1600-h/DSC02312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R9HiKHQuWwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/11Vly045CmE/s320/DSC02312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175166110201174786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R9HiZ3QuWxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2XXM2uLPcq4/s1600-h/DSC02311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R9HiZ3QuWxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2XXM2uLPcq4/s320/DSC02311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175166380784114450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-7545777985914601777?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7545777985914601777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=7545777985914601777' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7545777985914601777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7545777985914601777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/strawberries.html' title='STRAWBERRIES'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R9HiKHQuWwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/11Vly045CmE/s72-c/DSC02312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-4246652608443898390</id><published>2008-03-06T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:44:36.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Organized!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such a busy day for us. We woke up early in the morning and had to empty our room so we could have carpet laid. As the room was getting cleaned out I looked around my living room and was wondering were did I have all of this stuff. My house was a mess, I felt like one of those houses on "Clean House". So I decided we would buy some bins from wal-mart and go thru some of this mess. So this morning is getting this mess cleaned up! So far I have gone thru my clothes and put up the stuff I don't wear and the stuff that doesn't feel as comfortable. My tummy is very sensitive, and nothing that restrains needs to be in there right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only problem is I can only work so long before I get plum wore out. I am so ready to feel like myself again. I am not one who normally stays home all the time, but lately I can't seem to get myself to do anything. My energy level is at a very low for me. But I am almost 12 weeks and I have high hopes of things getting much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note we also had our tax appointment yesterday and I must say this is such a huge relief to have done. Being self employed can get very stressful around this time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-4246652608443898390?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4246652608443898390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=4246652608443898390' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4246652608443898390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4246652608443898390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-organized.html' title='Getting Organized!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5016215205602507483</id><published>2008-03-03T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:54:01.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SISTERS FOREVER</title><content type='html'>I have been getting a kick out of seeing "Raine's" pictures, so I decided I would re-post a story my dear sister wrote about us. These ladies are my sisters and I love them dearly. We had fun doing this and we had such a good laugh at our own expense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my sisters and I were born as conjoined triplets they thought that we would never lead a normal life, since our heads were fused together. My parents were told that in order to have us removed from one another, that the outcome could be so detrimental that we may not lead normal lives. My parents were terribly worried, after all, we were three beautiful little girls that all hoped to lead productive lives, and our parents wanted the best for us. Who can blame them for their concerns, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of thought my parents decided to do whatever it took to split us girls apart, and the rest is...well...history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeofalistmaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chantel &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is the oldest of the three. She is the one who fought to make her presence into the world first! I know its hard to tell by looking at her now, but she is as strong as an ox. My parents said that she was the stubborn one, and had the hardest time bending her neck to fit the yoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other sister, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://homeschoolingmomof5boys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, got all the looks. She is a hotty!! The only problem is that she knows it! When we go out in public with her, she has difficulty keeping those womanly wiles under control. The men just flock to her. Chantel and I have discussed how difficult it must be to keep that beauty from going to her head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is me! I am the brainiac! I ponder over deep subjects for whole seconds at a time. In fact, this photo has caught me in deep thought. I try not to intimidate others with my super mental powers, and so it's a constant battle to dumb my life down for others around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my other sisters have blogs too, and if you want to learn more about them feel free to check out their links. We are all pretty amazing, and we are each other's number one fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on from the earlier post of us sisters...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, us girls were ready to meet the men that we had always dreamed of. Like all young attractive girls we were ready to hit the dating scene in a BIG way. It didn't take us long to run into the men that we would, eventually, marry. Each one had qualities that we loved, admired and respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dale. Chantel's main squeeze, and let me remind you that when she squeezes, Dale has a tough time getting out of her grasp. He is a happy go-lucky sort, although incredibly picky when it comes to his food. We believe its because he doesn't have much of a sniffer, but we would never dream of telling Chantel this. He is her hunky man that only eats eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina met her match with Den. They are both wildly driven by love, and can't keep their lips off of each other. It can get down right embarassing when we are in public, but love makes you do funny things, they say. Their first date was sharing a plate of spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course leaves me to introduce my man! This guy can totally keep up with my mental capacities. We can chat for whole minutes at a time on any subject. I thought I was drawn to his good looks, but they are secondary to his intellect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say that he doesn't always use discretion when admiring my sisters. Chantel caught him giving Trina a second glance, and slugged him right in the kisser!&lt;br /&gt;You don't mess around with us sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being married in an amazing marriage, we were blessed with 3 beautiful children. This is Elisha! He is in a constant state of bliss. He couldn't bring us greater joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our princess, Stormie! I tell you right now, Daddy has a shotgun at the ready, on her behalf. She is one of those children who is easy to please, and finds a surprise around every corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our baby, Samuel! He sits in this state for hours on end. He has been so easy to manage. Put him in front of the boob tube and he is content ALL day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5016215205602507483?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5016215205602507483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5016215205602507483' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5016215205602507483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5016215205602507483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-my-sisters-and-i-were-born-as.html' title='SISTERS FOREVER'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-221663397808707510</id><published>2008-03-02T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:34:18.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Post</title><content type='html'>I was looking thru some of my past posts and realized that it has almost been a year since I started blogging. I must say I have loved it. I also love looking back thru my posts and seeing the different things that has happened. This is one of the first posts that I put on here and I still laugh every time read it. My sister-in-law Julie sent this to me, so thanks Julie for the laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick in School -- Priceless!! &lt;br /&gt;Ya gotta love this principal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a news report, a certain private school in Washington was recently faced with a unique problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick,they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are teachers.... and then there are educators! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law sent this to my myspace and I got the biggest chuckle so I thought I would share with you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-221663397808707510?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/221663397808707510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=221663397808707510' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/221663397808707510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/221663397808707510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/re-post.html' title='Re-Post'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-4300133631569467942</id><published>2008-03-01T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:16:38.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>I was looking thru my pictures and found this picture of me and Lee. And when I saw it I thought of all the wonderful things we have been thru. With out a shadow of a doubt I know that God put us together. Sometimes I think of my life before him and I thank God for giving me the life I have now. This is my best friend, my husband, the father of my children and the love of my life. He is a spiritual strength to me all the time. We have had trials come our way and they seem hard at the time but once there gone it seems like a breeze. With the grace of God we have been married 12 1/2 years had 4 children, one died at birth and now we are expecting another. One of the things I love most about my husband is watching him play, talk, teach and guide our children. I love how they get excited when he comes home from work. Thank you honey for always loving me. I love you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8m3ZrNGoaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RCMobNNfcUE/s1600-h/DSC00423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8m3ZrNGoaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RCMobNNfcUE/s320/DSC00423.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172867298734023074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-4300133631569467942?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4300133631569467942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=4300133631569467942' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4300133631569467942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4300133631569467942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8m3ZrNGoaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RCMobNNfcUE/s72-c/DSC00423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-4338918917116524440</id><published>2008-02-29T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:14:34.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party</title><content type='html'>Stormie was invited to a tea party this morning. So I decided that I would get up and go ahead and go instead of staying home today. I was in desperate need of a few groceries so why not go to town. Sis. Pam decided to put this little party on for some of the Dawson kids. And Teala and Rebecca asked Stormie to attend. The kids had a wonderful time. She actually used real tea cups and saucers I was so impressed, when Stormie was little we always used the plastic play stuff. But this family goes all out with there tea parties down to the little snacks at the table. They had the girls get dressed up and the boys dressed like cowboys. Thank you Sylvia for inviting us, it was a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8iCQrNGoZI/AAAAAAAAADs/WzEi9F77XIw/s1600-h/DSC02289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8iCQrNGoZI/AAAAAAAAADs/WzEi9F77XIw/s320/DSC02289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172527395022217618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8iCFLNGoYI/AAAAAAAAADk/Az09BXdUC1Q/s1600-h/DSC02280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8iCFLNGoYI/AAAAAAAAADk/Az09BXdUC1Q/s320/DSC02280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172527197453721986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teala, Stormie and Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8iBvrNGoXI/AAAAAAAAADc/gtwja_0AaPw/s1600-h/DSC02285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8iBvrNGoXI/AAAAAAAAADc/gtwja_0AaPw/s320/DSC02285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172526828086534514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-4338918917116524440?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4338918917116524440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=4338918917116524440' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4338918917116524440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4338918917116524440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8iCQrNGoZI/AAAAAAAAADs/WzEi9F77XIw/s72-c/DSC02289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-1505419651555426340</id><published>2008-02-28T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:15:24.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdraws</title><content type='html'>What a morning! I have a caffeine addition that I am trying to break. Since I have been pregnant every time I drink a pop it makes me sick to my stomach. But if I don't drink one I get a real bad headache. So which do I chose, and I have noticed that diet pop makes it worse, so I went to regular pop. This morning I was out so I had none so guess what I was having withdraws. But I made it thru and I feel so much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We took some pictures of the outside of the house so I decided to post a picture for those of you who are interested in what it looks like. We have advertised on craigslist.org then go to Oklahoma and look in Tulsa or Stillwater under houses for sale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8c-IGeWBII/AAAAAAAAADU/JvyzZWDCPe4/s1600-h/DSC02274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8c-IGeWBII/AAAAAAAAADU/JvyzZWDCPe4/s320/DSC02274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172171005956064386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-1505419651555426340?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1505419651555426340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=1505419651555426340' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1505419651555426340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1505419651555426340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/withdraws.html' title='Withdraws'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8c-IGeWBII/AAAAAAAAADU/JvyzZWDCPe4/s72-c/DSC02274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-9024848958668504442</id><published>2008-02-27T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:22:29.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOTIONAL</title><content type='html'>My poor family, what are they going to do with me. I seem to get so emotional when I am pregnant. I woke up this morning in a pretty good mood. I was feeling good and decided that I would watch a movie (no reservations) this is a clean, romantic movie. How could this movie set off my emotions. Well not to sure how it happened but it did. I don't do good with movies that make me cry, my emotions go crazy. Lee just called to talk and he could tell that my emotions were on edge. So of course he has to walk on pins and needles around me. I don't want to be this emotional, I can honestly see that its me not my family. But it is a hard thing to fight. So those of you who fight your emotions when your pregnant I am sorry. Hopefully our families will just understand and bare with us for a little while longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-9024848958668504442?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/9024848958668504442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=9024848958668504442' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/9024848958668504442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/9024848958668504442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/emotional.html' title='EMOTIONAL'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-8875700136355745414</id><published>2008-02-26T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:37:35.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>Oh why am I having another child to listen to. My two older kids love to argue and tattle on each other. Lets say some of the things they try to get the other one in trouble for is so crazy. They do the same things. I really want my kids to love and cherish each other. I'm not saying they never do but this morning is crazy with arguments and disrespect for each other. I so need to find a way for them to get along more. When they were little we would make them hug. Maybe I should treat them like toddlers again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is over painting Stormies room for me. I am so excited to get this done. We have not had any calls on the house yet. But I am actually glad, I would like to finish some of the little things. Once her room is painted we can move the furniture back in. Then the last thing to do is have carpet put in my room. It makes me so sad to have such a nice house here and know we will get just a minimal amount of money for it. And once we move to Oregon we couldn't touch this house for less that 270,000 if we was lucky. We are only asking 105,000 for this house. We have put a new roof on it, new a/c unit, new kitchen cabinets with new appliances all included, newly remodeled bathrooms from top to bottom, jacuzzi tub in master bath, the master room is huge it fits a King bed with lots of extra room. There are 4 bedrooms and 2 baths. The windows are all newer with siding on the outside. We put new doors everywhere and the back door is new with the blinds built into the door. I wish someone would come along who would love this house as much as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-8875700136355745414?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/8875700136355745414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=8875700136355745414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8875700136355745414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8875700136355745414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/siblings.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-285896411587693429</id><published>2008-02-25T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:44:43.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping all the time!</title><content type='html'>This was a very productive weekend for us in the house. I have had several little things that was driving me crazy and my husband has been wonderful about getting them done for me. The main things left to do in this house is paint Stormies room, put the furniture back in there. And order carpet for our room. I wasn't feeling the best on Sunday so I slept a lot of the day away. Sleeping seems to be a problem this pregnancy, I can't seem to get enough of it. I will work in the house for awhile then all the sudden I am so wore out I need a nap. What will I do if the house sells? So much to be done and I am useless most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must also add that a lot of you are not posting or leaving comments on the blog. So ladies lets get busy. I love reading your blogs and reading your comments on my blog. So keep this lazy pregnant lady from getting to bored and get on your blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-285896411587693429?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/285896411587693429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=285896411587693429' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/285896411587693429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/285896411587693429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleeping-all-time.html' title='Sleeping all the time!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-3976636596215153804</id><published>2008-02-23T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T08:20:44.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Begin</title><content type='html'>Well Lee came home the other day with a surprise for the kids. He has decided it is time for them to learn to play the guitar. Stormie is loving it. She asks to play it all the time. So far she is doing real good, she is learning some finger positioning and to listen to what she is doing. Her fingers are a little sore but she is willing to work thru it. So I hope she stays with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8BHgmeWBHI/AAAAAAAAADE/OesHuglFFfo/s1600-h/DSC02219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8BHgmeWBHI/AAAAAAAAADE/OesHuglFFfo/s320/DSC02219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170210997630534770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8BHUmeWBGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fUMMjbbYRZA/s1600-h/DSC02234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8BHUmeWBGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fUMMjbbYRZA/s320/DSC02234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170210791472104546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-3976636596215153804?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/3976636596215153804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=3976636596215153804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3976636596215153804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/3976636596215153804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/lessons-begin.html' title='Lessons Begin'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R8BHgmeWBHI/AAAAAAAAADE/OesHuglFFfo/s72-c/DSC02219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-2523628351924791755</id><published>2008-02-22T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:10:54.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hair</title><content type='html'>Well I went a little bold this time. Not sure what my husband thinks about it. But I love it a lot, and I am very happy with my hair. I am sure that I won't get to keep to long, Lee is sorda partial to hair that looks natural. Not sure if you can tell I had blonde with highlights on the top half and black for the bottom half. Just something different for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7-NameWBFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Qpos8T9864k/s1600-h/DSC02249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7-NameWBFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Qpos8T9864k/s320/DSC02249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170006385388553298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7-NNmeWBEI/AAAAAAAAACs/4a0gD4xeVpA/s1600-h/DSC02253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7-NNmeWBEI/AAAAAAAAACs/4a0gD4xeVpA/s320/DSC02253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170006162050253890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-2523628351924791755?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2523628351924791755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=2523628351924791755' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2523628351924791755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2523628351924791755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-hair.html' title='My New Hair'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7-NameWBFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Qpos8T9864k/s72-c/DSC02249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-6117234868914482396</id><published>2008-02-21T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:38:46.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picture's</title><content type='html'>Since we new we were going to move we decided to spend Christmas with my dads family this past year. This was the first Christmas my grandma was going to have all her kids, grandkids, and great grandkids together in a long time. So I decided to post some pictures of our family. The only missing people were my dad and grandfather. But his kids made up for it with great grandkids. Me and brothers provide the majority of the kids here. The first picture is the whole family kids and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R74z3WeWBDI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZYef2_cscU4/s1600-h/DSC02015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R74z3WeWBDI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZYef2_cscU4/s320/DSC02015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169626448286581810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R74zgmeWBCI/AAAAAAAAACc/FcC58B32lFY/s1600-h/DSC01996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R74zgmeWBCI/AAAAAAAAACc/FcC58B32lFY/s320/DSC01996.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169626057444557858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, kids, and grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R74zOGeWBBI/AAAAAAAAACU/SwVXHOsNP-4/s1600-h/DSC01914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R74zOGeWBBI/AAAAAAAAACU/SwVXHOsNP-4/s320/DSC01914.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169625739616977938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, mom, me and my brothers with our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R74y0GeWBAI/AAAAAAAAACM/XzZlgtQ7VAE/s1600-h/DSC02124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R74y0GeWBAI/AAAAAAAAACM/XzZlgtQ7VAE/s320/DSC02124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169625292940379138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-6117234868914482396?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6117234868914482396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=6117234868914482396' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6117234868914482396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6117234868914482396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/family-pictures.html' title='Family Picture&apos;s'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R74z3WeWBDI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZYef2_cscU4/s72-c/DSC02015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-7718124856133559482</id><published>2008-02-20T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:37:38.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House pictures are here!</title><content type='html'>Here it is I got my camera charged and down loaded some pictures of the living room and kitchen. I must brag Bro. Sam Beason did our cabinets and I think they are the focal point of our house. I love my kitchen and living room area of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7ygLGeWA_I/AAAAAAAAACE/ITk2bfeX4V0/s1600-h/DSC02211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7ygLGeWA_I/AAAAAAAAACE/ITk2bfeX4V0/s320/DSC02211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169182584891376626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7yf9GeWA-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Fl7yymAqFNM/s1600-h/DSC02210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7yf9GeWA-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Fl7yymAqFNM/s320/DSC02210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169182344373208034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7yfymeWA9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/rdQeZPRil5k/s1600-h/DSC02208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7yfymeWA9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/rdQeZPRil5k/s320/DSC02208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169182163984581586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7yfmGeWA8I/AAAAAAAAABs/QyuZrpfEs9o/s1600-h/DSC02207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7yfmGeWA8I/AAAAAAAAABs/QyuZrpfEs9o/s320/DSC02207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169181949236216770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-7718124856133559482?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7718124856133559482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=7718124856133559482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7718124856133559482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7718124856133559482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/house-pictures-our-here.html' title='House pictures are here!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7ygLGeWA_I/AAAAAAAAACE/ITk2bfeX4V0/s72-c/DSC02211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-903480109203497665</id><published>2008-02-20T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T12:16:55.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Did IT!!!</title><content type='html'>The For Sale sign is out in the yard. So know it is time to start praying. We are still doing some work around here, but decided we have waited long enough. There's not much to do, just some little things. So hopefully we can get it done soon. I will post some pictures of everything as soon as my camera battery is charged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today has been a wonderful day for me. I have felt real good so far. The house is clean, laundry done, bread rising and even some banana bread in the oven. So thank you Lord for the strength today so far. Yesterday was such a bad day for me, so when Lee came home he decided that he was making a daily chart for my kids. They are loving it! He has every minute of the day planned out for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormie's List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 am- 7:45  Brush teeth, make bed, clean room&lt;br /&gt;7:45 am - 8:00 Sit-ups, push-ups, jumping jacks and stretches&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am - 8:30  Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;8:30 am - 9:00 Shower, get dressed for the day&lt;br /&gt;9:00 am - 10:00 School work&lt;br /&gt;10:00 am -11:00 Chores for mom (dishes, dusting, dirty clothes, sweep, clean up after Samuel)&lt;br /&gt;11:00 am - 12:00 pm  Reading in your room at least 30 minutes needs to be bible stories&lt;br /&gt;12:00 - 12:30  lunch&lt;br /&gt;12:30 -1:00 more school&lt;br /&gt;1:30 - 2:00 free time in room (music, books or play)&lt;br /&gt;2:00 -2:30 Snack (healthy only and water to drink)&lt;br /&gt;2:30 -3:30 school work again&lt;br /&gt;3:30 - 4:30 play with Samuel&lt;br /&gt;4:30 - 4:45 clean Samuels room&lt;br /&gt;4:45  Ask mom to help with dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisha's List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45 am - 7:00 Brush teeth, make bed, check Scooby's food and water&lt;br /&gt;7:00 - 7:10 do your weights&lt;br /&gt;7:10- 7:40 walk fast or jog on treadmill&lt;br /&gt;7:40 - 8:30 am breakfast , shower and comb hair&lt;br /&gt;8:30 - 10:00 school work&lt;br /&gt;10:00-11:00 chores for mom (putting away laundry, clean bathroom, vacum and take out trash&lt;br /&gt;11:00-12:00 Read in your room, 30 min bible&lt;br /&gt;12:00-12:30 lunch&lt;br /&gt;12;30-1:30 school work&lt;br /&gt;1:30-2:00 treadmill&lt;br /&gt;2:00-2:30 snack (healthy and water)&lt;br /&gt;2:30-3:15 play with Samuel&lt;br /&gt;3:15-3:30 clean Samuels room&lt;br /&gt;3:30-4:30 school work&lt;br /&gt;No more than 2 hrs of t.v. after 4:30 including video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this has been wonderful they love to watch the clock and make sure things are getting done in the right time. So we will see it is the first day and things are always more fun at first. But I must say they have been doing there chores and school with no hassle from me. My house is clean and school has been getting done even faster than usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-903480109203497665?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/903480109203497665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=903480109203497665' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/903480109203497665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/903480109203497665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-did-it.html' title='We Did IT!!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-1869300617699053887</id><published>2008-02-16T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:57:44.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLONDE</title><content type='html'>Well I am bored again with my hair. So I think I might go blonde. They say blondes have more fun and if I am having fun then Lee is having fun right. The problem is I am never satisfied for long. I love change, just wish I could change my body and be skinny again. But that is out of the question for a little while. I will just watch what I eat and pray I don't gain any weight this pregnancy. So far I am doing good, I have stayed the same since I found out I was pregnant. The only problem is I am only 9 weeks along. The morning sickness has been brutal this time for me.  I find myself barely making it around some days. And I must say its not only mornings it anytime of the day. I have a wonderful husband who takes care of me. He even fixed dinner for the family tonight. It was very good, he made a meat loaf Mmmmm.... Thanks honey, I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-1869300617699053887?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1869300617699053887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=1869300617699053887' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1869300617699053887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1869300617699053887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/blonde.html' title='BLONDE'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-7600952193875542901</id><published>2008-02-13T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T06:46:12.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7MAdGeWA7I/AAAAAAAAABk/b6x7TMDbTu4/s1600-h/DSC02170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7MAdGeWA7I/AAAAAAAAABk/b6x7TMDbTu4/s320/DSC02170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166473697478181810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty little girl who gives me a run for my money. I was remembering when awhile back she got real sick and she gave us quite a scare. She was having real high fevers and it was making her go out of her mind. I remember crying and the thought of her being retarded scared me. I know that thru God she was made whole, and I need to be thankful for her personality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-7600952193875542901?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7600952193875542901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=7600952193875542901' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7600952193875542901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7600952193875542901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/stormie.html' title='Stormie'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pn0N0j39LlM/R7MAdGeWA7I/AAAAAAAAABk/b6x7TMDbTu4/s72-c/DSC02170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-8153974066213802809</id><published>2008-02-11T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T09:12:14.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Herb Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02189.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/DSC02189.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would show you all my herb garden. This little thing is really cool. We have enjoyed it. I did finally decide to put it up until we move though. My little garden had been revived twice already and I wasn't ready to start over with new herbs yet. But I will say it is a really neet thing to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-8153974066213802809?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/8153974066213802809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=8153974066213802809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8153974066213802809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/8153974066213802809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/herb-garden.html' title='Herb Garden'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-1858188501520541048</id><published>2008-02-07T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:38:17.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the house</title><content type='html'>This first picture is of the house before we tore the wall out. And if you look close you can see the ugly cabinets in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt; I need to take some pictures of the final outcome so maybe next time. Just wanted to post a preview of the house in progress. &lt;br /&gt; I have some more pictures but I can't figure out how to make them smaller so they will fit on my blog. So maybe when Trina has the time I will have her help me. PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00016-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/DSC00016-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01502.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/DSC01502.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01525.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/DSC01525.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/DSC02187.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02188.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/DSC02188.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-1858188501520541048?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/1858188501520541048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=1858188501520541048' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1858188501520541048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/1858188501520541048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures-of-house.html' title='Pictures of the house'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5169070302367189552</id><published>2008-02-06T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:24:20.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Sickness</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning puking my guts out. Not a good feeling as most of you know. I have had some nausa the last few weeks but nothing like this morning. And of all mornings it would be when I have four extra kids. Thank goodness my mom was down the road to come to my rescue. And the kids were very good. So mom came and made breakfast while I staid near my best friend this morning (the toilet). Its now noon and I feel so much better. The kids have cleaned and done some school. So I think the rest of the day will be a lazy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My friend Silvia is on her way to her Aunts funeral and I have her four children. The kids are enjoying themselves so much. I woke up to them playing store with Stormies clothes and dressing up with them also. They assured me that they would be putting them up when they are done. So we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02192.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/DSC02192.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02195.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/DSC02195.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02197.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/DSC02197.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02198.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/DSC02198.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures of the kids this morning so I thought I would post some pictures of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5169070302367189552?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5169070302367189552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5169070302367189552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5169070302367189552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5169070302367189552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/morning-sickness.html' title='Morning Sickness'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-6541994394074083872</id><published>2008-02-04T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:54:56.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>We had the most beautiful day today here in Oklahoma. The weather was in the 70's and 80's. As the morning was going by it hit me that we needed to go to the zoo. So I got on the phone and called a dear friend of mine and asked her to join me. We had the best time together. Just walking and visiting and letting the kids spend some time together. My friend Silvia means the world to me. And her kids are very special to my heart, they  call me Aunt Cherrie and I love it. They always give me lots of hugs and this always touches my heart because we have such a special bond. The zoo really was not up to par but the company sure made up for it. Most things were shut down for the winter so we did a lot walking and letting the kids play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  How do I describe this wonderful friend of mine. She is kind and always speaks good of others. She is wise and has much patience with her kids. We got to know each other when she was pregnant with her youngest daughter and they stayed with us. I can't believe it has been almost been 5 years. I was thinking about how her family is so dear to me. Her mom is one of the best ladies I know. She has been a huge example to me in life. And when I think of a older sister in our church she is one of those who I think about. Someone to go to for advice, someone to look upon and see the good she does, and the example that she is  for us to follow. I pray and hope that the Lord will help me be wise in my life decisions so I can be that good example that I see in these two sisters. Thank you Silvia for being such a good friend to me and sharing your mom with me from time to time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sadness was in the air today since Sis. Betha died. My heart was heavy for our loss but happy that she was in no more pain. I know it was a hard day for you Silvia and I thank you for going with me. I am so sorry for the family and there loss. We love all of you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-6541994394074083872?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/6541994394074083872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=6541994394074083872' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6541994394074083872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/6541994394074083872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-day.html' title='A Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5900235381459882428</id><published>2008-02-03T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:58:50.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER BOWL</title><content type='html'>We had a nice little super bowl party. My cousin Jeff and Stephanie came down from Texas to enjoy the fun with us. I am not into football at all. But I do enjoy making the food and getting together with good friends. Kevin and Michelle came to join the fun with the kids. And John and Molly came also. We had a real nice time visiting and eating all evening long. I so enjoyed seeing the little babies that Michelle and Molly have. They have the cutest little bundle of joys. Seeing them does get me a little excited about the new baby thats coming. I am finding it hard to get excited about this baby. I can't wait till I get to the half way point. So then maybe my excitement will hit me. Well the Giants won and the house has settled down and I am tired. So for know I will say good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5900235381459882428?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5900235381459882428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5900235381459882428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5900235381459882428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5900235381459882428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bowl.html' title='SUPER BOWL'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5625239874089604154</id><published>2008-02-03T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T11:19:04.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>The other day I took my watch off by my bed. At least I thought I did. My days were busy and my mind goes at times. I all the suddenly realized that I haven't seen my watch for a few days. But were could it of gone. So the search began we were scouring the house to find this very important watch. Lee just bought it for me for Christmas. I then thought that putting it on my night stand is not a good idea since I have a two year old who could reach it. I began to get very depressed about loosing this item. I offered the kids a reward for who ever found it with hopes of it appearing. I was praying constantly, asking the Lord to just let me find it. I just knew that Samuel probably put it in the trash and the trash just ran the other day. I had thoughts of the trash man giving his wife my really nice watch that he found in the trash. That night in bed I kept thinking that I needed to look in Stormies purses. My little boy loves purses so maybe it will be in there. The next morning I was picking up the house and went into Stormies room and saw her purse so I looked inside and there it was my watch. My day has been so much better. Thank you God for bringing it back to me. Such a small thing to pray about but it was very important to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5625239874089604154?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5625239874089604154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5625239874089604154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5625239874089604154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5625239874089604154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-9180727477234874704</id><published>2008-01-31T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:58:21.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS</title><content type='html'>Well we just got back from Oregon on monday. And I feel so blessed that we got to go. The Lord worked so much out for us on this quick trip. Well on monday of last week, Lee called me and told me that he felt to go to Oregon as soon as we could. Me being a woman had a hard time with the thought of going that fast. So I looked online for a ticket and the prices were really high for a days notice. But as I looked I found a site to bid for a ticket. So I decided to take a chance and see what would happen. To my surprise we got the tickets for the same price as one at regular price. So the next day we were off to Oregon. With the help of Julie watching my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The blessings were so amazing. We arrived in Portland on monday night at Bro. Dennis and Sis. Trina's house and they  put us up for the night. We got up early the next morning to pick up Bro. Elvin and go see some of sick that we wanted to visit. We first headed to Harrisburg and saw Sis. Britany. I felt so blessed to get to meet this family and this young lady. We then headed to see Bro. Eric. Our final stop was to head to Redmond and see Sis. Dawn. I am so glad that the Lord allowed us to see all these wonderful brethren. We were allowed to sit in meeting with the brethren in Redmond. The next morning we headed back to Portland to be in meeting there. Being there for meeting made me so excited about moving there and it becoming my home church. I love how it is a small church. We stayed thru the weekend with Dennis and Trina. They always make us feel at home. Thank you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On Saturday we took a road trip all together to see a new baby and some of the sick again. I had a really nice time seeing so many people. Seeing the love of the brethren was a beautiful blessing to see. Seeing the new life was a blessing. The next day was church and I was blessed again. I got a prophecy while we was at church that basically let everyone now that I was pregnant. Everyone was so polite and didn't hound me about it. But poor Trina could not believe that not anyone asked me about it. I actually was a little relieved. I am very excited but have been a little nervous because of my recent miscarriage. So I guess the news is out. I am pregnant and due September 23. I haven't had the talk with my kids yet. But the time is coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  God was so good to us on this trip. So much happened that gave us the encouragement that we needed. We feel as if our bodies are here but our heart is out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-9180727477234874704?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/9180727477234874704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=9180727477234874704' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/9180727477234874704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/9180727477234874704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/01/news.html' title='NEWS'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-7373425744817781322</id><published>2008-01-21T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:59:00.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I  need more patience. I seem to get upset with my kids easily. And I want to have the patience to deal with in a way that they will remember. And I don't want them remembering me yelling at them and bossing them around. I want to be a good mom with lots of wisdom. At least I want them to see me that way. I find myself busy at times and waving my hand at them to go away. But I also want them to know that when adults are talking it is rude to listen or ask a question. They need to wait for there turn. My Elisha likes to get in the middle of the conversation if he can. I find this very rude. But I also know he is a wonderful kid, with a heart of gold. So I just pray that God will teach me how to deal with my kids in a way that will help them grow as young adults. I want them to come to me for advice and questions that they have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I also need patience with life. I get something in my head and I want it done right now. My poor husband gets so frustrated with me at times. I am so ready to move and I want things done now! I want this house sold now! Maybe this is Gods way of teaching me patience. Who knows? So for now I must wait for the time to come. We did get a lot done on the house and I am hoping to a For Sale sign out by the end of the week. So we will just pray that the Lord will send our buyers soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-7373425744817781322?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7373425744817781322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=7373425744817781322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7373425744817781322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7373425744817781322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/01/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5018981876256517679</id><published>2008-01-18T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:43:06.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ready!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well as most of you know we are planning to move to Oregon. And I must say that I am so ready to go. I finally got it in my head that I will hire some guys to help get the things done I want done. So I called my insurance about the massive tree that was falling on my house. They were so wonderful to me. The guy came out the very next day and gave me the check instantly. Thank you God! What they gave me covered the cost of the tree guys. So now my yard is done. Believe me I was not looking forward to cleaning the mess. So now it is time to finish the inside of the house. I have my brother and Lee's brother coming over tomorrow to help Lee work on all the little things that need finished. I am so happy. I have hopes of putting a for sale sign out next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hope someone comes along who will love this house as much as I do. Out of all my houses I think I will miss this one the most. We bought this house with a vision to remodel it. And that is what we did. I am very pleased with the out come. I know that I have not posted any pictures yet but I plan on it. I just need the time to find them and then have the time to post them. We have redone the whole house. New kitchen, new bathrooms, new roof, new central heat and air, new sewer line and so much more. It has been quite a job. But so worth the out come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So for now we will finish all these little things and maybe this wonderful house will find its new owners soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5018981876256517679?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5018981876256517679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5018981876256517679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5018981876256517679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5018981876256517679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-ready.html' title='I&apos;m Ready!!!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-2145041523288596889</id><published>2008-01-09T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:53:31.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Job</title><content type='html'>I was sitting here tonight thinking about home schooling my kids. And as I was sitting here I remembered a funny story about my little girl. As most of you know she is very stubborn and thinks she knows everything. She was 2 when I started home schooling and Elisha was 4. So I went out and bought lots of bulletin board sheets and stuck them to my walls. We had the ones with the alphabet, numbers, and shapes. I used a pointer and would point at the letters and they would repeat what I said and we would do this everyday over and over. Trying to get it into there brains. Well Stormie was 2 or 3 I can't quite remember. And as we would go thru the alphabet I would get to the letter  "W' and she would repeat W-me. And I would say no W-U. It seemed we went about this forever. I would get so upset because I could not get it thru her head. But as time went on I actually saw how smart that was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am now a much older home school mom. And my Samuel is 2 almost 3 and I would never expect that much out of him. He still seems like a baby to me. I would sit for hours with my other kids trying to teach them things. And now I don't have the time with him because I am still home schooling a fifth grader and third grader. So tonight I have decided it is time to get everybody on a schedule and get our life back on track. Samuel needs to sit learn his abc's. And I need to enjoy this time teaching them because the time is going way to fast. And I don't want to miss a minute of it. I love that I taught my kids how to read, write, do math. I love watching there progress each day. I pray that I can have the patience to give them all they need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   I want my kids to look back on there life and realize that we wanted the best for them. We want to teach them to serve the Lord, how to make a living for there family, balance a check book, I want to raise them to be good people. The kind of people that others want to be around. I know that God has given me a very important job to raise these kids. And I plan on doing the best job that I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-2145041523288596889?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2145041523288596889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=2145041523288596889' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2145041523288596889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2145041523288596889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-job.html' title='My Job'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-4720953109959814703</id><published>2008-01-05T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:02:49.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow its 2008!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it is a new year already. Where does the time go? My kids are growing like weeds, my baby is becoming a little boy and not a baby. My little girl acts like a teenager not a 8 years old. My oldest son is amazing how he helps me with his siblings, watching over them. He has grown into a young man over night. I am so sad at times but so proud at the same time. They are amazing kids who give me such joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have a husband who adores me and who I adore. He takes wonderful care of all of us. He provides us with the things we need and want. We have been married for 12 wonderful years and the time has flown by so fast. I was just in the mood to think about all that I have. A wonderful husband and 3 wonderful kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Update: Yes we still plan on moving to Oregon. I guess only the Lord knows when. We had two houses to sell first and one of those houses was under construction. Well one is sold and the other is almost ready to be put on the market. I am ready for the next phase of my life. So just remember us in your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-4720953109959814703?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/4720953109959814703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=4720953109959814703' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4720953109959814703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/4720953109959814703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow-its-2008.html' title='Wow its 2008!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-2250951490859285836</id><published>2007-12-19T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T07:47:51.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Working Man</title><content type='html'>Our little boy loves to work with tools. He always is busy getting into something. When ever he sees his daddy working with tools he is so interested. So Lee found him this cute work outfit awhile back and I just found the picture so I had to post it for all to see my wonderful baby at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01857.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/DSC01857.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-2250951490859285836?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/2250951490859285836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=2250951490859285836' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2250951490859285836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/2250951490859285836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-working-man.html' title='My Working Man'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-5996857140588198241</id><published>2007-12-17T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:01:03.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm</title><content type='html'>Wow, how the time just flies bye. I feel as if life has been so crazy lately, and I haven't had the time to get on the computer as much. Well thats not all true I have been on but doing other things. I discovered how to do itunes and I got another addiction. That can be a bad one if I ain't careful. We just got our electric back on tonight and I must say that I love electricity. We had a ice storm here about a week ago and we just got our power back. We are so spoiled now a days. We have internet, cable, dishwasher, washer and dryer. Living with out these things is so hard but do able. I sent my laundry to my mom once to get it done. Know we have the chore of getting our yard cleaned up and clearing out all the tree brush that we have every where. The town of Drumright had to shut off the water for a few days so we went with out water for awhile. We have some wonderful friends who gave us a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/DSC01875.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the tree that decided to come down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a good picture of the tree on our trailer and the one on our roof. We will have lots of fun cleaning the mess and fixing the guttering that is coming down due to this tree. But the good thing is it feel on Lee's truck and and it didn't harm his truck at all. He had to get in the truck and back out quickly while the tree fell the rest of the way down. Since we had a inch of ice on the truck it didn't scratch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the gas fireplace that kept us warm and the water to flush the toilets. I am thankful that we was able to buy a generator to keep our food from going bad. God truly watched over us in this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thankful that God keeps letting us know that we will be moving to Oregon in time. It is stressful not knowing when but I believe with all my heart he has a plan. And I must say we fail time after time but I know he is here with me letting me know the time is coming and to just be patient. I tell myself we have sold one house and the other one is almost done and will be ready to sell soon. So just remember us in your prayers we need them tremendously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-5996857140588198241?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/5996857140588198241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=5996857140588198241' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5996857140588198241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/5996857140588198241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2007/12/ice-storm.html' title='Ice Storm'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-9022204362284170795</id><published>2007-11-13T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:15:05.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Branson</title><content type='html'>Well this last weekend I went to Branson with my mom and sister-in-law. It was nice to get away for awhile, but I must say it always makes me feel so guilty. I went to get my mind relaxed and it did not do it. So much happened in the weekend I was gone that I couldn't relax. All I could think about was my friend Charlotte who was in a car accident and my friend Molly who had her first baby. I tell you what, I feel as if I am the worst friend at times. I did do some shopping and it was nice to shop with out kids. I didn't find much though a baby gift here and there some clothes for the kids and me. But no christmas shopping was achieved. I so am not in the mood to christmas shop. But it is getting time to get it done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You will not believe what happened to me on friday. I was headed to Tulsa to pick up some checks for Lee. And my van started over heating. What you say, Oh ya it is a 2007, we should have no problems right. Well is there a warranty? NO we have already put 47,000 miles on this thing. So it went into the shop to be fixed. I was expecting a outrageous bill. Thank God it was just a fuse so it won't cost much to get it out. So it is Tuesday morning and I am going to Tulsa to pick it up. Yaa what would I do without my van? We live in it more than we live in our house at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I got home last night I went to see Charlotte and she is a amazing woman. She needs all the prayers she can get her back is broke and it will take awhile to heal. We just pray that God will make her whole again. We also went to see John and Molly's baby, he is so cute with a head full of hair. That kid needs a haircut and he is only 2 days old. My kids were always bald. Well its time to go. Just thought I would catch you all up on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-9022204362284170795?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/9022204362284170795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=9022204362284170795' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/9022204362284170795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/9022204362284170795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2007/11/branson.html' title='Branson'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-7044698874222402105</id><published>2007-11-08T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:39:03.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-7044698874222402105?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/7044698874222402105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=7044698874222402105' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7044698874222402105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/7044698874222402105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2007/11/delima.html' title='Delima'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595494076197101682.post-114819700303875524</id><published>2007-11-07T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T08:14:01.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy bye</title><content type='html'>My little Samuel loves to climb in boxes, totes, laundry baskets, anything that makes him feel closed in. One night he got real quite and we found him asleep in this tote. I thought he looked adorable but very uncomfortable. So I took a quick picture and we moved him to his bed. So here is a picture of my little man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/DSC01735.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595494076197101682-114819700303875524?l=a-1tilewife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/feeds/114819700303875524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595494076197101682&amp;postID=114819700303875524' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/114819700303875524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595494076197101682/posts/default/114819700303875524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-1tilewife.blogspot.com/2007/11/sleepy-bye.html' title='Sleepy bye'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12752270402414951933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s100/a-1tilewife/Photo130.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
