<?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-8075893895343876337</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:58:43.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Always A Work In Progress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>335</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1002882360647075342</id><published>2012-02-13T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T15:10:28.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bazinga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Exhaustion.....I am completely spent. I am not sure if it's the weather, the busy schedule, womens troubles, I don't know what but man, I could sleep for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was eventful to say the least. After the whole episode with Jax breaking some skin, it has been nothing buy chaos. Jake's Valentines Party was a major hit. Everyone had a ton of fun, the food turned out well, the decor was lovely, and I was surrounded by a big group of people I love! The kids decorated cookies like champs and I think Connor won for the most done! After the party Ellen and I headed out to meet Beth at Kohls because they were having killer deals on their clearance and were open till 11. They were pretty amazing. Jax got a lot of new things and Jake got a shirt he will not take off. Oh being a 4 year old. We headed to Target so Beth could get some groceries and just had a great time. We were laughing so hard, it was just ridiculous. Returning home at 12:45ish did have a few set backs! By the time 6:30 rolled around and the boys were up, I thought I was done for. I spent the rest of the day running around with Bec and Jana. We spent most of the day in Ankeny and pretty much lounged around the whole afternoon/evening. Sunday we went out to lunch, went shopping and by the time I got home I was pooped. By 8 I was curled up in a ball in my bed. I still didn't fall asleep till 10 or so but I was just worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a fantastic birthday weekend and I get to keep celebrating this week with family and friends! I was spoiled by them all. Movies, gift cards (galore!), flowers, chocolates, laughter, love, and the feeling of being blessed with them all! My cell phone was going crazy Sunday and every text or phone call made me smile! I checked our mail for the first time since Thursday (my bad) today and I loved reading all the cards that were sent. Especially from the mailman telling me to check my mail more often. Hahaha no joke. It was the first time I let it go that far over! I will do better! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-1002882360647075342?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1002882360647075342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=1002882360647075342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1002882360647075342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1002882360647075342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2012/02/bazinga.html' title='Bazinga!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-657841719603943584</id><published>2012-02-09T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:30:29.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When you have boys...you have accidents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Tonight I had a million things to do. I was baking many things, cleaning, decoration, running laundry, and more, and that was only by 6. As I was melting marshmallows for Rice Krispie treats, throwing another batch of cupcakes in the oven, I hear a giant whack with the sound of pure pain coming out of Jax's mouth. He was running, proceeded to fall, and hit his head on the corner of the kitchen cupboard. Blood was, well every where. Head woods are completely disgusting. It took every once of me to yell for Michael and then boom, I was down for the count. I don't know, but this head wood was like in the movies where you see it literally squirting out. Of course Michael grabs Jax and immediately compresses it but I, well, I was no help. Why? I was passed out on the floor. What the heck? I came to about a minute later. I thought I would help my cleaning up the blood on the floor, which caused me to do some serious dry-heaving and the whole "seeing stars" was an understatement. I felt like I was floating in the air and watching everything, including myself from above. I moved to sit down on the couch and I should have crawled. I barely reached it before I went down again. Apparently Michael hadn't realized and was talking to me and by this point, he just thought it was ridiculous. It is! I swear. I see blood and it's only a matter of seconds and boom, I go too. This time...extremely lucky that I didn't end up in the ER too. Usually that is the case. I need life alert or something. If Michael wouldn't have been home, I would have been screwed. Then his trauma military days came out in full force and he made a seriously bandage and made me stay home because he said I would only cause more problems, and took Jax to the ER. Record time of 20 minutes and they were already on their way home. It was a pretty clean cut so they just glued it. He didn't cry at all in the ER and was running around all over the place when he got home. He doesn't mess with it at all which I am thankful for. I hope that is heals quickly and that it won't turn into too big of a scar! Although, quite a few people mentioned that it reminds them of HP so I guess that is okay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the only way to get a photo of him! lol﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zLoi4if9SXs/TzV-SFtQ4iI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/021lYTEZuEQ/s1600/jaxhead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zLoi4if9SXs/TzV-SFtQ4iI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/021lYTEZuEQ/s320/jaxhead.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-657841719603943584?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/657841719603943584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=657841719603943584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/657841719603943584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/657841719603943584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-you-have-boysyou-have-accidents.html' title='When you have boys...you have accidents.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zLoi4if9SXs/TzV-SFtQ4iI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/021lYTEZuEQ/s72-c/jaxhead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1996606950580192592</id><published>2012-02-06T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T09:44:45.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and the Super Bowl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Friday evening Ellen and I hit up PF Changs and just had some relaxation time. Food was amazing and the company was even better. We then met up with Jen and Becky and went to see "The Lady in Black". The movie was good and it would have been scary at some points if it weren't for the 80/20 ration of teenagers to adults. Those girls screamed at everything. High pitch, screams. It was beyond annoying. The door could move and they would scream. Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I woke up to snow. Now, unlike a lot of my friends, I love snow. We headed out early and had some errands to run and I just loved sliding through intersections, and losing control on turns. I am being totally serious too. I love it. Down fall, was that we witnessed almost 2 huge accidents due to people's stupidity. I just love how the snow sticks to trees, bushes, houses, cars, buildings, everything. It's do numbing after a large snow fall. It's quiet and relaxing. It makes me just want to read a book with a hot tea. Yeah, in my house that doesn't happen. All Jax wanted to do on Saturday was dance, so we did a lot of that. That boy. I tell you what. Jake and I worked on Valentines for family members and decorations for his party on Friday. He is completely in charge of this whole processes and is even picking out a lot of the menu. He will even go "wait mom, let me get my list". Great, I passed on the "list" gene. Usually his lists consist of his name, mom, dad, Jax, nana, papa, Zoey, dog, cat. They aren't relevant but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we headed to Hope, then ran home to get Jax down for a nap before heading up to Ankeny. This year was a complete blast for the super bow. The team we wanted to win did. We had great company, great food, a fun bet going that kept us really engaged in the game. I will say the half time show was a slight let down. It's Madonna, seriously, don't sell out. But the evening was a lot of fun and I can't wait till next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home with the boys today and it's been so much fun. Jax is currently sleeping (a time to always cherish.) and Jake wanted to watch "Tangled" because it's a girl movie and I am a girl so I should like it. I love being able to stay home with them when I can. We just have a ridiculously good time. Jake is sitting on the couch with a dog on each side, both their heads are in his lap and the cat is sitting right above his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus this week is a four day work week for me. Great start to a hopefully fantastic weekend. I'm super pumped for Friday-Sunday. I just hope these days go by super fast. I am sure they won't because I have so much going on and so much to do! Work will go slow, evenings will fly by! But that is pretty much how every day is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-1996606950580192592?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1996606950580192592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=1996606950580192592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1996606950580192592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1996606950580192592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2012/02/snow-and-super-bowl.html' title='Snow and the Super Bowl!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1402962258234208772</id><published>2012-02-02T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T19:15:58.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get ready.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;All I can say is I have been waiting over a year since reading these books for these movies to start happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qoUT7q2iTbQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-1402962258234208772?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1402962258234208772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=1402962258234208772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1402962258234208772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1402962258234208772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2012/02/get-ready.html' title='Get ready.....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qoUT7q2iTbQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-7311616048643156707</id><published>2012-01-25T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:59:00.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and comings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I cannot believe next week is February. I see this year is continuing as last year did with going by extremely fast. There are a couple things coming up that I'm really excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Our Valentines Day Party. We are getting a group of our close friends together and I have a few fun activities planned for the kids! The party is definitely more kid related, but I know a few of the adults are big kids at heart. I am one of them! This weekend I really need to buckle down and finalize everything. Especially the treats and meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Superbowl. Even though I really don't care for either team that made it, I will be enjoying some major awesome company! I am sure everyone will make the game a lot more fun and I'm already searching on Pinterest for some good recipes to bring up! I guess if I have to root for a team it will be the Patriots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) February 11th. Now, I am sorry if you are not a fan, but BD comes out that day. A few girlfriends and I are going first thing and will be watching it on repeat! Jana will need an intervention at some point. (You know it's true). I will say though, I am getting excited because the one movie, the main reason I love the books is Pt 2. From the first time I read book one in 2007, all I wanted was for her to become a vampire. It has been almost 5 years and it's about to happen. Far too much waiting. I'm an impatient person as is, making me hold out this long is beyond ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) New ink. I have my tattoo finally figured out and I'm getting a little excited to go back under. Ha. Although I did figure out how to finish my back tattoo (8 years later), I did come up with a great one for my wrist. I will say that I have decided to get a penguin the size of dime on my ankle at some point. I am super excited and everyone has signed off on it and loves it! Now, just need to figure out where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Since February is approaching, that means spring time is right around the corner. Now, for Iowa we have really lucked out on the snow. I am an odd one and I love the snow but it has been nice not having to wash my car weekly, not worrying about my slip/fall ratio, and not having to deal with idiotic drivers. I love spring though. I am a spring and fall girl. Only downfall to spring...baseball. Yet that means tennis will kick off again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Hunger. I am going to have to read The Hunger Games before the movie comes out. I feel like it's been forever since reading all those books, well, it's been about a year, but I really need to brush up on it. I am really excited for the flick and can't wait to see how it unfolds on the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Planning, planning, planning. I have a few things that I have to buckle down and plan. A few birthday parties (especially Beths), activities for our giant FR in June, a few trips, and just some evenings with friends. We are going to have some fun and do themed evenings. This should get interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I guess I should mention my birthday, but I really don't care. Lol. Age is age. I've never been big on my birthday but my friends and family have always made it special. I think it's on Sunday this year. Monterrey is the #1 thing on the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-7311616048643156707?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7311616048643156707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=7311616048643156707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7311616048643156707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7311616048643156707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2012/01/up-and-comings.html' title='Up and comings'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1471306270096918725</id><published>2012-01-22T19:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T19:05:38.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Winter has finally hit. Although, I know a lot of people who are extremely upset about this, I welcome the cold, ice, and snow. I am fortunate to live in a state where we get to experience all four seasons. I will say having the colder weather makes for us to stay at home more. We have spent evenings dancing in the living room (this happens for about an hour a day thanks to XM radio), play games, read, do crafts, bake, and watch the occasional movie. Jax is into everything. I mean everything. He can get onto almost any type of furniture. He has even mastered moving chairs to climb on the higher ground. It's quit ridiculous. I am not super excited about it. Everything is "uh-oh" and anytime any music comes on, the boy will drop everything and dance. Jake usually joins in also. Jake has been very independent lately. He is off doing his old things and if you ask what he's doing you get the response: "It's top secret Mom, I cannot let you in on it." He's been super into puzzles lately and has mastered quite a few of them. Again, he wants to do them on his own with no help. He usually calls us up to see his masterpieces when he is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness filled my house this week when my good friend, the treadmill kicked the bucket. He was about 6 years old, but he just left with out saying goodbye. Ugh. Michael of course is taking apart thinking he will be able to fix it. I guess I will have to start shopping for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to throw a Valentines Day party with our friends this year. I have been having a blast putting things together for it! I have to narrow down everything down this week and try to figure out everything we are going to do and eat! Even though it is 4 months away, I have already been starting to plan Beth's 30th Birthday bash. I am super excited for this and it's going to be a great time for us ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any free time (which is hardly any) is being spent on Pinterest. It all started in November and since then, many of recipes have been tried, many DIY projects are completed, trial and errors, more creativity, and just good time with family and friends. It's addictive and I am there is a support goup out there I may have to join. Oye.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-1471306270096918725?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1471306270096918725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=1471306270096918725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1471306270096918725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1471306270096918725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-has-finally-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1828861338704166831</id><published>2012-01-08T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:44:00.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This past week Netflix sent us a few movies that I have been longing to see. Over the past 7 days, I have actually had some down time between 9pm-11pm to watch them. This is our 5th year with Netflix, and I am yet to be disappointed by them. I love that their "live streaming" is starting to boom again. It helps when two of our TV's are set up via internet. Especially when I am running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First movie: One Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KtN53VIsgCM/Twow0bJeg8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/jes8W-TrL-s/s1600/oneday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KtN53VIsgCM/Twow0bJeg8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/jes8W-TrL-s/s1600/oneday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This movie had me captured in the first five minutes. It had moments of laughter, heart ache, wishing, lost moments, all that 'will they, won't they' scenarios. Anne Hathaway is amazing, as usual. I love her and she did a fantastic job in this movie. I am also in love with Jim Sturgess, a large part due to "Across the Universe". The ending....ugh, the ending of this movie. I won't ruin it for anyone but it tears at your heart strings. It is very realistic though because not all things end the way we want them to. We just learn from our past experiences and it makes us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Movie: Cowboys vs Aliens (this was NOT my choice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNcmP1UocHo/TwoyHmfVULI/AAAAAAAAA04/l4pGVPT0-FM/s1600/cowboys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNcmP1UocHo/TwoyHmfVULI/AAAAAAAAA04/l4pGVPT0-FM/s1600/cowboys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This movie did nothing for me. I love Daniel Craig and he is extremely good to look at, but I did not care for this movie at all. I am not a Harrison Ford fan and I should have known from just that, that I wouldn't enjoy this. There was very little action and for an "alien"movie, very little aliens. I felt that there was a ton of downtime and horrible humor. Definitely a "guys" movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Movie: The Art of Getting By&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KN3YEHnZpE/Twoy8fiQotI/AAAAAAAAA1A/kwTK_0HyUtA/s1600/art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KN3YEHnZpE/Twoy8fiQotI/AAAAAAAAA1A/kwTK_0HyUtA/s1600/art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This movie did not disappoint to me. I have been a fan of Freddie Highmore since "Finding Neverland", "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", and of course, my favorite "August Rush". This movie had some great story lines and showed what a little drive and determination can really do. The acting was okay, but these kids are suppose to be in high school and kids in high school, well, they never really care. Lol. I had a few tear up moments and it was a total "feel good movie".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fourth Movie: Crazy Stupid Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N9j1nGo6NSI/Two0N-fMrhI/AAAAAAAAA1I/4x0bNQWspJM/s1600/crazy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N9j1nGo6NSI/Two0N-fMrhI/AAAAAAAAA1I/4x0bNQWspJM/s1600/crazy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, I saw this movie in theaters and LOVED it. I must buy this. First of all, I love Steve Carrell, Ryan Gosling and of course, the talented Emma Stone. This movie had me laughing all the way through and the twist, yeah, didn't see it coming in theaters and almost forgot about it when we watched it the other day. Emma Stone, is of course, utterly amazing as usual and Ryan Gosling, wow, that man has a super body and is actually pretty funny. Julianne Moore does an excellent job and Marisa Tomei is nothing but hilarious. I really need to go buy this movie. It is something I for sure need in my collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other then the four movies I actually watched this week, nothing too exciting is going on. It's been so much fun watching the boys change though. They both enjoy playing together. It's so fun to watch them chase each other, laugh at the same things, sing together, and just be with one another. Jax feels like a 3 year old, not a 13 month old. He is so into everything Jake is and is just so ridiculously happy all the time. It is honestly insane how happy that boy is all the time. He loves to laugh and will always give a stranger a smile. Women love him when we shop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will say one thing, I love our pastor. Mike has the ability to reach you to your core every Sunday. Every week I am brought to tears. I am shown that no matter what, we are all sinners. I am thankful, so very thankful, to have a pastor and a church that is alive and full of faith and grace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow one of Jake's friends (one of our good friends daughter) has heart surgery. We hope nothing but the best for her and her parents. We pray for a good, thourough, easy surgery, and a quick recovery. I hope and pray that her parents are calm, up-lifted, and at peace. We want nothing but a speed recovery for her! &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/8075893895343876337-1828861338704166831?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1828861338704166831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=1828861338704166831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1828861338704166831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1828861338704166831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2012/01/movies-and-more.html' title='Movies and more'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KtN53VIsgCM/Twow0bJeg8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/jes8W-TrL-s/s72-c/oneday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6529764132333894381</id><published>2012-01-04T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:10:31.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love new music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I received a book and CD (what is a CD?), in the mail the other day. The album is just amazing. The music coincides with the book. I cannot stop listening to it on my iPod. There are for sure 3 songs that I cannot stop listening to. The one below has to take the award for my favorite. I listen to all genres of music and will at least listen to someone once before I judge if I like them or not. I do have a heart in love with worship music which is mostly what this album is. Below is the song lyrics to Chris Tomlin's "Your Heart". The message is so powerful and it really got me thinking. This song is sort of a game changer for me. It really leaves you thinking of the legacy you are leaving behind. I have a fear in a week it will knock out "A Thousand Years" as the top played song on my iPod. (Side note: that song has been played 311 times since I bought it on iTunes in November, sad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never was about the oil dripping from my head&lt;br /&gt;I never did dream beyond the pastures I could tend&lt;br /&gt;It never was about the praise, not about the street parade&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t really need a crowd when Goliath fell down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to woo a king with simple shepherd songs&lt;br /&gt;Or hide away inside a cave, safe from danger’s arms&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to wear a crown, or try to bring armies down&lt;br /&gt;It never was about me and who I hoped to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I wanna hear people say&lt;br /&gt;My heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart&lt;br /&gt;When the world looks at me, let them agree&lt;br /&gt;That my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would be much more than Jesse’s kin&lt;br /&gt;Who would ever dream a king would come from Bethlehem?&lt;br /&gt;I know that I’ve crashed and burned, lives have been overturned&lt;br /&gt;But You redeem everything, yeah, even me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I want to hear people say&lt;br /&gt;That my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart&lt;br /&gt;When the world looks at me, I pray all they see&lt;br /&gt;Is my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five little stones, or a royal robe&lt;br /&gt;Shepherd or king doesn’t mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I wanna hear people say&lt;br /&gt;That my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart&lt;br /&gt;Unashamed I will dance, In Your name, lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;‘Til my heart looks like Your heart, my heart looks like Your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JXUaDbZaZ9c" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6529764132333894381?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6529764132333894381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6529764132333894381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6529764132333894381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6529764132333894381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-new-music.html' title='I love new music'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JXUaDbZaZ9c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-7338417716279677844</id><published>2012-01-01T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:10:42.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I have no idea where the last two weeks have gone, but wow, talk about total chaos and insanity and I loved every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kicked off Christmas celebrations a few days before hand with some friends. Good food, lots of laughter, and wonderful memories. We celebrated Christmas with my family on Friday evening. The boys had a blast chasing one another around. My parents started off the gift exchange on a funny note. They gave the boys their gifts. As they opened them, fake nails, princess pens, and other girly treasures came out of their bags. It was a great joke and their commentary was pretty hilarious. We did video tape it and it will be fun to show them when they are older! David also came into town that night and pretty much only went home one day. It has been amazing. Christmas Eve we spent time shopping, cooking, wrapping, playing games, singing, dancing around the house, and enjoyed spending time together. Chuck and Marilyn came over on Christmas Eve and we had another amazing meal and spent the evening laughing and enjoying our time together. Christmas Day we went to church with my parents and then ate lunch with the Janzens before they took off to Omaha for an overnight. We took a nice family nap and then our fantastic friends, The Chases, invited us over to spend the evening with them. It was a very relaxing day and we shared it with family and friends. I luckily did not have to return back to work until the new year so Monday we had a giant gathering at my sisters with my moms side of the family. We played games, once again ate amazing food, laughed, and just enjoyed each others companies. David returned that evening and we just crashed. The rest of this week involved, having a dear friend of ours over for lunch, having play dates during the day, spending time with friends, shopping, going to the mall, and just enjoying this time off work. My cousins from Missouri came up during the week and it was great to see them. Michael even crashed on our couch for the night and it was nice to have him around. Friday evening we had a girls night! It was for a sad reason, but Jana was up in Des Moines for basically 24 hours so we had to make the most of it! We had a surprise party for Ellen and Mary at Glazed Expressions. The evening was full of laughter and it is definitely an evening I will not forget. After leaving the party, Ellen and I met up with Bec and Jana for even more laughter at Monterrey. Oh how I love those 3 women. Their laughter is just amazing. New Years Eve we shopped, spent time with the Olsens. I met up with Beth and Ellen for pedicures, some shopping, a middle school experience (ear piercing at the mall lol), and Starbucks. Ellen and I then spent some time at Costco getting food and beverages for the evening. All I can say about New Years Eve was....amazing. We had a total blast and rang in the new year with a great crew of people, some amazing glowing gloves, super delish champagne, and a fantastic dance party. It was epic. Today.....oye. Morning came way too soon. We made it to church on time, had lunch and the Janzen apartment with the whole crew, we then took the Olsen kids to our house so that Andy and Laurel could shop in peace, and now we are awaiting the arrival of a freshly baked pizza and a night of doing...nothing. It has been a couple of crazy weeks and a little R &amp;amp; R is needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one to make or believe in resolutions for the new year. If you have something to change, why wait for the start of a new year? Do it now. I also do no like making a resolution, only to burden myself with it. I have aspirations for the next few months but I'm not going to hold them over my head. We have had a very interesting year in 2011. We have had many highs, way too many lows, and it has brought not just us but our entire family together. Through mom's surgery, Michaels cancer, Dad's cancer, the passing of Grandma, it has just been a rough one. I wouldn't have been able to make it through with out Our Father Above, my wonder family, and my devoted friends. I am so blessed that I have quite a few amazing people in my life that always go above and beyond the call of duty. I am forever in your debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is to a new year! I am super excited to see what it has in store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-7338417716279677844?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7338417716279677844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=7338417716279677844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7338417716279677844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7338417716279677844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2012/01/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6208823781559052010</id><published>2011-12-24T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T20:39:50.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So it's a few weeks late but Jax turned one in the beginning of December. It was sad because he was sick and so his party got cancelled. We made it up in about 3-5 smaller parties with family and friends over the past few weeks. So technically we have been celebrating his birthday for about 3 weeks. I guess for me, him turning one year isn't too depressing. He is our last baby but he's seemed older then one for a while. He's been walking since about 9 months, he says about 10 words, he is non-stop moving (Chuck gene), gets into everything, and has no problem keeping up or taking out his older brother. His one year check up has him weighing in at a hefty 25 1/2 pounds, and 33 inches long. He's in the 90% for weight and the 99% for height. The nurses did not believe me that he was one. They thought he was two. No, he's just really tall and a ham. He never fails to warm everyone's hearts. He loves everyone and is always willing to give you a hug. He laughs all the time and rarely cries. He is the sun on a cloudy day. He may have an obsession with the toilet and if he's being too quiet...you know he is in it. He loves his brother and cannot get enough of him. He eats almost anything as we all know. You clean up all his toys and within 2 minutes, they are all over the house again. He runs around the house all day long and loves to dance. He makes anything into a drum and will drop anything at the sound of music. He loves my parents I think more then me at times. Lol. He loves my Grandpa and my Uncle Rod terribly. He will go to them over anyone in a room. He is always willing to flirt with woman at church or at a restaurant. He loves to gives bashful smiles to anyone and has just started blowing kisses. He's such a light in our lives and we are so blessed to have him. He's another amazing gift from Above. I love him so and can't wait to see what the next year brings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JhIldCrxEh4/TvkvAkfmCnI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ESJk5H8LtqM/s1600/IMG_4165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JhIldCrxEh4/TvkvAkfmCnI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ESJk5H8LtqM/s320/IMG_4165.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AojZNo3TGhE/TvkvtFyWT4I/AAAAAAAAA0c/_XB-rovcuKM/s1600/jaxbirthdaychristmasphotos+014.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AojZNo3TGhE/TvkvtFyWT4I/AAAAAAAAA0c/_XB-rovcuKM/s320/jaxbirthdaychristmasphotos+014.2.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6208823781559052010?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6208823781559052010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6208823781559052010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6208823781559052010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6208823781559052010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-year.html' title='One year'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JhIldCrxEh4/TvkvAkfmCnI/AAAAAAAAA0E/ESJk5H8LtqM/s72-c/IMG_4165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-4191445310387664295</id><published>2011-12-23T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T20:17:58.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Since apparently everyone else is doing it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate. But I love tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;br /&gt;Santa does both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?&lt;br /&gt;The tree has white lights since it's covered in colored ornaments. The house...depends on my mood. Everything has to match though, no different types. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;No but I will next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up?&lt;br /&gt;Usually the start of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Just one? Probably Lefsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite holiday memory as a child?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our family cat running up the tree. That was pretty epic. I would mostly have to say getting a tree, cutting it down, listening to Christmas music while drinking coffee and cider while decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure what age. I just know, I snuck out of my room and saw mom and dad putting gifts out.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. Usually it was PJ's or something small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree?&lt;br /&gt;It is fully of multi colored ornaments. It's a random collection. Some memories and we get an ornament for the kids each year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Snow! Love it or Dread it?&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy it at times. I am not a fan during the holidays just due to traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can you ice skate?&lt;br /&gt;We use to growing up, haven't for a long time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;br /&gt;My game gear for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What’s the most important thing about the holidays for you?&lt;br /&gt;The birth of Christ, Family, Friends, just being together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favorite holiday dessert?&lt;br /&gt;Pam's sugar cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?&lt;br /&gt;I have way too many. Probably decorating the tree and getting up and going to church on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What tops your tree?&lt;br /&gt;We have a star, but as a child we had an Angel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which do you prefer, giving or receiving?&lt;br /&gt;Giving, but I loathe gifts at Christmas time. I would much rather play games and eat food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Candy Canes?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I do not need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite Christmas show?&lt;br /&gt;How the Grinch Stole Christmas (Jim Carey), Elf, Christmas Story, Love Actually, and now Christmas Vacation (finally saw it this year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Saddest Christmas Song?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Shoes. horrible...way too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;O Holy Night....by far my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-4191445310387664295?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4191445310387664295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=4191445310387664295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4191445310387664295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4191445310387664295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/12/since-apparently-everyone-else-is-doing.html' title='Since apparently everyone else is doing it....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6081447781350206612</id><published>2011-12-18T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:39:13.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bake day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today I arose after only getting about 3 hours of sleep. My fault for staying out till 3am and knowing my boys will wake up at the latest 6. I decided to embrace the day. I went to church last night so I ran to the store and bought way too much. I started off with scotercheroos, then moved to peanut butter cookies with the kiss in the middle, went next to a bath of snickerdoodles (that are amazing), then made some oreo balls, and got the red velvet cake balls rolled out. I also baked a french vanilla cake to make cake balls but I ran out of chocolate. I still have to make pretzels tomorrow. We will see. I'm spent. I've been baking since 8. I also had decided to make some gifts via Pinterest and they were an epic failure. I am really discouraged about them. I am about to free hand them. We will see how this goes. I haven't decided on what to do yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I will soon blog about our new one year old and other things going on but I have to get some cookies out of the oven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6081447781350206612?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6081447781350206612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6081447781350206612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6081447781350206612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6081447781350206612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/12/bake-day.html' title='Bake day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-4684696029628864942</id><published>2011-12-05T06:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T06:39:41.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Lets talk about the epic failure, that was my "thankful" postings. Honestly, I did not have the time get on the computer and type. We have been so busy that I find myself getting to sit down and it's already 11pm. Between weddings, trips, Thanksgiving, friends, family, sporting events, I just didn't have the time. I know it happens to everyone at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was good. As usual we headed to Arkansas. The kids all had a great time wearing each other out and the men got to get out and shoot 18 holes of golf. We had a birthday party for Jax since we could get everyone together and he did not like cake. A boy after my own heart! I am picky when it comes to cake. Apparently, he is too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana came into town that same weekend so it was Mexican and a movie! It was a good night out with the ladies and I was we were so far into the future that we could do something like apparate. Then we would never have to without seeing each other for more then a few days...heck maybe hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December is here. That is absolutely insane. I have no idea where this year went. It came and went extremely fast. Currently we are getting ready for what looks to be the final wedding of 2011, getting the last items for Christmas, nursing the boys back to health since they have been sick for about 2 weeks, gearing up for some major time off work, Christmas party central, and just spending time with family and friends. Oye, I better get started on Christmas cards this coming up weekend. Yikes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-4684696029628864942?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4684696029628864942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=4684696029628864942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4684696029628864942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4684696029628864942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/12/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-2118515011107554170</id><published>2011-11-19T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:09:39.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17-19th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Day 17: Thankful for being able to take a day off work and get a lot done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 18: Being able to spend the day home with my boys! Even though I only got 2.5 hours of sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19: Being able to see too people unite as one. It was a great day and a day full of new experiences!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-2118515011107554170?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/2118515011107554170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=2118515011107554170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2118515011107554170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2118515011107554170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-17-19th.html' title='Day 17-19th'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-7610549846785333640</id><published>2011-11-16T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:12:26.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sometimes, it's the little things that brighten your day. I was watching TV in the 8 o'clock hour this evening and saw this! I love this woman! I am thankful that a 30 second commercial can turn a day around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VFBsxwKHT14" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/8075893895343876337-7610549846785333640?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7610549846785333640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=7610549846785333640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7610549846785333640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7610549846785333640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-16.html' title='Day 16'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VFBsxwKHT14/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6721534121880297543</id><published>2011-11-15T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:02:42.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am thankful for 'text dates'. I love being able to have text conversations with loved ones near and far over movies, TV, music...just whatever we are doing at the same time, that is the same. Mostly on Tuesday nights when a few of us text together over a guilty pleasure show of ours. I wouldn't trade that hour for anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6721534121880297543?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6721534121880297543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6721534121880297543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6721534121880297543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6721534121880297543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-thankful-for-text-dates.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-748044857474259399</id><published>2011-11-14T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T07:48:49.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11-14th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ok so yeah I am behind. Only because I have no sat down since last week. I am thankful for a beautiful shower that we were able to put on for Rachel this weekend. Spending time with those women makes my day! I am thankful to be able to spend most of the weekend with our friends. We had a few nights of hanging out and relaxing. It always centers me. I am thankful that HP came out on Blu-Ray. I know that this is something that I shouldn't be thankful for since it's an item that I purchased but I love HP and this movie is my favorite. I stayed up twice this weekend until 2 am to watch it. I am thankful for my friends that can feed my obsessions with me. Haha. I love having a variety of people that can partake in the things I love and that I am thankful for the ones that joke around with me and give me a hard time for being a 12 year old. I am thankful that my dad is doing amazing and his recovery is going so well. I am thankful that I got a clean bill of health at the dentist and nothing went wrong! Hahahaha. We all know my dentist stories are usually a little more excitable then I normally like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-748044857474259399?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/748044857474259399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=748044857474259399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/748044857474259399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/748044857474259399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-11-14th.html' title='Day 11-14th'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1725728442683041071</id><published>2011-11-10T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T07:02:23.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am thankful for lunch time at work. Now this may sound odd, but being able to break free at lunch, makes us a little more sane. I said a little. I love being able to run errands, eat at some of our favorite places, shop, just get out! My lunch partner is pretty amazing and it's always fun to compare receipts at the end. I usually spend the most. Especially when we go to Target. Oye. I am thankful for a job that allows us 45 minutes to take a needed break. I will admit, some days it's longer then 45 minutes! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-1725728442683041071?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1725728442683041071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=1725728442683041071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1725728442683041071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1725728442683041071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-7613710691763879384</id><published>2011-11-09T19:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T19:16:57.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;As I awoke this morning, I gazed out my window to see the first snow had fallen. Call me weird, but I was super excited! I love snow! Yet, in Iowa, people tend to forget how to operate their vehicles and there were several accidents this morning on my way into work. So, I am thank for all the police, fire fighters, and EMT's that risk their lives to save ours. I can't even count how many times I heard sirens go off this morning and thought "we should all be so selfless". I am thankful there are people out there that are willing to go above and beyond to help us. Thank you does not seem worthy enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-7613710691763879384?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7613710691763879384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=7613710691763879384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7613710691763879384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7613710691763879384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-2314106354348929287</id><published>2011-11-08T17:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:41:49.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today I am thankful for music. I will say it again, it runs through me. It's lives in my veins. Case and point, today I woke up early to make a purchase on iTunes and thanks to Christina Perri (who I adore and was an artist on this album), I believe I have a song that is inches away from being my most played. I seriously listened to the song at least 20 times today. I am thankful that there are so many talented artists out there to enjoy. I'm grateful that everyday I can turn on my iPod and listen to so many tunes, from all different genres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-2314106354348929287?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/2314106354348929287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=2314106354348929287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2314106354348929287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2314106354348929287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-5862510302155768011</id><published>2011-11-07T18:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:42:18.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today I am thankful for the women I have in my life. From all ages and walks of life. I am surrounded by so many wonderful women that I can laugh with, talk with, cry with, joke with, obsess about things with, that get me for me, love me the way I am, just spend time with. No matter the topic, I am so blessed to have such great woman all around me. I could not be more grateful for them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-5862510302155768011?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5862510302155768011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=5862510302155768011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5862510302155768011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5862510302155768011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-i-am-thankful-for-women-i-have-in.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-4101466021770118013</id><published>2011-11-06T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:45:00.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am thankful for my energy today. I was able to do 4 loads of laundry and get them folded and put away. Got a pot roast in the crock pot, baked 4 dozen chocolate chip cookies, a dutch apple pie, and dinner for my parents. Play with the boys, take both dogs on a walk, get food ready for the week for Jax, clean the kitchen, shower, and read 4 chapters in a book! It's not even 8 yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-4101466021770118013?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4101466021770118013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=4101466021770118013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4101466021770118013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4101466021770118013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-7568080651835691363</id><published>2011-11-05T17:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:51:46.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day, 3, 4 and 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Day 3: Thankful for the humor that I seem to have surround me on a daily basis. I am blessed to have such a sarcastic group of family and friends. Even the "stupid" humor is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: I am thankful for technology. Being able to send a text, email, or make a phone call from my phone is a blessing. I know we didn't have this 20 years ago but I am thankful there are some talented and smart folks out there that can create these devices. They make keeping people informed so much more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: I am grateful for modern medicine. After 2.5 days in the hospital, dad is home. We still won't know the results of his cancer prognosis for about 3-5 days. I am so humbled by everyone who has shown us love these past few days. My friends have been amazing. Sometimes it is nice to have people watching out for you when you can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-7568080651835691363?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7568080651835691363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=7568080651835691363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7568080651835691363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7568080651835691363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-3-4-and-5.html' title='Day, 3, 4 and 5'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-3768994604419592263</id><published>2011-11-02T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T20:41:00.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Day 2: I'm thankful for Iowa weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know people around here loooooooove warm weather, sunshine, birds chirping, laying in the grass, sipping lemonade...I am not one of those people. I love gray days, rainy days, snow days, over cast. I love opening a window to let the smell of rain come in and battle with the smell of fresh baked cookies. I love being able to make pot roast because it just sounds amazing and to make you feel warm inside. I love being able to cook casseroles, turkeys, bake goodies, homemade soups, breads, sip hot chocolate while I'm in a hoodie and sweatpants. Today I was given one of those days. It's rainy, cold and cloud covered. You bet I'm in my hoodie, sweatpants, and slippers. I have been waiting for these days for a while. I'm excited they are here. I am just grateful to live in a state where I get to experience all 4 seasons and though I may not like one of them, at least I get the chance to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vE1wbyNb-dA/TrGc_SQg2lI/AAAAAAAAAzY/uyP0y18sjtk/s1600/four-seasons-00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vE1wbyNb-dA/TrGc_SQg2lI/AAAAAAAAAzY/uyP0y18sjtk/s320/four-seasons-00.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-3768994604419592263?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3768994604419592263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=3768994604419592263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3768994604419592263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3768994604419592263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vE1wbyNb-dA/TrGc_SQg2lI/AAAAAAAAAzY/uyP0y18sjtk/s72-c/four-seasons-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6625740964895921840</id><published>2011-11-01T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:43:11.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Per my tradition of the past 2 years, I'm posting daily "Thankful" postings. I am trying to try and post things that are happening randomly through out my day. I am thankful for my family, friends and my faith but I am sure they will play out as these days go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: I am thankful for time off. Our "your time" at work is pretty amazing for a company and I am thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana asked me what my scheduled looked like for the rest of the year. I hadn't really realized how much time I have off coming up. It's amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of:Oct 31-Nov 4: &lt;br /&gt;Out: Oct 31,Nov 3-4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of Nov 7-11&amp;nbsp; = HERE all week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of Nov 14-18: &lt;br /&gt;Out Nov 17 &amp;amp; 18th...DUH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of Nov 21-25: &lt;br /&gt;Out the 23-25th! Hello Arkansas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of Nov 28-Dec 2nd = HERE all week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of Dec 5-9: &lt;br /&gt;Out Dec 8 &amp;amp; 9 Wedding time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of Dec 12-16 &lt;br /&gt;Out: Dec 16 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of Dec 19-23 &lt;br /&gt;Out: Dec 22-23 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week of Dec 26-30: &lt;br /&gt;Out: ALL WEEK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can tell, I only work 2 more full weeks for the rest of the year. This is spectacular. Now, my time is split up between weddings, vacation, movie dates, surgery, and just extra time I need to get rid of but still. Very thankful for being able to utilize my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6625740964895921840?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6625740964895921840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6625740964895921840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6625740964895921840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6625740964895921840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6662044696814067300</id><published>2011-10-31T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T10:46:06.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It has been a while since I have actually posted a blog about what is going on around here. I have hesitated because it's been a rough couple of days and I feel like there is so much going on at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Grandma left us to be with her heavenly Father. It was rough to have her go, but we all know she is pain free and happy where she is. She was ready to go even, though it has been hard on all of us. I am one to box my emotions up and then let them erupt when I am alone. I had been doing that fairly well until today.&amp;nbsp; The visitation was yesterday and we had a great turn out and it was good to see everyone. I know it's the stereotypical phrase but if I hear "I'm sorry for your loss" one more time, I think I might scream! I get in that mode where I don't want to hear people I don't know, walk up to me and say that. It's just awkward for everyone involved. I understand people want to express their sadness and condolences and I know my grandma had a lot of people that loved her. I just hate awkward conversations. Today, ugh. I disliked it and yet loved it. I loved being around my family but I was not prepared for this. I have had my grandparents on my dad's side pass away. My grandma's was extremely hard. Today was, well even worse. First off, my dad sang. I love when my dad sings but when he sings in these situations...I cry even more. I couldn't even look at him. A family member sent this birdhouse with flowers and I just stared at it the whole time. Second, we sang my favorite hymn. "How Great Thou Art" has always been my favorite since I can remember and I blubbered my way through it. It was brutal.  I have that thing memorized and yet I seem to have lost all memory of the words during the funeral.The pastor, he now was amazing as usual. His message was on point and summed up my grandma perfectly. He really got to the core of who she was. After the service we headed to the burial. I will say I felt a little odd attending a funeral on Halloween but again, the words spoken were perfection. We returned for a lunch put on by the church and had some fellowship. All in all, it was a great funeral and everything we could have asked for and more. It was hard to say goodbye, but we all know she is in a better place and is pain free. I am sure these emotions will creep up on me at random times but it seems to be easier to think about grandma without tears streaming down the my face. I will always cherish the memories, time, and love that my grandma gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the next thing. My dad's surgery is Thursday. I am someone that always thinks the worst. I don't know if I do it so that if something does happen, it doesn't come as a shock, or if I just do it to psych myself out. I'm not sure. I know I'm stressed out and there is so much more but I will not go into detail on it because I'm not in the mood to upset myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was pretty rushed and probably on the bottom of our list this year. We did go to mom and dads, the boys went trick-or-treating, and candy was ate. We did the big 3 things on the list! The boys looked utterly adorable and they had a blast. I will post photos when I get to downloading them! I feel like there isn't enough time in the day currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to say Thank You to all my friends that have been there for me these past few months and especially this week. The flowers, meals, cards, calls, drop ins, talks, emails....I am so grateful. It's truly humbling. Thank you for your love and support. I do not know where I would be without you all. You have been my rocks over the past few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6662044696814067300?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6662044696814067300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6662044696814067300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6662044696814067300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6662044696814067300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-has-been-while-since-i-have-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-8620712393339710108</id><published>2011-10-27T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:51:00.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get use to it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;You are going to have to get through the next 22 days with me. I have two things that are making me like a 16 year old girl screaming for Justin Bieber. 1) Harry Potter comes out to purchase on 11.11.11. I am completely stoked about this. Thanks to ABC Family, I have never had to purchase these. That is, until, November 11th. Then they will ALL be mine.2) Breaking Dawn. Book 4 is what us Twi-Hards have waited years for. I am as excited about this as I was about HP 7 pt 2. I cannot wait and the excitement is starting to boil over. November 17th-18th will be amazing. I super pumped and I can't express into words how giddy I will be the day of. Today Christina Perri, who I love, released her music video for the soundtrack. I cried. The song in itself is amazing. The words. I didn't watch the video the first 3 times, just listened to the song. Love it. Cannot wait for this soundtrack to hit iTunes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="229" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rtOvBOTyX00" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-8620712393339710108?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8620712393339710108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=8620712393339710108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8620712393339710108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8620712393339710108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/10/get-use-to-it.html' title='Get use to it'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rtOvBOTyX00/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6020676802306851153</id><published>2011-10-25T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T18:54:51.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ok, everyone who knows me, knows that I am a music junkie. I spend entirely way too much money in iTunes every week and even get up extra early to download an album and burn it on to a CD before I leave for work at 5:45. This week my purchases included Coldplay's new album, which is in one word, phenomenal! I also picked up Michael Buble's holiday album. I'm a sucker for Christmas and Michael Buble, so don't hate. I also purchased Kelly Clarkson's pipes. I have loved Kelly since the first season of AI and voted for her all the way through. I just adore this girl. This album did not disappoint for me at all. Most of the songs are upbeat but she does belt it out. One song in particular is slowly creeping up to my "most played list". Which, if you have seen my iPod is a challenge in itself. I have over 7000 songs and they are OCD organized. My current top 5 played are: 1) "Imma Be" by BEP which was our summer jam in 2010. 2) Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel for "Popular" from Wicked. 3) "Me and Mrs Jones" by Michael Buble. MB...enough said. 4) "The Stand" by Hillsong and a three way tie for 5) Britney Spears "Till the World Ends (remix), Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel in "What Is This Feeling" and "Fix You" by Coldplay. I think there is a 25 way tie for slot 6. The top five have been played over the three digit marks, and I mean, the high 3 digit marks. I have only had this iPod for 2 years. Anyways. This song has a power in it and a message that even though, I'm not experiencing heart break from a man, I could change some of the words to adjust to other situations in my life. It is immediately going on my work out playlist and will be played for those last couple of miles to keep me going! Has a way to just push you through anything. I admit, I rocked out to this one night on my way home from dinner with a friend. Windows down and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the bed feels warmer&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping here alone&lt;br /&gt;You know I dream in colour&lt;br /&gt;And do the things I want&lt;br /&gt;You think you got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;Think you had the last laugh&lt;br /&gt;Bet you think that everything good is gone&lt;br /&gt;Think you left me broken down&lt;br /&gt;Think that I'd come running back&lt;br /&gt;Baby you don't know me, cause you're dead wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;Stand a little taller&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps even lighter&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm over cause you're gone&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;hat doesn't kill you makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;Stand a little taller&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard that I was starting over with someone new&lt;br /&gt;But told you I was moving on over you&lt;br /&gt;You didn't think that I'd come backI'd come back swinging&lt;br /&gt;You tried to break me, but you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;Stand a little taller&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps even lighter&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm over cause you're gone&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger&lt;br /&gt;Just me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;Stand a little taller&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you I got a new thing started&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you I'm not a broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you I'm finally thinking bout me&lt;br /&gt;You know in the end the day you left was just my beginningIn the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;Stand a little taller&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps even lighter&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm over cause you're gone&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger&lt;br /&gt;Just me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;Stand a little taller&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6020676802306851153?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6020676802306851153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6020676802306851153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6020676802306851153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6020676802306851153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/10/ok-everyone-who-knows-me-knows-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-8969121323313800064</id><published>2011-10-09T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:11:10.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I started writing this multiple times but have been side tracked every time. I have a "go to" song. It has been there for me through deaths, horrible days, life challenging moments, times where I think the world is on my shoulders, when I feel like I can't get any lower in low, and where I feel like there is no light at the end of the tunnel. I will say, I have not been at these lows often but it's happened a handful of times. I have cried many of times to this musical number. We all have a song, that when we hear it, it strikes a chord. I will not lie, I have a few of them, but this one, from the moment I heard it in 2005 on the X&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; Y album, it was mine. I remember seeing them in concert and just could not contain the tears. Something about having this song sung live, where the audience kicks in and sings along, yanks at those chords again. On the last episode of Glee, Mr Shue took on the task of singing this song. The second the intro began, I was done. Tears just started streaming down my face. The story line and the montage of the song did not help either. I just had to share it. Thanks to Fox, the only good quality video from Glee has Spanish subtitles! Oh well, still doesn't take away from the song. I also attached one of my favorite live performances of this song. I have had it in my favorites since 2007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/trRLEgGkt3w" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d8qfhtLi-JI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am completely excited for their new album in 2 weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-8969121323313800064?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8969121323313800064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=8969121323313800064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8969121323313800064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8969121323313800064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/10/go-to.html' title='Go To'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/trRLEgGkt3w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-7787654924130724020</id><published>2011-10-02T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:06:32.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October...what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I have no idea where the last month has gone. We have been so busy that I cannot get over how fast that month flew by. Between campfires, pumpkin patch visits, chili nights, birthday parties, walks, playing outdoors, movie nights, family time, traveling, it has disappeared. I think October is going to be our "catch up" month. Basically the last month before insanity starts from November through February. My calendar is slowly...okay quickly filling up. No giant news on the home front. Jax is still walking around and is almost 26lbs! Help us all. He is off the charts for height and weight. At least he is walking around and is very active. He is always happy and loves to play peek-a-boo and so big! He is not into baby toys and loves any sort of train or truck. Jake is, well, Jake. Not much going on with him. Enjoying the outdoors and evenings with friends. He's been getting into Disney movies so we have been renting/buying one a week and having family night on Wednesday so he can watch them. He was into Toy Story and Cars but we got out the classics. He is now super excited for the Lion King to come out on DVD this week. It is my favorite movie as well so I'm extra excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been baking quite a bit. Breads and goodies. We made a giant batch of apple cider last week and it was AMAZING. I love apple cider. We also got an amazing recipe from Jana for the Carmel Apple Cider drink from Starbucks. Takes exactly like it. Super excited we can now have that treat 24/7 and not have to pay a ton for it throughout this season! I also will say I finally tried my first PSL. The first time I had it, it was pretty good. The second time, horrible. I was told to beware that sometimes you can get a bad one in a batch of good. At least I can say I tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mission this week: Find Jake and Jax costumes for Halloween. I already know what Jake wants to be but I'm not sure what to make the little one. Someone mentioned Godzilla....that may work! He does roar a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-7787654924130724020?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7787654924130724020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=7787654924130724020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7787654924130724020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7787654924130724020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/10/octoberwhat.html' title='October...what?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-4206459431780468669</id><published>2011-09-28T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T18:48:18.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gleek-tastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am the first to admit that the last season of Glee was, well, too much. There were way too many story lines and they focused too much on a few of them. The music was spectacular but there was too much of it in an episode. I hate to say that, but it is the truth. This year...completely different story. It was like they went back to the drawing board and re-vamped the whole thing. It has been absolutely amazing this season and we are only 2 episodes in! Here are a few of the amazing performances they have done that I have loved! (sorry, due to recent "issues" with Fox and Hulu a lot of the performances are not on youtube...lame.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1Ae_YQC0Me8" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Pnrbc655lf8" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vZA2lCIj3xM" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/icUt8T8k5Wc" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to state for a fact that I do not like Fox or Hulu's new "process" in how to watch missed episodes. You have to now wait 8 days after the show airs. 8 stinking days! I barely catch Glee every week. Once Bones starts...I'm in trouble. I never watch it on it's correct day and time. I have a life people! I try to catch up on the weekends. Apparently I need to invest in a VCR again. Not quite sure why they paired up with Dish but this is a major inconvenience! That is all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-4206459431780468669?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4206459431780468669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=4206459431780468669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4206459431780468669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4206459431780468669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/09/gleek-tastic.html' title='Gleek-tastic'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1Ae_YQC0Me8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-2667429361274559241</id><published>2011-09-26T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:45:44.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;In the car, heading home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake: "Mom, do you want to know a secret?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (hesitant): "Uhhh.........okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake: "Sometimes, when I have to go to the bathroom at night, I just pee in my trash can so that I don't have to walk down the hall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (mortified): "Are you being serious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake: "Oh yes, very serious mom. You don't make this stuff up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-2667429361274559241?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/2667429361274559241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=2667429361274559241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2667429361274559241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2667429361274559241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/09/jake-moment.html' title='Jake moment'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-830215630390037524</id><published>2011-09-22T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T07:00:37.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I was getting dinner ready and this conversation happened. I am sorry, but I could not stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Table is set. Jax is strapped in and working on his cheerios. Michael is pouring beverages while I wait for the timer to beep and to take dinner out of the oven.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake: "Mom, can I go outside and play?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Not right now, dinner will be ready in 2 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Timer is now at 1 min 52 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake: "But Mom, I can play outside in 2 minutes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What on earth could you play outside in 2 minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Timer is now around 1 min 25 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake: "I could draw something with my sidewalk chalk, I could throw my ball up in the air, I could chase Zoey, pick up sticks, get dirty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok, get your shoes on and when the timer beeps you can come back in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake: "Oh thanks Mom, you're the best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(45 seconds left on the timer. Jake goes upstairs, gets his sweatshirt, socks and shoes on. Then grabs a few items, takes a swig of water, and heads downstairs. Beeper goes off and Jake returns.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake: "Mom, I take back that you are the best. I didn't get to go outside and you knew I wasn't going to be able to get everything done in two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, you tried"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake: "You ruined my life"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I just started laughing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Jake: "It's not funny Mom. When someone ruins your life you will understand what I am going through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laughter continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the tolls of being a 4 year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-830215630390037524?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/830215630390037524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=830215630390037524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/830215630390037524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/830215630390037524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-was-getting-dinner-ready-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-4645390363095497338</id><published>2011-09-18T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T09:15:07.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This weekend was crazy. That is pretty much a word to describe it. I find that recently, all of our weekends have been hectic and complete insane. I wouldn't have it any other way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening we spent time with some of our favorite people! Getting to hold a new baby, especially a girl, is one of the greatest things ever. Emi is so adorable and I can't wait to watch her grow up! Not too fast though! Holding her, reminded be that Jax was there only 9 months ago and now he is walking! Ugh, walking. Wasn't expecting this so fast. He is just very ambitious in everything he does. I can't contain him. We had a very good evening, as we always do with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had all 4 boys together. While watching a stressful Hawkeye game, then taking the boys to boat and RV show, we had some friends over for dinner and watched a movie so the kids could play. It was a full day from start to finish. A day full of laughs though and some hilarious memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday....this would be our epic failure day! Hahaha. We had been planning for weeks to surprise all the boys (and Claire!) with a trip to Boone to see Thomas. Jake was beyond excited when we arrived in Boone. He knows the town well since we do have family there but we hit the T intersection and freaked out. We got there and boom, the skies open and we were soaked before we even got to the entrance. Making the most of out of things was an understatement. 6 adults, 5 kids, completely wet and cold. Yet, the boys had a blast as usual and we had a good day with everyone. I may have looked like one hotmess but to see Jake smile like that....worth it! Now I am thawing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to say that I would like to thank so many people for the past few months! I am so thankful for my friends and family. They are all intertwined anyways. We still have rough months ahead but, I'm to the point where with the foundation we have...I'm ready for it. God has a reason for everything and I have really learned that the only way to get through it, is to rely on Him. I just want to say thanks to everyone though. Your love, encouragement, strength, prayers, and just being there have meant the world to me, to us. I am so fortunate to have such a large group of people that we can rely on in times of need. I know I personally have been slacking at being there for others and have really tried to amp that us to my normal! I am getting back to where I need to be and that only takes time! Thanks again to everyone! We love you and couldn't be more grateful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-4645390363095497338?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4645390363095497338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=4645390363095497338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4645390363095497338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4645390363095497338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-weekend-was-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6256852984031330980</id><published>2011-09-14T20:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:14:32.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom....get ready!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;For Jana because I know she then can easily watch it all the time! =) Get excited people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="259" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L0JPE202szI" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6256852984031330980?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6256852984031330980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6256852984031330980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6256852984031330980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6256852984031330980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/09/boomget-ready.html' title='Boom....get ready!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/L0JPE202szI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-8035364154389536521</id><published>2011-09-11T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:41:58.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This weekend, all I have wanted to do was hide. My body is craving alone time but as a Mom, you don't get that. I take solace in knowing at 8:30, I get that time. Something that happened has changed me. It really has. Again, I tend to hold things in until I can release. Friday, well, that didn't work. I had to go interview a daycare provider with red eyes, puffy bags, and red blotches all over my face. I still feel like the wind is knocked out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdI5r5hUq0E/Tm60EIBo8QI/AAAAAAAAAzI/xJfCshpw8go/s1600/tree+057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdI5r5hUq0E/Tm60EIBo8QI/AAAAAAAAAzI/xJfCshpw8go/s320/tree+057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby. Just typing those 5 letters sent me into tears. My heart automatically starts to ache and I get this knot in my throat I cannot swallow. My stomach gets tight and tears pour out of my eyes, even if I don't blink. I find it just hard to have to say goodbye after 12 years or devotion, love, companionship, and just fond memories. I can't quite put into words how I am feeling. I would say it hasn't hit me yet, but it has. When I went to pick up the kids after work on Friday, everything had changed. Then the tears. Ugh, seriously the tears. They wouldn't stop. I was a blotchy, red, hot mess and we had to go over to take a look at a daycare. Jake, bless his little heart. He understood, but wouldn't stop talking about it. He wouldn't stop asking why I didn't want to see Gabby in the box on the patio. Why I didn't want to say goodbye to her one last time. I keep finding myself even taking breaks from writing this. So I will end with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Gabby,&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember, I wanted a dog. I beg and pleaded with Mom and Dad to get a puppy. We seemed to be cat people. Don't get me wrong, I loved Cassie and Tasha, but I still wanted a dog. There is just something special about a dog that I cannot express into words. Finally, the stars aligned, fate stepped in, and thus you were brought to us. We had traveled to MO for Christmas with the family. My parents had gone to visit my Grandpa in the nursery home, while us kids stayed back. When the adults had returned, Mom and Dad said they had a late Christmas gift for me. They went to tell me that someone had left you in a box outside a Wal-Mart. There were a few puppies in the box but they selected you out of the lot. There you were, all small and golden. Your little paws, stumbling around. I loved you instantly. Your name fit you so well because you never shut up. You could talk all day long. Your first night home taught me why teenagers do not have children. I think you cried most of the night until I finally just let you sleep with me. The first week with you was a challenging one. Making sure you were going to the bathroom outside was probably the biggest challenge. I will never forget the day I was talking on AIM (when it was oh so cool to do so), and you took a poop on Moms large 3 ft Santa. I think most of it went on the stand but still. I rushed cleaned it up and flushed the evidence. The smell, oh the smell. Nothing could hid that. When Mom asked me what had happened, I said you just farted and that I had taken you out. We had one another's back from then on. After a few weeks we found out you had a rare condition and we decided that we were hooked and so in love that we couldn't allow you to slip away. You were fixed and handed back to us brand new. I will never forget you running around in the snow with a child size sweatshirt on. I believe it was gray. You were a constant, bouncing ball of energy. You would bark at everything and anything. I would purposely make certain noises, such as knocking on the wall to make you think someone was at the door, just to see you go into one of your crazy spells. Your toys, oh your toys. I still think your figure 8 was your favorite one over the years. I think we bought that thing a record number of times. Tug of war had to be your favorite game. I know I probably tormented you enough with my fake throws. You loved it though. I remember getting down on the floor with you and watching you go insane as I hit the floor with my hands. You would almost mimic my motions. Your crazy run after you were given baths. I think every dog does that though. At least Hawkeye and Zoey do. Even though you hate baths, you always seemed to enjoy them. How about the times we would vacuum you? You loved to be vacuumed! It also saved on on your shedding hair clean up. Car rides. You loved those. You would whine unending until the window was down. I recall a few times we had to take longer trips then just to the bank or the store and Dad would blast the music so loud to drown you out. Eventually you stopped, when we got to our destination. There were always snot stains on the windows that we had to clean off. You were a regular at the bank and always were excited to get a treat. Dad would just have to say "bank" or "car" and that would set you into an excitement that was beyond anything. You were a smart pup. You knew so many words and commands. I loved when you played "dead" but your tail was always wagging. It was always beating against the floor. It instantly made us all laugh. Your hunting abilities always came through. Any rabbit or squirrel had nothing on you. You always knew their hiding spots. You would automatically start pointing when you found one and if you weren't contained, you would take off after them. You didn't agree with strangers. We knew everyday when the mail man came. If we received a delivery of any sorts, you went out of sorts. You loved to jump on everyone when you were younger. "Gabby down" was a command I am sure you heard way more often then you wanted. You ate almost everything. You were never a pickle or tomato fan. You loved licorice. I remember getting licorice nips and you would start drooling. We could throw food at any angle and you could catch it. No matter what we were eating, you were right there. Expecting something. We always gave in. Those eyes, they were piercing. I wouldn't even have to look at you, I knew you were starring. How about the time I made a ton of chocolate chip cookies for Dad, left them cooling on racks on the back of the counter, came out and saw Dad had put them away? You were going to let him get away with being nice....nope, you ate them. All of them. Mom stayed home with you the next day to take care of you while you literally "tossed your cookies". Till your last day, you still would have eaten those cookies. I swear your favorite thing was outside. You loved to sit on the porch and watch the day pass. If we would have let you, there are many days you would have stayed outside from sun up to sun down. I loved coming home and seeing you on the porch waiting for us to all come back home. Jake misses you. He talked about you all weekend. Even this morning he said "I can't wait to see Gabby", and then proceeded to say "Can I still love Gabby even though she is not there?" Jax is going to miss you too. He was always so excited to see you. I think the dogs in life have cause him to walk at 9 months. The boys both enjoyed you in the time they got to spend with you. They both love you and miss you. Jake has talked about you everyday since you have left us. It's still hard to drive away from Mom and Dad's house and not see you in the door way peaking out and trying to escape. Or to come over and not have you bark and run over to me. To not see you laying on the front porch, waiting for Dad to come home. You were never a dog that licked. You showed your love in your tail wagging, nose in the face, and dancing the way you did when we would arrive home. You were there through so much. Personally, you were there for broken hearts, deaths, life changing decisions, protection. I never had to fear when you were there. The loads of walks we took together, I can't thank you enough for that. You were always there for me. You were always there for my parents. You will always be with us in our hearts. It comforting to know you are still around, outside, where you always loved to be. Even though walking by there hurts so much right now, in time it won't feel like my heart is breaking. It's good to know you are still watching over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always looking on and watching over us... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhvhzKwqIRc/Tm6ycdlnTkI/AAAAAAAAAzE/nmJIF_9pg5g/s1600/tree+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhvhzKwqIRc/Tm6ycdlnTkI/AAAAAAAAAzE/nmJIF_9pg5g/s320/tree+045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**This is also my 300th post....makes it even more special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-8035364154389536521?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8035364154389536521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=8035364154389536521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8035364154389536521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8035364154389536521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/09/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdI5r5hUq0E/Tm60EIBo8QI/AAAAAAAAAzI/xJfCshpw8go/s72-c/tree+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-3639681714547632181</id><published>2011-09-08T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:51:01.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I now hate birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today was a normal day. Woke up way late, running around like crazy in the morning, complete chaos. I don't expect anything else! When we got to my parents house, Jake got out as normal and I got Jax out. Jake usually shuts the car door but today he did not. When I asked why, his reply was "mom, I'm lazy today." Fantastic. I figured 5 minutes with the door open wouldn't hurt anything. I got the kids situated and headed off to work. I get to Ingersoll and as I am passing Dahls, I see it. Something moving in the back seat. My first thought, only because I'm a Criminal Minds junkie, was that someone was in the back seat. My mind raced to figure out what I could use to smash into the perps face or how I could get to my cell phone with out anyone knowing. A million things raced through my mind in about a second. The light was turning red on 31st and then it happened. A giant black blob raising out of the back seat. The next few seconds happened so fast. I don't even know if the light even turned green, but I did a hard right turn while a bird is flapping around behind me. Yes, a bird. I am sure I looked like a complete moron doing this. I also had my sunroof open and my windows down about half way, so I am sure I turned heads when I screamed bloody murder and started flapping my arms. In that 5 minute period I was at my parents house, for some odd reason, a bird flew in my car. Are you kidding me? I swerve into the Subway parking lot, stood as far away from the tailgate as I could and lifted it. I then backed way up until I saw the thing fly out. It was not my idea of a nice surprise. On the upside, it was not a serial killer. I did check and it did not poop in my car. Of course, this story brightened many peoples day. I guess I am happy to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside...Football starts tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-3639681714547632181?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3639681714547632181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=3639681714547632181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3639681714547632181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3639681714547632181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-now-hate-birds.html' title='I now hate birds'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-3015840349577545156</id><published>2011-09-05T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T13:02:09.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I had the privilege of having a 5 day weekend. This is a rarity for me. I never have that much time off at once except Thanksgiving weekend. My mom needed to spent they day with my Grandma Thursday so I took the day off to spend time with my kiddos. They are so fun to watch. Jax is walking along everything. He stands on his owns and takes about 2-3 steps when he pushes off of something. That kid never stops. I found on Thursday that he is also cutting more teeth. In about two weeks this kid will have 6 teeth. He is starting to make sense in his talking. You says "Mom" and "Dada" really well. You can understand when he says "dog" and "kitty" and the new on is "brother". If you say Jake's name or if he walks in the room, the first thing out of Jax mouth is "brother". It's very sweet to hear. After a full day with the boys, I was not feeling well and Michael had his apt. She we packed everyone up, dropped the kids off, went to the apt where I infamously passed out, then felt horrible the rest of the night. Michael did well and is healing nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all took Friday off! We ran errands, cleaned, played, and just spent the day together.We let Jake pick out a movie at Red Box and while Jax napped, I cleaned beyond clean. I went through a ton of clothes to donate and even some toys. I then made an amazing dinner (not toot my own horn but it was) and we hung out with friends and just relaxed. Some of us took a long walk and we basically spent the rest of the night on the deck. It was heavenly. I love hoodie weather! Saturday I had to drop off some dessert at my parents house for SC and then we went grocery shopping and ran errands just in time to get home for the game. The game! I was so stoked for college football! Especially Hawkeye football. Yet, the rain caused major delays and the game technically didn't get over till about 4ish. In that time, we got a new couch, made a ton of cookies, helped new neighbors move in, and wrestled with the boys. That night we went to church, a friends house for dinner and then talked the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we got up early, met some other friends at Scooters and headed to the triathlon. It was amazing. People of all shapes and sizes, all different levels. It was very inspirational. I did have a sob moment. We were sitting on the uphill climb to the finish line on the capital lawn. We were watching everyone suffer through the last leg until the straight shot to the finish line and then we saw him. A man, probably in his 30's, that had lost one leg and was in a wheelchair bike, working so hard to get up this giant hill. All anyone wanted to do was to go and push him up, but I knew he would take offense to that. People just started cheering and yelling for him. It was painful to watch him, with every stroke of his arms, the front end wheel would raise above the ground. I thought it was going to flip but he persevered and made it. It was amazing. I couldn't help but shed tears. I'm a sap. After watching a lot of people finish, we all headed out to lunch! On our way home we stopped at the park, let the kids run off some steam and then headed home. Michael crashed and I spent the afternoon doing laundry and going through random things. I can't seem to remember what we did that night. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was our day off! Woohoo. We decided that we weren't going to do much because we had worked so much last week. I cleaned all the windows upstairs and then took a walk with Jax. We took a family nap and spent the remainder of the day and evening at Big Creek. This has been a habit this summer. I wish we could do it more. It just so relaxing. The boys love it and I love to watch the sun set on the horizon. Then it hit me....work tomorrow. Here's to another week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-3015840349577545156?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3015840349577545156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=3015840349577545156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3015840349577545156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3015840349577545156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/09/long-weekend.html' title='Long weekend'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6042278446381527260</id><published>2011-08-30T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:53:54.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today was one of those days. A day I wish I was home! I love when it rains in the Fall. I really do. To be able to open the windows slightly, so the smell of rain fills the house. To be able to feel that cool breeze, whisk through and give you slight chill. To be able to reach over and grab your Hawkeye sweatshirt and sink into the couch, with a batch of cookies in the oven, curl up under a blanket and watch a good flick or read a good book. I can only hope this happens again, and soon. I am so excited for Fall to make it's appearance. I am so excited for Hawkeye season, football in general, long walks, being able to play outside with out sweating, jumping in leaves, fire nights, trips to Ledges, there is just so much to look forward to! A full season of family and friends! I also hope this season brings us strength, encouragement, love, prayer, and the understanding we need to get through it all. I have said it before and I will say it again, I could not be more thankful, blessed, just plain lucky with the people we have been given. I tend to find humor and sarcasm in everything and recently, that has had a blockage. Luckily I have a few besties to help me through. I am glad that I can rely on all these folks for strength, guidance, and just for lending an ear. Fall, according to M.Ferry, is the season of death because everything dies. Well, yes, we may lose someone this Fall and it will be extremely hard and life changing, but in death there is life. Just because a flower dies, doesn't mean it won't return come Spring. Even though the Summer was a rough one, I am optimistic for the upcoming season. Good or bad, we are fighters. We will come through no matter what is thrown our way. I know that no matter what the outcome of the next week, we have great supporters, a lot of love, and never ending faith. I am super stoked for the upcoming 5 day weekend and first Hawkeye game of the season! (Sorry Jana!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6042278446381527260?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6042278446381527260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6042278446381527260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6042278446381527260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6042278446381527260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-was-one-of-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6914717328859654557</id><published>2011-08-29T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:43:05.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Factory shutting down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;2....that is all you will get out of me. Now, I would like to adopt when the boys are in school but no babies. I am done. I am almost 30 and the late nights, well, they start to wear on you the first few weeks with a newborn. We are ready to move on from this chapter and embrace the next. This weekend we went through everything. We decided to get rid of it all. We are taking a load of things to Kidding Around and giving some items away. No more bassinet, floor mats, bumbo's, boppy's, bathtubs...it's all going. What started this you ask? 2 steps. Jax took 2 steps on his own, out of no where. I am still in shock but since then he has started doing it more often and is up to 4 if he really wants to. Since this 8 month old is going to take the fast track to 15 months, we are just going to accept it and move on to the next stage. He is not really into baby toys at all and would rather play with trucks and trains that belong to his older brother. Jake does not like this but is willing to let him play with 1 of the 100+ trains and trucks he has in his possession. Currently they are sharing the same cold. Jake is furious (those were the exact words he used) at his little brother. He said it will take some time for him to forgive him because this impacts him too much and really hurt his feelings. Really? Dramatic much? Jax is pretty much back to normal and it did not have the impact on Jax that it did Jake. Jake looks like a strawberry. It looks like someone punched him in eye. Poor kid. He is still as hyper as ever though. These two are going to wear me out! They never stop moving and are always pushing everything to the limits. None the less, I love them more then words can say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all so ready for Fall.......I cannot wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6914717328859654557?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6914717328859654557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6914717328859654557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6914717328859654557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6914717328859654557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/08/factory-shutting-down.html' title='Factory shutting down'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-4444993202916284511</id><published>2011-08-23T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T20:19:56.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So ready!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I saw this today online and cheerleader jumped for joy! I am so ready and cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q8YzpBwbLtE" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-4444993202916284511?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4444993202916284511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=4444993202916284511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4444993202916284511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4444993202916284511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-ready.html' title='So ready!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Q8YzpBwbLtE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-310528210480449212</id><published>2011-08-22T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T19:24:04.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I see "Warnings" in my future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This week I have a new enemy. The 56th and Polk Blvd traffic camera. Not cool. Most people are cruising around 75 mph in that section in the morning and I'm not looking forward to the stop and go that will for sure happen once this goes into effect. I live off 152nd and Meredith and if you go the right way home, you will pass at least 3 traffic camera enforced lights. There have been a couple of "close calls" where the camera has flashed and you check the mail for the next few weeks hoping to not see a letter from the Dept of Transportation. I know this new enemy of mine will probably be giving me a warning in the first 30 days. I can already see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, met another enemy today. Cops on motorcycles! This is also not good. They just sit on the sidewalk and radar. Not fair. I am going to have to be hyper aware of everything around me now. I watched 2 people get pulled over already by motorcycle cop. Ugh! Stupid lead foot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-310528210480449212?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/310528210480449212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=310528210480449212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/310528210480449212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/310528210480449212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-see-warnings-in-my-future.html' title='I see &quot;Warnings&quot; in my future'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-4538446706055442609</id><published>2011-08-18T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T10:41:13.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Depot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I have a love relationship with Home Depot. I really do. I get so giddy when I get to go there. I can spend hours walking up and down isles. I love building new things, painting, updating things around the house, and finding things to change. I could go on but I won't. This week on my way home, I decided I need a positive in the midst of all this negative, so I decided to paint my room a new color. I wanted something more light. The color I selected was, Rain. It's a light gray. I'm super excited about it and started priming the moment I got home. Have I mentioned that I love to paint? I am super excited to get it all done this weekend! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-4538446706055442609?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4538446706055442609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=4538446706055442609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4538446706055442609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4538446706055442609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/08/home-depot.html' title='Home Depot'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1766292598113682100</id><published>2011-08-13T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:15:10.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa de Josh Groban</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Being the concert connoisseurs we are, we purchased tickets to Josh Groban back in May. I had seen him in his first tour back in 2002 up in Ames and it was a completely different experience then most. I have been to my fair share of concerts, but they are usually more up beat where you can dance around like a fool and sing the songs at the top of your lungs. Josh, well, he is more of a sit down and enjoy type of guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very emotional and mentally exhausted day, okay, past few weeks, we headed out to dinner. We decided to go to the Drake Diner because a good ole burger just sounded amazing. We still had about an hour before concert time so we found a spot on the street (for free!) right near Wells and went for a walk. It was so beautiful outside and it was nice to just have some quiet. We were heading back up to the venue when we noticed our surroundings a little more. One, we were passing everyone on the side walk and we were walking at a slow pace for us. Two, there were a lot of older people around. We got to the stop light and that is when I took my first glance. I felt like we were smack in the middle of a retirement community. I would say 75% of the concert attendees were over 55+ and ordering off the Senior Citizen menu, 23% were woman 19-30 with their moms or grandmas, and the rest of the 2% were, well people 30 and under. We just took it in stride. The venue may have been full of depends and smelled like Ben Gay but none the less it was a good concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening act was ELEW. He as phenomenal. I can't express into words how talented this man is. I'm a sucker for piano music. It's so soothing and comforting. ELEW, well it was more, knock your socks off then soothing. He gives a new vibe and feel to rock music on the piano. He did covers of 'Smells Like Teen Spirit', 'Teenage Dream', a medley that including The Young and The Restless theme, Charlie Brown theme, The Nutcracker, and a few other TV shows. He then did a rendition of "Clocks" by Coldplay. Now, Chris Martin is amazing. So much in fact that I would never try to re-create his work. He started playing and I think he surpassed Coldplay. It took my breath away. His talent is beyond words. A few times we could play with his right hand and then strum the inside strings of the piano with his left hand. It created a guitar/piano vibe. I will definitely need to look him up on iTunes when I get the chance. Here is ELEW in action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="ts"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 4px;" valign="top" width="1%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-top: 2px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FxAwKanBYWY" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto Josh. He was amazing. It was a concert that I sort of needed. A sit down, non-sing-along, that you can just close your eyes and join. His voice is so on point, there is no difference between CD and live. I was sort of sketchy about it because, well, his music isn't the get up and dance, and you can't really sing along to it (unless you were the girl right behind us...ugh) but it was a completely different then I thought it would be. He is quite hilarious. He made so many jokes and was really into talking with the crowd. He interviewed random concert goers, and of course out of the thousands there, he asks one girl what she does and she responded "we breed rabbits", he didn't let that go throughout the whole concert. There was a proposal on stage, which she probably felt liable to say yes, but she did. At once point he built a Casa De Groban with inflatable couches and pulled a long time married couple and two single girls to sit on state for a few songs. He gave them wine, and then realized the girls were not 21, so he gave them milk. The provocative dancers were replaced an amazing orchestra and Josh showed his talents on the piano and drums. I did get emotional when he sang "War at Home" but who wouldn't, and he did close the concert with "You Raise Me Up" which holds dear to my heart. All around it was a great evening, with great company, and a fantastic show. Here are some photos, they are taken with Michael's phone...lol. 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You always think people are invincible and something then reminds you that we are all breakable. I have to say though my friends (which does include a lot of family) have been completely amazing. Being able to rely on them for strength, encouragement, prayer, and just being able to be catch me when I fall, is something that I cannot be more thankful for. It astonishes me how you say one thing and people are so willing to give up so much and be so selfless. The walks, the talks, the texts, the emails, the IM's, the laughter, the advice, the list can go on. It's odd, just when I seem to be at a breaking point, I will mysteriously get a text message or an email. It's makes me feel like it's God's way of saying "it's okay". this morning, on my way to work after dropping the boys off at day care, there were clouds in the sky and the cool breeze was coming through my windows and sunroof. A song came on my iPod that emotionally did me in at that time. I looked up, and there it was, a rainbow. Peaking through the darkness. It was so random because it was dark and cloudy and only to the north could you see the beauty of the sun rising in a pink sky. I know there is a scientific explanation for it but in that moment, I felt that was my promise He was showing me. That no matter what happens, He will take care of and it's in His plans. Not mine. This of course caused me to pull off HWY 141 and have a good cry in the Kum &amp;amp; Go parking lot. (Sorry to the man in the truck that kept starring at me thinking I was losing my mind.) It wasn't really tears of sadness, stress, or hopelessness, it was more a realization that no matter what, the support system we have is so strong and is there to catch us. Knowing there are so many people there to call, ask for prayer, and just spend time with. I am so grateful for them all. I can't express into words the appreciation. The laughter has been something that I never knew would help so much. The random things that my friends do and happen to have done to them, it just astonishes me. But honestly, who I am to talk? I have had some odd things happen to me. I know there may be some tough times ahead, but no matter what side streets we are taken on, we are on the path He has planned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-2402489663141893254?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/2402489663141893254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=2402489663141893254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2402489663141893254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2402489663141893254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/08/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-8379364961256370851</id><published>2011-08-08T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T20:39:22.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Currently iTunes has a special promo out there. You can watch some of your favorite bands in concert. I am in love. This is a limited time only but so far I have been very impressed. I listened to Adele while doing laundry this weekend, re-lived Coldplay while cooking up a storm Sunday, and tonight we listened to My Chemical Romance while deep cleaning the kitchen and downstairs. There are still a few more I want to listen or even watch. I'm going to have to scroll through the list again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-8379364961256370851?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8379364961256370851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=8379364961256370851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8379364961256370851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8379364961256370851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/08/itunes-festival.html' title='iTunes Festival'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-8207369214970231210</id><published>2011-07-27T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T14:57:04.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Last night, I was awaken by a very unhappy baby. He would sleep only if I held him. I finally filled up his mesh ring with a piece of ice and that seemed to help. Sure enough, there are now 2 teeth where only a day ago, were plain gums. Bring on the steak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-8207369214970231210?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8207369214970231210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=8207369214970231210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8207369214970231210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8207369214970231210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/07/yet-another-milestone.html' title='Yet another milestone'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-3619834083197669086</id><published>2011-07-26T13:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T13:23:01.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;***This is a mommy post and there will be talk of cute chubby babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jax will be 8 months in a few weeks. That is beyond crazy to even think about. He still weighs around 22lbs if not more. I boxed up a lot of his 6-12 month clothes last weekend. He now needs mom to go shopping. He is slacking in the 18 month department. He is crawling everywhere and in the last week has learned to stand up on everything. He can pull himself up onto any surface and of course does it on things he shouldn't. The other day, Michael was suppose to be watching the boys, and I found Jax in the drawer underneath the oven. He was playing with the pots and pans. You also cannot give him a bath without him getting out of the bathtub. I cannot get him to stay still. If he sits on your lap, he is jumping. If he is on the floor, he is crawling or getting into everything. He has quickly learned the word "No" but unlike Jake, completely ignores it. Jake was super baby. He never put anything into his mouth, didn't go places he shouldn't, we baby proofed and he took it all off but never touched it. It was heaven. Jax....not so much. His chunky self is in everything and loves to be the rebel of the family. Jake tries to put him in time out all the time. It's hilarious. Sadly, last night, he went another step further. He fed himself. He always missed his mouth or put the food to far below in his hand. Last night, he got it. He then would start talking and doing his excited legs every time he did it. I was so happy for him, but yet, so sad. Something as small as him putting a noddle in his mouth, almost brought me to tears. I feel that we only have a few more key points until he is at Jake level. He even utters the word "Dada" when he sees Michael. This I am fine with because Jake said "Mama" first. He is working on standing no his own. He will let go for a second and then grab whatever he was holding onto. Help me if he starts walking anytime soon! I just can't believe how quick this is all going! I still haven't grasped that I have a 4 year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-3619834083197669086?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3619834083197669086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=3619834083197669086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3619834083197669086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3619834083197669086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-mommy-post-and-there-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6275843938674770615</id><published>2011-07-18T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:26:46.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It has been a while, I know. Things have been extremely crazy around here. We had a weekend in Omaha with Michael's family to celebrate his moms 60th birthday. It was quite an adventurous one at that. We had the zoo, dinner, a lot of family time, drag queens (long story), and sickness. We had to leave early due to a little baby that was sick. Jax had a rough night followed by a few rough days. He had one nasty cold. I stayed home with him Monday and Tuesday and he finally got his energy back. Mr Happy didn't smile for almost 24 hours, it was so heartbreaking. He was back to his happy crazy self before we knew it. I only ended up going to work for one day that week. I had already scheduled off Thursday and Friday so the work week was a complete bust. Harry Potter week came in full force after that! We started off by watching a few of the old movies. Thursday we decorated, cooked, and watched 5 &amp;amp; 6. When everyone got there, we ate dinner, which was amazing! Shepherds pie, Yorkshire pudding, chicken, it was fabulous. We then watched the first part of 7 while munching on desserts and popcorn. Rumor had it, the theater was already filling up with people so we headed over. Sure enough, there was a giant line outside the theater. We played a card came while we waited but they started letting everyone in at a pretty decent hour. I will say though, sitting in a theater for 2 hours before your movie even starts, gets sort of old. Especially when you have annoying, immature high school students all around you. We had some costumes but not amazing like I have seen from others. The movie...amazing. I still can't find words to describe it. I laughed, I cried, cheered, and I was very sad when the credits started to role. No more HP. Slightly upsetting. I cannot wait for it to be released on DVD. I have not bought a single HP movie, so you bet I will spent the money on the box set. Someone did give me the Half Blood Prince, which of course is the worst one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just have a lot going on and we are trying to figure things out. Always a joy! Sick of the nasty heat that will not leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6275843938674770615?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6275843938674770615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6275843938674770615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6275843938674770615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6275843938674770615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-has-been-while-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6137371910933213375</id><published>2011-07-06T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T12:30:25.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years</title><content type='html'>Jake is now 4 years old. I was watching videos on my computer tonight of him even last fall and it's amazing how much he has grown and changed. I love his one liners and I do love that he is extremely sarcastic. He is always using big words that are put in the correct terminology and it always boggles me that he can do that. I love that he can sing almost every song on both Glee seasons and that I plays his guitar while he does it sometimes. I love how much his brother loves and him and he loves his brother. I am so blessed to have well behaved and well mannered boys. I cannot be more thankful for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake got to spend his birthday being spoiled rotten! He and Eli spent the night at 37th and live it up. They got to go to the Bass Pro Shop (Jake's favorite store), eat there, and get loved on all day. We went over to my parents and brought all the food to have dinner. We grilled out and ate a fantastic meal. The 4 year old got to open all of his gifts, which were more then enough. He ate cake, candy, and got to play with sparklers. He was surrounded by people who love him and he had such a fantastic day. He told me on the way home "Mom, this was so awesome! I am not sure I can top it next year." I am sure he will. He was so tired and we got home so late that he waited till today to open up all his gifts from us. Then I spent 3 hours putting together a lego train set, and 2 race tracks. The lego set...talk about a pain. I spent an hour and a half just on that one. If that thing even gets taken apart or breaks.....let's just say I will not be happy. Jake is now rotating from one thing to another. He somehow combined all of them into one big story line and the trains are helping out the cars to get away from the pirates. I love his imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jax is also 7 months old today. He is crawling and getting into everything. I still love him to pieces. He makes me smile no matter what and he is always ready to great you with a smile. I will say, he is not a carrot fan though. Too bad for him, I made a large batch so he has to eat it at least 4 more times. I will try and bring it back in a month and see if he will eat it then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to post a blog with just photos. I haven't uploaded them from my camera. My SD card holds about 500+ photos and I only have 101 left. I am sure, over half will be deleted but I will post some updated photos soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6137371910933213375?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6137371910933213375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6137371910933213375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6137371910933213375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6137371910933213375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/07/4-years.html' title='4 years'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6264690609112693562</id><published>2011-07-04T19:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T07:01:47.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;All week last week people were asking if we had plans for this extended weekend. Our response "Nope". We were planning on just staying low, doing nothing, catching up on much needed sleep, clean, and just veg. Did that happen? No. What else do you expect from us? We never stay still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening after work, we rounded up the kids and headed over to my parents house. They had decided it was time for boys to have some new outdoor activities. Thus, a swing set. Not just any swing set, but a lovely wooden one. Needless to say, they were a bit excited. David, Michael, and Dad worked hard on putting as much together as they could Friday night. I hung out with my mom and my boys as they worked. Jake of course, did not want to leave, so my parents let him spend the night. Lucky boy! This gave us a great opportunity to go shopping at Toys R Us at 10pm. It was the least busy I have ever scene it. Most of the people there were in the gaming section. After getting the rest of Jake's birthday presents, we finally made it home and to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came before we knew it and we headed back over to 37th to finish the swing set. Mom made french toast and bacon for breakfast and while the men finished the swing set, the boys "helped" and played outside. Lunch, and then a few more hours of work and they were done! We got home around 4 and Jake swore he wasn't tired but spent from 4-6 sleeping on the couch. He then woke up, ate dinner, took a bath, and was back in bed by 7. He was pooped. I started laundry, cleaned the kitchen, made dinner, and read HP till about 11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we had to not attend church in order to be up in the big SC at noon. After about two hours at the family reunion, we had to leave, drive back to DM, get groceries, pack up, and head over to the Axtells. We did that all in a matter of about 2 hours. We watched the WDM parade, even got to see Michael's dad, and Jake and Norah made bank in candy! It was so much fun and excellent company. We then returned and had an amazing meal and just let the kids play! Again, Jake was exhausted. We were going to meet friends for fireworks but Jake said he was too tired. Poor guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I woke up and had one of those "It's way too sunny for me not to be late to work" and jumped out of bed. Needless to say, it took about 2 minutes until I realized that I didn't have to go. Jake was already awake playing and Jax was just smiling as usual waiting for someone to love him to pieces! We got Jake all packed up for is fun night and birthday at Party on 37th, and I continued laundry and getting ready for the week ahead. We headed over to Casa de Chase for some festivities! The invested in one of those inflatable water slides. The boys went crazy. Not just Connor and Jake either! It was a good time outside, the weather was perfect, it was great company, and we had a lot of fun. We didn't leave till around 6:30ish. We then were suppose to drop Jake off on 37th but Michael's parents are moving and we had to turn in our keys. I was quite emotional. I have known that house, well, forever. All the times we hung out there growing up and of course, since we have been dating, married, and have 2.75 kids, it's just something so familiar. It's home. I don't know if I can handle not driving down 29th and Ashworth anymore. I am sure we will over the years, just to see what the house looks like. I still have a lump in my throat thinking about it. We then headed off to 37th and dropped the birthday boy off. Ugh, he is so grown up. It makes me so sad. I cannot believe he is 4 tomorrow. Where did the time go? He is spending the day with my parents and Eli doing his favorite things! Man, I love that kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend was jam packed as you can see. So much for keeping a low profile this past weekend! I also only have 9 days to finish HP. I am not sure I will be able to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6264690609112693562?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6264690609112693562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6264690609112693562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6264690609112693562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6264690609112693562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekend-mayhem.html' title='Weekend mayhem'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-225013077989550326</id><published>2011-06-25T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T21:06:04.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Bublé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am a die hard Michael fan. I have been for a long time and I will always be no matter what people think or say. I saw him by accident the first time in Minneapolis in 2003, then in 2009, and I got to honor to see him again Friday. We started the evening with dinner at La Ha and it was amazing. Our waiter apparently thought we loved tequila because he gave us more then a double dose of it in our margaritas. He even brought the bottle out and dumped more on them. It was ridiculous! We had a lot of laughs and the food was fantastic as always. I got extremely excited when we walked in! It was a giant adrenaline rush. It was fun to see the different age groups that attended. Our section was amazing. First off, our seats...are you kidding me?! They were fantastic! I loved them! I felt like I could touch him! We had a 3 high school girls behind us that were utterly adorable. They knew the words to every song and were just in awe of him. It was so sweet. We also had this awesome older lady in our section. She could get down with the best of them. It was fun to watch her dance around and enjoy the show. The show. I did not want it to end. Naturally 7 opened for him again. They have always had great voices but their stage performance has increased significantly. They really got in with the crowd and seemed so much more relaxed. I really enjoyed their performance. It was a great start to the evening! Michael came out in style, singing my favorite tune right off the bat. I felt like a 14 year old screaming at Justin Timberlake. I was in heaven. The whole concert start to finish was perfection. I got teary eyed when he sang "home" and dedicated it to the troops and as he sang, there was a slide show going on. It ended with a photo of the Capital of Des Moines. It was beautiful. My epic down fall was his last song. He started off on stage with his band, then one of his trumpet players appeared behind us and played for a bit. Then lights went down, his band went behind the curtain, and he went unplugged. There, in Wells Fargo Arena, Michael sang with no band, no mic, and no flashing lights. It was a very intimate moment that left me in tears. I had goosebumps all over and was just in awe. I felt like an idiot until I realized I wasn't the only one in tears. To sum this evening up, perfection doesn't even come close. Amazing food, phenomenal performance, and of course, exceptional company! 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The weekend was once again a blur! Full of family, friends, BBQ's, and many, many laughs. Jax is really starting to get his crawl on! I'm so excited for him to get moving. Now, I am sure a few weeks from now I will be singing a different tune! He had his 6th month check up today! He is currently tipping the scales at 22lbs and is 28 1/2 inches long. He is in the 98% all around. We love him so and Jake is absolutely amazing with him. I love watching them together! It is so much fun. Now that Jax is on the move, Jake does get a little irritated. Especially when Jax grabs something of Jake's. It will only get worse from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I need to take a day off just to sleep. I need to catch up. This is not going to happen for a long time. I have a full load of things going on this week. Thursday = most excited about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my day started off horribly. It was storming extremely bad. I was taking the kids to daycare and it started to let up a little. I thought I was off the hook. Wrong, so wrong! I pull up in the drive way and it starts pouring out. Giant drops of rain that would drown ants in a heart beat. Then the wind picked up so the rain came down in a horizontal pattern. I get out of the car and in a matter of seconds, my pants are soaked. I get Jake into the safe zone and ran out to fetch Jax. At this point my shirt gets soaked and my hair is now drooping in my face. My umbrella did not help. The wind was just too insane. By the time all was said and done, I was drenched head to toe and just should have gone home. Why can't I take signs when they are given to me? I proceeded to look like a hottmess the rest of the day! Thank you weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also questioning what most people almost 30 probably do...what should I do when I grow up?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-3330194003633140562?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3330194003633140562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=3330194003633140562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3330194003633140562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3330194003633140562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-another-monday-luckily-its-almost.html' title='Rainy Monday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-8406296839342437285</id><published>2011-06-19T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:10:07.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncharted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I love this song. I have since this album came out. For the past month I have been obsessed with the music video. I just enjoy all the cameos and watch it if I am in a foul mood. Especially the fact that Josh Groban and Adam Levine sing...amazing! The fact that &lt;a href="http://keenansroom.com/"&gt;Keenan Cahill&lt;/a&gt; made an appearance just did it for me! Click on his name and the videos are amazing!! Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="229" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zlxB9zGH8GU" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-8406296839342437285?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8406296839342437285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=8406296839342437285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8406296839342437285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8406296839342437285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/uncharted.html' title='Uncharted'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zlxB9zGH8GU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-5060878177673039650</id><published>2011-06-16T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T10:24:39.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a belt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yes, I have severely been lacking in the blogging department. I really don't have any other excuse other then the fact we have been extremely busy. 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Time is going so fast, I cannot believe it. He just started eating solid foods and is eating like a champ. He loves everything he has tried so far. I have been making his food and it has been so much easier than I thought it would be. He started to “crawl” in the past few days. It’s more like he is doing the worm but it’s something. He is still happy as ever! We are pretty sure he has some teeth coming in. Be warned that he may suck on you if he gets the chance! Jake has doing awesome at his new day care. She keeps him extremely busy so he comes home exhausted. He is turning 4 in a few weeks and I am slightly emotional about it. I don’t feel like it has been that long already. He’s growing up so fast!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom: She had her surgery and is doing awesome so far! Day 2 of being part titanimum and she is rocking and rolling. She has been up and walking today and is doing really well with her therapy. She will probably get to go home Friday (tomorrow)! She is kicking butt and taking names! We have had a great experience so far. I am so thankful for all our family that came and hung out with us yesterday for the day. My friends have been amazing. Between tons of texts, phone calls, Starbucks drop offs, I’m so blessed for them all! I hope she continues to do well and progress the way she is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life: Wondering about my title?! I finally decided I needed a belt. I had another pant incident a few weeks ago and enough is enough. This was and is still a big thing for me. It has been a blessing!! Michael has been MIA for over a month. He has been working like crazy on side jobs. They all came in at once so he has been gone most nights. The kids and I are having fun but can’t wait till he’s home more! We are thinking about trying to sell again. We never put it on the market last time but we are really starting to bust out of the seams! Our big issue is still trying to figure out where to move. I say Texas since everyone else is moving there!! We will have discuss this in detail soon. My OCD side is going to want to make a pro/con chart, maybe even colored. Weekends have been stock full of family and friends. BBQ season is in full swing and I love being able to just be with everyone and relax. Since it is summer most days at home, if it’s not raining, are spent outside!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That is pretty much our life right now. Rarely home and always on the move!&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/8075893895343876337-5060878177673039650?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5060878177673039650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=5060878177673039650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5060878177673039650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5060878177673039650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-belt.html' title='I have a belt!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1119068925873470319</id><published>2011-05-23T15:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T15:20:38.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note worthy performance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This is one of the many reasons, Beyonce is fabulous! Her performance is amazing and I wish I had the moves this woman does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="387" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vbvqTPGwbZ4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-1119068925873470319?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1119068925873470319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=1119068925873470319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1119068925873470319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1119068925873470319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/05/note-worthy-performance.html' title='Note worthy performance!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vbvqTPGwbZ4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-5535295594071422418</id><published>2011-04-28T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:51:52.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;You know the good ole saying “When it rains, it pours”. I am currently learning the meaning of that. This past week has been an emotional rollercoaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;We have decided to not put the house on the market. We do not have the time or energy to commit to selling it. We are never home and if we are it’s only usually one of us. It’s almost nearly impossible to keep it 100% clean due to the fact we have an almost 4 year old and a 4 month old that get into everything the second you clean it up. Now, my house is not a diasaster but I know if I were to be a buyer, I would be OCD on the clutter side. I guess we will enjoy our updates until next Spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Childcare. You want to talk about being stressed out? First off is even finding an in-home daycare that isn’t on the East or South side. I do not want to go way out of my way to take the kids somewhere. Now, if it was someone I really knew and trusted, completely different story. We have gone to 4-5 places and some, wow. Words cannot express the drop my heart took. I also get that “mothers intuition” that something is not right. Michael doesn’t get it at all. He keeps telling me I am paranoid, but if I took Beth in some of these homes, believe you me she would have a few things to say. Something will have potential and it will fall apart on their end. I feel like this is a lost cause and nothing is going to show up. We have been praying about and hope we can figure this out. Michael had to say home 2 days this week and he spent most of those days calling around. They quotes he was getting were OUTRAGEOUS! $450-$500 a week, for both. To me, that is just crazy. I might as well quit my job for that. Yet, we want to give our kids a great future so off to work I go! I am hoping this will resolve as soon as possible. I don’t think I can take much more of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;The big whammy award of the week goes to my family. My mom needed Tuesday off to take my G’pa to the doctor because one of my aunts was taking G’ma to her doctor. My G’ma had cancer last year and she had her final chemo drip and had a check up. While my mom was waiting with gramps, she got a call. So it turns out G’ma has cancer in her chest and lungs. There is nothing they can do either. They don’t think she is strong enough to handle the treatment and she also doesn’t want extra measures. I totally understand that though. Who wants to spend their last months throwing up and not being your self? It’s not the legacy you want to leave people with. I lost my grandparents on my dad’s side a few years back and that was hard. Especially my Grandpa Holman, that was an arrow to the heart. I still can’t eat butterscotch to this day without tearing up. This time, it’s a little different for me. My mom’s side of the family is extremely close. Every holiday, that I can remember growing up, involved my mom’s whole family. My cousins are friends; even my aunts are like friends to me. We are always there for one another when we have hard times and are going through something. I just can’t picture our family without her there. Every time I do, a new set of emotions sets in. I have so many memories that are wrapped around my grandma, that it’s just heart breaking. I honestly have to say that giving someone a time limit is just bull. I hate that doctors do that. It’s like D-Day. No one wants to live life in fear of that specific time area. I also don’t like to talk about it because then it’s so real. Yet, if I don’t talk about, when I finally do, I break down. To sit here and even think about her not being there, it just breaks my heart. She seems to be that person that holds the glue together for everyone. Then the other side of it, my grandpa. That is a story in itself. It will be interesting to see how the next few months unfold. I am just not prepared for any of it and do not want to have to face it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BlWXgb-2T4/TbnEmMSjdYI/AAAAAAAAAxY/MR4qHe_gMQ0/s1600/grandma.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BlWXgb-2T4/TbnEmMSjdYI/AAAAAAAAAxY/MR4qHe_gMQ0/s320/grandma.bmp" width="253px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&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/8075893895343876337-5535295594071422418?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5535295594071422418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=5535295594071422418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5535295594071422418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5535295594071422418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BlWXgb-2T4/TbnEmMSjdYI/AAAAAAAAAxY/MR4qHe_gMQ0/s72-c/grandma.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-8634922397487837377</id><published>2011-04-26T06:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T06:58:25.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S.L.A.C.K.E.R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I have not been doing a good job with this lately. My lack of blogging is due to my lack of "me" time. Here is a small breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;: Side jobs. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but it's a lot of late nights alone with the two kids! Especially that older one...wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;: Losing my mind because I have no time to myself! Changing that ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;: Actually decided not to try and sell our house now because we have no time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;: Concerts galore are coming up and I am a little excited about them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;: Kicking some things into high gear. Enough is enough! Enough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;: Earnestly looking for day care....way more then stressed about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;: Really am excited about finally getting my laptop! I feel completely lost without one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-8634922397487837377?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8634922397487837377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=8634922397487837377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8634922397487837377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8634922397487837377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/slacker.html' title='S.L.A.C.K.E.R'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-5428026514209368773</id><published>2011-04-18T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:32:33.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;First of all, I cannot believe Jax is a little over 4 months old. Where does the time go? He had his 4 month check up with shots today! The office was running way behind and so entertaining a 3 year old and a 4 month old in a confined space, that is a challenge. We made it through! Jax is weighing in at 19lbs! He is in the 99% for weight. He is measuring at 26inches and is in the 98% for height. She said he looks amazing as is ahead in everything. The kid rolls back to front, front to back, sits up on his own, tries to crawl when on his stomach, and talks all the time. He's a healthy boy and we love him so! It's hard to believe that in less then 2 months we will be able to give him food! I can't wait! It's so fun to watch him do new things. He loves to grab everything and especially his feet! I look forward to watching him grow in the next few months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-5428026514209368773?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5428026514209368773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=5428026514209368773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5428026514209368773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5428026514209368773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/4-months.html' title='4 Months!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1723358746175199408</id><published>2011-04-12T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T12:17:06.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I have been lacking due to the fact I no longer have the ability to operate a laptop. Apparently, I had a faulty mother board and it burned to the operating system. Goodbye 2 year old computer. I am now in the market for a new laptop. I, would love a Mac Book Pro. Michael told me to hold off till later. I have been building computers the past few days and then comparing them. I think I am more confused then I was before. I hope that I figure it out soon. Living without a laptop is not helping me at all. I never realized how much I/we need one or use one. Yes, Michael has a monster of a computer, but I like the mobility of being able to take it everywhere. I hope by the end of the week&amp;nbsp;I have it figured out! Computers and I are starting to get a history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-1723358746175199408?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1723358746175199408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=1723358746175199408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1723358746175199408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1723358746175199408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/lack-of-blogging.html' title='Lack of blogging'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-5449503611357384362</id><published>2011-04-10T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T10:25:34.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;As usual, I was cruising down the isles of Target and found a few DVD's to invest in. First off, "Easy A". It was on sale for a good price and I just had to snag it. My dream in life is to be Emma Stone. I had to add this flick into my collection. It is full of amazing one-liners and it completely sarcastic. Just like me! I also had to pick up the new Narnia movie. I will say I am a fan. Mainly&amp;nbsp;due to&amp;nbsp;Peter and Prince Caspian, but there are other reasons as well. We didn't get a chance to see it in the theater but we already had the other two films so we have to keep the collection going. Prince Caspian can come rescue me anytime! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was way to eventful for me. The wedding was gorgeous and I am so happy for B and her new man! My kids...well, they are a different story. I think the long day really took a toll on them. Today was not a good day. It's about 9ish and Jax just fell asleep for the first time since he woke up at 7 this morning! It was just an off day for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-5449503611357384362?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5449503611357384362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=5449503611357384362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5449503611357384362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5449503611357384362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-usual-i-was-cruising-down-isles-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1783184883416653405</id><published>2011-04-08T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:42:52.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible, no good, very bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yesterday was a failure. I didn't wake up to work out. I ended up sleeping in till 5:55 and I looked absolutely horrible at work (as I did today also). I had a very bad attitude to begin with. I was cranky and on my breaking point by 7am. I had a giant policy I was issuing and it was a monster. A real piece of work that one was. I finally got it completed and I thought my day would turn up at that point. Not. I spilled my coffee. This has been a pretty common occurrence lately. After lunch, my stomach decided to be my enemy. I spilled water all over the front of my shirt before I left my desk. I made it about two blocks, then I had to pull over and throw up. Not cool. I make it to my parents house only to be welcomed with pouring rain, road construction, and a blocked street. Jake was not in a good mood and didn't want to do anything I needed him to. My stomach was still on the fritz and I believe something happened and the next thing I know. I am pretty sure I sharted at that point. We get loaded in the car, again in the rain, then headed out. We get half way home and my check engine light dings on. What on earth? I start to think this day is beyond ridiculous. We get home and Zoey gets loose and is gallivanting in the rain. I had to run after the mutt and finally got the wet rat back inside. Then if Jake wasn't crying, Jax was. It was a constant circle of whining. In between cries, I was in the bathroom. Then my phone rang. It was the Computer store. Apparently my laptop has kicked the bucket. 2 years after purchasing it, the mother board fried. This is also known as "You need a new laptop ma'am". Michael then cooked his dinner which took my stomach ache to a whole new level. By 10:30 I was ready for the day to end and start fresh. No. I woke up about every hour and a half to visit my toilet. It was not a pleasant nights sleep and I really could use today to catch up before the weekend. That is not happening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-1783184883416653405?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1783184883416653405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=1783184883416653405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1783184883416653405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1783184883416653405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/horrible-no-good-very-bad-day.html' title='Horrible, no good, very bad day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-3732556553500893152</id><published>2011-04-07T06:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T06:57:07.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My alarm went off at 4:05am and I hit snooze. I threw my covers over my head and went back to bed. Unfortunately, I didn't hit snooze, I hit off. Thus I woke up at 5:50am and was late. So much for my AGG side making it's appearence today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-3732556553500893152?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3732556553500893152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=3732556553500893152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3732556553500893152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3732556553500893152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/epic-fail.html' title='Epic fail'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-3166626947080038156</id><published>2011-04-06T04:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T06:44:22.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4:49 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yes...above is the current time. I would like to state for the record that I woke my self up this morning at 4:05am and worked out. I do not know if this time will ever see my face again but I did it one day. That is all I said I would try. We will see how tired I feel and begin to look as the day goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: If I do this again, I need to go to bed at a decent hour. Maybe 9ish or so. Not 11:30 like I did last night. That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-3166626947080038156?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3166626947080038156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=3166626947080038156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3166626947080038156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3166626947080038156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/449-am.html' title='4:49 AM'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-3867043330582287125</id><published>2011-04-04T17:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:35:00.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;In 3 weeks I have finished the "Hunger Games" series. It took reading from about 9-11 every night to get it done but I did. It's still not as bad as when I read the entire "Harry Potter" series last year in 3 weeks. At that time though, I only had 1 child and he was at a stage where he was completely independent and wanted to play with his trains alone. Not anymore. I will say the last book left me wanting more. Twiligh did also. Harry Potter ended so well and I do wish there were more but the ending was perfection. I know I will read this series throughout the next couple years. After I finished the first book I found out they were making films! Bonus for me! I think I am going to have to dig out HP #7 soon. I want to read the whole book all over again before June. It will take me about that long due to the fact I have no time in my life anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a complete bust. Friday we kicked off BBQ season with good food and great friends. It was nice being able to let the kids run around outside. I have missed this weather! Saturday I had a baby shower in the morning and ended up not getting home from SC till about 3:30. Yikes. We then had to run around town getting outfits for the boys for upcoming events and then we picked up dinner and returned home to basically just crash. Sunday Michael had to go to a friends house early to work on our car. Last week I went to use the brakes and they sort of failed. Michael spent all day fixing them. Literally, all day. He ran into so many problems but now they are fixed and hopefully will work better then ever! As he worked on those, I was home with the boys. It was not a good day. Jake wanted nothing to do with anyone. He stomped aroud all day and was extremely grumpy. I was thankful we had 2 floors yesterday because he stayed upstairs most of the day. Every time I went to check on him, he was sitting in his chair or on his bed with his arms crossed. Whatever kid! He did go outside for a few hours and I did see a smile on his face for a short time. Jax was in his "hold me" mode. If you set him down, he would cry. Poor kid. I don't think he felt well but he finally fell asleep at 8 last night. Michael had to hard core wake him up this morning. Maybe he will sleep a lot today. He needs it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weeks keep flying by. We have a wedding this weekend, Jax's baptism, Easter, babies, and all this other stuff coming up. I am wishing for the old weekends when we had nothing to do. Ahhhhhhhh, I can dream right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-3867043330582287125?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3867043330582287125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=3867043330582287125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3867043330582287125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3867043330582287125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/now-what.html' title='Now what?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6883447631357333271</id><published>2011-03-31T14:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:47:05.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another "Sarah" moment for the books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Tuesday during work my shoulders were killing me. I think I slept wrong. When I got home from work and put in my 30 minute run, they hurt even more. I stretched them out for a few minutes and just gave up. I am very OCD about my medicine cabinet. Top shelf contains the things we don't use as much: NetiPot, cold, allergy, and children's medicine. On the middle shelf, we have the first aid materials such as: band-aids, gauze, Neosporin, etc. On the bottom shelf we have daily vitamins on one side, and pain relievers on the other end. I am even OCD to the fact the when we have multiple Advil/Tylenol bottles, they are in a row front to back, with the one open in the front. We sometimes have miscellaneous travel size or tablets in front to use them up. I grabbed a couple individual pain relievers and started making dinner. Around 10ish or so, I started to get some terrible stomach cramps. They were "womans troubles" at all. I was rather uncomfortable but after about 10 minutes, the pain passed. I woke up at 12:30ish in a full blown sweat. I barely made it to the bathroom. The cramps were completely out of control and after I "did my business" they didn't let up. I tossed and turned and fell back asleep only to wake up at 3 and 4 to repeat what happened earlier in the night. By the time my alarm went off, I was tired, cranky, in need of a shower, and "empty". It continued throughout my work day. I had a few moments at my desk where the beads of sweat would start and my stomach would just churn. I am very thankful I sit so close to a restroom. By the end of the day, I felt like my top was detached from my bottom. Michael and I couldn't figure out what was wrong. We went over food we ate, differences in the day, and just went over everything. Nothing came up as a red flag. That was until we changed out the garbage. Michael noticed the little individualized packets and asked if that is what I took. I was told him it was. Then he started laughing. Turns out, the man had bought something to help him go to the restroom. Laxatives. I could get TMI on this but I won't. He said he took one and threw it in the medicine cabinet. Of course. Man. Never puts things back where it belongs. Issues resolved. We got to talking and Michael asked how many I took. I told him two and he started laughing again. Apparently, you are only suppose to take 1 or half of one. Fantastic. No wonder the toilet and I were BF's for the day. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6883447631357333271?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6883447631357333271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6883447631357333271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6883447631357333271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6883447631357333271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-sarah-moment-for-books.html' title='Another &quot;Sarah&quot; moment for the books'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1826712107281422892</id><published>2011-03-27T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:28:27.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Your idea of a perfect date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was the episode of "The Bachelor" then I would say a jet setting adventure to Ireland, find a beautiful green hill (not hard to find there), and spend the day there. Pack a picnic lunch, read, walk, just enjoy time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVogGTwxghg/TY_T3ATekyI/AAAAAAAAAxE/nTxy6youjeE/s1600/hiking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVogGTwxghg/TY_T3ATekyI/AAAAAAAAAxE/nTxy6youjeE/s320/hiking.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real world option. The movies are not a date to me. You don't spend anytime talking. I love to do picnics. Find a good sport near a lake or a park. Take a walk or rent a paddle boat. I love a good hike also. Basically anything active and outside suits me best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, slacking in the blogging. I feel like the past two weeks have been completely insane. We are never home, something is always going on, and I'd rather read when I have time to myself. I bought the 2nd book in the series on Friday and it is now currently Sunday and I will finish it tonight. Friday I ready from 10-2am, then had to work Saturday 7am-11am. Saturday night I read from 9:30-1am. Beyond ridiculous. I am looking into buying the audiobooks for this series. I would love to have it at work! It would be amazing! I am completely obsessed and I am going to be really sad when I am done with the 3rd and final book. Michael started reading the first one and is actually enjoying it. It still isn't as funny as when he read about 4 chapters on Twilight though. His facial expressions were hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house still is not up. We haven't been home to do it. Michael said this weekend (coming up) is the weekend. We will see. Next weekend I have 2 baby showers, a bridal shower, then the following weekend we have a family wedding out of state, and all the days in between are starting to fill up. Michael is working on two side jobs this week and I can't get all that much done till the kids go to bed at 8. Beyond ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only have a few short hours until we retire for the evening and Monday makes its appearance known. We have had 3 dogs today and it's a mad house! Gabby pretty much keeps to herself. It's Hawkeye that is actually a pain. Figures. I do need to go bathe both kids and get everything ready for tomorrow! I am extremely glad that I didn't go into work today. 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I had a chicken taco. I will say...it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I admit I am slacking on the blogging. I will tell you why. This book. I don't get it. I am reading this faster the HP. I have to make a trip tonight to purchase the next two books. It's getting a bit ridiculous. The kids hit the sack and I hit the book. It's been 2 days and I am almost done. I have about 75 pages left and once again, I have turned about 4 people onto the series. Whoops! I probably won't start the 2nd book till this weekend. At least, that is what I am telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are still busy as usual around this household. Michael has 2 side jobs going currently so the kids are holding down the fort and constantly on the go. The house situation....we are at a stand still. We are now not sure what to do. HELP!!!! 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I wore the only thing I owned that had a hint of green in it. Thankfully, Ferry provided us all with shamrock beads and pins. My hero for the day! I am one to usually try to find the bright side in my day. That did not happen today! Between the food days that consisted of Corn Beef and Cabbage and Sauerkraut (that completely wreaked up the area around us all day), to the last minute rushes that I received at the end of the day, to the fact that we are all completely burned out, it was just a bummer day at work. That is the best I can describe it. I broke down at one point. I am starting to think our best it not good enough for some. I guess I do have a bright spot to my day, it's my Friday! I took tomorrow off to spend some time with two of my favorite people (third bailed! boooo) and just get away from downtown! This evening we ate cereal for dinner (because neither one of us felt like cooking), watched Bones, and cleaned the downstairs. We aren't going to be home much at all this weekend so Sunday is our only day we can really work on the house! I told Michael that I am think I am to the point where we should just put it up and work on it as we go. Otherwise....I don't know if it is ever going to happen. 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I will take this one on but I think will also blog about other things if they come up. I feel like I need to write about other things too. This challenge just isn't a photo one (I believe there are some photos involved) but we shall see where it leads me. My friend is emailed the day as I go so I cannot see what is coming. Yikes. Starting tomorrow I will accept the challenge! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6702735419321797546?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6702735419321797546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6702735419321797546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6702735419321797546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6702735419321797546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-challenege-2.html' title='Blog Challenege #2'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-9091996203451282650</id><published>2011-03-15T19:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:13:54.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of someone you miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for this one? It's deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nhkLBF-iVcg/TX_9NCmGiYI/AAAAAAAAAwo/PWcfMtdtZFI/s1600/March+weekend+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nhkLBF-iVcg/TX_9NCmGiYI/AAAAAAAAAwo/PWcfMtdtZFI/s320/March+weekend+007.JPG" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am currently missing myself. This might get deep just to warn you. I feel that I have no idea where I am. I seem to wear so many hats and they keep piling on. Wife and Mother are obviously the most important. Yet I work full time at a job that I am currently loathing and my attitude is getting worse day by day there. It doesn't help that the people we work for tend not to be there for us&amp;nbsp;nor back us up on anything. They always expect us to change but we get nothing in return. I find myself alone, yet in a room full of people. My mind completely wonders off to something else. I feel as though I can't talk to certain people I use to. Either they seem to be busy or have other issues in their lives.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp; dislike having to explain my&amp;nbsp;life challenges to others. I tend to jump to the conclusion "no one cares."&amp;nbsp;I also hate digging for a "what's up?" or "what's wrong?" I am one to most of the time bottle things up, take a few days, and then let them roll over. I haven't been doing that lately though. I soon feel like I&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;explode.&amp;nbsp;We have been so busy trying to get our house ready, that I think we have, in a way isolated ourselves from everyone even more. It's our own doing for the past few weeks but I still feel like we are never going to be ready. Day care is becoming a major issue and that is beyond stressful at this current time. I find time for me every once and a while but sometimes, I feel like it doesn't help or it's not enough. I need a do over...a major start over. I do not even know where to begin. They always say you go through a time in your 20's where you have a total re-evaluation of your life and you change. That your path may change and/or you take another road. I think I am at that crossroad. I am just not sure where it is going to lead me. First, I honestly&amp;nbsp;need to get back on track with God. That is a good jumping off point. I know that path was been leading astray currently in the past few weeks. I need to be more disciplined with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-9091996203451282650?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/9091996203451282650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=9091996203451282650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/9091996203451282650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/9091996203451282650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-30.html' title='Day 30'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nhkLBF-iVcg/TX_9NCmGiYI/AAAAAAAAAwo/PWcfMtdtZFI/s72-c/March+weekend+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-7914522934646421203</id><published>2011-03-14T06:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T06:57:06.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture that can always make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LuaUrz6vMUc/TX4CdLEFsLI/AAAAAAAAAwk/0VlZo_cdWEY/s1600/blogger2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LuaUrz6vMUc/TX4CdLEFsLI/AAAAAAAAAwk/0VlZo_cdWEY/s320/blogger2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/8075893895343876337-7914522934646421203?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7914522934646421203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=7914522934646421203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7914522934646421203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7914522934646421203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-29.html' title='Day 29'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LuaUrz6vMUc/TX4CdLEFsLI/AAAAAAAAAwk/0VlZo_cdWEY/s72-c/blogger2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-8704816231094489544</id><published>2011-03-13T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T06:55:29.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of something you are afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even looking while I attach this! I even used a smiley cartoon one because I might scream searching for a photo of one on the internet. I am already making myself sick thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dUp-rKNpTds/TX4CCaqUUHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Ksy-DUclxO4/s1600/spider.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dUp-rKNpTds/TX4CCaqUUHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Ksy-DUclxO4/s1600/spider.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-8704816231094489544?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8704816231094489544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=8704816231094489544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8704816231094489544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8704816231094489544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-28.html' title='Day 28'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dUp-rKNpTds/TX4CCaqUUHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Ksy-DUclxO4/s72-c/spider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-2063678002987424</id><published>2011-03-12T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T18:53:41.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of you and a family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-43LX7ueAQDY/TXwVg47MZcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/v5TtolaP42M/s1600/dadandme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-43LX7ueAQDY/TXwVg47MZcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/v5TtolaP42M/s320/dadandme.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-2063678002987424?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/2063678002987424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=2063678002987424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2063678002987424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2063678002987424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-27.html' title='Day 27'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-43LX7ueAQDY/TXwVg47MZcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/v5TtolaP42M/s72-c/dadandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-2761774841949452661</id><published>2011-03-11T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T06:50:17.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of something that means a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xb-w-zpERPw/TXoaeNysVrI/AAAAAAAAAwY/nQEzGKHKVzg/s1600/bible.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xb-w-zpERPw/TXoaeNysVrI/AAAAAAAAAwY/nQEzGKHKVzg/s320/bible.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It gets me through so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-2761774841949452661?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/2761774841949452661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=2761774841949452661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2761774841949452661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2761774841949452661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-26.html' title='Day 26'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xb-w-zpERPw/TXoaeNysVrI/AAAAAAAAAwY/nQEzGKHKVzg/s72-c/bible.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-8370768182811426474</id><published>2011-03-10T18:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:58:18.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A photo of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? How am I suppose to capture a photo of my day? I do entirely way too much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SEbLgwZw1Ns/TXlyCiEniMI/AAAAAAAAAwU/gqqbu8lASGQ/s1600/mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SEbLgwZw1Ns/TXlyCiEniMI/AAAAAAAAAwU/gqqbu8lASGQ/s320/mom.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My day starts at 4:30 AM Monday-Friday and is jam packed till the end. I almost put up our calendar but it's just depressing because it's extremely full. I almost put a picture of texting because I do that to keep sane. Thanks to a few of you that tend to my texting needs throughout the day. I have multiple roles but I am glad I do what I do! It's a insane life but I love it! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-8370768182811426474?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8370768182811426474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=8370768182811426474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8370768182811426474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8370768182811426474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-25.html' title='Day 25'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SEbLgwZw1Ns/TXlyCiEniMI/AAAAAAAAAwU/gqqbu8lASGQ/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6251107050114520396</id><published>2011-03-10T06:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T06:54:02.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of something you wish you could change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JfaPYQImgho/TXjJyWBGJwI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sb24vkTLTC0/s1600/beckjanasarah.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JfaPYQImgho/TXjJyWBGJwI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sb24vkTLTC0/s320/beckjanasarah.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How about we all buy a giant house together and spend our days baking, watching movies and working out. Fine with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6251107050114520396?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6251107050114520396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6251107050114520396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6251107050114520396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6251107050114520396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-24.html' title='Day 24'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JfaPYQImgho/TXjJyWBGJwI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sb24vkTLTC0/s72-c/beckjanasarah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-247450012723281407</id><published>2011-03-09T06:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T07:00:58.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Your favorite book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Seriously?! Just after I post about reading. Ok, well I have two. So yell at me if you would like.&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3TdcDShhJGw/TXd3W6eec4I/AAAAAAAAAwE/aPd5lh5kMs4/s1600/twilight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3TdcDShhJGw/TXd3W6eec4I/AAAAAAAAAwE/aPd5lh5kMs4/s1600/twilight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3TdcDShhJGw/TXd3W6eec4I/AAAAAAAAAwE/aPd5lh5kMs4/s320/twilight.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the record, ﻿I read the first Twilight book in November of 2005, the year it came out thank you. I read each book as they came out so the movies did not impact me on becoming a fan! This fan has been alive since 2005. I also admit, that I have turned about 5-6 people into Twilight freaks. They know who they are!!! I love you people. You make me laugh. These books are never not near me. I have them all on audio book. Again, I have given the audio books to quite a few people to burn them so now we are all in sync! Ugh. I need a new series to read. Badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-i9ueqEToC1Q/TXd3X-Kuw8I/AAAAAAAAAwI/7S9h5PMN4mI/s1600/harry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-i9ueqEToC1Q/TXd3X-Kuw8I/AAAAAAAAAwI/7S9h5PMN4mI/s320/harry.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, HP. I started reading the first 2 a few years ago and I could not get into them for the life of me. I was in a book swap last year and we swapped HP and Twilight. Now, looking back, I don't think that was fair. Twilight is one easy read and only 4 books. HP, still a pretty easy read, just a ton of characters to remember and 7 long books! It was way worth it though. I got so wrapped up in them it only took me 3 weeks to read them all. I am super excited because I think I am going to start reading "The Deathly Hallows" again to get ready for the final movie. My books make me feel like a teenager. Both of these series I will read over and over again. Maybe someday I will be cured. Another book I almost put in here&amp;nbsp;was "Pride and Prejudice". I love Jane Austen and that is one of my top 5 books ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-247450012723281407?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/247450012723281407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=247450012723281407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/247450012723281407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/247450012723281407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-23.html' title='Day 23'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3TdcDShhJGw/TXd3W6eec4I/AAAAAAAAAwE/aPd5lh5kMs4/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1902229549166759735</id><published>2011-03-08T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:37:34.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Something you wish you were better at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YqcLMXj7GeQ/TXbLgfzUf2I/AAAAAAAAAv4/YmivYLpGpnU/s1600/books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YqcLMXj7GeQ/TXbLgfzUf2I/AAAAAAAAAv4/YmivYLpGpnU/s320/books.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can read, but I wish I was better at making time to read. I always have books that I buy and I always say "I'll read 2 chapters before bed." I never get to it. I need to make it a habit to do each night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-1902229549166759735?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1902229549166759735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=1902229549166759735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1902229549166759735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1902229549166759735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-22.html' title='Day 22'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YqcLMXj7GeQ/TXbLgfzUf2I/AAAAAAAAAv4/YmivYLpGpnU/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-5531686952597033918</id><published>2011-03-07T06:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T06:54:49.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Something you wish you could forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of losing someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zUYhlDaAOG8/TXYm_BcmMvI/AAAAAAAAAv0/cZR3Yyth9fg/s1600/grandma.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zUYhlDaAOG8/TXYm_BcmMvI/AAAAAAAAAv0/cZR3Yyth9fg/s400/grandma.bmp" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-5531686952597033918?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5531686952597033918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=5531686952597033918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5531686952597033918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5531686952597033918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-21.html' title='Day 21'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zUYhlDaAOG8/TXYm_BcmMvI/AAAAAAAAAv0/cZR3Yyth9fg/s72-c/grandma.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1047603727622103270</id><published>2011-03-06T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T06:58:48.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of where you would like to travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gOPgPRqeYuk/TXTWUBxlg5I/AAAAAAAAAvw/jkoiegl5o6M/s1600/hawaii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gOPgPRqeYuk/TXTWUBxlg5I/AAAAAAAAAvw/jkoiegl5o6M/s320/hawaii.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already had a photo of Ireland from a previous post so I would say Hawaii would be next. I'd love to do a group trip with friends and have a awesome experience!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana - vacation 2013?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-1047603727622103270?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1047603727622103270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=1047603727622103270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1047603727622103270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1047603727622103270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-20.html' title='Day 20'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gOPgPRqeYuk/TXTWUBxlg5I/AAAAAAAAAvw/jkoiegl5o6M/s72-c/hawaii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-7893260478819615635</id><published>2011-03-05T21:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T06:56:12.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of you when you were little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_42982336"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_42982337"&gt;I actually come upon this photo a few weeks ago at my parents house. Jax seems to look like I did when I was baby. Dad's got a nice stache!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--sZZfa0siPo/TXTV1urHfII/AAAAAAAAAvs/nZWmLyBnmpc/s1600/me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--sZZfa0siPo/TXTV1urHfII/AAAAAAAAAvs/nZWmLyBnmpc/s320/me.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-7893260478819615635?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7893260478819615635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=7893260478819615635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7893260478819615635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7893260478819615635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-19.html' title='Day 19'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--sZZfa0siPo/TXTV1urHfII/AAAAAAAAAvs/nZWmLyBnmpc/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-3501946606580165601</id><published>2011-03-04T18:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T21:06:05.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of your biggest insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6QaAL_Jc1V4/TXL5MIkigOI/AAAAAAAAAvk/A3Uwct4-z_k/s1600/suspenders.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6QaAL_Jc1V4/TXL5MIkigOI/AAAAAAAAAvk/A3Uwct4-z_k/s320/suspenders.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, some of you may think this is dumb, but get over it. If you know me and see me often you know that I am always pulling my pants up. Even with I have a belt on. We do not know why this is but it's like my hips don't work. It's beyond ridiculous. I am always paranoid my butt crack is going to show. I apologize to anyone who has had to witness it. Basically work people. We had the epic pants at ankles moment last summer and since then, well, it has been a major problem. Not to mention the times I have helped Jos get her boot on and the trainers get a show. Ugh. Michael threatens me with suspenders all the time. Belt or no belt, stretchy yoga pants, and jeans, they all fall down. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-3501946606580165601?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3501946606580165601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=3501946606580165601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3501946606580165601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3501946606580165601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-18.html' title='Day 18'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6QaAL_Jc1V4/TXL5MIkigOI/AAAAAAAAAvk/A3Uwct4-z_k/s72-c/suspenders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-670878450574832313</id><published>2011-03-03T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T06:51:57.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of someone that has made a huge impact on your life recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of going with humor on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3oH3Ez0w4nE/TXDfz7nybVI/AAAAAAAAAvg/qVmaP0zc2ic/s1600/zach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3oH3Ez0w4nE/TXDfz7nybVI/AAAAAAAAAvg/qVmaP0zc2ic/s320/zach.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach or should I say "Chuck" has taught me that you are never to old to find your dream job. It's okay to be who you are. Your family and friends are your greatest asset. You can always do what you imagine and you never know when you will get to become a spie!! I am waiting.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Matt for getting gme addicted to this show! ugh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-670878450574832313?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/670878450574832313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=670878450574832313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/670878450574832313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/670878450574832313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-17.html' title='Day 17'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3oH3Ez0w4nE/TXDfz7nybVI/AAAAAAAAAvg/qVmaP0zc2ic/s72-c/zach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-1098214520734761707</id><published>2011-03-02T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T20:13:33.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A person that inspires you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5DELAfQgLi8/TW74A4830hI/AAAAAAAAAvc/9S9P1HGbP6Q/s320/jeff%2527s+parta+066.JPG" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a lot of people that inspire me. I would for sure say Jana does the most. She has a giant heart, a contagious laugh, gets my quirks, is the "A" to my "C", gets my moods, has the same obsessions, and is just all around a wonderful woman. She is also is one of the most fantastic mothers I have ever known. I can only dream to become a mother like that. She is so self sacrificing and puts her kids above all else. Don't get me wrong, I do it, but my children are still a bit young. She is always thinking about them and always figuring out what is best for them. She has given up a lot to protect her boys and anyone that is willing to do that is a hero to me. She inspires me to be the best wife and mother I can be. Thank you my love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-1098214520734761707?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1098214520734761707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=1098214520734761707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1098214520734761707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/1098214520734761707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-16.html' title='Day 16'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5DELAfQgLi8/TW74A4830hI/AAAAAAAAAvc/9S9P1HGbP6Q/s72-c/jeff%2527s+parta+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-2851970529490524192</id><published>2011-03-01T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:13:35.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SIISaLLWqBE/TW2neeO-lAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/3pOhWajWn2c/s1600/ireland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SIISaLLWqBE/TW2neeO-lAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/3pOhWajWn2c/s320/ireland.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Ireland and Scotland. Preferably on the same trip. I just want to get lost in the green hills of Ireland, pack a picnic, and read a book. Maybe in Scotland find Gerard...but that is a different story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-2851970529490524192?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/2851970529490524192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=2851970529490524192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2851970529490524192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/2851970529490524192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-15.html' title='Day 15'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SIISaLLWqBE/TW2neeO-lAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/3pOhWajWn2c/s72-c/ireland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-8407472716442852164</id><published>2011-02-28T18:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:18:45.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of someone you cannot live with out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zfzQLGzwnxI/TWw7LlYyUaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/BS9-oqvJkQ0/s1600/blogfinal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zfzQLGzwnxI/TWw7LlYyUaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/BS9-oqvJkQ0/s320/blogfinal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am going to pick my main squeeze. I also would say my children, parents, sister, and the rest of my family. I am so blessed and I love them all to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-8407472716442852164?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8407472716442852164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=8407472716442852164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8407472716442852164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8407472716442852164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zfzQLGzwnxI/TWw7LlYyUaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/BS9-oqvJkQ0/s72-c/blogfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-6257032352769194589</id><published>2011-02-27T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:55:50.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Your favorite artist or band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?! Didn't you see my last post? Man. I cannot select just one. How about a genre breakdown? Ridiculous. I first of all can't pick one and I also do not have the time to type them all out. Here is a short list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) Michael Buble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) B-Spears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3) Mumford &amp;amp; Sons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) The Beatles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5) The Muse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6) BEP's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7) Glee tracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8) 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9) Hillsong United&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10) Coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fGiOTV5bHeM/TWrIDOVwJZI/AAAAAAAAAvI/3--hyR27rO0/s1600/30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fGiOTV5bHeM/TWrIDOVwJZI/AAAAAAAAAvI/3--hyR27rO0/s200/30.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jqF2f5FL8EI/TWrID3q-qwI/AAAAAAAAAvM/8J7VZybUMgA/s1600/bspears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jqF2f5FL8EI/TWrID3q-qwI/AAAAAAAAAvM/8J7VZybUMgA/s200/bspears.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--PTT0shg8J4/TWrIELpxY3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/D9TdyZBXDAg/s1600/michaelbuble3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--PTT0shg8J4/TWrIELpxY3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/D9TdyZBXDAg/s200/michaelbuble3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a short list on the extremely long list I would have. Again, I cannot pick just one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-6257032352769194589?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6257032352769194589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=6257032352769194589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6257032352769194589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/6257032352769194589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fGiOTV5bHeM/TWrIDOVwJZI/AAAAAAAAAvI/3--hyR27rO0/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-3165006626684380503</id><published>2011-02-26T07:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T07:51:00.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of something I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-53CvOtqoq14/TWhc9ayHeTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/bbud7GuWsdk/s1600/ipod.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-53CvOtqoq14/TWhc9ayHeTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/bbud7GuWsdk/s320/ipod.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music. I love it. It beats in my soul. I love almost every time of music. I am thankful I was brought up in a home where music filled the walls. It's an instant get away for me. I love being able to put it to use all the time in my life. I love being able to share it with my family and friends. It's a passion of mine and I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-3165006626684380503?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3165006626684380503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=3165006626684380503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3165006626684380503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3165006626684380503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-53CvOtqoq14/TWhc9ayHeTI/AAAAAAAAAvE/bbud7GuWsdk/s72-c/ipod.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-7311116672006214123</id><published>2011-02-25T06:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T06:54:10.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of something you hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRxWV2hsIak/TWel1N8vsXI/AAAAAAAAAvA/gGTMsue58Ag/s1600/junkfood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRxWV2hsIak/TWel1N8vsXI/AAAAAAAAAvA/gGTMsue58Ag/s320/junkfood.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Junk food. I hate it but yet love it. I wish the US would just take this crap off the market. Pull the plug on it. It all needs to go away so I never see it ever again. Ugh....I don't think I will win this battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Michael (I know you are reading this), STOP BUYING IT!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with a Sugar Maniac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-7311116672006214123?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7311116672006214123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=7311116672006214123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7311116672006214123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7311116672006214123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-11.html' title='Day 11'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRxWV2hsIak/TWel1N8vsXI/AAAAAAAAAvA/gGTMsue58Ag/s72-c/junkfood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-3048210176637089161</id><published>2011-02-24T06:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T06:58:19.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of theperson you do the most messed up things with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZTpE_NL_jA/TWZU72dEVPI/AAAAAAAAAu8/yKeLQbmDA80/s1600/bach.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" l6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZTpE_NL_jA/TWZU72dEVPI/AAAAAAAAAu8/yKeLQbmDA80/s320/bach.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a given. Anyone who knows me knows that Michael and I are well....unique. We still have our hands all over each other (my apologies to people who have witnessed this) after almost 5 years or marriage and 7 years of being together. We are so in tune with one another that we know what the other is thinking. We tend to break out in dance sessions at home. We play pranks on one another non-stop. Some are evil, I know. And again, I will apologize to everyone who has heard the stories. Yet, they tend to bring tears to people eyes. I love all our food fights (yes we tend to have them), fart wars (don't ask!)&amp;nbsp;and our wrestling matches. He keeps me young and in love. Every day is a new adventure and I love him dearly! We may be kids at heart but it keeps us going strong!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-3048210176637089161?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3048210176637089161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=3048210176637089161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3048210176637089161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/3048210176637089161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZTpE_NL_jA/TWZU72dEVPI/AAAAAAAAAu8/yKeLQbmDA80/s72-c/bach.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-8505885419772741711</id><published>2011-02-23T18:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T18:56:30.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Off track</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I know I am doing this 30 days of photos but I would like to state for the record that his has been one of the suckiest months I have ever experienced in my life. Yes, I used the word suckiest. I dislike using that word just as much as people using the world 'gooder'. Since when is that a word? Back to my point. Nothing huge happened, just a ton, and I mean a ton of small, little things that crawl up your skin. I also feel like I can't talk any one about everything. I feel like so many things are going on in everyone's lives that mine just seems miniature compared to it all. I also just sort of feel like there is a shift in the air. People that could confide in me, don't and I feel like I don't know anything about what is going on with other people. Sometimes I feel it's due to being a new mom. I feel like people think I don't have time. Well, I do. Jax is 2 months going on 6 months. He sleeps through the night and is happy 98% of the time. I have no idea what it is, but I feel like I am in a game of telephone with some things. I even feel like people I see/talk to all the time, leave out (to me) important information. I find myself just sitting there amongst people, confused as to what they are talking about. We were out for dinner with some friends and they were like "Can you believe what happen to (enter name here)" and I had no clue. Their response "Oh we thought (this person) would have told you since you two talk almost everyday". I understand people forget things or they don't think things are that important but it has happened more then once. I guess I will just wait it out. Even though there are some people I talk to everyday, I feel like I never talk to them. Make sense? Probably not. Maybe it's just icing on this crappy month that I hope I never have to repeat ever again. Epic Failure = Month of February. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-8505885419772741711?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8505885419772741711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=8505885419772741711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8505885419772741711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/8505885419772741711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/off-track.html' title='Off track'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-7301646254708279665</id><published>2011-02-23T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:48:00.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A person that has gotten you through the most in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sit here and write a novel on some of my family and friends that have been there from the beginning or have even only been in my life for a few years. I am truly blessed with some fantastic people that I can always rely on, no matter what or how long it has been. I thank you all personally from the bottom of my heart. I will have to pick someone (yes, I do believe He is someone), that knows me at my worst. The one that never has never turned His back on me. The one that I know, without a doubt will always be there. God. I probably don't thank Him enough for all that He has done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQVo-zQYtZE/TWUDItv_FTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/SgGZmapki4A/s1600/cross.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQVo-zQYtZE/TWUDItv_FTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/SgGZmapki4A/s320/cross.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-7301646254708279665?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7301646254708279665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=7301646254708279665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7301646254708279665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7301646254708279665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQVo-zQYtZE/TWUDItv_FTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/SgGZmapki4A/s72-c/cross.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-7925979795328164484</id><published>2011-02-22T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:50:00.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture that can always make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two and they are somewhat similar, just years apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5Z0_ochDhs/TWOxpW84e0I/AAAAAAAAAuw/Uj52IzNatto/s1600/dad.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5Z0_ochDhs/TWOxpW84e0I/AAAAAAAAAuw/Uj52IzNatto/s320/dad.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14NkzYSloPk/TWOxrJOPmRI/AAAAAAAAAu0/jgsYwD6cdf4/s1600/jaxson4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14NkzYSloPk/TWOxrJOPmRI/AAAAAAAAAu0/jgsYwD6cdf4/s320/jaxson4.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;**Side note: These faces do not reflect who they really are!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-7925979795328164484?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7925979795328164484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=7925979795328164484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7925979795328164484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/7925979795328164484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5Z0_ochDhs/TWOxpW84e0I/AAAAAAAAAuw/Uj52IzNatto/s72-c/dad.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-5666490044795670367</id><published>2011-02-21T19:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:00:05.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A photograph of your most treasured item&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wazV7wefF4U/TWJiD30dVfI/AAAAAAAAAus/s5Xg1fh84vA/s1600/myboys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wazV7wefF4U/TWJiD30dVfI/AAAAAAAAAus/s5Xg1fh84vA/s320/myboys.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Those three right there. I wouldn't trade them for any possession in the world. They are my world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-5666490044795670367?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5666490044795670367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=5666490044795670367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5666490044795670367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5666490044795670367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wazV7wefF4U/TWJiD30dVfI/AAAAAAAAAus/s5Xg1fh84vA/s72-c/myboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-199369571407549943</id><published>2011-02-20T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:13:51.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A person you would like to trade places with for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-tviLycHW4/TWEvNICUJpI/AAAAAAAAAuo/HNZ-ePu78bU/s1600/jillian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-tviLycHW4/TWEvNICUJpI/AAAAAAAAAuo/HNZ-ePu78bU/s320/jillian.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this woman. I would love to have the strength and determination she has. I would even take her attitude! I can only dream to be like her. She not only has kick butt moves and an awesome core, but she has dedicated a big part of her life to changing/helping others! I would love to wake up and be her for a day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-199369571407549943?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/199369571407549943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=199369571407549943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/199369571407549943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/199369571407549943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-tviLycHW4/TWEvNICUJpI/AAAAAAAAAuo/HNZ-ePu78bU/s72-c/jillian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-9194346608273040666</id><published>2011-02-19T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T09:49:17.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Your favorite memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi0ca7WCEqg/TV_mF_apdxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/leFGe-QVyvs/s1600/jan2011+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi0ca7WCEqg/TV_mF_apdxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/leFGe-QVyvs/s320/jan2011+005.JPG" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So maybe it's 3 memories. The day Michael and I said "I Do" and the two days that Jake and Jax entered our lives. I have been so blessed with these 3 men in my life! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-9194346608273040666?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/9194346608273040666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=9194346608273040666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/9194346608273040666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/9194346608273040666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi0ca7WCEqg/TV_mF_apdxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/leFGe-QVyvs/s72-c/jan2011+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-5248163988203655607</id><published>2011-02-18T19:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:14:00.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A habit you wish you didn't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about addiciton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaRJZHbZ2bc/TV5wyAITbKI/AAAAAAAAAuc/aL96zmXKq_A/s1600/candy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaRJZHbZ2bc/TV5wyAITbKI/AAAAAAAAAuc/aL96zmXKq_A/s320/candy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ugh....downfall of mine. I have a habit of grabbing handfuls of M&amp;amp;M's, small size peanut butter cups, a package of fruit snacks, chocolate in general, and gummie bears. It is not something I am proud of. This is a habit I would love to break. I just sometimes crave 1 piece of candy a day. Someone end it, please. My worst habit aka candy of choice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mftbiJCtyrY/TV5xlukFQ2I/AAAAAAAAAug/RmfGEBccwtw/s1600/tootsierolls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mftbiJCtyrY/TV5xlukFQ2I/AAAAAAAAAug/RmfGEBccwtw/s1600/tootsierolls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are the worst for me. You can keep popping them in your mouth and never know how many you have consumed. BAD HABIT!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-5248163988203655607?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5248163988203655607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=5248163988203655607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5248163988203655607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5248163988203655607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaRJZHbZ2bc/TV5wyAITbKI/AAAAAAAAAuc/aL96zmXKq_A/s72-c/candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-4978486711002824389</id><published>2011-02-17T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:19:00.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A picture of the cast from your favorite TV show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdMAtqHtnps/TV0c5Ya23wI/AAAAAAAAAuI/LADxN6KzVEI/s1600/theoffice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdMAtqHtnps/TV0c5Ya23wI/AAAAAAAAAuI/LADxN6KzVEI/s400/theoffice.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a hard one (that's what she said) mainly because I don't watch that much TV and there are 3 that I am always keeping up on. Glee, Grey's, and The Office. Now, I own all the seasons for all 3 shows but I will have to go with The Office on this one. No matter what I have memorized, how many times I watch it, it is just as funny, if not more funny, then the first time. I love Dwight. I really do. He makes me laugh out loud every week. Jim, come on, it's Jim. I heart that man. Anything Jim and Pam gets to me too. Of course, Michael. He is so awkward and there are times I have to shut my eyes but he makes the show. Andy is a complete insane little man, but anytime he sings, you know it will be epic. Kevin....oh my word. Everyting Kevin does or says is a gut buster! I just love everything about that show. I am really nervous about Steve leaving the show. A) I know I will bawl my eyes out. B) I hope the dynamic stays somewhat the same. I guess we will just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bears, beets, Battlestar Galactica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdBhYV1sUsE/TV1Cu9cTmgI/AAAAAAAAAuM/pyHftE43ReY/s1600/jimh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdBhYV1sUsE/TV1Cu9cTmgI/AAAAAAAAAuM/pyHftE43ReY/s200/jimh.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kool-Aid Man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMa1Egd122I/TV1C39aKOAI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/JO7Tvdw85bU/s1600/kevinm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMa1Egd122I/TV1C39aKOAI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/JO7Tvdw85bU/s200/kevinm.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Assitant Regional Manager (Assistant To the Regional Manager:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KRe2WkbKKE/TV1DG7KI0KI/AAAAAAAAAuU/o0iCWJ7RfiE/s1600/dwights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KRe2WkbKKE/TV1DG7KI0KI/AAAAAAAAAuU/o0iCWJ7RfiE/s200/dwights.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nard-Dog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LG7VzTGsYAk/TV1DmudJK0I/AAAAAAAAAuY/62KH5ttgwXU/s1600/narddog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LG7VzTGsYAk/TV1DmudJK0I/AAAAAAAAAuY/62KH5ttgwXU/s200/narddog.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/8075893895343876337-4978486711002824389?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4978486711002824389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=4978486711002824389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4978486711002824389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/4978486711002824389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdMAtqHtnps/TV0c5Ya23wI/AAAAAAAAAuI/LADxN6KzVEI/s72-c/theoffice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075893895343876337.post-5241742123011904357</id><published>2011-02-16T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:02:55.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A photo of a you and a person you have been close with for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Cd7CaHyfE4/TVyOI4TarsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/zcYr5EXUj6o/s1600/family+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Cd7CaHyfE4/TVyOI4TarsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/zcYr5EXUj6o/s320/family+022.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I selected my parents for this day. I could have picked quite a few friends, co-workers, animals (lol), but I decided to pick them. No matter what, they love me. No matter what I go through, they are there. They always have my back and support me in everything I do. It is amazing how your relationship with your parents does change over the years. I am still shocked that 28 years later, my parents are my friends. I wouldn't have it any other way. I look forward to the times when I get to hang out with them. What is up with that? I enjoy every moment and love to call them friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075893895343876337-5241742123011904357?l=crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5241742123011904357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075893895343876337&amp;postID=5241742123011904357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5241742123011904357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075893895343876337/posts/default/5241742123011904357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyhawkeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362292108833104435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqtPPet9L9s/TkrCNTOm8YI/AAAAAAAAAyY/01ZYW7DEFbc/s220/jakejax.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Cd7CaHyfE4/TVyOI4TarsI/AAAAAAAAAuE/zcYr5EXUj6o/s72-c/family+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
